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Iruka wakes up on an unfamiliar couch and groggily stares at the watermarks on the unfamiliar ceiling. As he tries to remember what day it is, his eyes throb in his skull and he presses his paint-stained palms into them in an effort to keep his head from splitting. He grimaces as his head pounds and a thought slices through with the pain: I can't keep doing this. 
He picks his way through the sticky and stale aftermath of the after party’s after party. Stealing a stranger’s hoodie from the back of a chair before facing the muggy pre-dawn world. He stops by a convenience store for some ibuprofen and Pedialyte, pausing in the parking lot to swallow the bitter pills.
It’s ass-o-clock in the morning and he has nowhere to be, nobody to be. He meanders down to the beach, sitting in the sand as he watches the sun rise over the ocean. Sipping his grape-flavored saltwater carefully, he thinks. He thinks about his life, he thinks about his parents, and he allows himself, for the first time in a long time, to think about the future. 
He decides it's time to get his shit together. 

He calls his only real friend, a public defender named Asuma.
He had been one of Asuma’s first cases back when he was still an intern at the Public Defender’s office. Iruka remembers him, fresh into law school, with soft laugh lines and a sharp suit, and still believing that the legal system was functional. They both learned that lesson the hard way, together. Asuma never gave up on him though. He kept in touch and still advocated for him long after his official job ended and everything was said and done. One night, when Iruka had been at his lowest, he told Iruka how grateful he was to have him in his life. How he thought of him like a little brother and had helped him find perspective on his privileged situation. Iruka had stolen his wallet for the comment. 
Once he was out of Juvi, Asuma convinced the court expunge his record for his good behavior. Iruka never felt worthy, he could never understand why Asuma tried so hard for him. He was one of those guys that was handsome, rich, and good at everything. The kind you wanted to have a reason to hate but couldn’t because he was just so nice. Iruka spent a lot of time hating him anyway back then. Now though, as he dials the number, he only feels grateful, and sorry. 
It's been a year since they last talked. Iruka swallows down the shame that tries to rise. His chest feels hot and his heart pounds a guilty tattoo against his ribs as he listens to the phone ring. The phone clicks and his stern familiar baritone clips 
“This is Asuma” 
“More like Ass-uma” Iruka quips automatically like he’s still a fifteen-year-old little shit. He freezes, immediately regretting everything. 
There’s a sound of a commotion on the other side of the line and some muffled cursing, Iruka checks the screen to make sure he hasn’t been disconnected.
“Ir- Iruka? Is that-? Are you safe?!?”
A hot tear tracks down Iruka’s cheek. He always asks that first, Iruka used to tease him for it saying he sounded more like road-side assistance than a lawyer. He lets out a shaky breath and tries to convince himself not to cry.

Their first phone call lasted nearly three hours.  Asuma fills him in on everything he’s missed since he left Konoha. He talks most about his brand new nephew and the irritating new Attorney named Kurenai. Iruka has to talk him down from driving out and dragging him by his scruff back home. Instead he helps get Iruka into a recovery program. 
He sees a therapist everyday for two months and its hell. But Asuma calls him everyday and together they figure out what's next. Asuma urges him to finish his teaching degree. He had been substitute teaching for a few years and really enjoyed it, admitting to his therapist it was the first time in his life that he felt he was actually good at something. They get him in touch with some resources. He's amazed at the availability of resources and simultaneously the complete lack of support. But once he's put his mind to something he's not going to give up, and Asuma is there to help him with the paperwork. 
Before he knows it he's enrolled in night classes at the community college to fix his GPA and signed a shitty lease for a shitty one bedroom in one of Konoha’s shittiest neighborhoods. Asuma ends up making the drive out after all to pick him up from the recovery center the day he’s released as a surprise. They shoot the shit all the way back to Konoha and he crashes on the couch in Asuma’s living room. 
Iruka stares up at the watermarks on the unfamiliar ceiling unable to sleep. It doesn't feel like progress, yet, but he tells himself that rock bottom is a solid foundation.

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His apartment is shitty. It's filthy and dilapidated, the hallways smell like piss and weed and there are mysterious stains and mold everywhere. Its a narrow brick townhouse with four floors, each floor housing one apartment. The building is squashed in a row of identical buildings, in a broken-window neighborhood that’s half empty and boarded up.

He lives on the third floor.

His upstairs neighbor owns the building. He’s nice enough, a long-haired hippy type. Iruka introduces himself and he seems friendly, but there's something in his smile that seems dangerous and he’s a shitty landlord that won't fix anything. Iruka gets pretty good at quick fixes. At night he can hear a strange slithering sound coming from the floor above and he spends his first week trying to figure out what could make a noise like that. By the end of the first month it’s faded into the white noise of the city and he doesn’t register the sound of it anymore.

The first floor neighbor is an old woman on assisted living with three cats and a bad attitude. When he introduces himself to her and offers to help her take out the trash one day, she hits him with her cane and threatens to call the police for ‘robbing’ her. He makes a point to avoid her after that.

