Revival

A/N: Sighhhh….I dunno how long I want to continue this but I don't know if I've reached the end or not. Ah well….please read and review as always!!

Chapter 9: The Birds and the Bees

Mikoto's new blue dress was a little dirty after playing with Kouji and her bow had come undone. Her black hair flowed over her shoulders and down her hips. Because of its length, it had been criticized by many older ninjas. She was used to hearing, "If you don't cut it, it may be the death of you." But she didn't care. Her hair was her best feature, she thought. It was almost dark and she knew she had to be back at Iruka's if she didn't want to get in trouble. She gritted her teeth, still remembering how Kouji had playfully pulled at her hair. Well, she'd get him.

She trudged up the stairs to Iruka and Kakashi's apartment and opened the door a crack and then immediately closed it. Though she could still hear one of them scream. Sighing, she sat against the door and waited for Iruka and Kakashi to be finished and from the way it sounded, it wouldn't be too much longer.

Even though Mikoto had the appearance of being an easily-corruptible, innocent little girl, she was quite familiar with "the birds and the bees"—she had Kakashi to thank for that.

//Flashback//

Thud.

"Shhh….Kakashi!" Iruka hissed in the dark. "We'll wake her up." Kakashi grunted and merely flipped Iruka on his back before picking up where he left off. "…kashi!" Iruka moaned quietly. The silver-haired ninja bit down on Iruka's nipple and the younger man gasped, "Don't you think that maybe….ahhh….!"

"You're talking too much." Kakashi said simply and wrapped his hand around Iruka's erection and kissed him hungrily on the lips.

Meanwhile, Mikoto rolled restlessly in the guest bedroom that was usually reserved for her. It had even been decorated for her. The walls were a light yellow and there were stuffed animals and fuzzy pillow and a desk for coloring and play-dough. She whimpered. But it wasn't the same as her own room or her own house. Being four-years-old, she still was able to creep into her parents' bedroom and crawl in bed with them. She would worm her way between them and sometimes Naruto would give her a quick kiss on the forehead and murmur, "Bad dream?"

A tear fell out of her right eye. "I wanna go home." She sobbed. She had been at her godfathers' home for a month now and she missed her dads. Where were they? And then another thought slipped into her head. Maybe she could crawl in bed with Kakashi and Iruka…it was basically the same thing, right?

With that thought, she crawled out of bed and tiptoed to their bedroom down the hall. She heard some noises and figured they must be awake or perhaps it was the TV….

But—wasn't the TV in the living-room?

It didn't matter. She opened the door.

And that's when all hell broke loose, at least for Iruka.

Poor Iruka didn't know whether to scream or to hide himself with a pillow; so he did both. Kakashi (after covering his face) pulled himself away from the place between Iruka's legs and saw Mikoto standing there in the doorway. "Oh, fuck." He said under his breath.

Iruka started babbling, although it was muffled due to the pillow. "Sasuke's going to kill us. We just signed our own death warrant. Sasuke's going to cut us up into little pieces and Naruto will never speak to us again. Perhaps, it's not too late! Maybe we could tell her she's dreaming or…."

"Iruka." Kakashi spoke slowly, trying to calm the Chuunin down. First, Kakashi reached over and grabbed his boxers and mask and slipped them on and then headed over to the closet and pulled out a dark green robe and a navy blue one. He draped the blue one over Iruka's shoulders and put the other one on himself. "Iruka, babe, I want you to go into the kitchen and make yourself and nice cup of hot tea. Drink it and then take a hot bath. When you're done, come back here. I will take care of this."

"You better not read her Icha Icha." Iruka said in a warning tone and wrapped the robe around himself.

"Not even as a bedtime story?" Kakashi joked and gently pushed Iruka out of the room.

He picked up Mikoto and looked around for a place to put her. Not the bed….or the chair….or the dresser. "Why don't we just sit on the floor?" Mikoto started to sit when Kakashi yelped, "Oh not there! What about over here?"

For a few moments, they sat in silence. Mikoto squirmed and looked at her feet. "What's going on?" She asked, not looking up.

Kakashi sighed and realized that giving a child "the talk" was the chief reason he never reproduced. "Well…I love Iruka and Iruka loves me. So sometimes he lets me kiss his…..ahem…special place."

This seemed to make sense to the little girl and she finally looked up. "So why was Iruka so mad?"

"He wasn't mad, honey. He was just surprised. Because, when we are loving each other, other people don't watch." Kakashi smiled. He was actually pretty good at this.

"So it's like a secret?" She asked.

"Yes and no." Kakashi said.

She thought this over for a few minutes. "Do my daddies do that too?"

"Yes." Kakashi said slowly.

"Is that why they ask me to play outside sometimes?" She blinked.

Kakashi nodded. She was taking this better than he thought. "So why were you up? Bad dream?"

She finally remembered why she had come into their room and she started to cry. "I miss my daddies!" She clung to his robe and sobbed. "I wanna go home!"

He patted her back lightly. "Do you want ice-cream?"

She sniffed, "Chocolate?"

"Yes." Kakashi said and carried her to the kitchen.

Iruka was sitting at the table with his head buried in his hands. "How'd it go?"

"Fine. She's fine with it." Kakashi said simply while pulling the ice cream out of

"So we're not going to die?" Iruka glanced up, hopeful.

Kakashi handed Mikoto the ice-cream and chuckled, "No, I'm pretty sure Sasuke will murder us in our sleep." Iruka groaned.

"So, Miko-chan?" Kakashi winked. "Is there anything we can do to make it better?" Mikoto shrugged. "How about we move the TV into your room and have a slumber party?" Kakashi surprised himself; it sounded like something Iruka would say.

"Okay!" She grinned happily or maybe it was just the sugar.

"Well finish your ice-cream and crawl into bed. Iruka and I are going to take a quick shower. We can watch all your favorites." Mikoto didn't have to be told twice. And, as for the incident in the bedroom, it was all but forgotten.

Kakashi pulled Iruka into the bathroom and started running the water. "Now….where were we?" He started to kiss Iruka's neck as he untied the robe.

"Kakashi!" Iruka protested, pushing his lover away. "We can't. She'll know and I don't want to scar her for life."

"We won't." Kakashi lips descended on Iruka's and kissed him deeply, silencing any other protest.

//End Flashback//

The door opened. "Well…hello….Miko. Why are you out here?" Iruka stammered. He was always awkward around her (or anyone) after sex.

"It's okay. I know what you were doing." She said and plopped down on the couch. She didn't even turn around to see Iruka turn bright red all the way down to his toes.

"Nice dress." Kakashi said and pulled the carton of milk out of the fridge before drinking out of it.

It was Mikoto's turn to blush. "I hate it."

"Why?" Iruka said. "It's really pretty."

"I miss my old clothes." Mikoto said glumly. "Sakura bought it for me."

"How nice of her." Iruka said.

"How was the mission, Kakashi?"

"Ehhh…" Kakashi grunted. "Are we still training tomorrow morning?"

"Bright and early." Mikoto grumbled.

Iruka wanted to ask if there was anything wrong but knew better. She was probably just tired.

During dinner, she asked, "Are my dads supposed to come home today?"

Iruka looked at Kakashi first before directing his attention to Miko, "No. Their mission is taking a lot longer than expected."

"Feeling homesick again?"

"If you want we could sleep at your house tonight…." Iruka offered.

She shook her head. "It's fine." She took one last bite of her dinner and stood up. "I think I'm going to go to bed." She gave them a soft smiled. "I'm just a little nervous….we're going on our first real mission tomorrow afternoon."