In the following weeks Kakashi started to behave a little more like his usual self, almost putting the entire incident with Naru from his mind. Almost being the operative word. He didn't bother denying that the incident had happened. Nor did he bother denying that he was different now.
The fact that he'd yet to figure out what had happened to his Sharingan, but was still able to copy jutsu's flawlessly made him curious.
Just like the physical changes in him, (the near total disappearance of his scar, the length of his hair, the sudden aching in his gums) made him curious too. He'd documented the strange seal like mark over his Anbu tattoo and locked the documents about the seal away from prying eyes.
He had also started to be more careful about his chakra and how he used it now that he knew that he had a demon residing with in him.
Naru had accepted his constant presence in her home a little begrudgingly at first but then had simply stopped thinking about the reasons why he was there and simply kept her opinions to herself figuring that his presence must have something to do with the Akutsuki or something.
Shortly after he'd started staying with her, the rumor mills had run rampant with stories of Kakashi having an illicit affair with Naru.
Which was just plain ridiculous considering that the copy nin cared about Naru in entirely different ways than a lover. Another rumor was that he'd re joined Anbu and was acting as Naru's protector.
Another rumor- which was supported by an act of idiocy on Kakashi's part- was that one of the clan heads had gotten pissed at the Hatake and burned or blown up his apatment. Which Kakashi himself had done when Naru had finally asked him to leave so that she'd have no choice but to let him stay.
After a while the rumors died down which left the copy nin with all new problems. One of which was the more nosey members of the rookie nine who had also taken up asking questions about why he was staying with Naru. Where as Sakura had paid a visit to Naru's place a while back and observed his behavior and left smirking.
The copy nin had hated that smirk and everthing it represented due to the fact that it meant that Sakura knew something that he didn't. However when he went to track her down and question her, she was never anywhere to be found. The vexing bitch.
And aside from everything else, he'd taken up counting down the days to the one month mark. Dreading the outcome of Naru's rape and the potential disaster it represented since he wasn't sure how he would explain away the changes in her body. Not to mention that he feared it might somehow trigger her memories, causing her more untold anguish and pain than even he fould fathom.
His expectations for today were no different.
He woke up on the couch with one arm thrown over his eyes and carefully shifted himself a little bit, his back and neck feeling painfully stiff from the lack of room to spread out. But he wouldn't sacrifice this for anything.
Not after what he'd done to Naru.
Whatever happened next, whether it was good or bad- would not be Naru's burden alone. He'd carry his share of it, the pain, the suffering, and anything else that went with it because it was the right thing to do.
Because Naru and her stolen honor were his damned responsibility.
And if there was one thing he never shrank back or ran away from, it was his responsibilities.
He lay there for a moment then sat up and rubbed his hands over his face in an effort to wake himself up completely then dropped his hands and tilted his head to the side a little bit to listen for any signs of Naru being awake. So far he didn't hear anything so it was safe to assume that she was still sleeping soundly in her bed.
He stood up and walked into the kitchen intending to make something for breakfast since Naru wasn't awake to chase him out of her kitchen like she'd been doing after she had gotten completely better from her fever. He pulled some eggs from the fridge along with some ham, sausage, some shredded cheddar cheese and the milk and pulled down a bowl and a whisk and started to crack a few eggs into the bowl.
He sprinkled some salt and pepper over the raw eggs then grabbed the milk and poured some over them then whisked them all together. Then once he was sure that he had blended it all together he went to work on cutting up the sausage and cooking it then grabbed another pan to fix the eggs in when he heard the sound of running coming from down the hall.
And quickly put down the bowl of raw eggs and walked out of the kitchen and over to the hall and peeked down the darkened extention of Naru's home just in time to see her slip into the bathroom looking a little green and slam the door closed behind her a second before wretching and gagging sounds reached his ears.
"Well hell." He muttered in a shell shocked sort of tone as he mentally counted down from the day that he'd raped Naru and felt his legs buckle and let himself sink to the floor when he realised that it had been about a month and four days since then.
Oh god- He had known that chances of her becoming pregnant were an even fifty-fifty but honestly he'd hoped that his seed wouldn't take root inside of her. Obviously his hopes had been in vain. He buried his face in his hands and had to bite the inside of his cheek to hold back a distressed whimper and felt the familiar prickling sensation that he only got when he was about to start crying.
This was by far the second most horrifying days of his life.
Christ why can't we just get a break? He thought as he took several deep shuddering breaths and quickly pulled hisself together, opting not to show how devastated he was. For her sake, he needed to remain calm, and cool and-
The bathroom door opened and Naru shuffled out and looked at him with a distressed look on her face and muttered stupidly, sounding a little shocked to the copy nin. "I threw up."
He nodded his head mutely, not trusting himself to speak at this point and held his arms out to her and let her stagger over to him so that he could hold her. A million questions buzzing through his mind. Naru herself must have questions, though she seemed simply too exhausted to voice any of them. Leaving Kakashi the only one to voice his thoughts.
"How long have you been feeling sick?"
"A while-" Naru said tiredly as she leaned into him a bit more, her hands gripping his shirt. She felt like her legs were about to give out on her. She was dizzy, and nauseous. Her head hurt and she just wanted to lay back down and sleep for a month or two straight. "I lost count of the days after about a week."
He tightened his hold on her a little bit as his anxiety spiked. Jesus Christ! A week! Naru had been showing (or in her case, hiding) signs of being pregnant with his baby for a whole frigging week and she had never said anything.
Calm down, Kakashi. She doesn't know why she's feeling sick. To her feeling nauseous might have more to do with some sort of stomach flu than being pregnant. And after the way you snapped and snarled at her the last time she was ill, of course she wouldn't say anything. Kakashi thought as he tangled his fingers through her silken hair and rested one of his cheeks on top of her head when her legs suddenly buckled on her.
He yelped and quickly slipped an arm around her legs, just an inch or so under her bottom and used his other hand to force her head down onto his shoulder and then carried her to the living room and laid her on the couch half expecting her to protest about being carried around or something but one look at her face and he knew that she was too ill to bother.
"I'm going to go get Tsunade-" He said suddenly as he moved away from her to grab his mask, gloves and headband when she muttered something under her breath that to him sounded suspiciously like,
"I'd rather you didn't. She tends to fuss."
"Right. Sakura then." He said as he pulled on his gloves then snatched up his headband and started to tie it into place when she muttered.
"Please don't." She sounded so weak. So fragile in that moment that Kakashi found himself pulling off his headband and his gloves and sitting down on the floor next to her for a second.
"I have to do something Naru. You don't even know what's making you sick." And a confimation of her condition would go a long way to help him plan what to do next. If he couldn't convince her to have someone look at her then he'd have to go get some medical books and read up on some things so that he could better take care of her.
Uncaring that the food cooking on the stove was just seconds away from burning.