The second floor family is nice though. They’re always cooking and offer him food whenever he walks by. They have people coming and going all day and he knows they must be running some kind of drugs. 

His suspicions are confirmed when the building is shot up by their rivals. He thought it was just fireworks until his window shattered. He didn't call the cops, he knew there wasn't a point, but he saw a cruiser in the street a few minutes later and went down to talk to them. Mostly out of curiosity.

Hayate and Genma were unphased. They were on this beat and this kind of thing happened. They were experienced cops, a little older than him. Iruka thought to himself that if they were on this beat he'd probably run into them again. He put on his best smile, the one he used to use to charm his way out of detention, and made friends.

Hayate asked if he knew if ‘the kid’ was OK.

“What kid?” Iruka asked

Genma elbowed Hayate in the ribs, 

“Don't worry about Mr. Umino.”

He took the advice.

XXX

When the semester begins he feels like an impostor. He's older than most of his classmates and it's awkward. They look like babies to him even though he reminds himself he’s not that much older than them. He never thinks of himself as an adult (its hard to when you've been on your own since you were a child) but he feels like one in these classes. He makes friends with the teaching assistant, Mizuki and they formed a study group. Along with actual studying, they would talk shit about the school, the city, and the other students in the program. Iruka valued the informational gossip but Mizuki could be overly judgmental and it made him uncomfortable. Luckily, Mizuki never seemed to notice when he changed subject.

Iruka applied for substitute teaching gigs and a tutoring agency. He started picking up every shift he could and in the end he could still barely make ends meet, but, as Asuma reminds him, it's a start. He doesn’t feel stable in the least, but then he’s never been stable before. He’s not sure he’d recognize it if he was.

XXX

A few weeks later he finds out who Hayate was talking about. 

He came back from working a double shift and was trudging up the stairs. His arms laden with groceries and dreaming of getting off his feet for a moment, when he finds a child sleeping in the stairwell, on the landing between the first and second floors. He wouldn’t’ve noticed him at all except for the safety-hazard orange shirt he wore.

He pauses, staring at the kid. Iruka figures he couldn't be older than four, then shrugs it off thinking he must belong to the downstairs neighbors. They always had kids running around. Or perhaps he belonged to the mysterious basement neighbor who he hadn't met yet…  

He sneaks past on the stairs, stepping lightly so as not to wake him, then pauses again. Foot hovering over the next step. Was he really going to leave a kid sleeping on the stairs? He asked himself, He couldn't just leave him there, he was a teacher goddammit! He had responsibility! He sighs and turns around.

He wakes the kid gently with a hand on the shoulder. The feel of the sharp bone under the baggy shirt sending warning alarms in his mind. And now that he was closer he could tell this kid was filthy. He schools his face to hide his reaction as the kid stirred. 

“Hey-” Iruka starts to say only the kid flinches violently away from him and goes scrambling into the corner in quiet panic. Iruka blinks and takes a deep breath; trying to remember How To Deal With Traumatized Kids 101.

He made himself small and gentles his voice, keeping his face relaxed and friendly. He tries again.

“Hello, my name is Iruka Umino. I live on the third floor, do you live around here too?” The kid just stares. 

“Are you…” he stops himself from saying ‘safe,’ cursing Asuma as he searches for a better, more age-appropriate, word

“...lost?” He asks 

The kid shakes his head. Iruka flounders a bit
“Well its not good to sleep in a stairwell. Let's get you back to your home” he tries with another smile. The kid shakes his head again. No? Now Iruka felt he was really in the weeds and was beginning to regret getting involved. It’s none of my business, maybe I should just walk away… He lets out a long steady breath.

“No you don't want to go back to your home?” The kid glances around like the walls had answers and shakes his head more.

“Oh,” Iruka sighs, “can you-” he pauses “will you tell me why?”

The kid only stares again. He wasn't shaking his head or glaring so Iruka maintains eye contact and waits. His knees were starting to hurt from kneeling. He wonders if the kid was mute.

Eventually the kid glances away, giving in. Iruka celebrates the win internally before the sound registers

“It’s locked.” said the small voice.

The shock and anger must've shown on his face because the kid flinches again. Iruka wrestles the feeling down and gentles his features again.

“Ok, well,” he swallows hard, his throat was dry. He looks between the kid and the stairs and made a decision.

“Well I'm going up to my apartment to have dinner.” He mimes looking thoughtful,

“Maybe some fried rice with egg and sausage?” he hears the kids stomach grumble.

“Oh are you hungry too?” He asks with false naivety.

The kid only glares

“Well you know, fried rice always makes so much. You would really be helping me out if you ate some too. I always have too much leftover.” He sighs, looking put upon.

“Do you want me to bring you some?” The kid shuffles, looking nervously at his feet.

“I tell you what, why don't you help me carry the eggs up?” He sets down the grocery bag with the egg carton and some snacks he'd picked up on the way home, and then stood and started up the stairs again. It was a gamble. He hopes the kid would take it. If not at least the kid had some food. If the kid was anything like he was, Iruka thinks to himself, he would be extremely food motivated and easily won over. He smiles wistfully and tries to remember being that young.

