A/N:
Hi

I'm Kakashiluver, the author of this story, and the Beta-reader is Vicious-Loner. (Thank you so much Vicious!)

The story is a Kakashi X Iruka, but I promise you it won't the usual KakaXRuru get together... gna gna... misterious and naughty laugh

now, Since they're both men, this is my official yaoi warning sign: "WATCH IT PEOPLE! YAOI HERE!"

I've warned you, don't any of you dare to throw any abusing reviews at me about it.

that was all I had to say except for: hope you enjoy the story as much as I do writing it :D and I hope you'll review!

PS: I don't like writing disclaimers all over my story so here just goes one that's responsible for the whole story:

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Kakashi or Iruka…otherwise I'd be a very, very tired little girl… MHUHAHAHA laughs evilly… SO GET LOST STUPID LAWYERS!… not that I have any money anyway…

PSS: also a lil' contest -well contest is the wrong word since there was nothing to win except for my eternal thanks- has gone on around here about how I would call my fic, and I pickedthe name: Kuraka, like the stories name also is now...Duh... it's thought up by NarutoSasuke4evr (congrats on winning my eternal thanks :D)
but this was just some side info which is actually not very important to the story at all ;P

Kuraku

Chapter 1:

How a close friendship begins

"Watch out!" a ball shot right by the head of a little boy, who had turned his head just in time to look in the direction of the shout and therefore managed to escape a bump on his head. He saw the ball flying by his head, it startled him and he fell back, landing on his behind.

The boy had long brown hair, which coloured perfect with his shy brown eyes. He was wearing a white shirt, navy blue shorts and dark coloured sneakers. He was about six and his cheeks reddened quickly when a group of other boys came to stand around him too look if he was alright.

"Sorry" one of the boys apologised "Are you okay?"

He was probably only a few years older than the shy boy, but looked much more mature. The two boys didn't really have different heights as they were about the same length, but by face the two differed a lot. The boy who had apologised was wearing dark jeans and sneakers, which contrasted nicely with the light blue of his shirt.

His hair had the weird colour of light grey, one could almost call it silver, and it spiked up in a messy way. His facial expression was pretty laid-back, making him loo like he didn't really cared about the answer he would get from the boy the ground.

"I'm okay, thank you" the boy said blushing and stood up.

Most of the boys walked back to their playing ground, but the boy with the silver hair stayed and watched the other boy brush the dust of his clothes. He held out his hand. The boy with the brown hair looked at it a bit surprised, but shook it anyway.

"Your new here, aren't you? I'm Hatake Kakashi, what's your name?" he asked and his eyes curled up into a pair of curves, smiling friendly at the little stranger.

"My name's Umino Iruka, I've just moved to this village. I'm from a big city far away" the shy boy answered, there was a peaceful silence between the two little boys.

But the silence was soon broken by a call "Oi Kakashi, you coming or not?" the boys on the playing grounds were standing impatiently, watching their friend with anticipation.

"Yeah, I'm coming!" he yelled back at them, not breaking the eye contact he had with this new boy "You wanna play with us?" he asked.

Iruka looked up to the sky, the twilight was already beating the beautiful warm day that they all have had the privilege to witness and the boy sadly looked back at Kakashi.

"Sorry, I can't. My mom said I had to be home before sunset" he answered.

"Oh, okay. Well, I'll see you around then!" Kakashi said and ran back to his waiting friends.

As Iruka began walking back to his new home, the other boys started playing their game again.

Back at his home, he kicked his shoes out and entered the house.

"Mom, dad, I'm home!" he called.

"Good honey, you're just in time for dinner!" his mom called back from their new kitchen.

He ran in the kitchen, hugged his mother and began helping his mother setting everything up for dinner.

His mother also had brown hair and the same colour eyes as her son. She looked absolutely beautiful, and even more beautiful when you considered her age. She was in her mid forties, but looked like she was in the prime of her life.

"Where's dad?" he asked as he set the hot bowls full of ramen on their low table

"He's upstairs, he's still moving boxes downstairs. By the way, did you have a nice day?" his mother asked him.

"Yes, I've met a boy and he seems really nice, he asked me to play with some ball game, but the sun was almost setting so I couldn't play with them"

"Ha-ha, your such a good boy. Next time you can play one game" she laughed a little.

"But you told me I had to be home before sunset" he asked a bit confused.

"I know, but ten minutes later than sunset wouldn't make that big of a difference, you don't always have to be so strict to what I say" she smiled sweetly at her little boy.

They had just finished setting everything up for dinner when Iruka's dad entered the kitchen.

"Hey! Wow, that looks great!" he said smiling looking at the table full of food.

"Daddy!" Iruka said and ran up to his dad for a hug.

Iruka was lifted in two strong arms and was set in the neck of his father.

He settled himself so he sat nice and ordered his dad to walk towards the table.

His dad sat down and lifted his son from his neck on his own sitting place. Iruka's dad was heavy boned and really muscular, but his face was almost always set on a friendly smile. He had oily black hair, pitch-black eyes and dark tanned skin.

