Disclaimer:
I don't own Naruto, but I use the characters for evil
Summary:
It all began with a harmless joke on an unsuspecting chunin. Nothing bad was supposed to happen, really, and Kakashi was supposed to go scot-free. Instead he got saddled with the finished problem: One super-cute Iruka chibi.
Author's Notes:
Ugh... I don't feel well. I hope I feel better for AP exams, that would be great. Due to my exams being in the next few weeks, and meaning that the important ones will be over by then, the next chapter might come out in under a month. Isn't that just "spectacular, spectacular"?
This chapter, I feel, is not my greatest work.
Ugh... I don't feel well.
Sakura could actually feel her eye twitch as she stared at the jounin in front of her, currently standing halfway through the door, her mind going blank at the sudden appearance. Only when Pakkun bumped into the back of her leg did she snap out of her trance.
She stepped forward slightly, careful to keep her distance from the trigger-happy woman. "Excuse me, Anko-san, why are you in Kakashi-sensei's house while he's away on a mission?" She asked, trying to make it sound as if she really didn't care for the answer, but on the inside she was screaming for a response.
Anko looked to the left and right for a few moments, wide grin set on her features, and sauntered into the house with her hands on her hips. She kicked her sandals off at the door merrily; doing a little gig when one wouldn't come off immediately.
As she walked past Sakura, Anko allowed her gaze to travel around the apartment and the lack there of the jounin who owned the said apartment. She smirked, eyes flashing as she turned back to the girl, "I was just wondering where Kakashi was." Her eyes narrowed even more as she smiled wider, her grin looking like that of a Cheshire cat's.
Sakura pouted and closed the door, stepping over the small pug when it didn't move quick enough out of her way. "He's on a mission." She said cautiously, moving past the woman to reach for the spare set of keys that were on the counter. With them in her grasp she felt a little better.
"That's great!" Anko exclaimed while rubbing her hands together, "Now we can have some fun!" The jounin ran into the kitchen, pulling out bowls and other assorted objects from the cabinets.
The pink haired girl stuttered for a moment as the woman continued to dart around the room, trying to follow her every move to make sure she didn't break anything. "What are you doing?" She finally asked, when Anko ripped open a bag of forks, the plastic utensils scattering over the counter.
Sakura sighed, blowing up at the strands of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. She tried a different approach, "What are you doing in Kakashi-sensei's house?" She asked again while Anko began to sort the eating utensils.
The jounin stopped for a moment with a spoon halfway to the table in her hand, a mask of concentration settling over her features for a moment. "A mutual agreement." Anko said, resuming her organizing. When she saw Sakura start to hyperventilate she wandered over to the genin, patting the pink haired girl on the head. "Don't' worry, it'll be fun!"
Before Sakura could ask exactly what was going to be so much fun, Anko had already punched her in the face, effectively knocking her out.
"Why the hell did you bring him here?" A voice screamed with the sound of sputtering coming slightly before. They were probably just caught off guard.
A snort. "I wasn't going to bring him to my place. If you wanted him someplace else, you should have gotten him." A shuffling of fabric followed this statement.
"He was being held captive! I was doing this for Iruka-sensei's own good!"
At mention of his name, brown colored eyes opened slowly to, yet again, stare at a ceiling that was foreign to him. Iruka began to stretch only to find his arms and legs tied to the bed, which in turn were tied to the bedposts. He sighed and looked around the room, to try and figure out the purpose of his capture.
Besides a rather large pile of ramen cups scattered around the room, and the fact his captors decided to bring the stuffed horse, Iruka had absolutely nothing to base his capture on. Except that he was thankful for the aided escape from that girl, whatever her name was.
Iruka shook his head and began to work on his wrists. Twisting them back and forth, the straps, which were really only ripped bed sheets, loosened enough for the teenager to wriggle one hand free. With that free, the rest of the "bondage" was no problem.
Just as he began to get up from the bed, with the stuffed horse tucked underneath one arm, the door opened to reveal a shadowy figure.
Then the figure turned on the light, to reveal those kids!
The people that he saw at Ichiraku! The blonde kid that was always jumping around with that angry-angst kid right next, well, behind, him. He didn't look that happy to be there, truth be told.
"See? Now he knows who did it and he'll tell Kakashi-sensei." Dark eyes narrowed, "Dobe."
Naruto shrugged, smacking the taller boy next to him, and ran into the room. Landing next to Iruka, with a slight bounce of the mattress, he grinned widely. "Hey, Iruka-sensei! We," Another glare from the pale boy, "Well, Sasuke. All that matters is that we saved you!"