As he unlocks his door he hears a shuffle behind him at the stairs. Glancing over he sees the kid hesitating at the top holding the grocery bag carefully.

Iruka celebrated another internal victory.

“I'm just going to put my stuff down, could you put that in the kitchen for me?” he calls over his shoulder. Then he walks in, leaving his apartment door open behind him. He dumps his bags in the living room, flexing his arms to return the blood flow, and sorts out the rest of the groceries from his school bags. He came into the kitchen just in time to see the kid carefully hoisting the bag up to the counter.

“Good job!” he praises, and he really meant it. He sets the rest of the groceries down and starts putting them away.

The kid still looks nervous. His hands fist in his baggy shirt and he glares at the kitchen floor. Iruka catches the way his eyes dart to the front door. He'd left it open.

An escape route, Iruka thinks, smart kid. He smiles brightly,

“Feel free to make yourself comfortable while I cook.”

He wonders at having a strange kid in his apartment but it's not like he had anything of worth to steal. It was all second-hand furniture that he and Asuma had collected over the last month.

He mentally tracks the kid as he explores the apartment. Eyeing the books and papers scattered on the table, the broken window Iruka had taped some cardboard and a plastic trash bag over.  The kid peers down the hallway to the bathroom and bedroom but doesn’t go further. He ends up settling himself on the edge of the second-hand couch where he could watch Iruka in the kitchen and make an escape out the still-open door if he needs too.

Iruka’s heart squeezed as he reads the tension in the quiet boy and he forces himself to relax.

“Have you ever made fried rice before?” He asked and starts chatting, describing the process and ingredients, emphasizing stove safety.

The kid seemed to relax a bit too as he talks. Even answering some of his questions.

“I'm thinking of adding broccoli” he says looking into his freezer at his selection of frozen vegetables.

“Do you like broccoli?”

“No.” the kid replies

“How about carrots and peas?” he asks, pulling out the bag.

“I like carrots, they're orange.” Iruka eyes the violently orange shirt the kid wore and nods sensibly.

“You can pick out the peas then, I guess.” and dumps the contents of the bag into the pan.

“I think that's it, once the eggs are added back in it'll be ready to serve.” he glances at the kid from the stove

“Why don't you wash your hands now. We'll eat at the table.”

He gestures to the small table that was half covered with his schoolwork. The kid freezes on the couch. Iruka tries not to react. The kid hesitates, clearly warring with himself, but then gets up from the edge of the couch where he'd been perched and pads quietly into the kitchen, he looks at the sink with a frown bordering on frightened, and Iruka sees his dilemma. He’s too small. Iruka pauses in pulling out bowls and spoons and says lightly

“There's a stool behind you, that'll help you reach.”

The kid looks around and pushes the stool over, climbing up and starts washing; soap and all. Iruka doesn’t think it’s a half bad attempt as he fills the bowls with rice. The kid shakes out his hands and then wipes them on his dirty shirt to dry them and Iruka sighs internally. He’ll need to have a towel ready next time.

Wait, next time?

He puts a pin in that thought as he places the bowls at the table.

“You can sit on this side.” and gestures to the side closest to the door as he takes the other seat, leaving the kid his escape route.

The kid scrambles up into the chair and picks up the bowl, quickly shoveling the food down as if he were afraid Iruka would change his mind and take the food away before he had a chance to eat. 

Iruka was a little concerned the kid would make himself sick but doesn’t say anything about it, instead he smiles.

“Thanks for helping me eat all this, don't feel like you have to eat it all, I won’t be mad. There's also enough for seconds, if you want more.” and he tucks in on his own bowl.

After a minute, the kid’s eating slows down. He starts to pick out the peas and place them in a pile on the table next to his bowl. Occasionally glancing at Iruka, assessing. Iruka catches his eye and tries for another friendly smile.
“This is tasty, you're not a bad cook.” The kid grouches around a mouthful.

Iruka pauses in his own eating. That's the most the kid has said, and probably as close to a thank you as he's going to get. He tries not to laugh and accidentally inhales some rice, making him choke and cough. He puts his spoon down.

“I'm going to get some water, do you want some, or milk?” 

The kid nods

“Milk, please” he says around another mouthful.

Iruka nods back and heads to the kitchen. He wants to call Asuma and make sure this isn’t some weird twilight zone shenanigan or dream. He fills the cups and chuckles to himself at the irony of it all.

He brings in the drinks and sets the milk down next to the pile of peas on the table with a
“Here you go then.” The kid immediately tenses up and gives him a nervous look, he realizes he's standing close. This kid clearly doesn't trust adults in his space then, Iruka concludes. He sits back down and gives eyes him over the rim of his glass.

“So what's your name anyway?”

The kid squints in his direction like the question is a trap.

Maybe to him it is...he thinks and tries another way,

“I mean, what would you like me to call you? Fried Rice kid?” He smiles.

The kid huffs and shakes his head sending some bits of rice flying. Iruka hums thoughtfully,

“Mr Blue-Eyes? Spike? ya know ‘cus your hair is so spiky,” he makes a spiky gesture by his own head. The kid chuckles and Iruka smiles wider at the sound. Third victory of the night.

