(A/N) Okay, so we're to the ninth chapter of Kits! Already! I'm soooo happy! This fic almost has as many reviews as my twenty one chapter Kingdom Hearts story! And we're not even half-way to the same number of chappies as that one, so that proves that this story is more popular! I don't know what to say! pulls out a hanky and wipes as tears Anyway, throws hanky somewhere behind her enough with the theatrics! I'll let the characters entertain you now!
Kits!
Pairings: KyuuNaru, KyuuSasu (I've actually gotten complaints on this one, and let me tell you, it's out of mutual attraction and convenience, not love, so...Don't bitch!), NaruSasu, gonna be a ton of lovin' once Gaa-chan gets here, but I don't think that's gonna be for a while yet... Also, there's gonna be some KakaIru, and just a tad bit of ShinoOC, but don't worry, it's not for the main plot... Or is it? I'll leave that up to you...
Warnings: Slight spoilers, for those of you who don't know about Obito, and Kakashi's sharingan's origins. Angst, seriously.
Description: While the runaways get situated in their new home, trouble is brewing in Konoha, and who's fault could it be? Poor Iruka! Is Kakashi really cheating on him?
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, otherwise Kakashi would be paying shirtless visits to a certain schoolteacher, and no one would be able to stop him because of his l337 Ninja-skillz!
Kits! Chap. 9 - I Lie Awake Inside for Hours
Naruto was gaining weight. He was NOT happy with this. And it wasn't even muscle! Whenever he woke up in the morning, he poked at the bit of fat, right there, where his six-pack abs used to be...He could see it, even if no one else could! Sasuke and Kyuubi had told him hundreds of times that he wasn't gaining weight, but he knew it! He could see it! (hormonal women often go through this kind of thing, and I find it horrendously funny that Naruto would be worried about how he looks, so bear with me...-Otaku)
He stalked over to what he had claimed as his training area. It really was nothing more than another peaceful little grotto on the giant tree/hole they called a home. But he had spent hours setting up practice dummies, wooden beams to practice power, and tons of traps to make sure he can still dodge with the best of them!
There, he proceeded to pummel himself into dust, via several kage bunshin. It was a merry brawl, and Tohru, who had been assigned the task of guarding the Kyuubi-bearer, enjoyed watching the boy literally beat the shit out of himself. It was quite amusing.
The blonde wasn't out of practice, despite his long stint as a village girl, and was rather agile, if not just a tad obvious. At least he had gotten rid of the orange jumpsuit, settling instead on a nice blue and white hakama/kimono set. It wasn't really conducive to training, but Naruto said that it was training in itself. If he could fight in it, he could fight in just about anything.
Not only that, but the blonde had refused to shear his hair short again. It had grown during their stay with Tazuna the bridge builder, and was now to his shoulders. Still spikey, and just as golden, he surprisingly reminded Tohru of the picture in the Hokage's office of the Yondaime (Fourth lord) Hokage (literal translation: Fire shadow, but it's the title of the lord of Konohagakure).
All the maids in the castle, whom Tohru had gotten to know pretty well due to mutual servitude, seemed to adore the little blonde Jinchuriiki. He and Sasuke were the latest gossip, everyone wondering how their relationship with Kyuubi was arranged, how they had caught their Lord's attention. It amused Tohru to no end, but he knew that they couldn't afford for anyone to find out that Naruto was really Kyuubi's jailer. They'd be dead in instants. Probably many times over, as well.
Naruto slammed a kick into one of the wooden dummies, splintering it, giving a grunt of satisfaction.
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Tsubasa was doing essentially the same thing as his foster father. He was in another practice field, learning the basics of Taijutsu, from the fox who had trained all of the royal bodyguards. He had spent the previous hours learning the names of his teachers, three in all. He still remembered them.
Toji-sensei was in charge of history, and other schooling. He was an old fox, silver from age, who preferred staying in the half-human form that most of the elders were comfortable with. He tended to smack really hard with his walking stick if you weren't paying attention.
Amane-sensei was in charge of ethics and manners. She was a nice, matronly kitsune, who had a good grasp on the ways of the world, and a very kind smile. She had given Tsubasa a bit of sticky rice candy when he had met her.
