Destiny
Caution
Kori Ryuen
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Disclaimer: Don't own anything, but I want bishonen, lots of them, so donate to the 'Get Kori a Bishonen Fund', information at the bottom. I introduce new characters, so they kinda are mine.
Notes: I should write more, faster, I like this story, but I hate doing this as a 'I have to do this' obligation like.
Music: Jonatha Brook: Peter Pan
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Iruka frowned slightly in his seat, watching Hinata-sensei demonstration the proper way to hold a Kunai, showing that it could be tossed both over hand and under hand, and to the side if you were accurate. He already knew this, Naruto had taught him since...before he could remember, he was good too, or so his daddy had told him when he had hit a target further away that most of the tree's were to one another.
Hinata-Sensei smiled at the group, most of who were little more than five years in age. Most watched with fascination, while a handful looked bored at the lesson, obviously those with private tutors or parents who'd train them.
In the back, a little boy with red hair watched her with bored amusement. He was an orphan, found after the slaughter of Sound and Sand Ninja, she believed his name was Kokiro, Mistubame Kokiro.
"All right, Class. I'm going to partner you off, and give each of you a Kunai. I'll set up a couple of mats for you to aim at, and we'll do some practical work instead of me just lecturing you all day."
She smiled at the class now full of happy faces, turning to the closet and pulling out a couple of weathered and worn pads made out of old cotton and stuffing. Setting them against the black wall near the door, she smiled a little and turned back to the standing students.
"I don't want any of you goofing off, these could seriously hurt someone given the proper aim and strength. If I see you messing around, I will not be responsible for my actions." She warned, and a few nodded in slight terror at the promise of the wrath of the future head of the great Hyuga clan.
Iruka tilted his head as she went to her desk and pulled out a box of Kunai. "Basically, your partner will watch you and give you advice, tell you where to lift your arm and where you should release for better accuracy and impact." She said handing each student down the line a school bought Kunai, old from years of use.
She continued with her warning, "I want each of you to throw your knives and wait for the other groups to be done, then call out 'Man on the Range', to which everyone stops, and go and get your Kunai back, and repeat. If I see anyone trying to go to the pads when no one has yelled out 'Man on the Range', I will be forced to give you a month of detention." Passing out the Kunai, she saw that many were terrified, but knew that fear promoted caution.
Standing back she smiled, "Now, pairing you off..." She pointed at two girls, "One group," She pointed at another pair, "Two group," And she continued till all who were left were Kokiro and Iruka.
"All right, you two will be tossing at the very end." she indicated the furthest stretch of padding. "So be careful, some Kunai may fly wild."
Iruka nodded while Kokiro scoffed a little, but smiled slightly at the boy next to him. Thin, pail skinned, but cute, everything he had expected from the Uzumaki. At seven, Mistubame Choker was very aware of the political stance of things, his Guardian being a higher up in the Hokage building. Uzumaki Naruto, Iruka's father, was the talk of the town right now; nothing was said in the gossip that didn't involve Uzumaki Naruto and his black haired son.
Taking hold of the Kunai, Iruka frowned at the target, watching the other children beginning to throw theirs. Most had terrible form; some even just tried hurling the knife like a javelin. Iruka frowned, pulling the blade to his side and then tossing it to the mattress.
It embedded its self into the middle of the target circles, drawing gasps of awe from a number of his fellow students, and a smile from Hinata-sensei. Blushing slightly as the blonde girl next to him smiled brightly at him, he froze when a second Kunai flew and embedded itself into the mattress scant millimeters from his own. Turning around, he met the grinning face of the other boy...Kokiro.
"Don't get cocky." Kokiro said simply.
The room was silent and still for a moment before Iruka's eyes narrowed and his lips grew thin.
"Man on the range." Iruka ground out, before going to the mattress and pulling out the Kunai and turning back to walk to the red-haired boy who stood smirking and a glint in his eyes told Iruka that this boy...there was something about this boy that made his blood boil.
Over and over again they threw, the smile on Kokiro's face falling away upon discovering that Iruka threw just as well as he himself did. In the end, when the other students had stopped from exhaustion, the two still were at it, every once and a while spitting out juvenile taunts.
This was how Sasuke and Naruto found them hours later.
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Laden with parcels and packages from the local shoppes, Naruto and Sasuke smiled and laughed. The afternoon had been uneventful, but profitable. Food, school supplies, and clothes for Iruka had been purchased, and Naruto knew that Iruka would have fun with a few of the items that they had gotten. Training Shrunken...Naruto smiled a little at remembering his first set, a gift from Iruka-sensei.
Laughing happily at something a little goofy Sasuke mentioned about a particular shoppe keeper, Naruto and Sasuke finally made it to the Academy. As they walked down the hall, Naruto stopped before rushing to the room and opening the door, something in him telling him something was not right.