“Mmrrmmf” the kid says around his spoon

“What?” Iruka barely stops himself from telling the kid not to speak with his mouth full “I didn't catch that.”

“Nar-u-to” the kid enunciates around the mouthful

“Naruto?”

The kid nods. Iruka regrets joking around and letting the kid choose his name. This is going to make it harder to find him later. He hums again and puts a pin in that thought too.

“Well it's nice to meet you Naruto. Thank you for joining me for dinner.” he smiles and really means it.

The kid is bashful, but covers it with another bite of rice.

Babysteps Iruka tells himself.

The kid eats two bowls, insisting on getting the second one himself. Iruka side-eyes him while he does it, a little afraid he’s going to make a mess but he doesn't, he moves the stool over and very carefully spoons more into his bowl. Iruka is impressed and he deliberately ignores the way Naruto stuffs rice into a napkin and hides it in his pants pocket, The kid is clearly starving. It makes Iruka think of a squirrel holding nuts in his cheeks for later and would smile if the thought wasn't so sad. Not long after Naruto finishes his second bowl Iruka makes a show of yawning dramatically and mentions how late it is. The kid refuses his offers to sleep on the couch and he's not surprised.

He sees Naruto to the door.

“Now you know where to find me, feel free to stop by again anytime.”

The kid runs off without another word. Rice spilling from his pockets.

 XXX

Iruka has had stress dreams since his parents deaths. They're usually about the same three things, the terrorist attack, the foster homes, and his time in Juvi. Between school and working the two jobs, he was drowning in his stress and the dreams were plaguing him every night. He stares up at his ceiling in a cold sweat every night and considers running away again. He wants to drink his stress away. Craving the comfort of intoxicated oblivion, but settles for calling Asuma instead.

After their initial meeting, Iruka starts seeing Naruto around the building more. Playing outside, hiding in the stairwell. He had taken to waving and, twice, he had gotten Naruto to eat with him again. He wasn't too surprised to see him one night sitting on the welcome mat in his orange t-shirt and leaning against the door with his head resting on his scabby knees. Waiting for Iruka to come home.

He wishes he could say he was surprised by the black eye too.

After that night, He starts having stress dreams about Naruto.

He reaches out to Asuma. Confessing his concerns and anxieties and the overwhelming urge to help. He’s surprised when Asuma only expresses his concern that ‘this kid’ is taking his focus away from his goals and getting his life together. Iruka balks, he was that kid and Asuma helped him. Continues to help him. How could he tell him to leave it alone and ‘let the authorities handle it??’

“The authorities can’t do shit and you know it” he bit out angrily, pacing in his apartment.

“You’re not stable enough to take this on, Iruka. I don’t want you to lose your progress.” Asuma replies. Iruka’s infuriated by his calm rationality.

“What if it was Konohamaru?” Iruka demands, its a low blow.

They don’t speak again for a week.

XXX

He runs into Hayate and Genma again as they are leaving a domestic call and they chat a bit about the neighborhood. Iruka plucks up the courage to ask about the kid. They confirm, laughing, that his name is really Naruto. Iruka mentions he's been around for dinner but can't figure out who he belongs too.

“I've never seen him with an adult.” he leads. Genma sighs,
“There's nothing we can do, unless you catch someone actively hurting him,” 

“on camera.” Hayate adds

“What the hell!?” Iruka fumes

“We know. We wish we could do more but our hands are tied. We’ve reported it to CPS, but nothing changes.” Hayate sighs wearily.

“It's good he has you” Genma adds slapping his shoulder in a friendly way.

“Careful though,” Hayate cautions, “Your bleeding heart may bleed out on that one.”

They say their good byes and for the first time in a long time, Iruka feels like a powerless child at the mercy of The System.

He splurges and buys security cameras for his apartment.

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Naruto is waiting by his door when he gets back from class a few nights a week. Iruka starts skipping the study sessions with Mizuki so he can get home earlier. He hates making the kid wait for him.
He gets Naruto to watch a movie after dinner one night in a desperate bid to distract him enough to get some homework done and it becomes their routine. Iruka makes food and Naruto puts on a movie while Iruka studies.

Naruto relaxes more and more around him and once he starts talking he doesn’t seem to stop. Iruka patiently listens, more and more convinced no one else does. Naruto tells him outlandish stories that he claimed happened to him that day, fighting off ninjas, pulling pranks, and rescuing cats from trees. Iruka listens and doesn't question the stories (much). He praises Naruto for his heroism and gently admonishes him for his wrongdoings. Every time Naruto glows under his praise Iruka wonders what kind of adults are in this kid's life. 

He thinks about how much of himself he sees in the kid.

He doesn’t tell Asuma. They’re talking again but avoid the topic of the kid.

One night he's doing his homework while Naruto is watching a film. It’s his favorite, about a kid who joins a spaceship looking for treasure and bonds with the cook, only for them all to turn out to be pirates.

“That's so cool! The way he goes whoosh-” he makes a sweeping gesture with his hand to mimic the ship.

