Thanks everyone for the reviews. They were awesome and so very encouraging. So, here is the update: Chapter 3. Sorry it took me so long, I've been busy with school and work.

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter of Iruka and Kichirou. And for any of you were asking, Kichirou means "good luck" and "son".

There are some new warnings for this chapter: language and sexual content

Journey Home

Chapter 3

Orochimaru watched as fire engulfed the south wing, his favorite wing. It held a large amount of his dungeons, torture chambers, and his testing lab for finding new jutsus within his captives' bodies. Now he was going to have to make another.

His shinobi were moving quickly using water and wind jutsus to stop the fire from spreading, even those who lacked those jutsus were creating chains to carry buckets of water. How could this day get any worse?

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Iruka never ran as fast as he did until right then. He carried Kichirou in both arms, with one hand covering the back of his son's head as the child sucked, undisturbed, on the pacifier in his mouth. On both shoulders were medium sized bags of supplies. The bag on his right shoulder carried the supplies for Kichirou, such as: diapers, formula, bottles, wipes, toys, and clothes. The other bag carried supplies for himself which mostly consisted of clothes and some food that he was able to store away for the journey. It was not hard to distinguish whose bag was whose; Kichirou's bag was green and had pictures of giraffes, lions and zebras on it. Iruka's was simply a dark, ugly brown cloth bag.

The forest green cloak whipped wildly behind Iruka as he bounded down steps and through doors. There were no guards to stop him, nor traps to slow him down. The distraction was working wonderfully, whatever it was. Iruka didn't dare stop to wonder or find out what it could be. He was going to keep his feet moving, even if they came off at the hips. He couldn't stop now, and he still wasn't out into the clear to allow his guard down for a moment. A few more halls and passageways, and he would be out. Just a few more to go.

Pounding feet could be heard coming up fast behind him. Someone had seen him running and was now giving chase. Iruka couldn't get his legs to move faster, his lungs were burning for oxygen. The feet were coming closer still as Iruka made a quick turn down a passageway and another, hoping to lose his pursuer. Iruka made his way back his beaten path once he didn't hear the feet, if he lost them or they just gave up, he didn't know. His heart was racing and he just couldn't get enough air into his lungs.

The main doors were just ahead. Iruka could see them and reached deep inside him for the last amount of energy he had reserved inside himself. His last bit of adrenaline to help him reach his long time goal, escape from Orochimaru.

The sound of feet could be heard again, this time ahead of him. The feet were coming up from a passageway only a few feet away from him. Iruka knew, without calculating speed and distance, that he and his pursuer were going to meet up with each other at that intersection of hallways. In the end, his escape would be stopped by someone who was in the right place and right time to watch Iruka make his run to freedom.

Iruka stopped only a foot away from the corner, setting his bags away from him and by the wall. Kichirou was placed on top of the bags, a blanket wrapped around to protect him from what could be a deadly scene for his parent and from any debris that could splatter onto him. Iruka took his best defensive stance without weapons. Cursing him-self as he asked himself why he didn't think of stealing a kunai from one of the guards or someone.

The feet stopped just around their corner, knowing too well that the one they were chasing was waiting for them. Probably debating if I have a weapon or not, and if I'm too dangerous for them to take down by themselves, Iruka thought as his tried to catch his breath before the fight. I hope they don't know a jutsu that allows to communicate to his comrades for help, or that he is not smart enough to send a clone for back up. Please don't tell my luck would be as bad that.

Slow steps could be deliberately heard from the enemy shinobi as they stepped from around the corner. Iruka had seen this man before. Those predatory eyes hidden behind black hair was all Iruka needed to see to remember the man. Iruka lowered his stance to change it from defensive to offensive. He planned on killing this man hidden behind the mask.

