By: Selim
Summary: When the newlywed Iruka wants to adopt a child, he meets a discriminated boy named Naruto with a dark past. Can Iruka and Kakashi obtain a small family with the boy, or lose him back to the boys original parents..
Pairings: Kakashi x Iruka, Sasuke + Naruto
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Information of this fiction: This is a slight AU. Though it has to do with Ninjas, has Kyuubi, and both Kakashi and Iruka are at designated jobs in the manga, some things are different. Instead of 25, Iruka is only 22, and Naruto is 9 along with all the other kids he grew up with in the manga. Beware of OOCness, because there are so many characters, and the amount of manga I've read only introduced a few. Also, this is being beta'd now – just for y'all to know.
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Answer to Question(s):
Inoku: I'm going to admit that I'm a very lazy person. Since I share this story on any lemons written for the story will be side stories on AFF so technically they'll be called PWPs there. There might be a few side stories that will go onto FF, but I haven't decided as of yet.
Stepping into the sanctuary of their bedroom, Kakashi couldn't hold back the smirk that came over his unmasked face. It wasn't often that he went around without his face covered, but the urge to pee that morning took over more sense than he planned after the busy night they had before. Which was why his mask was hanging from the ceiling fan. Clothes scattered in all directions, adding taste to the room. If one couldn't tell what had happened that night, the disheveled sheets and still sleeping Chuunin was enough to say a lot.
Iruka twitched in his sleep before curling up in the blanket, breathing in the other side of the bed, Kakashi's side. His face scrunched up, as if realizing that Kakashi was no longer in bed before his facial muscles relaxed, giving him a solemn expression. Reaching up to the fan blades, Kakashi ripped his mask off, reminding himself to ask Iruka why every time- every bloody time! – they had sex, his mask always ended up on the blade of the ceiling fan. It was a mystery of why Iruka threw it in that direction, but the Chuunin's aim was never off. Sliding the article of clothes over his face and pulling on his pants, Kakashi headed over towards the bed and sat patiently. His fingers absently played with his mask before lowering it enough to show his lips.
"Mm." Iruka mumbled, leaning further towards the heat emitting from Kakashi. Taking the academy teacher's chin in his hands, he tilted Iruka's face close enough for a kiss. Slowly, Iruka opened his eyes, allowing the light of day to embrace his sleep-induced mind. Kakashi's tongue played roughly with the Chuunin's lips, begging for entrance and with natural nervousness, Iruka opened his lips to grant permission.
With the permission, Kakashi dove in, mapping his husband's mouth with vigor, seeking for more turn-ons that Iruka had. A suck on the tongue, a massage in a certain area and the dark haired man was putty under his stronger lover, holding onto firm shoulders to remain sitting up straight. Pressing his body over the academy teacher's, the Jounin prepared to go further than where he already was when the doorbell broke sound barriers within the house. Kakashi froze, millimeters from Iruka's swollen lips, debating whether or not to ignore the bell and continue his feast or actually answer the door.
Iruka's flushed face won as Kakashi closed the space between their lips with a searing kiss.
The doorbell rang again.
Bringing his lips down to the academy teacher's neck, Kakashi clamped onto the skin leaving a bruise for Konoha to know whom the man belonged to. Iruka groaned; throwing his head back further into the pillow as the copy ninja began licking the wound to pick up any blood that had escaped. "Kakashi-kun…" Iruka began to shake as the Jounin trailed kisses down to his nipples. "…Kakashi, we need to get the door." Iruka pushed on his husband's shoulders, knowing that if he didn't put a stop to the pervert now, they'd end up doing more than needed that early in the morning. The doorbell rang again, this time it followed with countless knocks upon the hardwood.
Building up strength in his arms, Iruka pushed Kakashi's shoulders again – this time he accomplished pushing Kakashi off him and the bed. Kakashi glared up at the flustered teacher before sliding his mask back over his face. Finally, standing up he left the room and approached the door, planning numerous things he was going to do to the person that dared ruin his playtime. With a flick of the wrist, the door slammed against the wall. "What?" He yelled.
A petit ANBU stood impassive, though his arm was raised in effort to knock on the door again had it not been opened. He was one of the younger people that made it into ANBU, hell he was the ANBU Captain. His black hair was long and hanging just below his ears. "Hokage-sama wishes to see both you and Iruka-san." He gave a sharp nod of his head and turned away – having no reason to remain there since his pathetic mission was over. That was peacetime though; none of the elite ninjas had much to do and were taking any orders offered, even if they were C and D missions.
Shutting the door, Kakashi turned around. Iruka seemed to have pulled out of bed, because he was standing dressed in his trousers from the day before. He was rubbing the remnants of sleep out of his eyes, yet seemed confused at the same time. "Was that Uchiha Itachi?" Kakashi nodded. "What did he want?" Iruka seemed intrigued by the knowledge that the ANBU Captain would come to his apartment.