Iruka hums in response.

“If I were him I would've just become a pirate too, Believe It!”

Iruka agrees not looking up from his textbook.

Naruto comes over to the table and leans over his shoulder to look at his book.

“What are you doing anyway” he asks.

“Studying” Iruka replies “I’m learning how to be a teacher” and explains his homework as simply as possible. Naruto grimaces,

“Gross, you're in school? I thought grown-ups didn’t have to go to school.” Iruka smiles,

“They don't, but I want to be a teacher and for that you need a degree and a license.”

“I hate school,” Naruto grouches “When I'm grown up, I'm never going to go to school and-”

He starts to rant about how much he hates school. How the teachers and students are mean to him, how it's confusing and, did he mention, he hates it (believe it).

Iruka is shocked but tries not to show it, he didn't think Naruto was old enough for school. Though he had been wondering what Naruto did during the day. He tries to be casual in his reply.

“Those are fair points. I wouldn't like school either if it was like that. What school do you go to?”

“Leafy-few or something.”

Iruka hums and makes a note to look it up.

“You know,” he starts casually, “you'd really be helping me out if you let me study with you, since I'm trying to be a teacher and all. You could help me practice so I can be a good one. What do you think?” he pokes at Naruto’s cheek til he smiles and bats his hand away.

Naruto hesitates “What kind of help?” he asks, squinting suspiciously.

Got him Iruka thinks, and smiles. He knows how much Naruto likes being helpful.

“Oh, well if you could bring me your homework, we could go over it together and I can see what they're teaching. Scope out the competition.” he leans in conspiratorially “Like a secret mission.” he adds in a whisper.

Naruto’s eyes lit up, “Like a ninja?”

Iruka was confused but rolled with it, “Yeah, like a ninja.”

Naruto nodded seriously, “Don't worry Iruka, I'll help you.” he patted Iruka’s arm and Iruka's heart squeezed.

XXX

When he looked up Leafview Elementary he found that its the best elementary school in Konoha. Where all the rich suburban types go and a heavy emphasis on rich suburban type curriculum. He jumped to the conclusion that Naruto was there through some half-assed diversity program. The teachers, having no idea how to handle Naruto’s nearly-homeless inner-city poverty, created a perfectly Naruto-sized crack for him to fall through.

His blood boiled and he stewed about it through his substitute teaching shift. Picturing every kid there as another Naruto. He was patient and kind and made sure each one got the attention they deserved. By the end of the day the kids begged him to come back, one even asking if he would be their real teacher. His fury had subsided to a simmer by the time he went to his night class. Mizuki sensed his bad mood and cornered him after, offering to buy him dinner and let him vent. Iruka was soothed by his kindness but made excuses, Naruto was waiting.

Naruto brought his homework that night and they went over it together. Iruka discovered Naruto was in the first grade and he had a lot of gaps in his learning. He could barely read and he had trouble sitting still and focusing but Iruka managed to find a system that worked. He created a curriculum just for him that week.

Naruto wasn't stupid, as it seemed everyone had told him. (Iruka believed no kid was stupid, they just hadn't been taught how to learn in a way that served them). He didn't try to force Naruto to learn but they started playing games. Alphabet games, spelling games, reading comprehension games, he budgeted for treats to bribe Naruto into playing. Naruto was extremely food motivated. He also changed questions to be more exciting, adding pirates and ninjas instead of boring ‘Jane’ or ‘Bill’. After the games Iruka would convince him to do his homework. Encouraging him to answer just the questions he knew. He told him he didn't have to turn it in, just see what he could do. Naruto grouched but did it. When he could answer over half the questions Naruto ran around the room shouting with excitement. Iruka felt the thrum of success when Naruto declared he was going to turn it in. He wished he could share his success with Asuma but neither have brought him up since the fight and he didn’t want to ruin his good mood with another spat. He agreed to get drinks with Mizuki after class the next day instead. He hadn’t had a drink in months but felt the need to do something.

XXX

Mizuki takes him to a bar that’s fancier than the ones he’s used to. He feels out of place and nervous but Mizuki gets him to relax. Plying him with drinks and compliments. Pulling a faces when Iruka reminds him he’s sober.

He tells Mizuki about the kid he’s been helping, how its moments like these that really just make him want to be a teacher. He gushes about Naruto’s progress until he realizes he’s been monopolizing the conversation. He tries to apologize but Mizuki insists it’s not a problem and tells him what a great person he is for helping the ‘unfortunate brat.’ It seems disingenuous. Iruka frowns into his root-beer and clarifies that he’s not trying to virtue signal. He senses that Mizuki doesn’t quite understand but doesn’t want to spend his whole night explaining himself so he drops it.

They have fun. Mizuki leans into him, crowding his space and tugging on on his ponytail playfully. Iruka wonders if he’s been flirting this whole semester and why it took him so long to notice. When Mizuki invites him back to his apartment that night, he briefly considers it. He has to remind himself that he swore off dating while he got his life together, plus he can’t imagine Mizuki in his shitty apartment. The thought makes him snort. He lets the man down gently but he doesn’t deny that the attention is a confidence boost.

