A/N: today, I saw someone quoting my work on tumblr... I smiled! It was lovely to see someone enjoying my work, thank-you to that person!
A portrait of a pale, young teenage boy; porcelain skin and pearly cheeks hung above the black silk sheets of the tall mahogany four-post bed; the boy's black hair in a low pony tail that barley passed his shoulders and a small, silver crown on his head decorated with only carvings and jagged points. His lips were red; redder than roses and thin in an impassive and emotionless expression; eyes dark as night.
The background was a crimson silk sheet; to accentuate the boy's lips and make the black serpents curling around his elegantly stretched out hands that where held in an artistic way more prominent; one looking as though it was welcoming someone as the snake wrapped around it and the other held by his side, fingers flicked outwards.
His waist was held in by a silver silk corset and a snow-leopard pelt dangled from his shoulders; the spots and white strings of soft fur bright and obvious against the red; yet fitting against the pale skin and black hair.
Kakashi would not have recognised the boy if it were not for the small cat that sat next the boy's hand near his side; down in the bottom right corner.
"Is that mischief?"
Iruka looked up from the small silk chairs surrounding a magnificent fireplace; snakes carved into the marble. He was still shaking, and 2 years after Kakashi's return he had barely built up the courage to enter his old king's room; although it had taken him almost half decade, he didn't mind.
"Yes, tabby cat,"
Kakashi smiled; although the portrait put him off. This was Orochimaru's ideal Iruka; the boy he was trying to mould Iruka into, but it was nothing like the man standing opposite him; not even a shadow of the beautiful creature that blushed as Kakashi stared at his portrait. He could see why Orochimaru liked the young Uchiha, looking at the portrait. They held a similarity such as impassive eyes and dark features; sharp jaw lines and so on.
Maybe Orochimaru wasn't as bad as he thought, he pondered, as he looked upon the cat in the corner, if he had involved the animal he hated so much; but made Iruka so happy. Its –very fitting- mischievous eyes assessed him as Iruka's secret (excluding the obvious) fiancé of one and a half years. He nodded to the animal as if it would see, and turned to his king.
"You look more beautiful in real life, Dolphy,"
The man went through several shades of red as he often did, before throwing the nearest object at Kakashi. The knight caught the pillow easily, and considered throwing it back before he noticed the small trembling of the king's tender lips.
"What's wrong?" he called, running like an idiot over the bed and almost flying to his fiancé's side, gripping a tanned face and kissing across the scar there.
"Nothing, it's just weird in here,"
Kakashi frowned; he would never understand, he knew that, but he could at least respect that Iruka held some kind of love for Orochimaru, despite everything.
-000-
The wedding was small, since they couldn't possibly celebrate what was seen as a crime against god to many. A lot of Iruka's subjects in the easier parts of town; the ones who didn't wear the paint and dresses, who enjoyed life for the pure fact it was there were overjoyed at such a marriage announcement when Iruka had managed to speak of it. Since many liked the young blonde king, they had no right to criticize people for their preferences if they would happily accept his.
But there were the powerful people, people who Anko couldn't scare away, as she had to with many others when she noticed the sadness surrounding the brunette king. People who owned large farmland and shops and had enough money to not care if the timid king sent them away; and enough obnoxious opinions and self-absorbed thoughts to dismiss the idea the king would ever do it anyway. They held a large protest of sorts, where they refused to open their shops and threatened to fire all of their peasants which would ultimately result in the diminishing of food supplies.
Iruka had no choice but to call off their first wedding; but the silver-haired knight wasn't going down without a fight and organised a wedding -by himself, something tricky when it was held in the castles temple and for Kakashi in general- for himself and the king.
Iruka walked through the castle; the white silk blindfold irritating and pleasant at the same time against his gentle eyelashes. Anko held his wrist in a vice grip as she led him through the castle, he memorised every turn of his castle, and so it would have been easy to tell where he was going. Until Anko spun his around to make him dizzy, of course.
"Here we are!" she announced, smiling like an idiot; not that Iruka could see. He heard an old door creaking; its hinges twining and screaming in protest as it was opened. He was walked down a long way; he heard his slippers brushing on the floor and cursed why he had chosen not to get dressed, in-case this was some kind of royal audience.
The silver-haired knight laughed as he saw Iruka tumbling down the aisle with Anko literally dragging him. He wore pyjamas, the ones that didn't show his legs (since Kakashi wasn't going to let the people in the room see those) and wore a long, pale blue, cotton dressing-gown over those pyjamas that was falling loose. His hair was down, and flowing in slight morning clumps around his shoulders; un-brushed since the king hadn't prepared for anything on the day.
