Chapter Two: Just Another Saturday, Isn't it?

(Naruto's POV)

THUMP...

What the hell? I groan and stretch out lazily. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and throw the covers off of me. I felt hot and sweaty. Probably from my dream. This is getting old, I should just come out with it. Just come out of the closet. No, I can't. I'm not going through that again.

THUMP, THUMP..THUMP,THUMP,THUMP...AHHHHH...

I jump out of bed and rush to get on some clothes. after getting on boxers and sweats I run out of my room. "Iruka!?" I slam his bedroom door open and I felt my jaw drop.

Iruka was straddling Kakashi, both naked as the day they were born. Kakashi hands were on Iruka's waist and Iruka's were on Kakashi's shoulders. Iruka is obviously riding Kakashi, right here, and right now.

I slap my hand to my forehead and groan. "Can't you guys think of a better way to wake me up? And why does it have to be this early?" I stare at the both of them. Kakashi is grinning like a madman and Iruka is blushing like crazy. It's not the first time I have caught them having sex.

I laugh and walk out of the room, closing the door behind me.

I walk back to my room and head for the shower. I shut the bathroom door and turn the shower on. Stripping completely I stick my hand in to check the water. Once the water is warm I jump in scrub my body clean. I probably would still be bullied if it wasn't for him. Sasuke. He was the first to accept me, to acknowledge me. And I probably wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for Iruka. He was the one that figured out about my abusive foster dad. He's the reason I have this whisker scars on my cheek. He said his dead wife loved cats, and one night he tied me down and cut this whisker scars as a gift to his dead wife. I went to school that day and Iruka noticed the blood and scars. He was the one that called the cops and adopted me.

Though I have been through a lot, I always smile and I love being here. I have a family, though small, it's full of love. I have friends, ass holes, but friends. But it does hurt every now and then. Not ever knowing your parents, never meeting them, never having a mother's unconditional love. Being forced to move around and join other loving families, and sometimes the families weren't nice.

Iruka taught at my middle school and one day during my eighth grade year he noticed the bruises on my face. I was fostered by a widowed husband and he wasn't the best. He would have drunk rages and sometimes he would hit me just for the fun of it. The worst was when he would treat me like his wife, and then cut the whisker marks into my cheeks.

I was bullied from that point on. I was called a hobo because my clothes were always ripped up and dirty, and I was called smelly and gross because my foster dad didn't pay the water bill so we didn't have working water at the moment. But I was mostly made fun of for my scars. I was called a pussy...cat, or something mean like that.

***There was this one day in my freshman year where Iruka was transferred and was the English teacher there. He saw me as skin and bones and decided to buy me lunch that only teachers could get. I stayed after school that day and sat in the bleachers watching the track team practice. I watched the whole practice wishing I could join, I know I'm pretty fast because I have done a lot of running in my life.

I was walking out of the gate of the stadium when practice ended. I closed my eyes and listened to the team yell and laugh and then it went quiet. I yelped when a pair of hands grabbed me and pulled me under the stadium. I wiggle out of the person's grip and throw a wild punch. My fist was caught and I was thrown into another pair of arms.

"Come on kitty, can't you do better than that" The biggest guy asked. Oh, the QB of the football team. What have I done to him. I shut my mouth and decided not to make the situation worse. I will just take the beating and go home and clean myself up. His face scrunched up at my

silence. "What?! Cat got your tongue?" His voice was full of annoyance.

"He probably thinks he's too good for us. I mean he does put his puppy dog eyes and begs for food, poor Iruka-Sensei has no idea he's being played. We should teach him some respect for his teachers." The tallest guy pops his knuckles. I gulp and stare at the floor. the guy holding me holds my arms behind my back and tightens his grip. Well, at least I know I can't move.

I ball my hands into fists as the first punch hits me my in the cheek bone.

There was blood, either his knuckle split open or my cheek did. From the look of satisfaction on his face, it was my cheek. They kept yelling things about begging, playing, and being a fake. That's what caught my attention.

"Fake? A fake! Do you think that I go around and cut whisker marks into my face? Do you think that I purposely cut and tear my clothes? Do you think I enjoy feeling dirty and smelling like trash because I enjoy it? Of course I don't you shitheads! My parents were killed right in front of me! I was abandoned in a cage in a closet for days before anyone found me!

