Title: Ninjutsu Baby
Author: kawaiichiisaikitsune
Rating: T
Pairings: KakaIru

Summary: They had been together and happy for years. But with the help of a secret, forbidden Ninjutsu art and a manic Konoha ninja their lives are going to change. And the impossible is going to happen. [KakaIru][Mpreg]

Half a decade. It has been half a decade. We are really sorry for this ridiculously long delay. We've had a loooot of stuff going on that made it hard for us to keep this going. But we're working out it. Slow and steady. And we really want to finish this eventually. It may not be soon (as we've lost all our notes of how to proceed), but it will end eventually. Just bare with us, please!

ANYWAYS. Enjoy the new chapter. (:

Ninjutsu Baby

..:Chapter Six:..

Umino Iruka smiled softly to himself as he watched his young students run off, laughing and playing, as school was dismissed for the day. He slowly lowered himself to the sturdy tree swing, watching the kids race each other away from the school yard and out of sight. They'd had fun doing some hands-on training for once in a while, practicing their kunai throwing and replacing ninjutsu. Even the teacher had to admit that learning the techniques and history and such was a little boring, even though he himself enjoyed teaching it. It was good to have a change in scenery every once in a while, he surmised.

And while he was admitting things to himself, maybe he did want a family. He did love children after all and wouldn't mind much having one of his very own. But he did have a son, in a sense. Naruto was probably more like a Godchild, but he saw him like his own son. He loved him like a father would, he cared for and fretted over him like a parent would. In his eye, the little blonde ninja was his son.

Picking himself back up on his feet, he sauntered over toward the school building. He knew he probably didn't have any paperwork that needed to be done, but there was a meeting he had to attend before he was able to return home for the day.

The meeting lasted much longer than expected. By the time the teachers were dismissed, the sun was well on its way of submerging into the earth. The sky was cast in a hazy violet-red mix, what clouds present outlined in a soft red and colored a grayish purple. Silhouettes decorated the horizon in various shapes and sizes; trees and mountains and falls. It would've been beautiful if the viewers weren't so put out from work.

Iruka shuffled slowly toward his house, ready to just flop on his bed and fall straight to sleep despite the thousands of thoughts needed to be organized. Unfortunately, by the time he did get there, laying comfortably in his bed with his head on the soft pillow, he was wide awake and his disheveled thoughts demanded attention.

Turning on his back, the brunet stared up at the ceiling with tired brown eyes. "What do I do?" he asked no one, expecting no reply. But something from the back of his mind answered him with a returning question; What do you want to do? And that he couldn't answer. Not yet, at least.

The next morning, Iruka woke up to the heated glare of the sun through the window adjacent to the bed. He sat up in the king-sized bed, covers pooling around his hips and feeling oddly empty. The expected extra weight on the mattress was absent and he looked over to see nothing but pillows that had not been slept on. As his mind slowly began to function, he wondered if the other even came home last night.

Trying to rid himself of the unnecessary thoughts, however, Iruka picked himself off the bed and grabbed a change of clothes, ready to prepare himself a nice, soothing shower. Stepping under the warm drizzle of water proved to be calming as he washed himself of the inevitable filth that had claimed his body.

Eventually, he turned the faucet off, stepping out from under the shower head, and drying himself off. Lingering thoughts of his silver-haired partner floated in his mind, causing him to wonder slightly of what had happened to the male. However, choosing this road of thoughts to be unhelpful at the moment, he steered away from them once again and headed to the kitchen to get himself breakfast. Although, at the moment, that didn't sound like the most attractive idea. He felt an unsettling sensation of nausea pool at the pit of his stomach and, uncertain of anything to settle it, he decided a morning meal wasn't the best idea.

However, as he continued through the living room, he froze in his steps. Iruka let his eyes roam to the unmoving figure on his couch, blinking slightly at the display. On the rather uncomfortable couch–or so he guessed, as he had never slept on it–was a familiar shinobi. He was snuggled deeply into an apparently warm blanket, head resting on the armrest, yet the blanket was pulled over his facial features, leaving only strands of silver hair to poke through. The brunet stared at the sleeping male, a small, indiscreet smile forming at his lips.