Although Kakashi wore one of his best kimonos (a black one Sakura had given him for one of his birthdays with a dark blue sash and leaves in a delicate design in a similar blue) he wasn't even slightly upset that he was marrying the king of Konohagakure in his pyjamas. It made him feel like, although they weren't exactly lacking in the unorthodox department, they weren't any normal couple that would make promises to each other and then give up on them.
As the silk was removed from Iruka's eyes, he frowned when excited mismatched ones met his own. He broke the contact to look around and saw Anko, a strange man who he remembered being some kind of shop owner in town Kakashi brought books from, and a vicar looking upon him with a mixture of disappointment and sorrow.
The reception was short, simple I do's and no kissing (since the vicar practically dragged the two apart when Kakashi made a move to kiss the king, to "sign papers") and Kakashi felt something pang inside of him that he couldn't even provide the man he loved with a simple wedding. He knew the king would find the romantic element of a secret wedding in sleep-wear, but he knew that people in love never saw each other's faults. Iruka hadn't had a lover, how would he know weddings weren't supposed to be this way?
But it was the best they could do, and by god Kakashi would marry him even if the wedding was performed by Lee, or worse; Guy.
-000-
"Daddy! Papa!" a small, female voice called and the two adults groaned as their mattress moved; the bed shaking with the force of the four year olds jumping. The four year old daughter of Kakashi and Iruka Hatake. Chika Hatake; meaning "A thousand summers; a thousand songs" which Iruka found fit perfectly, despite his distaste for the season. She jumped like a dog that had caught sight of their supper. Iruka and Kakashi were already in the baby stage a year into their marriage; and they visited an orphanage far out in the country in secret; unless Sasuke and Naruto knowing by letter was considered telling everyone (which Naruto inevitably did in Konoha's sister village, if congratulation letters from 30+ people were any indication), and saw a one-year old bundle of wild brown hair in the corner of the play room; sat happily with a few scattered stuffed animals and wooden trains. They asked her name, and Iruka's mind was set.
Not only was the name Japanese, but it meant something to the pair that no one else would feel with the child.
Iruka knew Kakashi was slightly upset they didn't bring home a boy; and the entire court was angry, but Iruka didn't care. He walked around the city the next day (Kakashi, Anko and several guards following) with his new bundle hanging from his hip. Several women came to coo at his daughter, and Kakashi insisted to the guards that women wouldn't harm the king; until a very loud woman tried to ruffle his daughter's hair.
That didn't sit well with him, that brown tuft was for his hands to ruffle.
Naturally, he didn't release Chika for a few hours, even for Iruka. Although he insisted he wasn't getting attached, he refused to let anyone he hadn't thoroughly checked within a three feet radius of his child. He didn't want her balance of pale and tanned skin to be tainted; her shining green eyes to be hurt or witness something cruel. She was his baby, and would not be corrupted. Not that anyone needed to know that.
Iruka briefly wandered how Kakashi would react to their daughter marrying someone herself; but knew better than to put ideas into Kakashi's head.
Most people were actually happy to see an heir to the throne from Iruka, since as much hadn't been expected, even before Kakashi. However the obvious lack of pride the noble-people showed for their king continued ten-fold and then their daughter was brought in. When she was at the running stage she developed a habit of breaking free from Iruka and running full-speed through the gardens. Many women enjoyed the sight since a child had never been in the castle so young or so trouble free.
A shrill laugh echoed from the running lump of brown hair and wobbly legs; she had a tactic, new and improved, that she won't fall if she doesn't stop running. Chika continued to laugh way into the afternoon before her stomach caught up with her; rumbling loud and unashamed.
She walked slowly through the castle; since her tactic didn't work well when she walked fast and she often tumbled to the ground in a heap. As she lost he balance, her left foot slipping slightly as her heel touched down, she found herself hitting a solid mound of leg and brown dress. She glanced up, little chubby fingers hooked on the slightly harsh fabric of the maids dress with wide emerald eyes.
"Stupid child!" the maid called, lashing out at her without thought and sending her forward onto her bottom; she let out a whimper as pure pain shot through her and affected her ability to breath in the right rhythm.
"I'll never understand this kingdom and their monarchs! They are never of blood!" the woman began to rant; the basket of linen in her hands bouncing against her large chest and stomach. "You're all street scum!"
