Kakashi was going blind as his eye caught the bright orange dress that Dumbledore-san wore. It didn't help that his highly trained eyesight, which normally paid attention to everything that moves, insisted on following the paths that the silver shooting stars followed over said dress. They twinkled and moved in the most distracting manner, causing the Jounin to only hear about half of what the old man was saying.
"I'm sorry, Dumbledore-san, but can you repeat that?" He asked, forcing his gaze from the atrocity.
The Headmaster chuckled, knowing full well what the man was experiencing. You didn't get to be his age without enjoying the mental torture of the young. He had based his entire wardrobe with that in mind, after all.
"I was saying, Mr. Hatake, that you will have to stay at young Naruto's house. While I can't deny that you have the right to stay in England, if only to satisfy the apprenticeship contract with the boy, I also can not allow non-magical people to stay on campus. Also, your other two students will have to enroll in a muggle high school to satisfy British law. Luckily, there is one not far from the Smithers Estate. As for Naruto, he will only be allowed off campus on the weekends, and that, too, is only to satisfy his apprenticeship with you."
"I'm sorry, Dumbledore-san. That is unacceptable. While Naruto's ninjutsu is good for his age, and his stealth is excellent, his other skills are not. To be blunt, I plan on improving his taijutsu and genjutsu while he is away from the village. My team must meet daily in order to do so."
The old Mages eyes twinkled faster, and Kakashi could have sworn that the bird was laughing at him. He could almost hear the phoenix cackle 'sucker!' as the Headmaster cleared his throat.
"Hmm. Well, I suppose… Mr. Hatake, I have been meaning to begin a physical fitness program in our school. It had come to my attention that many of our young has increasingly gained weight to the point of obesity. I suppose, if you would like to teach that class, that you may have more access to Naruto. You will be able to teach your other two students when they get home from their own schooling, and work on your teamwork on the weekends. Naruto has been telling me what type of missions children their age do, and I can testify that Hogsmeade could supply such jobs for them to work on."
Kakashi was getting a bad feeling about this. He didn't even want to teach the students he had, and now he was being told that the only way he could spend quality time with his newly discovered godson, was to teach a school of brats how to be healthy! "I can see that I have no choice but to accept your offer, Dumbledore-san." He sighed. The entire situation was getting ugly. While he would be able to work with Naruto daily, he wasn't looking forward to telling Sasuke and Sakura that they were heading back to school. "If you could show us the way to Naruto's house, it would be appreciated. It was very early in the morning when we left, and I'm sure the kids are exhausted."
An hour later, the four shinobi and Dumbledore arrived at the Smithers estate via the floo. Sasuke and Sakura were giving Kakashi the evil eye, due to the Headmaster's 'helpfulness'. The Old Man didn't seem to trust the Jounin enough to tell the two right away about their schooling. Kakashi, in turn, was avoiding their eyes. For the next few weeks, he would have to be careful about poison in his breakfast cereal, but at least he didn't have to tell them himself. Naruto and the Headmaster seemed to be the only two happy, it seemed.
That is, until Sakura seemed the mansion that she would be living in for the next year or so. She was running everywhere, conveniently forgetting that she was merely a guest.
Naruto had to admit, it was a damn bit better than the measly two room apartment he lived at in Konoha. However - it was a bit dark to his taste. Where he enjoyed bright, cheerful colors, the room was lined with dark paneling and a grey marble floor. There were some paintings on the walls, some he noticed moved like the ones In the headmasters office. All but one seemed to look down on him, as well. The woman in that portrait was shaking, her handkerchief held to her lips.
"Uncle Albus?" She called to the Headmaster, "Is this him?"
"Ahh. Abigail. Yes, my dear, this is Naruto." The Old Man placed his palm on top of Naruto's shaggy head, and led him to stand in front of the portrait. "Mr. Uzumaki, this is your Grandmother, Abigail Smithers."
Naruto blinked, still not used to near living portraits, then shook his head to loose his confusion. "Hello, Grandmother." He said, carefully pronouncing the English words. Dumbledore had performed a spell allowing him to understand all forms of English, but it still felt strange on his tongue.
"My." The woman in the portrait smiled. "Not much of your mother in your looks, but perhaps that means that you don't have a redheads temper. Still, you are a rather good looking boy. I suppose that you will be spending some time hiding from your fan club."
"Huh? Why would I have one of them?"
Sakura, who had been eavesdropping, snickered. Sure, she liked Sasuke-kun, and thought that Naruto was an idiot, but even she had to admit that he was adorable. "Ma'am?" She said, smiling. "Naruto is oblivious to how girls look at him."
Abigail laughed. "Now that, he gets from his grandfather! Now, who are you three?"
Dumbledore smiled, then said, "The lovely girl who spoke to you is Sakura Haruno. She is on Naruto's team in Konoha, along with the dark haired boy, Sasuke Uchia. The other man is their teacher."