Destiny
Expectations
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.
Notes: I wanted to write something for my favorite teachers, just cause they're so damn cute.
Music: Savage Garden
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"Kokiro." Rough. Full. Masculine.
The little boy, around seven, tan skinned, large grey eyes, a bored expression looked up at his guardian, and a flash of fear registered before his face was again blank.
"Yes, Father?" Formal, as he was raised he'd been taught this.
The man looked down at him and Kokiro felt the desire to kill him…and the man smiled. "Your Sensei informed me that you and the Uzumaki's child had a knife throwing contest of sorts." The smooth almost laughing voice grated on Kokiro's nerves, but he never let it show.
"We were throwing Kunai, Iruka was paired with me."
The man frowned, "He's a potential threat, watch him Kokiro, he may be your first real challenge." The man turned and walked into the hall, before turning and regarding the boy he had adopted, "Do not get close emotionally to this boy, Kokiro, he will only bring trouble to the plan and to both of us. We are after revenge on the village, we don't need to be caught before justice is wrought."
Kokiro didn't respond as he turned back to his knives, deftly sharpening them while waiting for the door to slide shut, which it did, but listened as his 'Father' walked away before stopping. Today was Sunday, and Iruka had invited him over to 'play', something involving being together that Kokiro had never done before. Maybe it was like training, but different?
Looking out his small window, the boy stood. Clad in white pants and a ruddy brownish T-shirt with black gloves, he appeared to be like any other student, and he meant to. As 'Father' had said, they weren't to draw attention before it was time.
Opening the window, the seven-year-old leapt the two stories to the ground, a small cloud of dust rising in his wake as he used his Chakra to pillow himself. Standing straight, he walked away from the house that he'd lived in for as long as he could remember, walking the streets towards the old Uchiha estate, where Iruka lived.
Father be damned, this boy was /special/, no one had ever 'played' with Kokiro before, and he wanted to find out what this 'play' entailed.
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Iruka frowned as he got dressed for the day. He hadn't slept well last night, and from his sluggish movements it was obvious that he hadn't. Yawning as he slipped his new shoes/sandals on and dawned a dull green shirt with a leaf pattern on the back and a pair of brown shorts.
Sasuke-san had offered to take him out into the forest and practice some of the stuff Hinata-sensei had yet to teach them, and was giving Iruka a kind of leg up. All this new knowledge that his daddy had told him stories about…his adventure in this new world was not as thrilling as the stories his blonde father had told him before he went to sleep at night, and were indeed turning out more frightening.
"Aka-chan! Breakfast is ready!" Naruto yelled from the kitchen. Iruka ran his hand through his hair before hurrying off to the kitchen, eager for whatever smelled so good. Since they'd arrived, Naruto had made him the best things that Iruka liked almost every morning.
It made sense, since Naruto didn't have a job yet that could take his attention from Iruka, but Iruka suspected that his father was pampering him since they'd moved for what reasons…he didn't know.
Skidding into the kitchen he was met with his dad setting down breakfast in his jeans, and Sasuke-san sitting at the table in a pair of track pants and a tank top, both stopping their light conversation at his entrance.
"Iruka-chan, I'm glad you decided to join us, I thought that you'd maybe gotten lost." Naruto smiled at the little boy who smiled back, taking a seat as far from Sasuke as possible, taking a plate and filing it with food. Naruto set a glass of milk in front of him and smiled, setting about cleaning the kitchen. Sasuke rose to help, but Naruto frowned.
"I made the mess, I'll clean it up. Eat, you guys are obviously going to have a busy day."
"Naruto, I can clean up too. Besides, you made the food, you must be a little hungry." Sasuke tired to reason as he wiped a countertop clean of little bit of flour. Naruto sighed reluctantly, continuing to clean up even as Sasuke cleaned.
Iruka watched the little exchange with suspicious eyes, eating his pancakes. "Iruka thinks Daddy and Sasuke-san act funny." He said at last, getting both adults to look up and laugh quietly to one another.
The cleaning done, and Iruka's breakfast finished, Naruto smiled, "Guess you guys better go off and train, huh?"
Sasuke smiled, "Why don't you come with us? Your skills would be around his level." It was meant as a joke, the smirk on Sasuke's face told that, but Naruto shook his head, trying resolutely to keep from going out there.
