This chapter's more about Iruka, but it does explain a few things about Kakashi. If I'm making this confusing just let me know. Sometimes when I write storys I forget that my readers don't know what I'm planning on doing and I write the story under the assumption that they do, it's the reason I only got a 'C-' in my creative writing class.
Anyway on to more important notes, I'm halfway finished with the next chapter for this story so expect that sometime soon, then I'll start working on my other storys again, so expect updates for them sometime in the near future.
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By the end of the day Kakashi and Iruka hadn't gotten any work done on their project, they hadn't even picked a subject. Though it wasn't for Iruka's lack of trying, every time he tried to strike up a conversation with the silver haired boy he was ignored. He didn't move to America to be ignored, of course he didn't move to America to be acknowledged either, but definitely not ignored.After trailing behind Kakashi for awhile he realized he wasn't going to get a tour so he wandered off one his own. In his travels about the campus he was able to gather little to zero Intel on Kakashi. He learned that the boy never talks, at least not for nearly six years. Some think he went mute but after asking a few more questions he descovered that Kakashi witnessed some horrific event and hasn't said a word since.
He could leave it at that and give the boy his privacy but the curiosity would eat at him until he slowly but surely went insane. So he promised himself he would investagate but not ask Kakashi any questions, that should keep his privacy in tact.
By the end of school he was able to get a nod out of Kakashi to meeting the next day, Saturday, to work on their project together. Before he could ask whether he wanted to do it at Iruka's apartment or his own, Kakashi pulled out a sheet of paper, scibbled down a time, his address and direction on how to get there from the school. He handed Iruka the paper and disappeared into the hall in the throng of students.
Iruka walked down the street towards his little brother's school thinking about Kakashi. What could have happened to make him stop talking? He'd heard rumors but none of them seemed possible, abducted by aliens, cloned, and many other farfetched storys. All he knew was that something bad happened about six years ago and Kakashi hasn't been the same since. Though after a little digging he'd found out that nobody actually knew Kakashi very well before whatever it was, to tell if he'd changed much after whatever it was.
A pack of little kids ran by him laughing, he heard one of them say, "Let's see that new kid get down from that." How many new kids could there be in one school? He hoped more then his little brother.
When he got to the school nothing looked out of place, he started to walk up to the entrance. "Hey Iruka-niichan, up here." A voice called from above him, Iruka was almost too afraid to look up, almost. He looked up. Hanging upside down from the flagpole was his little brother.
"Hang on Naruto, I'll get you down." He turned to the pole and carfully untied the rope. Slowly he lowered the little blonde safely to the ground. "Naruto are you all right?"
"Yeah I'm fine. I'm hungery though." The blonde replied.
"You're always hungery, let's go home, I'll make us some ramen." Iruka ruffled the boy's hair as they started the walk home.
"Alright! You're the best." Naruto started jumping up and down in excitement.
One could tell just by looking at the two that they weren't related by blood. One had brown hair tied into a topknot the other had short spikey blonde hair, one had brown eye's the other, blue. Naruto was adopted by the Umino's when he was three. His mother, Kyuubi Uzumaki, was a real cutthroat. She ran a slave ring, she had people, mostly children, kidnapped, trained, and sold off to other countries.
Iruka's father was one of the detectives that brought her organization down. Though they were never able to catch her, she fled to America, they did discover her three-year-old son, Naruto, badly beaten. He had three cuts on both sides of his face, and when they healed they kind of looked like wiskers.
When it was discovered that nobody could find Naruto's father the Umino family ended up adopting the boy and they were a happy family right up until their mother and father were killed. Iruka believed that it was Kyuubi that killed them but there was no proof. So the boys were shipped off to America to live with their aunt.
When they arrived at home it was empty, their aunt worked until late. Iruka went to the kitchen and set about making a big pot of instant ramen. After many, many, bowls of ramen Naruto was sated enough to play in his room until dinner.
Iruka went to his own room, sat down at his computer, and began his search for more info on Kakashi. He started with the local paper, going back a little over five and a half years. After hours of random shootings, house fires, poisoned dogs, and kidnappings he stumbbled across a picture three kids and one adult. He didn't notice until later that one of the kids was Kakashi, what caught his eye was the adult, one Arashi Hatake. It didn't even register that Hatake was Kakashi's surr name. The man, Arashi, looked exactly like Naruto, same spikey blonde hair, same blue eyes, even the same mischievous smirk.
He read the small article that went with the picture:
A young boy was found tortured and unconcious in the west woods with three dead bodies. The coroner reports that all three were tortured and killed with a single gunshot to the head. Bodies have been identafied as Arashi, Obito, and Kei Hatake. Seen above with the surviver, Kakashi Hatake.
Police have no comment on what happened as of yet but the hospital reports severe physical as well as mental trama to Young Kakashi Hatake.
Obito, boy, age 13, Kei, girl, age 13, and Kakashi, boy, age 12, were all the adopted children of Arashi.
That was all it said. So Kakashi was the adopted son of a man who looked suspiciously like Naruto. A man who was murdered right along with Kakashi's adopted brother and sister. That explained much but opened up so many more questions.
There was nothing else in the paper's archives about Kakashi. They must have given up when Kakashi refused to talk.
He could sympathize with Kakashi, when his parents died all he wanted was to be left alone, but everybody had to come and tell him how sorry they were and that they understood. They didn't really understand, they couldn't unless they lost someone that was that close to them. All it was, was just words, empty meaningless words. Sure they probaly meant them when they said them, but what would they mean to him? Nothing, that's what.
He wished he could just stop talking to people, but his parents raised him to be polite and respectable. Ignoring people was not polite and respectable.
