Author's Note: So during the last chapter, you noticed that Iruka was missing. This chapter is going to explain the day he went missing, and what led to it. The next chapter describes his rescue. And I tried not to make him seem so weak. So I hope you like it!

Please Review and I don't own Naruto.


Hot Black

Iruka sat up that morning, in pain as usual.

For twenty minutes or so, he sat in that same position before he forced his half-awake self out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

It took him about an hour to prepare himself for another day of missing work and gaining more weight, but for once, he didn't feel guilty about it. He needed as much rest as he could get because as soon as a little Kakashi started running around, he'd go crazy.

Looking at himself one last time before he left the bathroom, he undid his hair so it fell down, resting on his shoulders. After that, he made his way into his kitchen and began to tear through the cabinets.

"You're making me so hungry!" Iruka said, looking down at his stomach. "I hope you're not heavy eater!" He laughed a bit before pulling a bit of chocolate from his cabinet shelf. Smiling to himself, he made his way into his small living room and made himself comfortable on the couch.

Stuffing one piece of dark chocolate into his mouth, Iruka grabbed the remote from under the couch cushion and turned the television on.

Minutes later, Iruka's eyelids became heavy and like the night before, he fell into a peaceful sleep.


About three hours later, there was a loud pounding on Iruka's door that caused him to wake up. At first, he tried to ignore the noise and go back to sleep, but it became so unbearable that he forced himself up. Iruka draped a blanket around himself to stay warm.

"I'm coming!" He yelled. "Good God...stop knocking!" Iruka sounded crankier than he wanted to be, but he couldn't help it at the moment.

Slowly and steadily, Iruka opened the door and gasped at who he saw. Pulling the blanket over him a bit more, he stepped back to let his guest in.

"Hanare..." He said as the woman shut the door behind him.

"Hello, Iruka Sensei. It's odd that you're not at school today." The woman replied.

"I'm ill." Iruka replied as the two walked into his small living room. "I've been ill for a while. Please, sit down." He grudgingly let her take his place on the couch. He sat in the opposite armchair across from her. "Are you thirsty?" He asked with a smile on his face.

What the hell are you doing here? He thought to himself. We don't even know each other! Why are you in my apartment?

For a second, he mused about kicking her out, but the thought of him letting a lady freeze to death outside seemed a little grim, no matter who she was.

"No thank you." She said nicely. "I just came to talk."

"About..."

"Kakashi." Hanare said, sternly. "We may be getting married soon."

"MmHm." Iruka kept a smile, but inside he was burning hot. "Congradu_"

"Don't play with me." Hanare said. "He still has feelings for you, strong feelings."

"What?" Iruka felt his heart melt somewhat.

"He still loves you, much more than he loves me." Hanare's fists clenched.

"And what am I supposed to do about that?" He had regained himself, and replaced whatever he was feeling before with anger. "I don't care about Kakashi. I have other things do deal with."

"And by "things", you mean a baby, don't you?" She rose an eyebrow and smiled. "That's why the blanket is protecting your stomach like that."

Iruka remained silent as he attempted to think of something to say. All the while, Hanare chuckled and continued to talk. "You see," She stood up and walked over to him. "I was the one who used the Jutsu on Kakashi, the Jutsu that enabled him to impregnated anyone male or female."

Iruka at this moment, stood as well.

"Why did you do it?" He asked. "Why did he attack me?"

"Ahh... well, you see...You weren't supposed to be in the equation." She crossed her arms. "The Jutsu I used on him was supposed to brainwash him for that split instant into going after the person he loved." She sighed and crossed her arms. "But because my jutsu was mixed with his aggressive sharingan, he became violent. However, that's not the important part."

By this time, Iruka had sat down. "Was your intention to be raped?" He asked. "Was that the flaw to your plan?"

"No. The flaw to my plan was that...he went after you, instead of me." Hanare's voice became sharp. "This implied that he has been lying to me for the whole time we've been together. And if that's the case, then he knows that I'm a spy."

Iruka felt his throat go dry when she finished her sentence. "You're a spy?" He asked.

"Yes I_"

"Then what did you want with Kakashi?" Iruka forced himself to stand up.

"My country needs to thrive off of the back of strong shinobi, and Kakashi is a very strong shinobi. You see, I am infertile but my Jutsu allows people to have the ability to impregnate_" "Anyone." "Yes, you're catching on, and infertility doesn't mean a thing. Kakashi has the Sharingan, along with his other skills and having a child with his blood, that would be amazing for my village."

"Kakashi isn't an heir to the Uchiha clan, that's not his real eye."

"Well I was going to take that chance."

Iruka crossed his arms. "So you felt no love for him, yet you were going to carry his child?"

"For the sake of my village." Hanare spoke, slowly reaching into her pocket. "But as you see, you are a major flaw to my plan." She withdrew a kunai from her pocket. "And so is that baby."

Everything happened so fast.

Hanare brought her kunai to Iruka's heart with a blinding speed, but luckily he had grabbed her thin wrist just in time.

"You're slow." Iruka commented. "And weak at the same time." He twisted her wrists, causing her to cry out in pain. "It seems that you just let your beauty do your work for you." He smiled and gripped her wrists harder.