"Do you really want this baby that much?" he asked silently to the peaceful jounin. Words and questions swam through his mind once again, but this time, he was too confident in pushing them away. Sooner or later, he realized, he would have to figure out what outcome he wished for. And although he wished so longingly for later, it wouldn't do for him to prolong his decision any further than need be.

With time pressing on him to be on time for work, he pulled the blanket away from his partner's face to press a kiss to his temple and smile down at him as he slumbered. "You're going to have to make your own breakfast today," he mumbled insignificantly as he headed for the door and soon exited the warm little home.

When Kakashi awoke, a brief tingling sensation dominated a side of his face. The feeling was familiar and slowly he smiled in recognition as he sat up. He was getting on the good side again.

Amazing his students that day, he actually showed up only a mere hour late at the destined place. He offered a masked, good-morning smile, as he always did, with a little wave and explained to them what they would be doing that day. Of course, the female and blond felt the need to point out his odd behavior.

"Are you okay, Kaka-sensei?" Sakura asked, feigning concern, as it wasn't really all that bad for her teacher to show up closer to the decided time.

"Yeah, what's up?" Naruto asked in his usually loud voice, standing beside his girl teammate on the subject, while Sasuke leaned against the bridge railing, impassive.

The silver-haired jounin just stared at the younger shinobi and grinned under his dark mask. "Shall we get a start on?" he said, changing the subject. The two gave up and shrugged in reply. There was no getting anything out of the ex-ANBU that he didn't want to get out.

The rest of the day seemed extremely long and drawled out. Team 7 never really had any specially difficult missions that would occupy the mind and Kakashi was more like the observer to make sure the actual team didn't get in trouble or need help. Therefore the day was long as he was left to his thoughts, masked by the idea of him reading the same book he'd finished a week ago. Of course, it wasn't he who had all the serious thinking to do. That was Iruka.

At the same time, the brown-haired teacher sat at his desk with his head down. He was fatigued and troubled and the fact that the students would be back soon didn't make it anywhere near better. He needed a serious break; a lunch break even. Despite the tiniest bit of nausea permanently settled in his stomach, he was growing very hungry due to skipping on breakfast.

"Iruka-sensei?" a student suddenly spoke up from in front of the desk, startling the man.

"Can I help you, Konohamaru?" he smiled. The boy frowned.

"Do you feel okay? You look sick."

The teacher gave a small nod, waving his hand dismissively, "I'm fine, no need to worry."

"If you say so," the smaller male replied with slight accusation. The words did nothing to cover up how tired and ill Iruka seemed to be looking today, but he couldn't push, lest he get a lecture about personal business and why one shouldn't try to get in it if it wasn't theirs.

Ignoring the headache trying to ram into his skull, Iruka asked, "Why aren't you with the others?"

"Bathroom," Konohamaru answered easily.

"Well, you better go back before you get in trouble with Ebisu." He perked an eyebrow at the immediate grumble that was his response before reaching over and ruffling the young one's chocolate locks. He pulled it back and feigned a serious look, catching the other's attention, "C'mon, go back before I have to reprimand you."

The boy blanched, "Yes, Iruka-sensei," and started to walk out of the classroom door.

The teacher watched the little brunet exit the classroom before slumping in his chair again with a small sigh. Maybe he could get someone to substitute for him so that he could go home, eat something, and get a quick nap. It sounded like a very nice plan already, but he couldn't think of anyone who'd be willing to fill-in for him at the last minute. Then an idea struck him.

Ebisu was baffled when he was called over by the scarred man. He did comply, though, heading over to see what he could possibly need from him. Little did he expect to be asked a large favor.

"Could you do me a favor?"

"What is it?" he was almost excited.

"Take over the class for me, please. I just need two hours at most," Iruka looked pleading as it was that the other wouldn't be surprised if he possibly resorted to begging.

"What for, Iruka?"