Chika started to cry since she had never known such cruelty; it was often her fathers scooped her away from these brown-dressed people and the ones with the white wigs and furry coats. As tears escaped her round and pure eyes they curled around her slightly chubby cheeks and she let out several sniffs before erupting, like a time bomb, into fully fledged anarchy.
"P-P-PAPA!" she screamed in a raw, sob-laced voice. Within seconds Iruka was running around the corner; sheets of his paper work flying around the corridor and hitting several people who emerged from the neighbouring rooms to inspect the source of the noise.
"Kakashi!" Iruka shouted for help as he reached the crying mass of chunky-limbs on the floor, conjuring his best scowl in order to scold the maid as he rocked Chika back and forth.
"I know you have your problems with me!" he shouted as he stood up, his daughter whimpered from the screams In her ear so he cradled her head in his shoulder and left a hard kiss on the crown of her head. "But leave my children out of it-"
"It's ok, Ruru, I will talk to this woman," a deep, sinister voice called from behind a black mask, silver hair draping around mismatched, narrowed and hate filled eyes as Kakashi walked at an excruciatingly slow pace towards the maid; intent to harm practically tangible in the air.
-000-
"I want a boy."
"what?"
"A boy, I want one."
Iruka frowned at his husband's openness, such a bland and serious statement that meant so much. He shuffled underneath Kakashi; the man's head on his tanned chest in the spring sun. Chika was 5 now, growing up and moving on. She was starting to adopt habits from Kakashi, something which particular displeased Iruka. It was a few months ago, Kakashi had just turned 41 the week before and September was well underway.
"Chika, what are you doing love?" the child turned abruptly and briefly wandered what he daddy was talking about. Meanwhile, Kakashi looked with a huge grin on his face as his daughter walked; shoulders slumped in the same bored manner as he was with her nose in a fairy tale book.
"I should let her read my books."
Iruka patted him lightly on the back as he whispered his threats if the man was ever to do that.
"We should get a baby, so we can name him."
"And what did you want to name him? Not that I'm going to let you have him,"
"Eiji."
Kakashi nodded, sure of himself and proceeded to knock the air from the king as his head hit back down on a pale chest. Iruka thought he was actually warming to the idea of having a second; since Chika did look slightly lonely…
"Does that mean anything?"
"It means 'Two Protectors' or something along those lines…"
Iruka nodded and made a mental note to pencil something down. As a maybe, of course; since the idea was totally not going to follow through.
-000-
Iruka held his hand on Chika's back; trying to straighten he spine whilst he walked with her up and down the nursery. Kakashi watched from his space on the floor with the newly arrived 11 month year-old Eiji. He smirked behind his mask as Chika continuously tried to slump. Why Iruka wanted he to walk strati was beyond him; but he supposed it did look stupid considering Chika was supposed to be this kind of graceful princess.
He picked up Eiji, the boy in a dark blue baby grow with little buttons on his baby bottom which Kakashi often resisted squeezing (who knew, he guessed it was a father thing), and put him as best he could on his feet. He heard that it was possible for one year-olds to walk when they hold the hand of an adult, and since his children were far better than anyone else's, he held Eiji's hand and proceeded to stumble along with him across the nursery floor.
Iruka met them halfway with his hand still on his daughters back, and saw Kakashi trying to join in somehow by trailing there son (who was actually walking quite well) across the floor.
The silver knight held his head high in a proud gesture, shaking his head slightly when Iruka looked at him. "I got this parenting thing down."
"Daddy! Eiji's fallen over!"
"Naruto, may you let go of Eiji now?"
"Nu uh."
"Dobe, let him go."
"What's dobe daddy?"
"Nothing, Naruto don't-"
"Aw look at his little face! Sasuke can I have one!"
The Uchiha made a thoughtful face and the blonde king just squeezed the toddler in his arms harder. They sat in the garden since summer was rolling back around, and Naruto and Sasuke and the others had come to visit, since they hadn't seen the new babies yet. Naruto practically dived for the young, black haired and blue-eyed boy Kakashi and Iruka had welcomed home and held him close to his chest until the baby called for air.
"Please…" Naruto called to his lover, giving bright azure puppy eyes and holding the equally-bright blue eyes of Eiji to his own, double power as he called it.
"…Maybe. Now put the baby down."
"Why don't you hold him Sasuke?" the silver-haired knight pondered aloud, taking Eiji from a saddened Naruto and dangling him in front of the Uchiha's face. The raven took him hesitantly, but took him none the less.