Iruka frowned, "Daddy can't anymore, he said that when he does…a bad thing comes out, and that he doesn't want it to come out anymore."
Sasuke looked from the boy to the blonde, whose eyes were downcast to the floor. "Aa, you two go on, I still have some things to clean and organize." He said and left the room, not even turning to look back at them. Iruka frowned a little, standing up to go with his father, before Sasuke grabbed his shoulder.
"Iie, Iruka-chan, he'll be all right." The little boy looked back at him, scowling very Uchiha like. "Go and grab the Kunai your dad gave you yesterday, we'll go and practice, then drag your dad out to at least watch." To this, Iruka still frowned, but with the excitement of throwing Kunai again, stalked off to go and grab the set he'd received yesterday, his first set.
Sasuke sighed. Naruto not wanting to do ninja stuff? That was unheard of, but Sasuke just frowned, shaking his head as steps came to him, revealing the little black haired image of himself. Those blue eyes looked up at him with more intelligence than he was used to from such a young child, but shook it off; this child was his, was he not? Of coarse he was smarter than the average child.
Just as they were about to head outside and to the clearing that they were going to use as a training ground something stilled Sasuke where he stood.
A soft thump brought Sasuke's attention from the boy and their promised training; frowning, Sasuke looked at Iruka. "Stay here a moment." He said, approaching the sound quickly he drew a Kunai, and peaked inside the room…his own bedroom.
Standing over the crumpled form of his lover was a tall, darkly clothed man. Sasuke sent out a hand of Kunai, nailing the figure right in the back. The man should have fallen, should have at least staggered under the impact, but Sasuke heard him chuckle.
"Uchiha…I almost thought that you'd miss this."
Sasuke's eyes widened, before he started his attack. Each kick, every punch, Kunai, Senbon, all were accurately dodged. His opponent smiled before a sudden cloud of smoke made it impossible to follow the man.
When the gas cleared, all that was left was an empty bedroom…
Naruto was gone.
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*Ahem* sorry it took so long folks…I've been procrastinating to the nth degree, and reading web comics like a mad man, trying to gather material for my thesis…
Anyway, any /constructive/ criticism you may have is really quite welcome!
Don't shoot me?
Expectations
Kori Ryuen
* * * * * * *
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.
Notes: I wanted to write something for my favorite teachers, just cause they're so damn cute.
Music: Savage Garden
* * * * * * *
"Kokiro." Rough. Full. Masculine.
The little boy, around seven, tan skinned, large grey eyes, a bored expression looked up at his guardian, and a flash of fear registered before his face was again blank.
"Yes, Father?" Formal, as he was raised he'd been taught this.
The man looked down at him and Kokiro felt the desire to kill him…and the man smiled. "Your Sensei informed me that you and the Uzumaki's child had a knife throwing contest of sorts." The smooth almost laughing voice grated on Kokiro's nerves, but he never let it show.
"We were throwing Kunai, Iruka was paired with me."
The man frowned, "He's a potential threat, watch him Kokiro, he may be your first real challenge." The man turned and walked into the hall, before turning and regarding the boy he had adopted, "Do not get close emotionally to this boy, Kokiro, he will only bring trouble to the plan and to both of us. We are after revenge on the village, we don't need to be caught before justice is wrought."
Kokiro didn't respond as he turned back to his knives, deftly sharpening them while waiting for the door to slide shut, which it did, but listened as his 'Father' walked away before stopping. Today was Sunday, and Iruka had invited him over to 'play', something involving being together that Kokiro had never done before. Maybe it was like training, but different?
Looking out his small window, the boy stood. Clad in white pants and a ruddy brownish T-shirt with black gloves, he appeared to be like any other student, and he meant to. As 'Father' had said, they weren't to draw attention before it was time.
Opening the window, the seven-year-old leapt the two stories to the ground, a small cloud of dust rising in his wake as he used his Chakra to pillow himself. Standing straight, he walked away from the house that he'd lived in for as long as he could remember, walking the streets towards the old Uchiha estate, where Iruka lived.
Father be damned, this boy was /special/, no one had ever 'played' with Kokiro before, and he wanted to find out what this 'play' entailed.
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Iruka frowned as he got dressed for the day. He hadn't slept well last night, and from his sluggish movements it was obvious that he hadn't. Yawning as he slipped his new shoes/sandals on and dawned a dull green shirt with a leaf pattern on the back and a pair of brown shorts.