The blonde nodded rapidly, as if only a string attached his head, and leaned onto the unresponsive chunin sitting next to him. When nothing happened, blue eyes opened and stared up at the face, which was so familiar but so different.
"What wrong, Iruka-sensei?" Naruto asked, poking the teen in the side. He sighed in confusion when the older teen did nothing in reply. "Do you think we killed him?" He asked, cocking his head to Sasuke.
The Uchiha, moving through the filth that was known as Naruto's room, stopped near the foot of the bed. "He probably figured out what that smell was." He stated nonchalantly, crossing his arms.
Naruto snarled quietly and scrunched up his nose at Sasuke, daring him to continue. When he didn't, the fox turned back to his teacher only to find him lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes. Leaning over him, Naruto quickly jumped back.
"Sasuke, Iruka-sensei's looking really weird…" He muttered; pointing at the prone form sprawled on his bed. The clothing, which was still too big, having come from Kakashi's closet, lay next to him on the mattress, the pants barely staying on even with the belt. But that wasn't what Naruto was talking about; it was the fact that the chunin wasn't even moving from his current position, only breathing steadily in and then out.
The dark haired boy sighed, thinking that Naruto was overacting, and moved closer to the bed. Looking over Iruka, he decided that he appeared all right until he looked at the teen's eyes. The pupil was dilated so much that the iris was barely seen, a result of induced shock, if Sasuke recalled correctly.
As Sasuke reached out to touch the boy, he suddenly drew back.
Naruto, who had been almost to the door, trying to sneak out and save his burning ramen, turned at the sound of a squeak back into the room. He began to laugh, knowing that it had to have been Sasuke, but stopped mid-chuckle.
There was a sex god in his room. And he was sprawled out on his bed.
Sakura grimaced as she came to, rubbing at her head with a free hand. The girl rolled onto her side, staring at the wall for a moment before setting her feet gently on the carpeted floor. She vaguely noticed that music was coming from somewhere in the apartment, but her attention was focused on something else for the moment.
He was gone.
Sakura gazed silently at the bed she had been lying on, at the spot next to her where the older ninja was supposed to be. But he wasn't. The area where she had left him angrily brooding was even cool, telling her that Iruka had left a while before Anko dropped her in here.
Anko. The same Anko who had walked into Kakashi-sensei's apartment unannounced. The same, very evil, Anko that had punched her in the face.
Sakura growled and pushed off the bed so she was standing, her posture screaming anger. With her mind set on only one thing, she moved toward the door to grab the knob. Turning it, she opened the door to possibly the strangest thing: A teacher's party.
They didn't even cast a second glance to the girl wandering past them, the teacher's whose faces were already turning red from sake and other things. Sakura felt her own face changing a few shades when the school nurse, who was normally very quite and was barely seen, only when she was needed to patch up a student, stumbled across her path dressed in only her underwear.
Sakura blushed even further when the kindergarten teacher ran after the nurse, his hands in grope mode. Deciding that it was time to move closer to the front door, maybe it was less lust driven up there, Sakura moved cautiously through the throngs of intoxicated people.
The pink-haired girl stepped over a man, who she thought looked hazily like her old kunai teacher, and scuttled into the kitchen, slimly missing another falling body. Sakura then found the person who was responsible for all of this. And right now they were preparing another round of drinks while humming happily.
"Anko-san." Sakura said, stalking into the kitchen to sit on the counter. "Why are you here?" She continued, feet banging on the counters underneath her. "Kakashi-sensei's not going to like this."
The woman looked up from filling cups with a dark liquid, a cracker in her mouth. Chewing it quickly, and swallowing just as fast, Anko straightened to her full height, "Hello, little child." She said, rubbing her tongue against her teeth. "What are you doing up so early?"
Not listening for an answer, she picked up the tray of glasses she was preparing and walked past the fuming girl. Getting rid of them on the end table, she waltzed back to find the genin glaring at her still. "Oh, you're still here?" Anko sighed and grabbed another bowl, set on filling it with chips.
"Of course I'm still here." Sakura huffed, crossing her arms and staring at the woman in front of her opening up another bag of food. When she was ignored, she slid off the surface and peeked into the living room.
She tittered nervously and turned back to Anko, "Did anyone leave?" Sakura asked, moving back into the tiled area, away from the party and its accompanying noises.
