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Three months later…

Iruka watched as Kakashi and Minoru sparred. And it was still strange. Kakashi had henged himself into a younger version of himself to even out the playing field, and make up for the height difference. What made it strange was the feeling of nostalgia the young version of Kakashi brought forth. He could vaguely remember seeing Kakashi when he was younger, not necessarily meeting him, but catching sight of him every once in a while. It was difficult to forget that shock of hair, and as they grew and he would see Kakashi, he would always recognize him, not only because of the hair, or the mask, but the lone eye and the way he passively reacted to everything.

Iruka continued to watch the two spar and he couldn't help the smile that tugged on his lips. It was strange. Minoru seemed to be growing up quicker than he imagined, not only physically, but emotionally. It was hard to believe that just a month ago they celebrated his ninth birthday. He was becoming more mature, while keeping that charm that made him Minoru, a young boy and their son. He watched as Kakashi pinned Minoru down, ending their round. They made their way to Iruka where Minoru promptly dropped on to the soft grass. Iruka chuckled and handed him a cool water bottle to keep him from becoming dehydrated. He looked up at Kakashi as the…boy walked up to him, and noticed that he was grinning, despite the mask. He handed him a cool water bottle but the silver haired boy bypassed it and instead moved to straddle his lap.

Kakashi grinned; he couldn't pass up the opportunity. He wrapped his shorter, sleeved arms around his husband's neck and smiled, "How did we do, Iruka-sensei?"

Iruka blushed; to say that it felt weird having a young boy straddled his lap would be about right. To say that he enjoyed it because it was Kakashi…but he was still a young boy, it made him rather confused. But he played along regardless, "You two did quite well, Kakashi-kun."

Kakashi grinned, "Really, Iruka-sensei? How well?"

"Very."

"Good enough to be rewarded?" Kakashi said innocently.

Iruka felt his blush grow hotter and was very tempted to press the cool bottle of water against his face, "I suppose."

"Can I choose my reward?" Kakashi said shyly pulling down his mask, "Iruka-sensei?"

Iruka stared. He had gotten used to seeing Kakashi's face a very long time ago, even though, he never really got used to just how handsome the older man was behind the mask. But seeing the younger version, that was probably ten or eleven years old, sitting on his lap with his mask pulled down, he couldn't help but think that he looked rather…cute, and it was making his confused feelings stir even more. This was his husband, but only looked younger. The appearance was throwing him off. Before he got a chance to properly respond Kakashi leaned in and sealed his soft lips over his, and pulled away, grinning.

Iruka's blush reached his ears and he glared at Kakashi, "Kai!" There was a puff of smoke and the younger Kakashi was replaced by the older version, the weight growing on his lap, the bare arms still around his neck due to the sleeveless top the older man was wearing.

Kakashi chuckled at the bright blush on the tan cheeks. He leaned in and gave his husband a proper kiss, "Hm? Did I make you feel weird, Ruru?" he teased, "Or did I just look different younger?"

Iruka sighed and decided to tease back, "Actually, Kakashi, I think you look rather adorable as a kid," he hid a grin at the soft blush that grew on the pale cheeks.

Kakashi grinned despite the heat on his cheeks, "Why thank you, Iruka."

Iruka scoffed and looked at Minoru who was beginning to doze off, "Minoru-kun, do want to go for another round?" Kakashi moved off his lap and instead sat next to him, bracing himself on his arms.

Minoru sat up and looked at Iruka, "Sure, one more round."

Iruka nodded, "I'll spar with you this time," he stood and made the quick hand seals for a henge, "Henge." There was a puff of smoke and a younger version of himself appeared, dressed in a white shirt and pants that covered his fishnet shirt that still showed from under the short sleeves. He moved to walk away but strong arms pulled him down and he found himself on Kakashi's lap, the older man's masked face nuzzling his cheek.

"Iruka! You look so adorable!"

Iruka flushed and struggled out of the older man's arms, "Kakashi!" He heard Minoru laughter as he tried to wriggle free.

Kakashi tightened his hold, "Ruru," he said cheerfully, nuzzling the boy's scarred cheek.

Iruka found it somewhat ironic that Kakashi was the one that couldn't restrain himself when it came to their younger selves, "Kakashi, let me go!" There was a puff of smoke and felt the lap he was sitting on become smaller, as well as the arms that were around him. He froze and slowly turned his head and found the younger version of Kakashi leering at him, and before he regained enough composure to escape, trying not to think that his face resembled a bright tomato at this point, he found himself being pinned onto the soft grass, "Kakashi! What are you doing?"

Kakashi grinned and slipped off his mask, "This way, you won't feel weird," he explained simply and sealed his lips over the younger boy's, smiling when he felt the body under him stop its struggling. He pulled away, smiling at the blush that was still on the tan cheeks.

Iruka looked away and caught sight of Minoru who was sitting on the grass, giving them an amused look. He whipped his head back to Kakashi, "Kakashi -," he was cut off when the older boy leaned down and kissed him again.

"We should try this more often," Kakashi purred into the younger boy's ear and yelp when their positions were suddenly reversed.

Iruka felt his blush reach his ears again. He frowned as he stood, "Behave!" He heard Minoru laugh and Kakashi pouted as he sat up, and he fought the urge pounce the older boy, especially after he told him to behave.