"I'm feeling kind of under the weather. I think I just need a little sleep, but there's no time with classes. Could you? I only need two hours at most, I promise."

The sunglasses-clad shinobi succumbed, "Alright. It would be best to get your health up to par again. I'll take over for you."

"Thank you so much, Ebisu," the brunet smiled gratefully, "I owe you one. Oh, and there should be a lesson plan on the desk if you need it."

In a matter of moments, Iruka was leaving the building with nothing in his hands. His mind was pulsing with fatigue as his stomach grumbled for food. Keeping his pace steady, the teacher kept himself composed until he walked through the threshold and into his house, where he allowed himself to fall on the couch.

After a few minutes of just sitting there, his hunger ruled out his unruly exhaustion and Iruka forced himself up and into the kitchen to get himself something to eat. The brunet, not necessarily in the mood to make anything, grabbed the container of fruit salad in the fridge and fixed himself something to drink before taking the makeshift meal back to the living room. Placing the items on the table, Iruka seated himself on the couch again and picked out a random fruit and popped it in his mouth.

The fruit was more like a snack, the brunet mused as he looked down at the salad. He'd bought it a while ago for some reason that escaped him at the moment, but now it was the only thing that settled in his stomach without backfiring. Though, because it wasn't all that filling, he'd be hungry again in a couple hours.

He gave a lengthy sigh as he reclined on the couch, bringing his knees into his chest and hugging them. Despite how tired and in need of sleep he seemed to feel, his eyes just wouldn't stay shut for a long enough period. He'd admit that his mind was so full and disorganized, but he'd convinced himself that he just needed some rest to get everything back in order. Apparently something disagreed with him.

"Fine," he grumbled to himself, leaning his head on the back of the couch and folding his arms over his knees. He knew he had a lot to think about, and ignoring it would not make it go away this time.

First to worry about was this whole ordeal with Kakashi. Currently he had the beginning of a new life in his abdomen thanks to the silver-haired jounin who didn't even bother to ask him or talk it over with him. He wondered if he'd ever be able to trust him fully again. This was a big deal the man just decided to throw upon his shoulders. Apparently he didn't exactly get the meaning of trust.

Iruka flopped onto his side, turning into the couch and smothering his face in the soft cushions. He remained still and silent in the fetal position for what seemed like an hour. When he picked his head up and turned to the hanging clock, he realized it'd only been a mere five minutes. Laying back down, his thoughts started up once again.

As strange as it might have been to admit it, he was indeed actually ready to take care of a child. He was mature and intelligent and he pretty much took care of children on a daily basis anyways. He could do it. What probably scared him the most about that aspect was that it would be his child, not someone else's that he was babysitting. He would be the actual father and there was no break from that. Especially when that child was really little.

"Every parent-to-be must feel like that," he convinced himself, turning on his back and staring up at the ceiling.

Maybe he really did want this kid striving inside of him; this new life made up of him and his partner. Would it be so bad to have something all his own, in a sense? There was more work and responsibility that came with it all, but would it be worth it? Most people, he assumed, probably said it was in the end. He, however, just didn't know. It was all being too complicated.

"I already have a son," the brunet frowned. He considered Naruto like his own.

The blonde shinobi didn't look like Iruka, but was so like him when he was at that age that it was rather uncanny. And the teacher always wanted to watch over and take care of him when he couldn't. He always seemed to have the best interest for him in mind when he did things concerning him and he worried over him and missed him when he was gone. It certainly felt like Naruto could indeed be his very own son, even though in reality he wasn't.

So that was that. He had one big kid to watch over as it was and then a classroom full of them during the weekdays. He didn't need any other one to take care of. Even if they would be of his own flesh and blood. It didn't matter. He didn't want this kid, right?

Who was he kidding? Despite what made the whole situation possible, he really did want this new life inside of him. He wanted this something of his very own made from his own body. He would keep it.

"I guess I should go tell Dr. Daiki of my decision," he sighed, sitting up.

:-:-:TBC:-:-:

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