Laughter from the man echoed through the hall, "I see you remembered me, Babe." Jinto relaxed his stance, making him-self more lucid for the fight. There was no doubt in his mind that he could take out this chunnin, and maybe have some fun with him before returning him to Orochimaru. "You don't plan on fighting me and winning now, do you? Just because your Orochimaru's bitch and a spicy look'n chunnin, doesn't mean I'm going to take it easy on you, Babe." Jinto took a step towards Iruka with a leer sketched onto what was visible upon his face.

Iruka took a fastened step backwards. From what he remembered of this man, the man was fast and brutal, Iruka wanted enough distance between them for he could at least react to any movement the man made. "Don't come any closer, bastard! I will kill you if you take another step towards me or my child!" Iruka yelled with what he hoped sounded ferocious and daunting.

Jinto gave a huff of what could have been a laugh, and took a step back. Finding Iruka's antics amusing and pathetic. "So aggressive and hostile," Jinto looked Iruka up and down slowly before meeting Iruka's eyes again, "I find that very sexy and appealing, Babe." He licked his lips as he watched Iruka's face go red with anger.

"You are nothing but a disgusting piece of trash, you pathetic excuse of a man and of a shinobi," Iruka found his throat to being dry and scratched. Anger building inside him at the thought of what images this bastard could have about him.

"Now. Now, Babe. Let's be mature and keep name calling out of this," Jinto waved his hands in mock hurt. Jinto was getting of all this talking, he wanted some action. Especially from this pretty chunnin in front of him. "Someone might take offense."

Jinto quickly closed the space between him and Iruka, but Iruka was waiting for this and ducked to the side, missing the fist aimed for his stomach. Iruka swung a kick towards the man's shins, hoping to knock him down, but the man showed his speed once again by jumping over the kick and landing behind Iruka.

Iruka rolled forward; Jinto's kick missed most of its mark, but still landed against Iruka's shoulder. The kick caused Iruka to lose some control over his roll, but caught him-self just in time to block another kick to his side with his forearms. Iruka, still crouching from the roll, was shoved back from the force of the kick. With Iruka's back to the wall, Jinto brought his arm back to punch him out with enough force to knock him out with little serious damage.

Hurt but not out of the fight, Iruka was reading for Jinto's move with his own. You would think he would remember my kicks? Iruka brought his legs to his chest and with all the force he could muster in his legs, kicked the man standing over him. Now it was Jinto's turn to have his back against the wall. Iruka didn't waste any time to stand and charge the man.

Jinto wasn't a jounin for nothing. Fast hand movements resulted in the floor rising up, creating a shield between him and Iruka. Iruka had to jump back and prepare him-self for the next attack. The cuffs around his ankles, chain broke shortly before the run, were still firmly attached to him and preventing his chakra from forming inside of him. Jinto was not hindered with his Chakra like Iruka, and was still capable of doing jutsus and genjutsus. Iruka's only chance of fighting was taijutsu, which he wasn't the greatest at.

The wall dispersed, showing a more rigid and pissed off Jinto. "I'm really starting to hate your kicks, Babe," Jinto rubbed a hand against his chest, "If I'm not careful, you could break a rib."

Jinto disappeared from where had stood in Iruka's sight, and showed up again behind Iruka. Iruka tried quickly to turn around, but Jinto had captured one of his arms and was in the process of pinning it against his back. The pain was searing up Iruka's shoulder to the back of his skull, Jinto was planning on breaking his arm or dislocating his shoulder. Which ever came first was still not a good sign for Iruka.

Think, Iruka. Think. How do you defeat a powerful opponent? How do you win against a jounin, who has control over their charka while you don not? Come on, Iruka. Think of a strategy. Iruka mind raced as he felt a wondering hand smooth itself over Iruka's abdomen. Fucking perv. Wait! That's it! How did Naruto and Sakura defeat Kakashi? They used his pervyness to win against him. Iruka took a deep breath, bringing his plan together in his head before acting. This is going to be so degrading.