There was a puff of smoke and Kakashi took his original form, scratching the back of his neck as he gave a nervous chuckle, "I can't help that you're so cute, Ruru."

Iruka felt his blush that was receding, come back when he noticed that Kakashi didn't say "used to be". He rubbed the scar on his nose and turned to Minoru, "Ready?"

Minoru laughed and stood, "I was ready when Kakashi-dad pounced you."

Kakashi leaned against the tree as he watched Iruka and Minoru spar. Their son was getting stronger in hand on hand combat, and he was considering to have Gai train him more thoroughly in Taijutsu to build up his stamina before moving further into ninjutsu training. He smiled when it seemed that his prediction was becoming real, Minoru was becoming a strong ninja, and he was still in the academy, working to graduate and become a Genin. Even though, there was still that tinge of emotion, that he couldn't quite name, that sank his heart when he thought about their son graduating and being assigned into a Genin team. When their son will start taking D-rank missions to prepare himself to move up in rank. To take the chunin exam, and then possibly the jounin exam. It wasn't that he doubted Minoru's abilities that managed to surprise him nearly every time they trained, or their son's intellect and cleverness that were starting to get the best of him. It was the protectiveness that he was beginning to understand as fatherhood, and that want to protect their son, to keep him from going out into the field of duty.

But he also understood that Minoru wanted to do this, and he wasn't going to stand in his way, and he knew Iruka felt the same way. And when he questioned Minoru, out of curiosity, and asked him the simple question of why he wanted to become a shinobi Minoru almost took him by surprise with his answer. A smile tugged on his lips at the memory.

"Minoru-kun, can I ask you something?"

Minoru looked up from his book, "Sure, Kakashi-dad, what is it?"

Kakashi sat up bracing himself on his arms as Minoru moved to sit with his feet tucked under his thighs, "Why is it that you want to become a shinobi?"

Minoru smiled at him and thought about his answer, "This village has done a lot for me, from taking me in and taking care of me when my…when my parents passed, to letting you and Iru-dad adopt me. I know that some might think that I wouldn't want to become a shinobi because, well…I was told that my father passed on a mission, but isn't that kind of silly?" he gave Kakashi a questioning look, "I mean, to hold a grudge like that? When you can instead use that energy to do something resourceful and productive?" he smiled, "I know it's a…risky life, to say the least, but…," he hesitated, "I want to be able to protect this village too, and not just watch from the sidelines…"

Kakashi looked at his son, a bit thrown off by the answer, "…are you sure you're eight years old?"

Minoru laughed.

Kakashi continued to watch the sparring match between his husband and their son. He found himself staring at Iruka, grinning at how he first reacted at Iruka's appearance without thinking. If it was anybody else, the gesture…or attack, would have seemed completely inappropriate. He tilted his head, I know he looks familiar…something was tugging at his mind, poking at his memory, and he couldn't quiet put his finger on it. He had a feeling that he had seen Iruka before, when they were younger. He frowned when he thought back, trying to figure out when he had seen the tan boy.

And then it hit him.

When he found a young boy crying at the memorial stone. When he went to make a visit before a mission. When he found himself feeling sympathy for the boy he didn't know, knowing that he was most likely there to visit those that he had lost.

Was it Iruka? He continued to look at Iruka's younger version. The white shirt and pants. The customary bushy ponytail. The horizontal scar. He frowned when he realized that the memory of the crying boy didn't include a face, Then I would know. He sighed and watched as Minoru pinned Iruka down, ending the round. He smiled, Sometimes I wonder if you let him win.

Iruka walked back to Kakashi and plopped next to him, and opened his eyes when he felt something cool touch his forehead. He smiled and took the offered bottle of water and held it against his warm face. He opened his eyes when he felt a large hand on his forehead and looked up at the lone blue eye.

"You alright?"

Iruka smiled and nodded. He gave the older man a sheepish smile, "I guess I'm a bit out of practice."

"We'll fix that!" Minoru chimed him and grinned.

Iruka chuckled and sighed as he felt a soft breeze roll in. He felt soft lips on his forehead and he opened his eyes, blushing when he found the older man leaning over him.

"Hm, Ruru, change back so I can kiss you," he whispered, and grinned down at the boy.

Iruka smiled and there was a puff of smoke before his original form appeared and his lips were instantly locked into a tender kiss. He heard Minoru's soft chuckle and felt the older man pull away. He sighed and sat up, bracing himself on his arms, his eyes moving over the training grounds.

Minou laid back down on the grass and looked up at the sky, through the tree's dense branches, "Relaxing…" he mused.

Kakashi smiled and laid back down, pulling Iruka with him. Iruka chuckled and rested his head on the older man's shoulder as he looked up through the branches. Minoru shifted closer to Kakashi's side, smiling when a pale hand ruffled his hair. Kakashi felt Iruka shift and roll on his side, pressing flush against his side and draping his arm across his chest, making him smile as his husband continued to snuggle closer.

A soft breeze rolled over the training grounds, relaxing the family that laid under the shade of a tree, completely content in each other's presence and love.

AN: It's over :( I hope you guys enjoyed it! I'm planning on writing companion pieces (Spicy Dice!) and a possible sequel/arc that involves Minoru growing and the stuff that comes with that coughdatingcough, and how Iruka and Kakashi react to that.

Anyway! Thank you for reading!