"Hokage-sama wishes to see the both of us." Kakashi walked past the dazed teacher and into the bathroom. Seeing that Iruka wasn't going to follow, Kakashi reached over and pulled the man's arm, yanking the younger male to follow him into the bathroom. "Besides, he interrupted us."
"K-Kakashi-!" Iruka called out as the door slammed behind him.
"When I sent Uchiha-san, I was hoping you'd come then, not three hours later." Unable to fight the blush from his face, Iruka watched the elderly man in front of them, who just leaned forward and watched them in amusement. Kakashi was being himself, leaning back against the wall with his nose stuck in his orange book. "You should be careful, Iruka-san, I can't help but feel Kakashi is giving you some of his negative traits."
Bowing, Iruka fought to remove the blood from his face. From his perceptual vision, he could see Kakashi's eyes leave the words in the book and admire his rear. Feeling self conscious Iruka stood up straight again, attempting to put his hands on his rear to block it from Kakashi's vision. "I apologize, Hokage-sama. Something came up and it had to be dealt with…"
"I'd say two things came up." Kakashi smirked.
"Shut up Kakashi!" Iruka turned around, his face as red as a tomato. Sarutobi's eyes danced at the antics going on between the two, but he didn't speak as Iruka began threatening to rip the orange book into millions of pieces. Of course, Kakashi's come back was for Iruka to try. After letting the two fight verbally for a few minutes, Sarutobi coughed, catching their attention again.
"On to other news." He breathed, taking the pipe out of his mouth and placing it on his desk. Iruka realized that was a sign that the elderly man would be talking for awhile. "Sit down, Iruka, you'll be here awhile." Nodding, Iruka sat down, never once glancing back at his husband. "I received a report from the Adoptive Community, yesterday evening – containing the reports for a small family, Hatake." He watched them carefully before pulling the report out of his desk and pushed it towards the academy teacher. "Please read what they wrote about you."
Iruka took the report in his hands, glancing up uncertainly. Should he read what was written about him? Sarutobi nodded, clasping his fingers firmly as he waited for the silence to wear down as Iruka began reading the report. After a few minutes, the paper became crumpled as tears fell from Iruka's face. "Why were we denied? It said all our good traits, all our abilities, that we would be excellent parents. Are you sure it wasn't a misprint?"
Sarutobi shook his head, his eyes closed as he calmed himself down. "I was shocked at first. I remember you saying that you were going to adopt, and I thought that you'd be accepted with no problem. I even believed that Kakashi would be accepted. I you would have been to, if it weren't for the child which you choose."
"That shouldn't matter!" Iruka stood up, his fist slamming against the table.
"And it shouldn't." Sarutobi sighed, bringing his pipe back to his mouth. "Do you know who Naruto is? Everything about the child?"
"That he's the Kyuubi? Yes, I know." Iruka stared at his lap, noticing a shadow above him he turned to smile at his husband, clasping their hands. It was a weak smile, unable to bring out Iruka's better features.
Sarutobi frowned. "Yes, the Kyuubi is part of him, but there's much the villagers don't know about Naruto, and much they do but have misunderstood. Let me tell you all you need to know about Naruto-san. Everything I say will not be repeated to other villagers outside this room – only between the two of you. Perhaps when Naruto is old enough to know the truth, I'll tell him – if I'm still around for such."
"Hokage-sama, don't say such things." Iruka whispered, Kakashi nodded solemnly behind – though both knew the man was reaching up in years.
"I can say all I want about myself. First off, let me explain one thing. Naruto isn't the Kyuubi, more of a vessel then the Kyuubi. He was suppose to be seen as a hero, Yondaime wanted that for the boy that was chosen to save our village. I'd think he cries in his death due to how the villagers treat his son."
"His son?" Kakashi and Iruka yelled in shock.
"Yes. Son." Sarutobi nodded. "A good man, people say Yondaime was. Could do no wrong, did everything that was best for the village. Of course, what type of human would he be if he didn't sin once in awhile? He didn't drink a lot, only on occasions such as festivities and other festivals. He never stole, I knew him most of his life, he wasn't that type of boy. I, too, believed the lies the villagers' spread that he was like kami-sama. As though he were unable to lie and sin.
"Of course, it shocked me when he came to me one day. He was hokage at the time, he should have summoned for me, not came for me, but he was in great remorse. He cried onto my shoulder, 'Sarutobi, what have I done. I should have known better!' I didn't know what he was talking about. So confused about what would make him cry like he was. I patted him on the head, trying to comfort him the best I could and asked calmly, what he had done. I wasn't prepared for the words he told me after that.