"Let go!" Hanare commanded with fury in her voice as she tried to break free from her grip, but Iruka only squeezed harder. "Have it your way then!" She brought her leg up to kick his stomach but he was too quick for her.

Iruka quickly apprehended Hanare from behind, by snaking his arm around her neck, holding her in a tight choker. "I really want to kill you," He spoke quietly in her ear. "After all you've put me through, after all you've put Kakashi through." Hanare tried to shake free from his grasps, but he only squeezed harder.

Iruka felt Hanare go limp beneath his grasps and he dropped her. She fell to the ground with a loud crash, motionless. "You're not dead, but you're unconscious." Iruka bent over and felt her pulse. "I'll report you to the_"

Hanare's eye shot open, shocking Iruka.

Before Iruka could act, he felt a terrible sensation come over him and slowly, Hanare stood. "My eye, has the power to control people and read minds." In pain, Iruka fell to his knees. "Yes, you may be strong physically, but you see...my eye holds more power than you. That being said, you must understand that...Kakashi and I were meant to be."

Her words dug into Iruka's mind causing him more pain than he was already in. "Yes, he may be in love with you now, but the two of us had a past, before you." She took a kunai from her pouch and walked towards him.

Iruka attempted to stand, but he began to feel something else. He began to feel a different kind of pain...hopelessness. He felt envy and agony.

Get up! He told himself over and over again.

"Don't bother Iruka. You see, you are being controlled, your mind...is being constructed to my will." She bent down next to him and stared him in the eye. "Kakashi has the sharingan, I have my Kekkei Genkai. The two of us together, are perfect...you and this baby..."

Iruka felt his conscience leaving him. "You are both, out of this equation."

Seconds later, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach and felt a warm liquid leaking from his body.

"Now...sleep Iruka." Hanare began. "And die..."

The last thing he felt was a kunai slitting his throat. After that, everything went dark.


"Kakashi," Iruka spoke pouring tea for his husband. "Do you want me to add sugar or_" "Don't worry Iruka, bring it over here." Kakashi replied, flipping a page in his book as he sat in his armchair. Smiling, like he always did, Iruka brought his husband his drink and placed it in his hand. Kakashi pulled down is mask and took a sip.

"It's bitter." Kakashi spoke.

"Well you didn't want me to add sugar." Iruka protested, placing his hands on his hips.

"You know I love it when you do that, Iruka." Kakashi softly said. "Come and sit. Please." Rolling his eyes, Iruka sat down in Kakashi lap and rested his head on his husband's chest. Kakashi then snaked his way through Iruka's sides and placed his hands on Iruka's stomach. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"I don't have an appetite for anything right now." Iruka said quietly.

"But the baby does you know, I'll make you something."

"No Kakashi..." Iruka protested. "I'll throw everything up."

"That's okay Iruka, I just want you to eat something. I hate to think that if I wasn't here, you'd probably be starving yourself."

Iruka closed his eyes and listened to Kakashi's steady heartbeats. "Are you afraid you're getting fat?"

"I know I'm fat, but there's a person inside of me. And besides, who's fault is it?" Iruka then looked at Kakashi who smiled.

"Being pregnant suits you more." He said. "You're kind, you're a teacher...it's time that you have a child of your own."

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Iruka fell to his knees in pain, holding nothing but a bloody mess. At the time he was crying harder than he ever had before, but at the moment in his dream, he did not know why. Slowly though, he began to notice things about himself...things that had changed. For one, his stomach was flat. There was no baby inside of it to warm him up, there was no heartbeat.

Looking into his hands, he finally realized that he held the cadaver of a dead infant. His dead infant. The dream began to fade, and all he was left with was an empty darkness.

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Iruka had finally woken from his dreams and he had realized that it was already dark outside. He was laying down on the ground and had partially been covered by snow. He would've had the will to move if he hadn't seen his own blood on the ground around him.

I'm sorry...you're probably dead. Iruka thought to himself and to his baby. And I'll be joining you soon...

He closed his eyes, and he waited for death to grip him, but someone else took him instead. Iruka was nearly unconscious so he wasn't fully aware of what was happening to him but he felt a comfortable, healing sensation first on his neck, and then his stomach.

"Almost through..." He heard a woman say quietly. "This isn't as bad as I thought..." Iruka opened his eyes and saw all he could through the winter snow.

She was a woman, with long dark hair and bright blue eyes. She had a headband on, but Iruka couldn't read its insignia. He couldn't entirely make out her clothes or how she looked exactly, just her bright blue eyes and the green healing chakra.

However, without too much time and effort, the woman left and once again, Iruka was surrounded by darkness.


Today, my mom and my sister tagged team to make fun of me. You see, whenever I have something to say, my sister automatically disagrees with it and my mom suddenly believes her. So, I kind of make this sound when I'm upset, like a sigh and both my mom and sister made fun of me for that. My sister kept on laughing at me while I was trying to explain something important to my mom and so I just exploded. I banged my fist on the table and yelled,

"SHUT UP!"

In the end, I had to apologize to my sister disregarding the fact that she and my mom lower my self esteem and make me feel stupid every day. I wanted to cry but I told myself Don't even give these two the satisfaction of crying. Suck it up!

So yeah, guess that's my sob story. What's yours? If you wanna share one you can post it in a review.

So please review...it'll make me much happier than I am now.