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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Long fingers caressed sweaty skin before squeezing the stiff shoulder blades as he tried to remain quiet at the pinnacle of pleasure. Iruka's lips fell open in a soundless moan as his body moved in friction with his husband's, their mouths met in a passionate kiss that fought for dominance. The bed squeaked as both bodies pressed together quickly as Kakashi worked to bring Iruka to completion before himself and as nirvana struck, the bed stopped moving and the two seemed frozen in completion.
Spent, the jounin collapsed on the academy teacher, Iruka's arms wrapping around the copy-ninja in a loving hug as they evened their breathing. Kakashi was about to pull out, but the younger lover stopped him. "Stay…" He quietly said, letting his fingers brush against Kakashi's broad shoulders before brushing up silver hair.
It never ceased to amaze Iruka that during their sexual intercourse, Kakashi's hair would remain spiked up, no matter how wet with sweat. Iruka hated that his hair would become knotted up and cover his shoulders, making him wonder if he should cut his hair. Every time he made the suggestion, Kakashi would tell him not to. Smiling, Iruka kissed Kakashi's forehead, falling from his sexual high. "Thank you…" He slurred tiredly.
Pulling out of his husband with a grunt, Kakashi wrapped his arms fully around Iruka. The spring night chilled the room as Kakashi pulled the blankets over Iruka, mentally reminding himself to do laundry the next day. Before he could sleep though, he planned to enter Naruto's room and make sure both their son and houseguest were asleep.
Right. Houseguest, Kakashi smirked, smelling Iruka's hair. Naruto had begged to have Sasuke stay over that night, and though the two boys had gone to bed earlier, Kakashi remembered once upon-a-time he was a nine year old, sneaking up past his bedtime with a friend. As Iruka's breathing slowed down and evened, Kakashi pulled away and out of bed.
Tugging his facemask on, he glared at his yakuta. There were two matching robes lying on a chair in the corner of the room, gifts from a fellow academy teacher to embarrass Iruka in a subdue manner. Neither went too low, Iruka's barely to his upper thigh making Kakashi really too modest to go down his own hall and see if both boys were sleeping. Iruka considered himself a well-endowed man, he didn't want the little kids to see too much of what they shouldn't, since his own yakuta didn't even fit him.
Deciding to ditch the yakuta in favor for his jounin uniform trousers, Kakashi left the room with a smug smile on his face. Today had been absolutely perfect. Compared to the rest of the week and the endless visits by the social worker, it seemed endless. The hokage had sent them notice that he'd personally see their case within the week, Wednesday at the latest. Though Naruto appeared to be unconcerned with the tension going around, he wasn't oblivious. He knew a lot about the upcoming trial, about Fujii's attempts to take him away from his loving family. Several times he appeared to want to ask about it, but he always avoided it by changing his mind and asking about something else. A smart child that didn't want to upset anyone around him.
And by the end of two weeks, a lot of Naruto's walls were vanishing. Instead of the quiet child they brought in the house that walked on eggshells around his parental figures, his hellish style was now coming out. Iruka had been angry when the walls of the boy's room were dressed with foxes and other doodles. As discipline, Naruto was sent to clean off all the walls then help repaint over them so the walls didn't look too dull. The little boy refused to draw for three days afterwards, as if punishing himself and Iruka for the behavior. When Fujii had caught wind that this had happened, she visited more often to bother the small family, making assumptions of abuse on Naruto.
Pushing Naruto's bedroom door open, Kakashi stared into the dark bedroom, adjusting his eyes to find to small bundles of chakra lying on the floor. Sasuke was inside a sleeping bag, his arms wrapped around another lump of flesh. Naruto, Kakashi realized. Both boys lay together in each other's arms, Naruto pressed against Sasuke's chest. As if sensing someone else was in the room, Naruto's (or, rather, Kyuubi's) red eyes cracked open, a growl of warning escaping his lips. The dark haired Uchiha mumbled sleepily, upset in his sleep, but Kyuubi's growling turned into a purr to relax the other child.
"Kyuubi-sama," Kakashi spoke up finally, quietly, "what are you doing out? I thought Yondaime-sama sealed you into the child."
"Foolish humans think a lot, but are rarely right." The fox muttered, holding the dark haired boy close. "You humans hurt my vessel, I had no other choice than to come out and defend the kit. From people like you that fought with Yondaime, those that lost their family, blame my kit for my actions. I'll be out as long as he needs my help, until the day he dies." The small boy closed his eyes and fell asleep once more.