After Iruka saved Sasuke from dropping the fidgeting toddler, Sasuke had him comfortably in his lap, not sure what to do with his hands as the boy started to nuzzle the inside of his knee and began to snore.
"Look teme, you even bore babies!"
"What is teme papa?"
"Nothing."
"Oh!" Naruto shouted suddenly, making the snoozing toddler jump and let out a whine. In a moment of pure instinct the young Uchiha reached a hand and patted gently on a mass of dark hair until the baby hushed in his whimpering. Iruka smiled; Naruto was defiantly getting a baby after this. "You must be Chika!"
Chika nodded her long brown hair; not wearing it how Iruka did anymore since it was silkier than the kings and so wouldn't hold the same bands. Iruka watched happily as Naruto lifted his daughter and placed her on his lap, jiggling her every now and again as he asked her if she had ever tried ramen.
"Good thing we've got some then! And Iruka and his pervert said they feed you!"
"Daddy, whats pervert?"
-000-
They sat around the table; over a decade after they all originally met. Many faces were not there now; Itachi, Asuma, Orochimaru and Jiraiya were all lost, Hana was unable to come since her business as a vet was becoming a large demand, finally. They sat around a small circular table, since the new king hadn't liked the excluding lay out of the long tables.
Kiba sat near Hinata, as if he would sit near anyone else. Iruka and Kakashi noticed the slight rise of her stomach but didn't comment; their first child despite over 12 years together. Naruto once told Sasuke something about a "litter" but the Uchiha halted further baby-conversation. Sakura and Ino managed to sneak a chair near Sasuke, somehow, and were constantly talking creating a nice ambience to the room. Since Iruka didn't have many people in the room it made it harder to get over the silence but the girls were providing easy conversation.
Gaara and his siblings were there; Temari near Shikamaru again, hitting him occasionally before linking their hands openly on the table. Kankuro frowned before making one or another crude comment to the Nara, who brushed it off with a grunt. Gaara had managed to convince the green duo to sit near him and tell him of their views (after they stopped crying with the 'youth' of Chika and Eiji, of course) once again, and Iruka liked the idea that Orochimaru had brought all of these people together, much like he had with him and Kakashi.
Soon Kurenai and Tsume strolled in, slightly aged with the decade passed but easily beautiful. Kurenai wasted no time in introducing her own child, a girl, who was Asuma's last edition to the world. She was nearly 9, conceived at the very end of the war just before Asuma's death. Iruka could defiantly see parts of both the parents in their child, and Naruto seemed to as well as he cooed to his heart's content.
Kurenai soon had to put her daughter to bed, since the time change was new to her.
By 5p.m. Neji, Tenten and Tsunade had arrived after dragging in the bags and sake ready for a "party" as Tsume and Tsunade had commented.
Neji caught Chika's eye immediately as he gracefully made his way to the table; taking the seat next to her and near Lee. She blushed like her dad for several minutes until Kakashi noticed and felt a welling of almost maternal instinct inside of him to punch Neji's face in until his daughter would only gag at the sight of him; but Iruka's firm gaze on him kept him rooted to the chair.
"Hello, princess Hatake." Neji spoke in a cool voice after Naruto tossed him a glance and then shifted his head at the blushing 5 year-old next to him. He held his hand out for her to take and she went through further shades of red until she finally took his hand. Neji turned it over and lay a soft kiss on the back of it; a bare touch of lips.
Chika felt faint at being treated like such a woman at only five; her young-girl heart fluttering dangerously. Kakashi coughed, more of a grunt that a cough, at the pale eyed boy who quickly straitened himself, not before winking at the young princess.
Iruka laughed at his husband. As if anything would amount from such a thing; Neji was over 13 years older than Chika!
"This is horrible."
"Oh Kashi! She's a young woman now, she's going to go through this,"
"No! Not my baby!"
"Yes Kashi our baby."
"No! I want her to stay the same, same innocence same shape-"
"oh Kakashi! She's a girl, they change 'shape' as you put it."
"Don't say that! Now she has breasts! Breasts Iruka!"
Iruka rolled his eyes. His daughter was 13 and they were nearing 50; so Kakashi's old man was thoroughly setting in. He sat on their bed; book discarded off to the side of the green sheets as he growled to himself and pondered why, of all of the things in the world his darling little girl could have gone through, it had to be puberty. "Think of all the scum who will look at her now! Men are scum Iruka, scum! We all want one thing! I know these things!"
