Nobody's P.O.V

A lone ANBU sat atop an old, crumbling apartment, black wool cloak swaying gently in the breeze, a kunai held aloft in his left hand as he hid in the shadows.

Silent breathing.

Tense.

Glance.

Relax.

Repeat.

This was his routine, his mission from the hokage.

Simple, easy and far overpaid for what was really required.

[FLASHBACK]

A clear, rough voice called out from the darkness of a moonlit office.

"Wolf."

A pause.

Silence.

Then-"Hokage-sama. You called?"

The reply of a toneless voice echoed through the room, as a shadow, darker than the rest, kneeled before the wooden desk of the Hokage.

In the chair behind such a desk, sat what seemed to be an older man, wearing a white and redcloak, the kanji for "Fire" written clearly on the front of the large white hat he wore. A pipe steamed an endless amount of smoke from the tip, dangling limply from a wrinkled mouth, as a shadow hid the top half of his face.

"The legendary Professor" , or better known now as his title:

Hokage-sama.

"I have an extremely important mission for you. Classified S-rank and can determine the health of the village should you fail or complete." He said. "It is also imperative that you are not found by any ROOT member or otherwise that you deem a risk to the mission. Will you accept?"

The raspy voice was calm, confident. Expectant.

The ANBU member, known as wolf, remained motionless. Left in the same kneeling position, as the air grew tense. But a dip of his head showed the Hokage all he needed to know.

In a soft, somewhat lazy drawl, the figure said;

"Yes, Hokage-sama."

A ray of moonlight hit his face mask, revealing a simply designed white wolf mask, adorned with two red streaks running down the side of its muzzle and slanted, red-ringed holes for the eyes. A black cloak covered his body, while a hood was drawn over his head. The glint of concealed weapons hiding inside.

A ninja. A killer.

The 'Professor' gave a small huff, if the slight increase in smoke was anything to go by.

"So be it." He said. "The mission is long-term, and will require you to stop taking any extra missions in order to determine that the subject is safe. But because of this, you will be paid a weekly sum of what is akin to an A-rank, before receiving full payment at the end." A hand came up from the cloak of white and took the pipe from his mouth, holding it in the air as the Hokage stared straight through the mask of the ANBU and into his eyes. In a hard voice he said:

"Your mission, is to protect Uzumaki Naruto at all costs."

So, here he sat.

On top of the brats ceiling, watching as the sun began to slowly set behind the far trees of Konoha's extensive forestry.

Apparently, just before Wolf had been given the mission, Uzumaki had been quite nearly killed by his peers and their parents. Even some outsiders whom weren't even supposed to be there in the first place had come out of their holes just to see and laugh at the expense of the kid.

That was 6 months ago.

'But then again,' he thought, 'He IS the Kyuubi container. All jinchuuriki are treated almost the same way. Poor Bastards.'

Relaxing after a little bit, the ANBU reached up with a gloved hand, removing the mask and dropping it down by his side. His hand, running through the soft waves of grey hair as he put the kunai back in its pouch.

He sighed, complacent but also a little pissed off with his job placement.

But you don't just say no to a mission when the Hokage asks you personally.

Licking at the dryness of his lips, the uncovered ANBU stuffed a hand in one of his many pockets, feeling around until the sensation of a cool, round object hit his fingers. He withdrew, and took a large bite out of the juicy red apple, liquid dripping down his chin.

Every hour or so, the ANBU would check his charge first before looking over the area slowly, scanning for any potential threats, before retreating into a different corner of the apartment, or any area with a shadow really.

It could almost be a C-rank or even a D-rank to be honest, it could even be compared to babysitting an orphan.

But the pay was good. So he wasn't going to complain.

Looking back at the sunset again, he judged the timespace since he last checked on the brat. It was about 5pm when he last checked, but now it would've been at least 40 minutes since that time. But, then again, it couldn't hurt to check a little later, could it? After all, if anyone other than him or naruto came within 5cm of the door step, he would sense their chakra and be there instantly.

'So maybe, a little relaxation and rest would be okay'

Lying back against the roof top, the ANBU dipped his hand into one of the hidden pockets in his cloak and pulled out a little orange book titled;

"Icha Icha Paradise".

After all, what would the copy-ninja do without Jiraiya-sama's books to keep him sane?

{TIME SKIP- 1 HOUR LATER}

[ALERT! Omake ahead! Skip if you want, I just like Kakairu. To any readers who like Kakairu, this is for you. 3]

The Perverted ANBU fell asleep.

The perverted book draped across one such ANBU's face.