Iruka forced a shiver to run up his body, as gave a quiet gasp. This didn't go unnoticed to Jinto, who was having fun wondering Iruka's body with his hand. "You like it, Babe, don't lie. You might be mentally fighting urges, but your body will come out on top. Or at least bottom in this situation," laughing at his own joke, Jinto let go of the arm he had held against Iruka's back. Iruka rotated it, satisfied that the pain was minimal now it was free.

Iruka gave another strangled gasp, his hips bucked against Jinto's hand. Jinto couldn't take any more of the noises and movements this chunnin was making against him. He had to take him righter here, right now. Jinto didn't care if it was in the middle of the hall; he wanted this chunnin under him screaming in ecstasy.

Jinto turned Iruka around, kissing the man through his mask as his hands rested against Iruka's lower back and butt. Jinto shoved Iruka down to the ground, so that the chunnin's back was against the floor. Iruka wrapped his arms around Jinto's neck, deepening the kiss. Jinto mind was on a whole new world of pervy thoughts about Iruka.

Iruka broke the kiss, licking his lips as he looked at Jinto in the eyes. "I need you to do something first before we can continue, and…" Iruka licked the lips hidden behind the mask before biting quickly down on Jinto's lower lip, "…I promise to satisfy your every desire. And I will make sure this will be your hottest and wildest sex session if you do me this one favor." Iruka's voice was soft as chocolate, promising unfortold epic orgasms.

"Name it, Babe," Jinto was puffing out air and sweating. Iruka smiled, Jinto was putty in his hand now. This was not his first time seducing someone into doing something he wanted.

"I need you take off the cuffs around my ankles, they are uncomfortable and overbearing. Take them off for me, please," Iruka mentally smiled as the man lowered himself to Iruka's legs and quickly disabled the cuffs. Orochimaru may have made the cuffs, but he should have never underestimated the power of a man on a mission. A very explicit mission.

Once the cuffs were off, Iruka felt his own chakra slam inside of him. With his new chakra came new energy. Not fully refreshed but enough energy to teach this perv of a man a whole new lesson on pain. Once again I'm going to have to ask it. You would think this idiot of a man would remember my kicks? Especially when he is straddling me like that, making some parts of him an easy target.

This time when Iruka kicked, he used chakra to help the force of his kick. The kick was right on target, Jinto dropped right there. Without hesitating, Iruka grabbed the discarded cuffs and with quick hands placed them around Jinto's ankles. He used his own chakra to guarantee they sealed around their new prisoner. Iruka was really thankful for having his chakra back. Jinto laid on the ground coughing as he rolled up into a ball, trying to comfort his lower regions.

"You. Fucking. Bitch." Jinto was catching his breath, and was emphasizing every word he used. Iruka wasted no time to pick up his own discarded bags and have his child back into his arms.

"You let your lust get ahead of yourself, now you'll have to explain to Orochimaru why you're wearing my chakra cuffs and allowed me to escape," Iruka took some pleasure from watching Jinto flinched. After Iruka had gotten everything situated upon him-self, he watched Jinto sit up with his legs folded underneath himself. "I hope Orochimaru punishes you severely, you bastard."

"I deserve that," Jinto slowly met Iruka's eyes, loosing all the playful behavior he had earlier and replacing it with a serious and somber one. "I was immature in my actions, and I hope I have not done anything against your person to prevent you from leaving."

Iruka watched the man conscious of the time he was wasting on this man, and alert for any trick this man might try. "I don't see why it would matter to you?"

"You have nothing to fear from me now, with my chakra blocked," the corners of Jinto's lips curved upward slightly, in a feeble smile. "Orochimaru is a monster. Some of my own comrades were killed by him because they failed to meet his expectations. For the past few years, I have grown used to the feelings of contempt and hate. I hated this place, but this place was the only place that was willing to except me. Then you came along. You were sunshine, a kindness I have long ago forgotten. I became hungry for that sunshine you possess and wanted…no, desired it. I was selfish, and I had acted out against you," Jinto placed his arms out in front of him and lowered his head until his forehead touched the ground, "Forgive me."