XXX

The good feeling is short lived.

Naruto doesn't come by for the rest of that week and with every passing day his anxiety grows. He tried to wait patiently for Naruto to come by on his own but he found himself catastrophizing. Fearing the worst he found himself wandering around checking all of Naruto’s usual haunts, asking around the neighbors, and visiting anywhere he remembered Naruto mentioned in his stories. Iruka debated with himself and suffered sleepless nights before finally calling a wellness check.

He waits outside the building for Hayate and Genma, and wishes for the first time since he got sober that he hadn’t stopped smoking too. He practices his breathing exercises and pretends his breath fogging in the cold air is smoke.

When they show up he expresses his concerns. Explaining what happened and the last time he saw the kid. They tell him to wait by the cruiser as they check the kid’s apartment.

They are gone quite awhile, Iruka stomps his feet to warm himself up and try to rid himself of the excess energy building up in him, trying not to panic. Five things I can see...Four things I can touch…

He is startled from his thoughts when Hayate comes storming out, furious. Even Genma, who’s normally unshakably calm, looks like he’s barely containing his anger. Hayate bypasses Iruka yanking his jacket out of the cruiser and screaming into it. Iruka looks to Genma who just shakes his head,

“he's-”

“Do NOT say he's OK Genma!” Hayate shouts

“He's…alive” Genma finishes. Iruka feels the adrenaline spike his heartbeat and wraps his arms around himself for comfort,

“Can we…call someone?” He asks 

“Our hands are tied” Genma replies, defeated

“Goddammit!” Hayate shouts making Iruka flinch as he throws his jacket back into the cruiser and starts kicking the tire. He understands how helpless they feel. Iruka remembers the foster care bureaucracy. He feels the anger boil inside him until he's hot all over. 

Bullshit

“I don’t accept that. There has to be something we can do.” Iruka fumes

“You better BELIEVE IT! I’m gonna find that guardian, and when I get my hands on him-” Hayate mimes wringing someones neck and dissolves into curses.

Genma gets Hayate calm enough he stops kicking the tire and gets him back into the cruiser. He fixes Iruka with a serious look and tells him not to hesitate to call again as he gets in the car.

“You're the only line of defense that kid has, Iruka.” Hayate tells him through the cruiser window “Take pictures whenever possible. The more evidence we can get the better...” he sighs and rubs his brow. “I hate this.” he admits.

Iruka agrees and watches them leave. The anger evaporating with his breath in the air and leaving him cold.

XXX

When Naruto finally reappears, suddenly quiet again, with fading bruises and missing one of his baby teeth, Iruka corners him, and pulls him in for a hug. He wants to squeeze him but is worried he might have broken bones and more bruises hiding under his oversized orange shirt. He fights the urge to cry.

“I'm so sorry Naruto” he apologizes, “You can always come to me if you don't feel safe.”

I'm sorry I can't do more right now he adds in his head.

Naruto let's himself be held and trembles a little.

“Are you cold?” he asks and wonders if this kid even owns a coat. It takes a minute for Iruka to realize that he's crying. He picks him up and takes him up to his apartment. He makes them both hot chocolate and puts on his favorite movie. He doesn’t press, but Naruto opens up again on his own. He explains that the teacher accused him of cheating and called the Old Man (Iruka infers that the ‘old man’ is his guardian)

“I got in so much trouble” Naruto sobs and presses himself into Iruka’s side.

Iruka's heart breaks and he wraps an arm around him gently to hold them both together. They had been working so hard on his homework, he knew how hard Naruto had been trying, even if he was pretending he wasn't. He knows Naruto was secretly hoping…

Iruka feels like he's failed him.

They put on another movie and he orders take-out. Naruto curls up on his lap not breaking contact once since leaning into Iruka. They watch the movie in silence, both emotionally drained. Iruka plots as he absentmindedly strokes the wiskery scars on Naruto’s cheeks. He’s startled when a small hand pokes the side of his nose. He looks down and meets Naruto’s too-blue eyes.
“We match” he says in a small voice, tracing Iruka’s scar across his nose. Iruka’s heart squeezes painfully in his chest.
“That we do.” he chokes out in a thick voice, and he leans down and kisses the top of his head.

Naruto finally takes up his offer to stay the night, struggling to keep his eyes open through the rest of the movie. As he tucks a sleeping Naruto in to his couch that night, something that had been a fledgling idea within Iruka solidifies into existence he is going to protect Naruto, whatever it takes.

XXX

The next day he looks up the number for CPS and files an anonymous report against the school for endangering a student.

XXX

Things change after that. He makes Naruto memorize his phone number and practice calling him from the payphone in the park. He starts walking him to the bus stop every morning and buys him a big orange coat when he realizes that Naruto really doesn’t have any winter clothes. Hayate and Genma time their patrol to swing by and see them most days and (after suffering through all the reasons why frogs are his favorite animal one day) Hayate presents Naruto with a green knitted hat that looks like a frog’s head and matching gloves. It clashes horribly with his coat but he loves them, nearly tackling Hayate with his hug.