Sasuke-san had offered to take him out into the forest and practice some of the stuff Hinata-sensei had yet to teach them, and was giving Iruka a kind of leg up. All this new knowledge that his daddy had told him stories about…his adventure in this new world was not as thrilling as the stories his blonde father had told him before he went to sleep at night, and were indeed turning out more frightening.
"Aka-chan! Breakfast is ready!" Naruto yelled from the kitchen. Iruka ran his hand through his hair before hurrying off to the kitchen, eager for whatever smelled so good. Since they'd arrived, Naruto had made him the best things that Iruka liked almost every morning.
It made sense, since Naruto didn't have a job yet that could take his attention from Iruka, but Iruka suspected that his father was pampering him since they'd moved for what reasons…he didn't know.
Skidding into the kitchen he was met with his dad setting down breakfast in his jeans, and Sasuke-san sitting at the table in a pair of track pants and a tank top, both stopping their light conversation at his entrance.
"Iruka-chan, I'm glad you decided to join us, I thought that you'd maybe gotten lost." Naruto smiled at the little boy who smiled back, taking a seat as far from Sasuke as possible, taking a plate and filing it with food. Naruto set a glass of milk in front of him and smiled, setting about cleaning the kitchen. Sasuke rose to help, but Naruto frowned.
"I made the mess, I'll clean it up. Eat, you guys are obviously going to have a busy day."
"Naruto, I can clean up too. Besides, you made the food, you must be a little hungry." Sasuke tired to reason as he wiped a countertop clean of little bit of flour. Naruto sighed reluctantly, continuing to clean up even as Sasuke cleaned.
Iruka watched the little exchange with suspicious eyes, eating his pancakes. "Iruka thinks Daddy and Sasuke-san act funny." He said at last, getting both adults to look up and laugh quietly to one another.
The cleaning done, and Iruka's breakfast finished, Naruto smiled, "Guess you guys better go off and train, huh?"
Sasuke smiled, "Why don't you come with us? Your skills would be around his level." It was meant as a joke, the smirk on Sasuke's face told that, but Naruto shook his head, trying resolutely to keep from going out there.
Iruka frowned, "Daddy can't anymore, he said that when he does…a bad thing comes out, and that he doesn't want it to come out anymore."
Sasuke looked from the boy to the blonde, whose eyes were downcast to the floor. "Aa, you two go on, I still have some things to clean and organize." He said and left the room, not even turning to look back at them. Iruka frowned a little, standing up to go with his father, before Sasuke grabbed his shoulder.
"Iie, Iruka-chan, he'll be all right." The little boy looked back at him, scowling very Uchiha like. "Go and grab the Kunai your dad gave you yesterday, we'll go and practice, then drag your dad out to at least watch." To this, Iruka still frowned, but with the excitement of throwing Kunai again, stalked off to go and grab the set he'd received yesterday, his first set.
Sasuke sighed. Naruto not wanting to do ninja stuff? That was unheard of, but Sasuke just frowned, shaking his head as steps came to him, revealing the little black haired image of himself. Those blue eyes looked up at him with more intelligence than he was used to from such a young child, but shook it off; this child was his, was he not? Of coarse he was smarter than the average child.
Just as they were about to head outside and to the clearing that they were going to use as a training ground something stilled Sasuke where he stood.
A soft thump brought Sasuke's attention from the boy and their promised training; frowning, Sasuke looked at Iruka. "Stay here a moment." He said, approaching the sound quickly he drew a Kunai, and peaked inside the room…his own bedroom.
Standing over the crumpled form of his lover was a tall, darkly clothed man. Sasuke sent out a hand of Kunai, nailing the figure right in the back. The man should have fallen, should have at least staggered under the impact, but Sasuke heard him chuckle.
"Uchiha…I almost thought that you'd miss this."
Sasuke's eyes widened, before he started his attack. Each kick, every punch, Kunai, Senbon, all were accurately dodged. His opponent smiled before a sudden cloud of smoke made it impossible to follow the man.
When the gas cleared, all that was left was an empty bedroom…
Naruto was gone.
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*Ahem* sorry it took so long folks…I've been procrastinating to the nth degree, and reading web comics like a mad man, trying to gather material for my thesis…
Anyway, any /constructive/ criticism you may have is really quite welcome!
Don't shoot me?