"'I've committed adultery Sarutobi. It was only one time, it's been so long since I was with a woman, I hadn't cared if she was married already or not, I took her and the next day it was as if nothing had ever happened. We saw each other, once or twice during the day, but that one night had changed nothing between us. Then, four hours ago, she approached me and said she was pregnant – and that it's not her husband's. I don't know what to do, help me Sarutobi!'" The old man took a deep breath, his face seemed impassive as he remembered that conversation as if it were just the day before. "I was so shocked, I stood there, just watching him as he began to cry again, I'd never seen those blue eyes of his so broken as he begged for an answer. I couldn't give it to him. These cases happen all the time, but it seems more frowned upon when a role model too many does such a wrong.
"After telling him to relax, help the woman out as far as he could, support her though out the pregnancy, and let her decide what to do, he left having come up with a plan somewhere along the way. It would be six months later when the Kyuubi attacked Konoha. Yondaime was also fighting the demon when he received word that a young woman had just gone into labor – the same woman who he secretly impregnated. Leave the battlefield to be with the woman who needed help, or fight for the village that needed you. Tough call, so he told the Chuunin to tell me to deal with the woman.
"She was beautiful." Sarutobi whispered, becoming off track to the story. "She had wide blue eyes as he did, and the lightest red hair I'd ever seen, almost a pink but tinted just enough to prove it was red. She was scared, kept asking for both her husband and the hokage. It was then that Yondaime ran in the room and said he knew how to destroy the demon, but he needed the child. It was that day the Kyuubi was defeated and Yondaime lost his life.
"When the husband returned home, upon hearing that his wife had had the baby, he seemed happy. I stopped him before he entered the room where the baby's crying could be heard, and explained the child had been used the seal the Kyuubi. I told him constantly that the baby was not the nine-tailed fox, but his child. I couldn't tell him that it wasn't his real baby. He pushed me aside, wanting to see his wife, to see the vessel.
"And when he walked into that room, he froze. His face etched from confusion to anger so quickly as he saw that the baby had no sign of being his own – a blonde haired baby with wide blue eyes that cooed for attention and a swirl around his stomach, sealing the Kyuubi. It wasn't his child. He stared down at his wife and slapped her before leaving. Though she had just given birth, she stood up and wobbled after him, begging for forgiveness." Sarutobi rubbed his eyes. "He did forgive her, for her adulterous acts upon knowing it was just one time. He demanded to be rid of the bastard, the fox. He was going to kill the child himself. He didn't though, instead he and his wife completely forgot about the child, leaving it in the same place where it had been that dangerous night. Crying and begging for some type of affection. I had returned the next day to see how the family had held up to find this.
"Immediately, I demanded the child be taken into an adoption home to be cared for better. His parents, as of yet, have made no initiative to claim their own son. News spread fast about who this boy was, and no one wanted to adopt him or put up with him in foster care. He just sat there at the orphanage, watching children be adopted around him."
"While he was abused by the caretakers because of Kyuubi." Kakashi glanced up. Iruka clutched further onto his hand, taking this story in.
Sarutobi nodded, refilling his pipe with tobacco. "Yes. That's why I want him out of there. No one else is going to try but you two. So I thought I'd tell you personally that I've approved the adoption – at least the first step. You two will still have to go through the observatory stage. You can pick up Naruto-san, next month. Good luck." He smiled.
Iruka's eyes were wide as he stared down the hokage. All this time, since reading the report that said they were denied adoption rights, the Chuunin believed that he truly was denied the chance of having a child. The hokage had led them along. Kakashi seemed surprise as well, his lazy eye wider than usual. "Wait…" Iruka started, trying to sort this out.
"I told you Naruto's history, to see how you'd react and change your minds on him. Obviously he's going to be a tough case with the Kyuubi inside him. He's going to have to accept himself. Also, with who his father was, I know he has a strong bloodline that shouldn't be taken too lightly. I know you two can take care of him, but don't make me eat my words by showing me I was wrong.. Be the best parents you can be until I see you again for the final trail later on." With a wave, the hokage excused them.
Grasping Iruka's shoulder, Kakashi led the dazed man out of the room, sending a cheerful smile at the hokage, who returned it. Once the door was shut, Kakashi felt the tension in Iruka's shoulders relax drastically. "We did it…"
"Yep."
"Naruto's ours?"
"For the most part."
Iruka turned around, facing his lover. His smile lit up the room before he let out a startling yell. "We did it Kakashi!" He jumped the Jounin, crashing their lips together. With a smile, Kakashi brought his lover closer. Their lips were torn apart as Iruka hid his face into the copy ninja's shoulder, wetting the skin with fresh tears that he couldn't control no matter how hard he tried.
"It's okay, Iruka." Kakashi whispered, patting the younger man on his back. "Let's go home, celebrate some." Iruka nodded quickly, allowing himself to be dragged off by the extremely happy pervert.