With a perverted hermit watching from a building away, tucked in the shadows of the neighboring house.

'Giggle. Chuckle.' scribbling could be heard coming from behind a chimney top.

'Giggle giggle... sigh."

"A lean, muscular young man lay stretched across a rooftop, a light tan staining his skin, as soft strands of grey hair blew gently in the breeze. He wore nothing on the top half of his body, exposing a hard-worked body, with 6-pack abs and strong muscles along his back . A beautiful sculpture adorning the natural surroundings"

….

"Hehehehehe"

"Jiraiya-sama?"

"SHIT!" The great toad sage jumped away from his hiding place, slamming his little notebook closed and turning around to see Iruka standing with both hands on his hips and a decidedly questioning look on his face.

"Jiraiya-sama, why are you spying on Kakashi-san? And don't try to hide that note book from me, I can see it from that window behind you" He said.

Sure enough, when Jiraiya turned his head to look, a small, dirty window from nextdoor gave away his prize.

Sweating bullets, he looked back only to see an angry dolphin glaring back at him.

With the brunt of the evening sun burning his skin, it only made the guilty person worse.

"Uh-um-oh! I-Iruka-san! Haha! So nice to see you this fine evening!" He sputtered. "And Spying"You accuse me of spying on Kakashi? How could you!" He grinned nervously, "I would never-"

"YES! YOU WOULD YOU LIAR! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU LITTLE-"

"Okay! Okay so maybe I was!" Jiraiya Interrupted, a closed eye grin stretched across his face, as one hand was rubbing sheepishly behind his head. "BUT! It was all for a good cause Iruka-san!" Iruka's fists shook uncontrollably at his sides, as something that sounded almost like a growl left his mouth. "Why. Are. You. Spying. You pervert."

"Well, you see," Jiraiya's eyes snapped open, as one of his hands began to form the ram sign. Iruka looked at him suspiciously.

"What are you-" "I'm spying on him for research. And you're helping."

Jiraiya quickly jumped for Iruka, grabbed his arm, and body flickered Iruka on top of Kakashi.

Jiraiya's P.O.V

"My genius plan will make this one of my best books in the Icha Icha series yet. Hehehehe"

I crouched back behind the chimney top, one of the prime spots for observing the fun.

"Let the story begin dear dolphin. X3"

Iruka's P.O.V

"That IDIOT, when I get my hands on him…"

The pervert had dropped me directly on top of Kakashi, which meant I was sitting directly on his torso. My hands were balled in tight fists on either side of his throat, as strands of my black hair dipped to touch his face.

It seemed, in my anger I had failed to notice that sleeping Kakashi had become awake and amused Kakashi.

"Iruka-san? What are you doing here? On me, I mean"

I froze.

And then glanced up to his face.

Probably the biggest mistake ever today.

In the light of the evening sun, Kakashi's skin gave off a soft glow, with the soft waves of spiky gray hair, swept slightly by the wind. His one open black eye, squinted against the light, the scar marring the other, closed eye hardly affecting his near perfect features.

But it was the bottom of his face that truly got me.

Because Kakashi worked in ANBU now, he had a designated mask to hide his face anyway, so when he took it off, he probably forgot that there was nothing underneath.

And that's when I realised.

He had a very good reason to hide his face.

His mouth was curved into a slight grin, a strong jaw line supporting pure white teeth. The smallest tint of pink dusted pale cheeks, while a light sprinkle of freckles wiped across the tip of his nose.

He was beautiful.

I died inside.

"...ka….iruka….IRUKA-SAN!"

Snapping out of the daze, I glared back at Kakashi's smug face, feeling a hard blush spreading across my cheeks.

Damn.

"Y-yeah what?"

Looking away, I suddenly felt hands creeping up my sides, coming to rest on the small of my back. I gasped, as kakashi sat up, a hand going behind my head while my body slid down to sit on his lap.

I was blushing so hard I must've been red by now, but Kakashi, the bastard only laughed a little and brought my forehead down to meet his. He looked me in the eye and said;

"Why are you still on me, I-ru-ka-san?"

…

"JIRAIYA! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR THIS!"

Authors Note:

To all my readers;

I'm going to try and post new chapters of this story every week or so, and I'm sorry if I kinda left you on an Omake, I know how annoying they can be, and I'm extremely sorry to all of my male or homophobic readers out there, but if you don't like yaoi, or at least a bit of fluff between characters, don't read, skip it.

Anyway, that's all for this week, I'm sorry for not posting for so long guys!

Elactrodite.