Most days Naruto will be waiting for Iruka when he gets home from class. He makes a copy of his key and gives it to Naruto so he can let himself in. Telling him he can keep it in the old boots next to his door if he doesn’t want to carry it. (He wears it on a chain around his neck).

By this point Iruka is convinced that Naruto lives alone. He bribes Naruto with desert to let him into his apartment one weekend and Naruto takes him on a nervous tour of the musty basement. It’s an absolute mess with cup ramen overflowing in the trash, expired milk in the fridge, roaches on the floor, and ants on the counter. There is a single mattress on the floor in the one bedroom with a small stuffed frog Naruto introduces as ‘kero-san’ and no signs of any adults whatsoever. He gently asks who looks after him and Naruto states that he does and then back pedals, emphasizing that he's a big kid and doesn’t need an adult.

That night after dinner Iruka files another complaint with CPS.

Naruto starts spending more nights on Iruka’s couch.

XXX

When he can’t put it off any longer, he calls Asuma.

“This is Asuma”

“More like Ass-uma” he quips for old times sake.

“Iruka! It’s been awhile. Are you safe? To what do I owe the call?” friendly as ever.

Iruka sighs “I’m safe, but Naruto isn’t.”

“The kid.” Asuma’s tone hardens.

“Yeah, the kid. Just listen to me-” and he tells him all that’s happened.

“What kind of teacher would I be if I turned a blind eye Asuma. What kind of Human? I can’t. I know it’s not rational, I wish I was more stable, for both our sakes, but I’ve just got to work with what I have. I have to try. You don’t have to approve but just know I’ve already made up my mind.”

He heard Asuma sigh and could imagine the face he was making.

“Is there anything else?” the man asked

Iruka’s eyes stung. He dropped it, shoulders slumping with a sigh. Asuma would either come around or not, he could only focus on what was in his control.

“I got into the University. I transfer in this upcoming semester.”

“That’s great Iruka. I’m glad. Did your credits transfer?”

“Yes, I’m going in as a Junior, I can start student teaching.” There’s a pause.

“I’m proud of you Iruka.” Asuma tells him gently, like it’s something fragile. Iruka’s grip tightens on his phone and he resists the sudden urge to throw it at the wall.

The phone beeps and Asuma has to take another call. They say their goodbyes hang up. Iruka is left seething. A few minutes later a few messages come in:

[From: ASSuma (=,=)-~]

<I’m concerned because I care.

<I know better to try and change your mind.

<Come to the holiday party.

[Download Image]

Iruka scoffs but agrees to go.

He spends the holiday laughing at Asuma’s expense as he watches him fall all over himself in front of the most beautiful and terrifying woman he has ever met.

XXX

On New Year’s Day it snows and Iruka helps Naruto build a Pirate-Snowman in the parking lot. With a stick sword and scarf eye-patch. Genma and Hayate stop by and they get into a little snowball fight, it ends with Genma fake arresting Naruto for ‘assaulting an officer’ that leaves them both breathless from laughter. Hayate helps Naruto up and offers to take him to get hot chocolate from the corner store, throwing a meaningful look at Genma. Iruka braces himself. They watch in silence as Hayate and Naruto hold hands and look both ways before crossing the street. Once the bright orange smudge of Naruto disappears into the store, Iruka turns to face Genma.

“Naruto’s files are sealed,” The officer tells him, his face uncharacteristically stony and serious. “and neither of us have clearance to access them. We can’t even get access to the name of his guardian!” Iruka frowns, he thinks of the seemingly fruitless reports he had made to CPS.

“This whole thing stinks something rotten.” he crosses his arms and Genma agrees

“Every time we’ve asked about him we got chewed out by the chief. We can’t even get an answer to why the files are sealed or who sealed them. We’re now under direct orders to stay out of it.” He puffed a frustrated breath. Iruka’s heart sank. Genma puts his hand on Iruka’s shoulder.

“They wouldn’t be trying this hard to hide something if there wasn’t something to hide.” he says firmly, “We wont give up.”

Iruka smiles at him, grateful, as Hayate re-emerges, carefully balancing three stacked drinks so he can still hold Naruto’s hand.

Chapter Text

Without entirely intending to, and mostly without his noticing, Iruka’s life re-adjusts to make room for Naruto. Tucking him safely into the middle of the mess and quietly rebuilding around him. They settle into a routine, bumbling and skittish, dancing around eachother and stepping on eggshells and toes.

Both unwilling to give up.

In his chats with Asuma he starts bringing up the kid whenever possible. Wedging him into the conversation offhand as they talk about Asuma’s situationship with Kurenai, and his nephew’s new developmental milestones. Iruka always makes a point to circle back around to mention Naruto’s academic progress or latest antic. He can hear Asuma’s voice change with the topic and grins and bears every concerned sigh. He appreciates Asuma, and all the man has done for him, but he will always be a stubborn little shit about the things he thinks really matter and Asuma tries to avoid.