Frowning, Kakashi reached down and pulled Naruto out of Sasuke's sleeping bag. The child whined before pulling closer to the warmth of Kakashi's chest, tiny fist grabbing battle-scarred skin to tug closely. A ritual that Kakashi had become accustomed to within the last two weeks was working past Naruto sleeping under the bed so Kakashi or Iruka would enter the bedroom and tuck him into bed twice throughout the night. Once when he went to bed, the second time before they went to bed. It kept him in bed all night, even if he had a friend spending the night.
"Kakashi…" Naruto whispered, cracking open a blue eye.
"Yes, Naruto?" Kakashi turned again to sit on the bed. Reaching to the floor, he pulled up the two plush toys and wrapped them under Naruto's flimsy arms.
"Fujii-san said there was a hearing. Every time someone came back to the orphanage was because of a 'hearing' and I don't wanna go back. I like you and Iruka." The small boy rubbed his eyes tiredly and released a yawn.
Frowning, Kakashi brushed soft blonde hair from Naruto's face. "No one is going to take you away from us. I promise you, Naruto." Kakashi leaned down and kissed Naruto's forehead. "Now go to sleep, we have that hearing tomorrow. I can assure you, everything will go fine." Nodding, Naruto turned over to his other side and shut his eyes.
Kakashi didn't leave the room until Naruto was completely asleep.
Iruka glared. Naruto smiled. Kakashi rubbed the side of his head nervously. "You're not wearing that Naruto. I don't care what Kakashi said, you're not wearing all orange today."
While Kakashi was dropping Sasuke off, Iruka had Naruto take a bath and get dressed. While his hair was wet, Iruka had tried his hardest to put it all in a ponytail, but as it dried it started to spike up and look like a mess. At first he also thought that Naruto was joking about wearing the orange outfit, but the boy had put that on rather then the clothes chosen for him that was laid out on the bed.
"But I want to wear orange! Kakashi says that it's okay!" Naruto exclaimed, holding his fox plush toys to his chest in a hug.
"Let him wear the orange, Iruka. At least he matches." Kakashi sat down on the couch. He and Iruka were dressed in their shinobi uniforms to look as professional as they could possibly be.
Iruka contemplated the thought before throwing his arms up in defeat. "Fine. Come on, we need to get there on time. None of this three hours later." He reached for Naruto's hand to take him outside, Kakashi following him behind. "So what were the instructions Sandaime-sama said to you your last meeting?" Iruka asked as Naruto tugged on his arm in the direction of one of their neighbors (who chose to ignore him and enter their apartment).
"Naruto isn't really needed in the meeting, but can if we want him to be present. They're going to have an argument on why we shouldn't have Naruto and it's our job to defend our decisions during the situation." Kakashi reached over, grabbing Naruto before the boy could break Iruka's hold. "If we don't want him in the room, Sandaime has asked Itachi to care for Naruto during that time. He's one of the few people who doesn't hold a grudge against…it." He cut himself off as Naruto's whiskered face turned to face him before smiling.
"I don't wanna go to a boring meeting. Do I have to?" Naruto whined.
Shaking his head, Iruka took Naruto's other hand so the boy was between them. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
Nodding, Naruto waved his arms begging to be swung. The parents complied, waving the child mid-air as they walked towards the tower. Since Iruka's apartment wasn't considerably far from it (married to his work long before Kakashi came in the picture). In front of the building was Itachi, standing in his ANBU uniform, his eyes narrowed in its usual scowl, though they did lighten when Naruto greeted him loudly. "Good afternoon, Naruto-kun. Hatake-san." He bowed to his predecessor and the academy teacher. "Hokage sent me to take Naruto from your care, show him around, entertain him, and such until the hearing is over. May I show you the way to the conference hall?"
"No thank you, Itachi-san." Kakashi smiled behind his mask. "We know where it is. And Naruto," he bent down to be eye level with the boy, "You be on your best behavior for Itachi, don't make his job harder than it already is." He tried to crack a joke. Itachi didn't see the humor in it; instead he took Naruto's hand and began to leave via stairs, preparing for a tour of the tower.
"He'll be okay, Iruka." Kakashi took Iruka's hand and disappeared in a puff of smoke, his lover in tow.
"These are the Hokages since Konoha's founding. Our recent one, the third, or Sandaime-"
"-But if we have a third now, why is there a picture of the fourth?" Naruto stared up at the pictures, ignoring the fact that he interrupted the other boy. His blue eyes were entranced by the Fourth. The man looked very familiar; he just couldn't put his finger on it. Maybe he'd seen the man in one of his history books? More than likely, Naruto reasoned, nodding his head.
"Hm?" Itachi looked over the smiling Yondaime, then at the boy, his mind making connections, deciding his words. "Well, he died nine years ago, in the great battle with Kyuubi. Still the beginning of his career, and when he died, Sandaime took over again."