Inside, the two boys still waged proverbial war upon the torn and tattered remains of the mattress, both seething. Kokiro pulling Kana and launching them quickly into the mattress, overhand, underhand, to the side. Iruka throwing just as well, mild thunks in the wall signaling that many of the throwing knives were going straight through the ripped material.
Hinata stood to one side, her eyes narrowed, but saying nothing, watching for any signs of anything more than the abuse of the wall. Both of them showed very good skills, throwing abilities that spoke of hours of training, she'd not expected this from these two; an orphan and the Missing-nins child.
Both stopped when Naruto came through the door. The open expression fading from his face, his vibrant blue eyes closing off and leaving him with a still fierce but more unpleasant expression.
Iruka, quite to the contrary of his new rival's expression, Iruka smiled happily, abandoning the throwing contest to launch himself at his father, knocking an armful of packages to the ground.
"Daddy!" He laughed, not noticing Naruto's expression, which had before been that of a feral animal protecting its young to a relieved young man. Naruto looked to Hinata, who though her brow was creased, smiled a little.
"Uzumaki-san, Class is finished, you may take Iruka home." She bowed politely, and Naruto frowned but bowed back, smiling at his son who looked up at him and smiled, his previous anger and determination gone.
Kokiro stood where he had been, frowning, feeling an ache at how well Iruka and the boys father got along. Someday….he would have that, he'd have his own precious person, and they would not be alone at all. He'd never have to ever be alone, or afraid, or cold ever again. He'd have someone…and that was what kept the cold at bay.
But watching them…and the Uchiha in the back, his expression new to the seven year old…indeed, something about them spoke of a deeper bond.
The dark haired boy turned and smiled at him. Nothing mocking, no anger, no spite. "Iruka and Kokiro should play together sometime."
Kokiro tilted his head, surprised. "All right."
Iruka turned back to his father, who was picking up parcels, "Can Kokiro play with Iruka sometime?"
Naruto looked over at the other boy, who appeared surprised at Iruka's friendly manner. "…hai, but not today, Aka-chan, we have work to do today. Maybe this weekend."
Iruka turned to Kokiro, "We'll play this weekend." And with that the trio left, not realizing that the little red headed boy was to be a key, later on.
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Yes, I am evil, and yes, these will be coming along sooner. And Probably longer…
Caution
Kori Ryuen
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Disclaimer: Don't own anything, but I want bishonen, lots of them, so donate to the 'Get Kori a Bishonen Fund', information at the bottom. I introduce new characters, so they kinda are mine.
Notes: I should write more, faster, I like this story, but I hate doing this as a 'I have to do this' obligation like.
Music: Jonatha Brook: Peter Pan
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Iruka frowned slightly in his seat, watching Hinata-sensei demonstration the proper way to hold a Kunai, showing that it could be tossed both over hand and under hand, and to the side if you were accurate. He already knew this, Naruto had taught him since...before he could remember, he was good too, or so his daddy had told him when he had hit a target further away that most of the tree's were to one another.
Hinata-Sensei smiled at the group, most of who were little more than five years in age. Most watched with fascination, while a handful looked bored at the lesson, obviously those with private tutors or parents who'd train them.
In the back, a little boy with red hair watched her with bored amusement. He was an orphan, found after the slaughter of Sound and Sand Ninja, she believed his name was Kokiro, Mistubame Kokiro.
"All right, Class. I'm going to partner you off, and give each of you a Kunai. I'll set up a couple of mats for you to aim at, and we'll do some practical work instead of me just lecturing you all day."
She smiled at the class now full of happy faces, turning to the closet and pulling out a couple of weathered and worn pads made out of old cotton and stuffing. Setting them against the black wall near the door, she smiled a little and turned back to the standing students.
"I don't want any of you goofing off, these could seriously hurt someone given the proper aim and strength. If I see you messing around, I will not be responsible for my actions." She warned, and a few nodded in slight terror at the promise of the wrath of the future head of the great Hyuga clan.
Iruka tilted his head as she went to her desk and pulled out a box of Kunai. "Basically, your partner will watch you and give you advice, tell you where to lift your arm and where you should release for better accuracy and impact." She said handing each student down the line a school bought Kunai, old from years of use.
She continued with her warning, "I want each of you to throw your knives and wait for the other groups to be done, then call out 'Man on the Range', to which everyone stops, and go and get your Kunai back, and repeat. If I see anyone trying to go to the pads when no one has yelled out 'Man on the Range', I will be forced to give you a month of detention." Passing out the Kunai, she saw that many were terrified, but knew that fear promoted caution.
Standing back she smiled, "Now, pairing you off..." She pointed at two girls, "One group," She pointed at another pair, "Two group," And she continued till all who were left were Kokiro and Iruka.
