The pup was fighting himself to try and remain at an acceptable distance from the female he'd vowed to protect. Which was admireable. But his job would be a great deal harder now that said female was carrying his young.

Because his protective instincts towards his offspring would inevitably kick in. Just like his instincts towards the woman herself. And though he understood his pup's reasons for fighting himself, it just wasn't good for him.

And after observing for a time like he'd been meant too, he'd come to understand that his pup had a small- or perhaps moderate attraction to the female. However being forced to hurt her had caused his pup to bury all thoughts of that attraction deep in his psyche so as not to do anything stupid or potentially harmful to the female.

Which was why he found the fact that his pup couldn't seem to pull his hand away from the female's stomach so fascinating. He knew that his pup wanted to pull away, he felt like he'd broken some sort of unspoken rule or code that should never have been broken. Yet at the same time he was so amazed by the fact that the female was carrying his young that he forgot to be more careful.

The female was awake and though she didn't move or speak he knew that she was observing his pups behavior from under her lashes.

He snickered as his pup leaned in a little bit, forgetting for a moment that the female herself was a ninja and as such she was a fairly light sleeper, and observed as his pup stopped leaning in just shy of pressing his face against the female's stomach and made a soft crooning sound and nearly died laughing on the spot thinking. Well if he didn't have her attention before, he does now.

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It was inexplicable, and yet totally unacceptable- this feeling welling up inside of him as he crooned softly to his and Naru's unborn child. He should be pulling away. Shrugging it off and pretending that the baby was none of his business. Yet his mind kept screaming at him.

It is your business! You helped make the little one!

He kept trying to reason with himself that while this was true, he had no right to feel anything like pride or joy or love towards the child when it had been concieved in such a horrifying way. If anything he should hate the baby shouldn't he?

Even though the child was an innocent and undeserving of his hatred.

He didn't know anymore what he should be feeling. But he knew that he was supposed to feel something. Numbness maybe? Shame? Was that what he was supposed to be feeling right now?

He knew that the feeling was somewhere in him, perhaps he'd buried it in the back of his mind to lay in wait for the perfect time to drive him insane. Yes. That must be it. He'd buried his shame for the time being. But it was still there. Like a snake, coiled in the back of his conscious mind, ready to strike.

Still he couldn't stop himself from continuing his shameful behavior and crooning to the baby. And he might not have stopped at all for a while if Naru's perfect drowsy sounding voice hadn't cut through his mind like a knife, causing him to freeze and fall completely silent as she asked, "Kashi? What are you doing?"

He paled a little bit and gave her a horrified look then jumped to his feet and all at once it seemed, several things happened while he tried to run across the room.

He tripped over the coffee table and tumbled back over it and hit the floor then jumped back up, heedless of the fact that said table was now laying on it's side. And tried to run across the room where he stubbed one of his toes, and fell again and jumped up for the second time and hopped the rest of the way across the room to the chair muttering oaths about dastardly furniture and how much he'd like to chop it up into firewood.

Before he sat down and pulled a book from the shelf next to him and cracked it open and pretended to be reading while Naru raised up and gave him a wide eyed, What the hell sort of look before growling at him, "What the fuck was that about?"

He lowered the book a little bit and looked at her for a moment before looking away, his face a vivid red as he surveyed the damage to the room then looked back at her and decided that it was in his best interest to feign innocence. "Oh! Naru your awake! Finally. There was this huge storm that blew by a while ago and hit us..." He again looked at the damages to the room then frowned and said weakly, "Obviously, we weren't spared. This place looks like a typhoon hit it."

"Would that typhoon be going by the name Kakashi by any chance?" Naru hissed at him like a snake. Her eyes flashing with temper. He set the book aside and gave her his most flattering smile.

"How cute! You want to name the typhoon after me!"

"No! I want you to tell me what the fuck you were doing crooning to my stomach!" Kakashi flinched a little bit at her words and mentally made a note not to get caught next time. And the mental note after that was to figure out where his shinobi grace had fled too.

He knew that people were often bitching about it, and now it looked like he had a reason to bitch about it too.

His toe hurt...

Something whizzed by his head and thudded into the wall with a echoing, thwack and he turned his head slightly to glance at the kunai that Naru had just thrown at him. Oh right- He thought in wary amusment. He should probably answer her before she threw something else at him. Especially since he knew that she'd be able to hit him from this short distance.

"I wasn't crooning to your stomach. I-I w-was doing what my parents used to do-" When my mother was pregnant with me. Kakashi thought before adding. "When I was sick."

Naru gave him a doubtful look then started to turn green again and he was quickly up out of his chair and across the room, thrusting the garbage can under her face a mere second before she puked.

Ah, crisis averted. Thanks for the save kiddo.