And finally, his combat teacher, Gin-sensei, who the little kitsune couldn't determine a gender on... This sensei, the minute they had met, had attacked Tsubasa, and the boy had been scared out of his wits. Then, laughing, the androgynous fox had explained that he was trying to judge how well Tsubasa reacted to threats. Then he looked at Kyuubi, and smirked.
"You brought me a really great one here, Kyuubi-dono. No formal training at all, not even survival instincts, if you ask me. Sheesh, and you expect him to be able to protect Naruto-sama's kit by the time it's born?! Sorry, but not gonna happen."
Kyuubi looked at Gin, and gave him a look that curdled milk from thirty paces.
"I want him kicking the shit out of five tails by the time my kit is born. He has four hours of classes, and then you can have him for the rest of the day. Make sure he eats, and sleeps at least six hours a night, but other than that, he's all yours." The older red-head then turned, and stalked away.
Tsubasa turned to look at his new teacher, but the creature, still rather indecisive about it's gender, appearantly, still stared after it's master, a frown on it's features. Then it turned to the little one, and smiled. Tsubasa did NOT like that smile.
"Alright, little one, you are on an extreme regiment. That means you are going to be training your little ass off. Now, come along."
After ten minutes, he had been fitted with weights, and the severe weight of them already had his body aching. But this was for Naruto-dono's kit, to be able to protect it, the way Naruto-dono had protected him. He would do anything for Naruto-dono, and he fully intended to try his best.
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Poor Haku. He'd only made the slight mistake of trying to tend one small (rather life-threatening if it had been to a human. But Kitsune heal rather quickly, Naruto is evidence. -Otaku) injury. Turns out, he was the closest thing to a doctor the Kitsune had! They always just wrapped up their injuries, and hoped to the gods they didn't get infected.
He sighed, as he was forced to belie his training with Zabuza-san, in order to treat the three sick toddlers one of the female kitsune had brought to him. He glanced apologetically over at the elder ninja, who at the moment was glaring at a poor innocent speck of dirt. Poor dirt, what did it ever do to get on Zabuza-san's bad side?
Zabuza will tell you what it did! He'll tell ya, alright! It did NOTHING! That's right, it did nothing, this morning as that Genji brought in a few of his friends to point out the 'pretty new human' and flirt endlessly with the boy!! ARGH!!!
And the worst thing was, normally, he'd scare the damnable foxes off, but Haku, poor innocent Haku, hadn't dealt with that kind of attention before, and sadly, he would need to, especially if he was ever to find a wife! Or boyfriend...Or WHATEVER, dammit! Ugh, his head hurt...
And what's even worse than that? The overwhelming urge to just give up on finding the boy any type of lover, and just ignoring THAT part of life forever! But, Zabuza knew for a fact that NO ONE can stay celibate forever. Sooner or later, they crack, and he did NOT want to be around when a sexually frustrated Haku finally DID crack.
Or maybe the real problem was he DID.
He really needed to stop thinking. It was hazardous to his health.
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Kyuubi, after settling the brat into his new training schedule, went back to his office. Sighing, he wondered if he was doing the right thing. He had seen what this kind of training did to people, Hyuuga Neji being one of them. That boy was wound tighter than a spring, and bound to snap at any moment.
Kyuubi couldn't afford to second guess himself now though. Now that he was back, soon the other tailed lords would come out of hiding, and try to see if he was the same Kyuubi as had put them in their place so long ago. If he wasn't powerful enough, nor concentrated enough to take them on, he'd lose everything.
That, and Kurina-chan wouldn't just never forgive him, she'd skin him alive and wear his fur as a coat.
Sighing, Kyuubi thought back, to when he had time to spy on the humans. Back when the Shodaime and his partner had just began to make the Konohagakure. The humans had made rulership look so easy. Now he regretted ever thinking it was.
Giving up on depressing thoughts, he turned his attention back to his paper work, determined to finish at least a third of it by dinner time.
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Iruka wasn't just pissed. No, by no means. He was IRATE. The normally gentle chuunin was by no means docile right now. He was waiting. He had been stood up three times this week. THREE TIMES! By Kakashi, who always gave him the same excuse. His mission refused to work with him.