A puff of air escaped the brunette's lips and he stomped over to the bed; intent to harm rolling off him for a moment before he decided torture in subtlety was far more fun. He crawled over the beds end-board to his husband with the sleek moments of a feline, even allowing a soft purr to escape his lips as he straddled a very perplexed knight.
"Kashi?" he asked, pulling his best puppy eyes and jutting his lip out a little hoping to draw eyes to it. Kakashi caught the movement and unconsciously licked his own lips.
"Yes Ruru?"
"Promise me something?" Iruka punctuated his sentence by moving his hips a little; trying to pull it off as him being uncomfortable and shifting. He felt the tell-tale hardness beneath him that told him he was winning.
"…Yes…"
"Promise you won't say-" he thought for a second and added to his thoughts "-or do, for that matter, anything inappropriate concerning our daughter?" the rolled down the mans –still black- mask slowly and sensually, making sure to brush his hand over a sharply pointed nose and slightly chapped lips, that were wet with the moisture collected when Kakashi licked his lips earlier.
He saw Kakashi's mouth opening to answer and dived in for a scorching kiss; his suddenly brave tongue darting forward into the knights gasping mouth. Kakashi wasn't going to have that and rolled them over so he could take full control of the kiss. His tongue pushed Iruka's back into the king's mouth to continue his assault on familiar ground and allowed the soft lapping of Iruka's tongue against his lips to continue as he traced very inch of the open mouth.
"…daddy?" Eiji called from the doorway, not even shaken by his parents kissing in such a heated matter in front of him and Iruka's loud moans. For a second, Kakashi thought Iruka had said 'daddy' and wandered if he had some kind of secret kink, but then he realised his tongue and mouth were rather occupied.
And then he was on his ass on the floor while Iruka wiped the moisture from his lips.
"Sorry sweetie, what is it?" they 9 year old looked at his parents for a moment, taking the flustered appearance of his daddy in and the unmasked state of his papa, but shrugged it off since he was nearly used to it now.
"Chika threw a lamp at me when I said she should cut her hair."
The pair of adults sighed but went to comfort their hormonal daughter non-the-less, and maybe convince her that a haircut wouldn't be so bad since he long, thigh length hair was growing wilder by every passing day.
"Eiji, when two people love each other they usually get married, and then have sex; but since I trust you I'm going to tell you that its Ok to do it before if you stay with the girl forever because, let's face it, you're an idiot and she would probably get pregnant. So actually forget what I just said and wait till you married- where was I? oh yes- sex, so sex is pretty emotional no matter what any of your friends say and don't tell you dad this, but I've had sex with both men and women so I can tell you what either is like if you want, but I'm just going to start with the basics. So you have the woman, and she has all those lumps and stuff that we men don't and- actually, why don't we read my book?"
Iruka rubbed his scar in a sign of worry, sat inside of his study trying to read letters from Naruto about his and Sasuke's children he had finally pulled from the Uchiha. He probably shouldn't have left 'the talk' with Eiji to Kakashi… but he had to do it with Chika so it made sense. He pondered on how Kakashi would tell, and then had a strikingly worrying feeling that the man would draw diagrams of their own experiences.
Or would make Eiji read his books.
Within seconds he was dashing down the corridor to save his innocent little Eiji's 11 year old ears from the disgusting and corrupt writing of Jiraiya, since he was far too late to save Kakashi. He had on several occasions had to snatch the book from his children as they grew and even from Kakashi; since he couldn't be trusted to not let them 'peek'.
"You should ask uncle Sasuke about his experiences with girls, it's always funny- anyway sex between men can be weird since the penis goes-"
"Kakashi!" Iruka ran to his husband, delivering a sharp smack to the back of his head and then covering his precious son's ears as if it would save him now. He growled at Kakashi who saw stars for a second, and watched the door swing on its hinges in his son's room.
A sudden eruption of laughter behind his son's chest of toys attracted the families attention as a 16 year-old Chika emerged, clutching her sides and face red with laughter.
"Th-that was hilarious papa!"
-000-
Sometimes, it amazed him how Kakashi could still have this much stamina at his age. How it could still make him call out like this as he felt the hot hardness moving and burning inside of him slowly. He pondered on how the man could still rise in seconds and last for hours, but he knew better than to ask because more often than not Kakashi offered numbing demonstrations.
He called out a thousand versions of Kakashi's name as pure euphoric bliss rolled through him and onto Kakashi's chest, staining it with his climax. As if it soaked through pale skin, Kakashi followed; allowing himself a small grunt against Iruka's hair before he fell –quite literally- onto his husband.