"All right, you two will be tossing at the very end." she indicated the furthest stretch of padding. "So be careful, some Kunai may fly wild."
Iruka nodded while Kokiro scoffed a little, but smiled slightly at the boy next to him. Thin, pail skinned, but cute, everything he had expected from the Uzumaki. At seven, Mistubame Choker was very aware of the political stance of things, his Guardian being a higher up in the Hokage building. Uzumaki Naruto, Iruka's father, was the talk of the town right now; nothing was said in the gossip that didn't involve Uzumaki Naruto and his black haired son.
Taking hold of the Kunai, Iruka frowned at the target, watching the other children beginning to throw theirs. Most had terrible form; some even just tried hurling the knife like a javelin. Iruka frowned, pulling the blade to his side and then tossing it to the mattress.
It embedded its self into the middle of the target circles, drawing gasps of awe from a number of his fellow students, and a smile from Hinata-sensei. Blushing slightly as the blonde girl next to him smiled brightly at him, he froze when a second Kunai flew and embedded itself into the mattress scant millimeters from his own. Turning around, he met the grinning face of the other boy...Kokiro.
"Don't get cocky." Kokiro said simply.
The room was silent and still for a moment before Iruka's eyes narrowed and his lips grew thin.
"Man on the range." Iruka ground out, before going to the mattress and pulling out the Kunai and turning back to walk to the red-haired boy who stood smirking and a glint in his eyes told Iruka that this boy...there was something about this boy that made his blood boil.
Over and over again they threw, the smile on Kokiro's face falling away upon discovering that Iruka threw just as well as he himself did. In the end, when the other students had stopped from exhaustion, the two still were at it, every once and a while spitting out juvenile taunts.
This was how Sasuke and Naruto found them hours later.
* * * * * * *
Laden with parcels and packages from the local shoppes, Naruto and Sasuke smiled and laughed. The afternoon had been uneventful, but profitable. Food, school supplies, and clothes for Iruka had been purchased, and Naruto knew that Iruka would have fun with a few of the items that they had gotten. Training Shrunken...Naruto smiled a little at remembering his first set, a gift from Iruka-sensei.
Laughing happily at something a little goofy Sasuke mentioned about a particular shoppe keeper, Naruto and Sasuke finally made it to the Academy. As they walked down the hall, Naruto stopped before rushing to the room and opening the door, something in him telling him something was not right.
Inside, the two boys still waged proverbial war upon the torn and tattered remains of the mattress, both seething. Kokiro pulling Kana and launching them quickly into the mattress, overhand, underhand, to the side. Iruka throwing just as well, mild thunks in the wall signaling that many of the throwing knives were going straight through the ripped material.
Hinata stood to one side, her eyes narrowed, but saying nothing, watching for any signs of anything more than the abuse of the wall. Both of them showed very good skills, throwing abilities that spoke of hours of training, she'd not expected this from these two; an orphan and the Missing-nins child.
Both stopped when Naruto came through the door. The open expression fading from his face, his vibrant blue eyes closing off and leaving him with a still fierce but more unpleasant expression.
Iruka, quite to the contrary of his new rival's expression, Iruka smiled happily, abandoning the throwing contest to launch himself at his father, knocking an armful of packages to the ground.
"Daddy!" He laughed, not noticing Naruto's expression, which had before been that of a feral animal protecting its young to a relieved young man. Naruto looked to Hinata, who though her brow was creased, smiled a little.
"Uzumaki-san, Class is finished, you may take Iruka home." She bowed politely, and Naruto frowned but bowed back, smiling at his son who looked up at him and smiled, his previous anger and determination gone.
Kokiro stood where he had been, frowning, feeling an ache at how well Iruka and the boys father got along. Someday….he would have that, he'd have his own precious person, and they would not be alone at all. He'd never have to ever be alone, or afraid, or cold ever again. He'd have someone…and that was what kept the cold at bay.
But watching them…and the Uchiha in the back, his expression new to the seven year old…indeed, something about them spoke of a deeper bond.
The dark haired boy turned and smiled at him. Nothing mocking, no anger, no spite. "Iruka and Kokiro should play together sometime."
Kokiro tilted his head, surprised. "All right."
Iruka turned back to his father, who was picking up parcels, "Can Kokiro play with Iruka sometime?"
Naruto looked over at the other boy, who appeared surprised at Iruka's friendly manner. "…hai, but not today, Aka-chan, we have work to do today. Maybe this weekend."
Iruka turned to Kokiro, "We'll play this weekend." And with that the trio left, not realizing that the little red headed boy was to be a key, later on.
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Yes, I am evil, and yes, these will be coming along sooner. And Probably longer…