I dealt with foster parents that are sick and cruel people. I was sat on and held against my will as a knife was dug into my skin! The dumbass of a foster parent doesn't even work, he lays on his lazy ass and drinks our money away. That's why we don't have power, water, or food! I have to deal with the fear of going home because if I walk in and he's piss drunk and mad, then he beats on me and treats me like I'm trash. I have to sit there and watch as he cuts my skin and holds cigarettes to my stomach. If you honestly believe that I would do this to myself just for the attention, you are a terrible person.

At least I wake up and start everyday with a smile, at least I make something of myself. There's not many people who would go through this abuse and come out with a fake smile. And if you're wondering why I don't turn him in, I rather deal with him then go back into the system." I turned

to look the guy in the eye. There were brown pools of pity. He took a step forward and raised his fist again. "Just do it already, I'm already used to the pain."

With that said, he punched me once more in the stomach. Then he lifted my shirt. I started to panic. I wiggled violently. "Stop! Don't do that! Stop please. Don't look. Please..." He hitched my shirt up and saw all the old bruises and new ones, and I'm definitely sure he saw the "art" my foster dad carved around my stomach, completed with cigarette burns. He grabbed me from the

guy and pulled my face close to his.

"Disgusting," He sneered. He pulled his fist back again, and I closed my eyes. There was a loud pop noise and a groan. That's when I felt his hand on my shirt let go, and I feel to the floor. I snapped my eyes open and I saw the football player on the ground, lip busted open and blood pouring into his mouth.

There was another slapping noise and I turn to see Sasuke clapping his hands together like he got the job done. I tilt my head and see the other guys running away.

I try to stand but a sharp pain in my stomach stops me and I fall back down with a painful moan. The jock gets up to face Sasuke, but Sasuke catches his punch and elbows him in the stomach, slams his heel into his foot, then kicks him the balls, and as the guy falls, Sasuke punches him one more time in the corner of his eye.

I wince and then giggle. Have fun covering your black eye in the morning.

My smile vanished as I doubled over in pain. He hit an old bruise, and it was one that happened to hurt a lot. Sasuke turned around and I saw the jock running away out of the corner of my eye. I start to laugh but the action hurt, so I stick with a huge goofy grin instead.

Sasuke crouched by me and turned me over onto my back. My eyes closed by themselves and I let Sasuke take care of me. But when I felt him starting to pull my shirt up, my eyes reopened and I put my hands over his to stop their movement. I silently begged him with my eyes not to pull my shirt up. Like the guy said, it's a disgusting sight. The knife wasn't a clean cut one, it was old and jagged.

"Naruto, let me take your shirt off. I'm here to help you, not hurt you." I looked into his dark eyes. There was no pity, just pure concern and anger. But the anger wasn't at me, but at the ones that did this to me. I let go of his hands, not looking away I see his eyes soften and turn back to my shirt. He rolls the hem up to my chest and I sit up slightly so he can pull it off.

As my face was directed to his chest, I began to notice that he was shirtless and wet. But it wasn't because he was sweaty from practice, but because he had taken a shower and he smelled like the school cheap soap. I also noticed his pale skin was flawless and slender. He sported a nice pack and V-line. The hair under his belly button leading down was as dark as his hair. So the curtains match the carpet, I smiled to myself.

As he laid me back down, my eyes took in his long neck, his strong and small shoulders, his smooth chest, flat and toned stomach, and my eyes followed the trail of hair down into his pair of red track pants. I felt the urge to touch him, and heat began to set low in my stomach. My pants may or may not have been getting tighter at the sight. Water from his hair dripped onto my now bare chest, and it sent blood in the opposite direction of my brain.

I look up at his face and see that he is smirking and has an eyebrow raised as if asking if I liked the view. I blink a few times, and turn my face away from his. I knew I was blushing but dammit, I couldn't help it. "Thank you." I eventually told him.

He 'hn-ed' and from that moment my crush for him started, and with every evil glare he threw at people who began to pick on me, my crush grew and grew. ***

The water grew cold and I turned the water off. Now, I was adopted, I am toned and in shape, I have plenty of friends, and I'm happy. Though, I probably would be happier if I had Sasuke to call mine and to kiss. I shake my head as the thought of kissing Sasuke filled my head.

I dried myself and dressed in a pair of jeans and a orange shirt that Iruka got me. The bright orange got darker as water from my blonde hair dripped onto it. I rubbed a white towel into my head as I heard Kakashi and Iruka laughing and talking in their room. I smile as I began pouring myself a bowl of Frosted Flakes. I search for a spoon after I put the milk away. I hear Iruka's door open, and the chatter got louder.