Iruka felt his heart turn and sway to the man's words. Goddamn it! Why must I be able to forgive people so damn quickly and easily? "You are forgiven to an extent." Iruka kept his voice cold and emotionless. "Now, tell me where the closest village is? I have to leave here before anyone finds me."

Jinto gradually stood up, looking towards the doors and then to Iruka, "I suggest you head west nonstop. You will come across a village, but don't stay long. Orochimaru will definitely look for you there. The second village you come across will be safe enough for maybe a one night stay, but after that village head south. When you reach the village heading south, buy a map and go home."

Iruka took the man's words in slowly and carefully. Analyzing for lies or deceits but found none. "Thank-you" Iruka bowed and turned for the door.

"Wait! Take my weapons, they will come of use sooner or later in your travels," Jinto held out his sheathed sword and his case for kunais and shurikens. Iruka quickly with one hand, careful to hold onto the now sleeping Kichirou, deftly tied the weapons onto himself. During the process the blanket wrapped around Kichirou's head had fallen, showing Jinto the child Iruka had spoke of earlier.

"Your child's hair and eyes…they look just like..." Jinto exclaimed before being interrupted by Iruka's own voice.

"I know," Iruka rewrapped Kichirou's head and began the run to finish his leaving of this place. "Once again, thank-you," Iruka called out over his shoulder as he left Orochimaru's stronghold and make his final trek home to Konoha. His heart pounding as he thought about all his love ones who would be there, his stomach gaining butterflies as he thought of one silvered hair jounin especially.

"Good luck, Babe," Jinto whispered after Iruka. All he could do now was wait for his so-called comrades to find him and for Orochimaru to punish him with death. "Orochimaru won't be happy at all when he finds out I have that chunnin's ankle cuffs on me. But, boy, the chunnin sure knows how to play dirty. I'm certain now that he is very kinky and wild in bed now." Jinto smiled to himself as he spoke to no one in particular.

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It had taken his shinobi five hours to stop the fire. Five hours. Orochimaru was furious for the amount of time. The fire had been specialized, a special jutsu that would burn harder with the more attempts at it to stop. After his much aggravating excitement for the day, he needed to do something to help him relax. A thin smile crept over Orochimaru's face as he thought of a special brunette chunnin that was perfect for the job.

After quickly summoning Iruka and learning from his servants that he was not where he was supposed to be, Orochimaru exploded with anger. He was going to painfully kill and disembody any person he found that had any part in Iruka's escape. He needed to kill something now before he killed every one of his shinobi and servants.

"Lord Orochimaru, we found a shinobi that was by the entrance. He carries Iruka's cuffs and appears to have lost all his weapons, sir," the servant said quickly, hoping to stay away from Orochimaru's wrath.

"Send him in," Orochimaru said between quenched teeth as walked through the debris of what was once his testing chamber. He found some of his instruments that survived that fire, a few of them slightly burnt or melted from the heat. Definitely a slow and painful death, Orochimaru thought as lifted the tools into his hands and setting them on what was once the 'patient's' table. Very slow and painful.

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Kakashi and his team had finally made it home. They were covered in sand, dried blood, and leaves, and were exhausted. Naruto went swiftly to his own place to shower and then go get himself something to eat at the ramen shop. Sakura had also gone to her own home to shower, but her plans were on sleep not on food.

After quickly reporting to the Hockage, Kakashi went to his home to clean himself and relax. He actually couldn't wait to get inside his home. She was waiting for him on the bed when he entered. Her brown eyes watched him as he entered, Kakashi's own eyes was on the bulge upon her stomach. He couldn't stop the smile as he left the room quickly to shower. Only a couple of more months before she enters labor.

Tbc…

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. It took me sooooo long to type. I'm so glad I have this chapter done. It had me really frustrated at some parts.

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