Iruka was about ready to tell Kakashi's mission to go screw itself, and murder the bitch. She was taking his Kakashi away from him, and THAT was an inexcusable crime.
Growling, as he stood outside the restaurant for the third time, waiting once again for his silver-maned Jounin to show up. The crowd, for it was dinner time, and there was indeed a crowd, skirted around the angry teacher. The matra'de(I think that's how its spelled. You know the fancy French guy who seats you? Him. -Otaku) came over, once again, for the seventh time that night, asking if perhaps Iruka would like to order, and he'd inform Kakashi when he got there?
Iruka, sighing, gave up. He just didn't have the energy for this. After teaching classes all day, (Do you have ANY idea how tiring it is to teach ten year olds with REALLY pointy objects? Yeah, I thought so. -Otaku) he just didn't have the patience to deal with Kakashi and that twit too. If Kakashi was cheating on him, so be it. It wasn't as if he hadn't been single before.
Smiling sadly, "No, sir, I'm sorry to be a bother. If Kakashi finally does show up, tell him I went home, alright? Thank you." And he walked away. Or he was going too.
About a block from the restaurant, his arm was tugged, pulling him to a stop. He turned around, a cross look on his face, only to be replaced by surprise.
There was his one-eyed journeyman, looking at him with an incredibly sad look on his face.
"Iruka? Why aren't you at the restaurant?"
Iruka twitched. His bangs covering his eyes, his aura radiating killer intent, he growled at Kakashi. Literally GROWLED at the famous Copy-nin of Konoha.
"Oh, I don't know Kakashi! How about the fact that I was waiting since NOON, to have dinner with you?! I know you have a habit of being late, even to our dates sometimes, but nine hours is a bit excessive, isn't it? Was she THAT good? Hmm?" Iruka was furious, spitting flames at Kakashi, and the Jounin wasn't sure exactly what Iruka meant.
"Dolphin, hold on for a minute, what do you mean? Who?"
"Oh don't lie to me, Kakashi! That tramp back at your apartment! She's gotta be one hell of a peice of ass! Definately better than me, obviously! Do you seriously think I am blind enough not to notice? Or maybe you wanted me to notice, and complain, so you'd have a reason to break up with me, without feeling guilty?! Well, y'know Kakashi, I'm do-"
Kakashi tried desperately to silence the hurtful words coming out of his beloved's mouth, tried to stifle them with heartfelt, tender kisses. But Iruka's pain-filled, spiteful eyes silenced those kisses.
"You can't fix this with kisses, Kakashi. I'm sorry, but I...I can't do this. Not until...Not with everything thats been going on."
Those words broke Kakashi's heart. He really, truly loved Iruka, and those words...It was as if Obito had died all over again. And the look on Iruka's face, as if it was hurting him too, just made it all the more real.
"Come back after your missions over, Kakashi. Then we'll talk."
And Iruka left, leaving Kakashi crying, only visible from one eye, for the other wasn't his to begin with...
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( I just realized I never gave this bitch a name...How's Tsumi sound to everyone? Ok, Tsumi it is. -Otaku)
Tsumi smirked, from the shadows as she watched the schoolteacher ruin the best thing in his life. Oh yes, she had watched, and she had noticed how heavily the dolphin relied on his Kakashi during the trial. He needed the silver one, as much as the silver one needed him.
She took pride that she had split them so effectively. After all, if his human family was in ruins, scattered to the winds, while he was gone, wouldn't the bitch that stole her kit feel it all the more? That he wasn't there to protect them?
Of course he would.
He was human, after all.
Now, what more damage could she do to this pristine town, what more pain could she inflict on that lovely blonde child? If she remembered the WONDERFUL lessons her Kakashi-sensei had provided, there was a certain snake in the shed that this town feared almost as much as Kyuubi...Perhaps it was time to feed the snake?
End Chapter
Otaku: Tsumi is one evil bitch, breaking up Iruka and Kakashi! That's just not right!
Iruka: No, she didn't do anything! It's Kakashi's fault! He was cheating on me!
Sasuke: Oh, get a grip, you moronic Sensei.
Itachi: Am I ever going to be in this?
Otaku: -pats him on shoulder- most likely! Anyway, till next time! Have fun!