"Fine! We'll go after you get home from work. But-" Kakashi mumbled something to Iruka. "Hush now, like I was saying, we'll go out, but Naruto is going too. We haven't all gone out together in a while. So you choose. We go out with Naruto and have a family dinner somewhere, or we can stay home and have a movie night, and I can cook something. Think about it at work, you don't have to choose now."

The lovely couple walked into the kitchen and Iruka ruffled my wet hair. "'Morning kiddo, Frosted Flakes huh? Mind making me a bowl too?" He hugged my shoulders.

"Sure, but don't blame me if you taste something funny." I smile.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Iruka fake pouted and Kakashi poked his cheek. He was dressed nicely for Kakashi. Dark jeans tucked into clean combat boots, a navy blue silk button up shirt tucked into the jeans. His usual mask was on and his eye patch in place. His hair was brushed and out of his face and he smelled like cologne.

"Hey hey hey hey! Kakashi!" I finished making Iruka's bowl and set it on the counter next to mine. I walk back over and sit on the stool. I turn and face Kakashi who looking at me with surprise evident in his right eye.

"Yessss?" He sounded uncertain.

"You actually look good for once. I was starting to wonder what Iruka sees in you," I rub my chin and fake ponder.

"Naruto!" Iruka playfully punched my shoulder and I shrug my shoulders, shoveling in few more bites of my cereal.

"You know Naruto, I'm going to take that as a compliment. I was beginning to wonder when your gayness would begin to notice this sexiness." And his hand traces his own body. Iruka chokes on his cereal, and I snort causing milk to shoot out of my nose. I use the towel around my neck

to clean my face.

I wait till I stop laughing, "Kakashi, I already know you're sexy, but you belong to Iruka so I'm doomed to admire you from afar." I love how Kakashi and I play around, it's what makes my morning the best.

"Why thank you slave. I must say, your abs are starting to look good. I wonder how much longer Sasuke can last? And don't you mean Iruka belongs to me?" Kakashi wrapped his arms around Iruka's waist and nuzzled his nose into his neck. Then he tilts his head to look at me. I hear Iruka grumble out 'I don't belong to anyone' and smile like a goofball.

Smirking, I lift my shirt up, and pat my stomach. "You think so? I knew that all those workouts were doing me good." I see Kakashi frown as he looks over my old scars. I quickly fix my shirt and turn back to my cereal.

I finished my bowl and cleaned it out in the sink. I hear Kakashi whisper something like a sorry and kissed Iruka goodbye. He walked around and ran his hand through my wet hair. I hug him real quick to show that he's forgiven. He walks to the front door, grabs his keys off the hook and leaves with a two finger salute.

{::}

"Jesus Naruto! What kind of demon are you?!" I stopped my pumping and flushed the toilet. I washed my hands and dried them. I walked out of the bathroom with a mischievous grin.

Iruka was sitting reading with the news on, he looked pissed and flushed at the same time.

"What ever are you talking about dad?" I leaned against the wall leading to the hallway. Iruka snapped his book shut and gave me a hard glare. I stood at attention and flinched.

"Jesus, not even Kakashi is that bad-" Iruka stopped and seemed to be thinking. "Well, no maybe Kakashi is worse, but still, how do you have that much energy to last that long and have that many go's?"

Oh, that's what he's talking about. "Ok, I will tell you my secret. Now pay attention," Iruka sat down groaning and shaking his head. He looked up and I knew I had his listening ears.

With a straight face, I continued, "I'm a demon vessel that holds the demon Kurama and he gives me unbelievable energy and strength. He currently lives in my stomach and talks to me.

And since he takes the shape of a fox, he's horny and looking for a mate. I can't help but hold him off until I can actually take Sasuke. So I just do my stuff until the real fun can start."

It was quiet for a few minutes, with Iruka and I having a staring contest. We hear the front door open but neither of us look away. I cross my arms over my chest but never break eye contact.

"Honey dolphin, I'm home! And I've made up my mind. We shall go out to this great Mexican place that I found." Kakashi popped his head into the living room. "What? No, Welcome home

honey, now fuck me'-" Kakashi looked between Iruka and me.

"What did I just walk into?" Kakashi walked next to me and waved his hand in front of my face. When I didn't blink and did the same to Iruka.

A few more seconds. 3..2...1...

"NARUTO I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL LOCK YOU IN YOUR ROOM AND TAKE AWAY ALL OF YOUR CHARGERS AND GAMES. YOU WILL NOT BE ALLOWED TO MOVE UNLESS I SAY SO!" Iruka blew up like a puffer fish. Kakashi and I doubled over with laughter. Of course we never took Iruka serious unless he was in the kitchen holding a knife.