He flopped down on his bed and thought about Kakashi, mabey there was a way to get him to open up. He probaly hasn't let anyone close to him in all these years.
He had to be at the other boy's house tomarrow morning at nine and this project would be going nowhere real fast if he didn't figure out how to communicate with him. He would do it all himself if he could, but Kakashi was probaly used to being ignored and looked over, so he couldn't do that to the other boy. All he had to do was figure out a way to get him to at least talk to him, or this next month of working on their project would be very quiet and not very productive.
Iruka wondered what his parents would think if he brought someone like Kakashi home. They accepted that he was into guys but they would never accept a guy like Kakashi. Untidy silver hair, he wondered if it was naturaly that color, or if he ever combed it. Left ear pierced, not once, but three times. He slouched, he always looked bored, and though he had good reason, he blatantly ignored the world. No, his parents would probaly smack Kakashi silly if he dared come near their sweet little boy looking like that.
Though in Iruka's opinion all those things made him all that much more appealing, plus he looked well built under that school uniform and he was amazingly handsome. Iruka sighed, he probaly wasn't into guys. That didn't stop him from admiring him though.
Even if no possible relationship was in the future Iruka was hopeful that he would find something out about Naruto's father, if that Arashi guy was indeed his father. They just looked so much alike, what were the odds?
He was just starting nod off when Naruto came bursting into his room and plopped himself right down on top of Iruka. "Dinner's ready Iruka-niichan!" He yelled.
"Okay, okay." Iruka picked naruto up and carried him to the small diningroom. Dinner like every other night consisted of tv diners or frozen pizza or something that only needed to be heated up, tonight, frozen pizza. Their aunt wasn't much of a cook, she really wasn't much of an aunt either, the only time she said anything to them was when she wanted them to do something. She would heat the food up, put it on the table, and go to her room for the rest of the night. They hardly ever saw her.
Iruka ended up taking care of Naruto all the time, not that he minded, he loved taking care of his little brother. He set Naruto down in a chair and dished him up a slice of pizza. "So how was school Naruto?"
"Fine. There are a whole bunch of really cool kids, let's see there's Ino, she's kinda bossy, there's Shikamaru, he's lazy, there's Kiba, he has a dog named Akamaru. Can we get a dog? There's Shino, he plays with bugs, and Hinata, she's really shy. Then there's Chouji, he has really great snacks, there's Sakura, she's really really pretty. Oh and there's also this kid named Sasuke, but he's jerk, and I don't like him." Naruto said that all in one breath and took a few bites of pizza.
"What about the kids who tied you to the flagpole?" Iruka asked.
"Oh them? They're jerks from a different class." Naruto finished his slice of pizza and grabbed another one. "How about you, how was your school?"
"It was fine, we're doing some project all of this month and I have to work with a boy who doesn't talk." Iruka reached for another slice of pizza.
"How come he doesn't talk?" Naruto asked confused.
Iruka swallowed his bite of pizza. "He just doesn't. I'm going to his house tomarrow to work on the project so you'll have to stay here by yourself."
"I'll be fine, I am almost nine after all." Naruto rolled his eyes.
"Yeah in ten months. You have my pager number if you need me and I'll call you back immedietly." Iruka said.
"He has a phone?" Naruto finished off the last of another slice.
"Why wouldn't he?" Iruka asked.
"Well, what would he need a phone for if he doesn't talk?" Naruto leaned back in his chair.
"Good point, I'll call you back as soon as I can, all right?" Iruka started to clear the table. "Why don't you go watch tv?"
"Okay." Naruto jumped up and ran to the other room, which was only a few feet away in the small apartment.
It was a three bedroom apartment but it was smaller then most two bedroom ones. He needed to start looking for a job so he could start saving money. That way when he turned eighteen in may, he could file for custody of Naruto and they would be able to live on their own, which was almost exactly what they were doing now, except with a ghost of a roommate that knew how to heat up food.
He put what was left over of the pizza in the fridge, that would be Naruto's lunch tomarrow, and washed the dishes. After that he washed down the table and tossed the rag in the dirty cloths pile, he'd have to get up early tomarrow and do a load of laundrey.
He went into the living room to find Naruto fast asleep on the couch, the tv was on to some weird cartoon called 'Invader Zim' he sat down and watched it.
By the end of the show he was left wondering what kind of drugs the creaters of this cartoon were on. He turned off the tv and carefully picked Naruto up and took him to his room. After laying him on the bed he gently pulled off his cloths, put his pajamas on, and tucked him in. He quietly left and went to his own room and layed down on his bed thinking of what he would do tomarrow, how he would be able to work with Kakashi, and who Arashi really was. It didn't take him long to fall asleep.
A/N
I'm not really sure where I'm going with this story. (Other than IruKaka, yes IruKaka not KakaIru.) I barely have a plot formed out and I'm typing this off the top of my head.
It's early december in this fic and people will be snowed in hinthintwinkwinknudgenudge and they're not in Konoha, I'm not really sure where they are. A place that snows from late-November to mid-feburay is my guess.
Isn't it funny that they all live in America and have Japanese names? The rookie Genin are mentioned but don't expect much from them, they're all ages 8-9 and in the same class.
Let's see what else do you need to know, hmm? Oh yes Naruto is Naruto Umino because the Uminos adopted him. Arashi Hatake is the 4th Hokage incase you didn't get that, he adopted Kakashi, Obito, and Kei, who were street kids, and thus they are Hatakes. Kyuubi Uzumaki will not be making a live appearance, for she is dead, she will however be in flashbacks. Surr names are last because they're in America.
Oh also just so I don't get anyone's hopes up I'll say this now, I won't be writing any lemons, but when the time comes if anybody wants to write one for this story I'd be you bestist friend.
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