They panted like dogs for a long while since they were not as young as they once were. It had been over 2 decades and they were finally here; together, after all this time.
How they survived was really beyond them.
Kakashi continued, slightly drowsy, through his normal routine. He reached around the bed for a shirt; finding one and rolling onto of Iruka to clean him. He loved this part; it was so intimate, cleaning, and it made Iruka blush.
He started around Iruka's legs as he always did and thoroughly removed the traces of their love making from his golden limbs. He considered leaning down and lapping it up; but he didn't quite have the energy nowadays.
"Daddy?"
Iruka jumped and flew from the bed in his naked state, on the floor on the opposite side of the bed so that his son couldn't see him caked in semen. Kakashi was far too relaxed about being caught in the afterglow, naked and covered in drying white. He looked around for his mask but couldn't find it; and chose then to cover up with the sheet only so he could hide his face.
"Hold on Eiji, Iruka's down here."
"Daddy, I know I'm too old, but can I come in your bed?"
"Yes Eiji, but let me uh… clean?"
After a good half an hour of sitting outside of his parents room, after Chika joined him it was easier, the door finally opened and the two Hatake children clambered into their parents –now brown- sheets. He looked at his fathers' face and felt a pang inside of him that it was masked again; but he had seen it before anyway.
The children managed to take up three quarters of the bed; Chika stretching across Iruka's pillow with him behind her, cuddling her even though she was sixteen now. She hooked her long and delicate fingers under Iruka's pillow and snuggled her face into it; allowing her father's aging hands to hold her close. Kakashi pushed his son further into the bed so he could have some of the pillow and reached his hand over him; choosing to hold Iruka's hand over his daughter. The two adults pulled the sheets over themselves and their children and hooked fingers once again over them; like they had done when they were only five and one years old.
"Naruto and Sasuke are thinking of moving here." Iruka mentioned as the bed fell into silence. Kakashi squeezed his hand in a sign that he already knew while Eiji and Chika made excited gasps; thier eyes flying open.
"Is everyone coming to celebrate?"
"Probably Chi, maybe even the Hyuga's will come."
She blushed again and hid her face under the brown covers since her crush had yet to fade on Neji, not that Kakashi hadn't tried to force it away on several unsubtle occasions.
"Pa?" Eiji called, his bright blue eyes radiating light in the candle light.
"Mm?"
"Tell me how you and daddy met again."
"Yeah!" Chika called growing excited at the prospect of Kakashi telling the story again. Kakashi lifted himself to blowout the candle; a quick puff allowed a trail of smoke to travel and swirl in the air as he set himself back down onto the bed.
"Well, it was summer and Iruka was still a prince-"
"He was a summer knight," Iruka said; a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. He looked over Kakashi; his hair growing white with age and muscles still as lean as every from all of the training he still inflicted upon himself. His eyes were still mismatched and bored, but they were his eyes and would never be as boring as the emotion they showed. Iruka suddenly laughed at his own joke, a summer knight; like night, he thought.
"Shh Dolphy, I'm trying to tell the story of our love!"
"Tell it with grandfather in it!" Chika asked, or demanded, and Kakashi made a face but continued anyway, just because he himself couldn't ever allow his children to view Orochimaru as a grandfather didn't mean he should stop Iruka doing it. Since love involves sacrifices, he would allow the man to live on as memory despite his methods.
"Well, Orochimaru needed some troops- Ow!" he suddenly jolted upright, a small lump under the sheets moving around like wildfire and making the children scream and giggle. The lump moved towards Iruka and slowed in its movements, stalking between the kings and princesses bodies slowly, like a serpent stalking. A small, cotton head poked from the sheets and yellow eyes shone in the dark, as though they were totally innocent. Iruka patted the tabby fur gently, a soft purr filling the room since Iruka was always the felines master.
"Mischief!"
Important: I've changed the title from "A silver knight" to "A summer knight" since it fits better.
A/N: it's done! I may consider doing a sequel of the children's life if enough reviews tell me too, and I want to thank everyone! This story was so much fun to write! I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have! I'm actually going to move on to writing something on fiction press as soon as I finish ASK, and naturally, it's going to be MxM... Because it's awesome!
Feel free to check that out, my username is the same on FP as well as FF and I've already got work up. You can send me a recommendation if you want to see me write something on here (nothing too long winded) or on FP. Thank-you everyone, I've never received so many reviews.
Much respect and appreciation,
-Ascarda.
Started: 22/4/2012
Finished: 03/06/2012