Iruka himself had gotten about the same amount of traits from his mom and dad. He had the same fragile face structure, eyes and hair colour as his mother had and now he had long hair, it made him look quite like a girl. His hair was long enough to wear it in a ponytail, but he just couldn't get used to the tight feeling he got from it, but wore it in a ponytail more often than not anyways.

His skin was tanned, but was still lighter than his dad's. His body was also pretty broad, especially for the toddler he was, but he wasn't really heavy boned like his father was, and so with all these trait marks he looked really cute.

They ate slowly, all telling what they had done that day. And when they finally finished, Iruka had to go strait to bed. In two days the summer vacation would be over and every kid in the little village had to go back to school. Even though Iruka was new, he still had to go back to school again, a new school.

Iruka stripped from his normal clothes, washed himself, dressed up in his pyjamas, brushed his teeth and laid down in his bed.

His father and mother came in and both kissed him goodnight.

"Mom?" he asked when his mother was about to leave his room.

"Will you tell me a one of your tales?" he asked sweetly.

She smiled and walked towards her little boy again. "Okay, but only if you promise to go to sleep after it"

"I promise" his mom sat down on the side of his mattress and began her story.

"There once was-"

"You always begin like that" he interrupted

"I know that's just the way all those stories begin, but who's telling the story here?"

"You are"

"I am, so just be quiet and listen to me" she said smiling and began her story again, "There once was a very handsome little prince. This little prince was playing outside one day and met this really strange, but beautiful girl. She was wearing very dirty clothes and was talking to flowers. The prince and his friends looked weirdly at her and the prince's friends began to tease her about her clothes and the way she acted. The little prince didn't say anything. He thought the girl was a bit weird, but he thought it wouldn't be nice to tease her about it. He didn't have the courage to stop his friends though, because he was afraid they would tease him too. He didn't know the girl too well to dare to risk his friendship with the others. Back at his castle everyone told him to stay away from her. They said she was nothing more than a poor wanderer who had gone crazy. The next day the prince ignored everything what was said to him and said 'hello' to the girl. She looked up surprised and sadly down again.

'Are you going to tease me too?' she asked the prince.

'Of course I'm not going to do that' he said 'I just wanted to ask if you would want to play with me?' The girl looked up even more surprised than she did before and when she noticed that the prince was telling the truth, her eyes watered a bit from happiness. The two played the whole day and when they had to go home they promised each other to meet up the next day again. It went on like that for almost a week, the prince learned that the girl was really nice and that he was falling in love. One day his other friends saw them and they ran up to the playing couple. They asked him what the he was doing with the poor girl and he answered that they were playing. The friends laughed at this, 'Why would you play with HER?' one of his friends asked and, 'She's poor, dirty and crazy!' another boy said. This made the prince angry and he yelled, 'You don't even try to get to know her a little better, cause if you did you would've noticed that she is really nice!' the girl felt so great, it was the first time anyone had stood up for her.

'So what if she's poor, that doesn't makes her a monster, and so what if she talks to flowers, it's only because she's so lonely! How can you guys judge someone on their appearance, especially when you know they can't make themselves look any better then they already do!' the prince yelled again and after what the prince said, they felt really guilty. All the friends apologised and the big group went out to buy the most beautiful pieces of clothing for the girl, just to make it up. The girl got dressed in the clothing at the castle and when she got out of the room where she had changed, she looked absolutely gorgeous. All the friends looked in awe and the servants called everyone in the castle to gather to see the beautiful girl. Everyone was so surprised to find out that the girl before them was the once dirty, poor and crazy girl. The girl got permission to live in the castle for as long as she wanted. When both of the prince and the girl grew up together, they got married and lived long and happy for the rest of their lives. The end" mother finished her story like all her stories had ended and Iruka yawned.

"You're tired, go to sleep sweetie, maybe you'll see that other boy tomorrow again" she smiled while she stroke his long hair from his face.

"I hope so, but I still don't get why the prince liked her so much, why did he fall in love with her?" Iruka yawned again

"So what you're actually asking is what falling in love is, aren't you?" her smile turned into a mysterious mischievous one and Iruka nodded in anticipation.

"Well how can I explain, falling in love is… falling in love is a feeling you get when you like someone special. You try to be extra nice towards that person and every time you see or think about that person you feel really funny and happy. The only thing you want is to be with that person and to make that persons' dreams come true. When that person has also fallen in love with you, you feel on top of the world and the only thing who can pull you off it is that person itself. And if you truly love that person from the bottom of your heart, you would give anything up for that person" his mother ended in a soft voice.

"And what if that person doesn't falls in love with you?"

"Then you'll feel really miserable, but trust me, you'll get over her and you'll probably fall in love with someone else again. The only one who can heal a broken heart is time, but you should cherish every memory about that person, cause you can use it when a new love comes in your life. Then you know what you should and shouldn't do to drive that person closer to you" she said wisely. "But, it's already way past your bedtime" she tucked him in, stroke a few last hair locks from his face, kissed his forehead and went out.

"Goodnight mom!" Iruka called just before she closed the door.

I wonder how it feels… falling in love… and with this last thought he fell in a deep sleep.