Frowning, Naruto reached his hand to touch the painting, staring nervously over the picture. "He looks familiar," he stated, almost reluctantly. "But he's hokage, so he was probably in my books!" With a smile he started down the hall again, his wide eyes taking in the surroundings. Finally, they rested back on Itachi. "What was the fourth's name?"
Realizing he hadn't said it, Itachi rubbed the back of his head absently. "Yondaime. Arashi was his first name, I think his last was Uzumaki, but it's been lost throughout history. It is certain his first name was Arashi though. If you're interested in him much, he is better known through Kakashi-san."
"Really? Kakashi knew Yondaime?"
Smiling, Itachi began to leave towards the door. "Yes. Kakashi was Yondaime's student back when he was a genin. I'm certain you can learn more about him through your dad then through any book you'll find. Now come, we have more floors to look at before we go see your parents again."
"Okay!" Naruto followed after, only looking back once at the haunting eyes of the man he spoke of just before. "Itachi-san? You're Sasuke's big brother, right? I like Sasuke, a lot."
"Yes, I'm his brother."
"That's cool. I saw you when you were picking him up from the park. I was kind of scared of you when you just came out of nowhere, but Kakashi does that too, so it's not too scary anymore. See, Sasuke is always talking about you. Conscience-san says he looks up to you, which can't be too good. I think it's cool, I look up to Iruka. I wanna be strong like Iruka, maybe even Kakashi. But Kakashi's too silly…" Naruto ranted on, jumping from topic to topic. If Itachi was listening, he didn't show it. Instead, they walked up stairs upon stairs until Naruto collapsed tiredly on the nearest seat, whining about his legs. "Why don't you seem tired?" He asked to the shinobi.
Smiling, Itachi shook his head. "I'm not trained to be tired. Don't worry, though, we're at the place where we're suppose to be. Their hearing should be finished soon, don't leave this area. Okay?" Itachi looked darkly into the blue eyes, earning a wide smile.
"I promise!"
"Let me see your fingers." He scolded. Naruto showed him them to prove they weren't crossed. "Okay. I have to go back to work, just stay here and wait." He turned to leave.
Smiling, Naruto pumped his legs in the air, rocking himself on the seat. Inside the room, he could hear chatter, someone yelling before everything calmed down. Turning, he watched as the doors opened and Fujii left the room with a pleased smirk on her face. When she saw him, she sneered and walked away, leaving the boy to sit alone. After her left two other adults, a male who's face was scarred, his head shaved. He seemed to have seen much more battle time than Kakashi had, or didn't have as much luck in getting out unscratched as Kakashi did. The woman took Naruto's breath away.
She had a light shade of pink for hair, but was tinted in areas. Her face was a heart, full of flesh. Pale and beautifully flawless. She wrapped her arms around her husband's arm and when her deep blue eyes fell on the small boy sitting quietly in the corner, she smiled and bent down. "Hello, Naruto." She whispered. Her voice was as beautiful as she was; seeming enchanting a pure smile made everything better as she approached him without her husband.
"Hi…" Naruto whispered.
"My name's Shizuki Yuki." She reached over, running her finger over his cheek. "I'm your mommy. That's…your daddy over there, Toshi." She pointed over to the male that seemed less than amused about being called 'daddy'. "We've come to take you home."
Naruto stared them over, hesitantly. "That's not true. I don't have parents. That's why Iruka and Kakashi adopted me. You don't need to take me home, I'm waiting for them." He started towards the door just as the two shinobi parents were leaving the conference room. "I'm going home now, bye-bye." He ran towards them grasping Iruka's leg. "Iruka! Iruka! Can we get ramen on the way home? I'm really hungry. What's wrong, Iruka? Why are you crying?"
Leaning down, Iruka pulled the child into a hug, causing Naruto to stop talking. "Kakashi and I aren't taking you home, today, Naruto. Your real parents are going to take you home today, and you'll live with them for two more days, then you'll live with Kakashi and me again." He stood up, leaning against Kakashi, trying to stop himself from crying.
"What…" Naruto looked around as Yuki grasped his hand, pulling him into her arms so he could be hoisted in the air. "I don't understand!" He cried.
"Don't worry, Naruto-kun." Yuki kissed his cheek. "I'll take you out for some ramen before we go home. You'll like our house; you have a big room you can fill with anything you want." She patted his back as she stood up to leave. Her husband took her elbow quickly, walking both her and the child out of the room. Iruka fell to his knees as they were fully gone, Naruto's small voice echoing in his mind, probably never planning on leaving him.
"No! I don't wanna go with you guys! I want to go home with my daddies! I want my daddies!"