Anko shrugged, "If somebody did, they'd have to have been really stealthy, because I haven't seen a person leave this place since I started inviting them over." She smiled and took a swig from the sake bottle next to her, "The only thing I've seen is people coming in."
Sakura frowned. "Do you know if Kurenai-san is going to be coming?" The girl asked while moving closer into the kitchen, trying to avoid being seen by any of the teacher who were still celebrating who knows what.
Anko chuckled darkly, opening up a cabinet to grab a few more glasses. Who knew Kakashi had so many? "Kurenai always shows up, sooner or later." She laughed even more, "One of these days I'm going to finally get her and Asuma hooked up." The woman turned and regarded the girl in front of her. "But you didn't hear any of that."
"Yeah, sure we didn't." A voice responded from the floor.
The two ninjas looked down at the pug on the ground, his squashed face trying to look menacing. With a sigh he waddled over to Anko, snorting.
"I think it's about time one of you fed the dog." He continued, wagging the stump of his tail. "Eating is something essential for living, and I love living."
The jounin, taking another drink, pulled open the refridgerator and threw a dish down at the animal. "God, you get more and more bitchy every time I come here." Anko smirked, nudging at the pug with her foot.
Sakura watched this strange interaction, fear growing during each second that passed. The Anko that she knew, from rumors and basic contact, was never this calm, collected, or quiet. The last thing was one of the biggest things.
So she backed slowly out the door, waiting for Anko to explode in her strange exuberance, and into the throbbing mass that was the party. Except that she backed into something hard. Not hard enough to be considered wood, but hard enough to obviously be a body.
Sakura turned her head slowly, dreading whatever drunken teacher she had bumped into, and was surprised to find it be the person who she had just been talking about.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Asuma said, looking down at the girl in front of him. "I didn't think you were allowed here." He smiled and a large hand landed on Sakura's shoulder, "I'll make sure none of these other guys can get ya', they sometimes get testy after they've had a few drinks."
The pink-haired girl nodded, happy that one of the teachers wasn't drunk, and hoped that this meant that someone else was going to be coming soon.
Anko had said they were a couple, and couples were never seen long without the other half. At least, that's how it was supposed to be.
Kakashi sighed as he moved closer to his destination, keeping track of the time in his head. It was slowly bordering on midnight and that meant he had only a small window of opportunity to get inside the sheltered community that Nanashi had taken as his home base for a few months.
The ninja paused in his tree, taking in his surroundings before he moved any further. No one seemed to be awake in the complex, which made things easier, but it also made it appear even more so like a trap. Choosing his branches carefully, the copy ninja moved closer to the main house.
Within a few minutes, he was inside the lushly furnished home, placing his feet on the thick carpet. Kakashi crept slowly along the hallway, feeling his way through the darkness to the room that he had remembered the precise location for.
Slipping inside, he smiled at the two sleeping forms in the bed. 'Nanashi is getting to comfortable for his own good, thinking he can just sleep of the things he's done.' Kakashi thought, moving in slower now, careful of each step he put down.
With a swift cut upwards, the ninja killed both figures, fulfilling the mission assigned to him. He relaxed slightly, about to begin his journey back to the village, but stopped as someone made their way down to the room.
Kakashi felt his breath still as a child, who looked only about four, stumbled into the room. He looked exactly like Iruka, only slightly taller, if that was possible, and his hair was cut almost to his ear length.
With a yawn, the Iruka look-alike walked into the bedroom, dragging a stuffed bear behind him. He pulled on the blankets to the newly assassinated man, not knowing that he was dead and that he wasn't going to get a response.
"Daddy." A whimper. "I'm scared." The child continued to tug on the blanket, causing a hand to roll off the edge. Taking this as a lifeline, the boy grabbed onto the limb and rubbed his head against it.
Kakashi could feel his body refusing to move, refusing to complete the task. He had to kill everyone associated with Nanashi. Even if they were his children.
Stepping from the shadows, Kakashi crept over to the child. But before he could deliver the killing blow, however, the child turned around.
He smiled up at the man in front of him, letting go of his father's hand to turn around fully. "Hello, puppy." He giggled, dropping his bear to hold up both arms to be picked up. "What are you doing with daddy and mommy?"
Keeping silent was the best path to take at the moment, so Kakashi didn't move; show emotion, when the child ran over to him. He didn't twitch as the child hugged his legs in utter ignorance of what was going to happen to him. The ninja with the dog mask allowed the child a last comfort.
Before ending it.
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