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By the time Tsunade finally arrived Jiraiya was ready to rip his hair out. Naruto was already proclaiming loudly what he intended to name the puppies. Almost all being various flavors of ramen, one was Iruka II, because he had to name one after his brother, and another was Kakashi II, because it was his dog and that made him the father. Nobody wanted to explain to him why that was disturbingly wrong.

The kid had to be related to Arashi. Nobody could be that annoyingly hyper at a time like this and not be related to him. Jiraiya was unfortunate enough to have known Arashi as a kid.

"The hag's finally here." Jiraiya said as he watched a car pull up next to his own. "Looks like she brought someone with her."

Moments later the front door could be heard slaming open, then closed. "You just had to call her didn't you?" Jiraiya muttered.

"Kakashi, where are you?" a women yelled.

Jiraiya opened the door to the study. "Where up here!" he yelled out.

A few moments later a blonde haired woman with the biggest set of breast Iruka had ever seen walked in. They had to be fake, or mabey they just looked bigger because she was wearing a shirt that could fit Naruto. Iruka had to force himself to stop staring. Behind the blonde was a smaller black haired woman.

"I brought my assistant, Shizune, I hope you don't mind." The blonde, who was obviously Tsunade, said. "You all are idiots and I wouldn't trust you to put a band-aid over a paper cut let alone help deliver puppies."

Tsunade walked over to Neko and placed her hand over her bloated belly, then turned back to everyone watchign her. "Hmm. Alright, everyone out." When no one moved she glared. "Now!" She yelled.

Once everyone was out of the room Tsunade closed the door with one last glare sent out to them.

Kakashi made for the stairs with the other seven dogs, who were waiting outside the room, following him. Naruto instantly went after them and Jiraiya and Iruka, not wanting to be left behind, followed.

Once downstairs Kakashi flopped down on one of the couches and stretched out a bit. The old pug dog climbed into his lap.

Jiraiya yawned and started for the front door. "Well I'm not gonna stick around now that the hag's here. Good luck Kakashi." With a final wave over his shoulder he was out the door.

Naruto tugged on Iruka's pant leg. "Can I have some ramen now?" he asked.

Iruka turned to Kakashi to ask him if it would be alright if he cooked Naruto some ramen but the silver haired teen was fast asleep on the couch. The old pug looked up at him for a moment then layed his head back down on Kakashi's lap.

"Well I don't think he'll mind." Iruka said quietly. He grabbed Naruto's shoulder and directed him towards the Kitchen.

After much searching Iruka finally found a pot big enough to feed Naruto with enough left over for anybody else who wanted some.

Kakashi woke to the salty smell of ramen. It took him a moment to figure out why before he remembered that there were actually people here.

After carefully transplanting Pakkun from his lap to the couch he stood and stretched.

When he got to the kitchen he silently watched Iruka stir a large pot of ramen while Naruto bounced from foot to foot in his impatience. He looks so much like Arashi, even acts like him. Kakashi thought. He can't be any older than eight. Eight years ago, seems like a lifetime ago, Arashi was alive but was he seeing anyone? Kakashi racked his brain trying to figure out if his adopted father was seeing anyone at that time.

It hurt to think about it, they were all so happy back then, why'd it all have to change?

When Iruka turned towards the kitchen door and saw Kakashi standing there staring at the floor, he wanted to just walk up and hug him. He looked so lost, like a little kid seperated from his parents in a large crowd.

He turned back to the ramen and dished Naruto up a bowl and sent him to the dining room table with it, assured that the boy would never spill something as precious as ramen.

The silver haired teen hadn't moved a muscle when he walked over to him and gently shook his shoulder.

Kakashi nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt someone gently shake him. He looked up to see Iruka standing in front of him.

"Are you alright?" The brunette asked.

Kakashi slipped passed him and filled a glass of water. As he was sipping it he noted that Iruka was dissapointed. Why was he so concerned with how this kid, this intruder, felt? Mabey he needed a hobby. Was observing the new kid in school considered a hobby?

Iruka wasn't really sure why he was dissipointed. It's not like he actually expected the other boy to talk to him, did he? Mabey he needed a Hobby. Was trying to get an antisocial teenager to open up and talk to him considered a hobby?

A/N

I actually had this done a while ago but only just now got around to putting it up, sorry 'bout that.

Just for a heads up the next chapter may have some IruKaka goodness (Though if it does not much.)

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