"Jeez Naruto, what did you do now?" Kakashi went over to Iruka and patted down the few strands of hair that fell out of his ponytail.

They kissed and I wiped some tears away.

"He wanted to know why I was taking forever in the bathroom and why I can go for so long, so I told him that I'm possessed by a fox in heat, and I can't help but jack off until Sasuke is doing it himself. And well, then he freaked out. I heard something about Mexican."

{::}

We were seated outside of the restaurant Chuy's. The chips and sauce good. "How was work

Kakashi?" Iruka asked while eating a chip.

"Well, there was a fight between two customers and I actually had to stop what I was doing to stop it. And there was an accident where they got stuck and we had to rush them to the hospital.

And then some of my equipment broke and the company is going have to buy some more. Maybe I can throw in some ides of what they should get." Kakashi's face started out bored and ended with an evil glare.

"Kakashi, what do you do?" I asked

"Work," Came the simple reply.

"Could you be more specific?" I bite of the end of a chip and looked at him.

"I work with cameras." Kakashi said. Iruka was actually smiling.

"What do you do with the cameras?"

"Take videos with them."

"Video's? Of what?" The waiter set our food down and walked away. I sipped on my drink and looked between Iruka and Kakashi. They had that look where they know something that you don't.

"People of course." Kakashi lifted his mask and took a bit of whatever it is he got.

"So what's this equipment you were talking about?" I cut my burrito up and dunk it in the sauce.

"I can give you one when we get home if you want." Kakashi had a evil glint in his eyes.

"You will not! You shouldn't have even told him this much. Thank god he's so dense." Iruka sipped on his sweet tea and glared at Kakashi and then soften his look on me.

"Kakashi is a professional photographer and takes videos of couples and gets paid for it. He equipment is what he works with and what he gives his customers to make the pictures and videos memorable. Now eat up." Iruka pointed his fork at me and then at my plate. I frowned and then looked at Kakashi and pouted.

"Come on dolphin, he's 18, let him know. Let him know the work I do that's paying for his meal right now. I really want to tell him." Kakashi smiled and inhaled his meal and adjusted his meal.

"No, he really doesn't need to know."

"Come on mom, I wanna know, you know?" I finish my meal while it's still hot and finish the chips.

Kakashi laughs as Iruka's face reddens and slowly puts his fork down. The waiter refills his tea and leaves once again. "Mom, why am I the mom, Kakashi can be pretty girly at times too!" Iruka pouted and pointed a finger at Kakashi. Kakashi choked and coughed and stared back at Iruka with an aghast look. I bite down my laughter and cleared my throat.

"Trust me, Kakashi is the father in this family. Now, I wanna know what Kakashi does." Kakashi winked at me and leaned over the table. He motions for me to do the same.

Whispering so no one hears, "You know about the porn I watch and read?" I nod. "Well, I'm the person that films it. Now I have several different sized dildo's at my office if just jerking off gets

boring. Shoot me a text and I will set you up my son." And with that Kakashi leans back and steals a bit of food off of Iruka's plate.

Iruka was blushing madly now and pushed his plate to Kakashi, who in return, gave Iruka a sloppy kiss on the cheek. I start off with a little giggle. Then that turns into a quiet laugh. That turns into a loud laughter. Then soon I'm on the ground shaking with laughter. I close my eyes and wipe tears from my eyes. My chest and stomach were beginning to hurt but I couldn't stop laughing. Soon, Kakashi and Iruka were laughing too and I couldn't breathe.

I breathed in slowly and held my breath. Then exhaling, I stood up and wiped away any

remaining tears. my vision was blurred but I smiled my famous goofy grin.

"That's what you do, jeez, why didn't you just tell me. I guess that's why you have all that free time to volunteer at the school, and why you are smart. You should take me to work with you."

He gave me a thumb's up but Iruka gave me a thumb's down.

"He will do no such thing. Now let's go, my show should be on by the time we get home." Iruka waved for our check and Kakashi paid.

I walked in between Kakashi and Iruka on our way to the car and I couldn't remember a time that I have been happier.

The night was quiet and we all watched Iruka's show. Of course Kakashi tried to get into Iruka's pants but failed every attempt. Kiba, Shino, and I had a group chat which happened to be about me getting frisky with Sasuke. God, I have idiotic friends. But I'm still happy, and that's what counts