Iruka sees Naruto off to school in the morning everyday. Meeting him in front of the apartment building with a packed lunch in a brown paper bag. Sometimes hiding notes or affirmations inside. He finds the boy watching cartoons in his apartment most days when he comes home from class, and he listens to Naruto blabber about anything and everything as he makes them dinner. After dinner they do their homework together at the table or Naruto reads a book on the couch while Iruka studies (it took a lot of trial and error to find books Naruto was willing to read).

Sometimes the boy would disappear immediately after their meal to play outside or ‘have an adventure’ and Iruka had to learn not to try and stop him. The kid still insisting on his independence. It stung, but Iruka reminded himself he had no real authority here.
Sometimes Naruto wouldn’t show up at all.

Those days were always the worst.

Iruka ignores the screaming anxiety from the weird parental liminality he finds himself in and throws himself into his studies.

Mizuki encouraged him to talk to his advisor about his courses and with his confidence bolstered, he convinces his advisor to let him take an extra class this semester. His adviser tells him that if he signs up for summer classes he could graduate early.

Mizuki is excited for him and treats him to dinner that night. They talk about plans for the semester. Mizuki complaining about the freshmen he teaches and Iruka excitedly sharing about the child psychology class he signed up for. Mizuki lets him talk, smiling at his excitement and seems to hang on every word. Iruka appreciates the attention and blushes when Mizuki leans forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. His fingers lingering.

“I know you said you weren’t interested while I was your teacher because of,” he snorts “Power Dynamics” he says with air quotes and Iruka laughs and throws a friendly hit at his shoulder,

“I don’t suppose I could convince you to reconsider now?” He grins rakishly, all teeth. Iruka scratches his nose shyly and thinks of Naruto.

“I’m a little busy these days” he says evasively, laughing. He’s relieved when Mizuki drops it.

XXX

He’s making dinner. Lost in thoughts about his new course load and how he’s going to need to stop substitute teaching to accommodate it while halfheartedly listening to Naruto talk about his day, when Naruto’s words start to sink in. He pauses mid-straining the pasta to turn around and face Naruto.

“What do you mean the boy hit you?” He asks a little too sternly, Naruto cuts off mid sentence and curls in on himself. Shit Iruka thinks and takes a steadying breath, forcing his shoulders to relax.

“I just want to know what happened” He crouches slowly and takes one of Naruto’s fidgeting hands. Naruto’s gaze flits around guiltily, refusing to settle.

“I- I wasn’t fighting! Believe it.” He says, voice still edging on panicked. It makes Iruka wonder if he gets in trouble for fighting.

“I believe you,” He says calmly and Naruto’s eyes snap to his, brilliantly blue and shiny.

“You’re not in trouble Naruto, will you tell me what happened?” He questions, squeezing the boy’s hand reassuringly.

“Sometimes the other kids wait for me. They call me- they’re mean. Sensei says that words don’t hurt, that I should walk away, but-” He lets out a frustrated noise “sometimes they chase me, or-or they’re so mean...” he squeezes his eyes shut and grips Iruka’s hand.

“I-I don’t know why. I didn’t do anything! Believe it!” he opens his eyes and looks at Iruka desperately. Iruka feels like crying.

“I believe you, Naruto.” he says honestly. Naruto blinks at him, watery-eyed but determined not to cry.

“What happened today?” he prompts gently.

“Some of the older kids waited for me after lunch. They’re not in my class. I don’t know- they- they said some mean stuff…they’re liars...” Naruto trails off.

“What did they say?” Naruto huffs a sigh and blinks rapidly, still trying not to cry. Iruka wonders if he should drop it, but he needs to know if he was going to help.

“They said that nobody likes me, that-that I don’t have p-parents because they didn’t l-like me” His lip quivers “ ‘cus I’m stupid and ugly and- and-” he starts to hiccup as tears escape. Iruka pulls him into his arms.

“Oh Naruto. That’s not true. None of that is true.” Naruto sobs into his shirt a muffled “nobody likes me” and Iruka holds him tighter, eyes stinging with his own tears.

“I like you, a whole lot! Genma and Hayate like you too, you know that, right?” he feels Naruto nod weakly into his chest.

“You are smart, and kind, and have the prettiest blue eyes and yellow hair,” he ruffles Naruto’s hair to emphasize his point then pulls back to look in his eyes, they were red from crying and his face was blotchy and snotty. He cups his hands around the boy’s scarred cheeks.

“I like having you around and spending time with you. I like that you let me help you with your homework. I like hearing your stories and I like eating dinner with you.” he tries to think what to say to make him feel better. What he wanted to hear when he had felt this way all those years ago.

“Those kids may not like you, right now, but I bet they haven’t even tried. I bet lots of people would like you if they knew you, Naruto, you’re very likable.” Naruto looks at him dazed and teary. Iruka gives him another quick hug. Naruto pulls away to wipe his nose on his sleeve. Iruka makes a face and gets up to grab them tissues.

“These kids hit you?” He asks, and Naruto nods as he blows his nose.

“They p-pushed me down.” He responds shakily.

“Did you tell a teacher?” Naruto was silent. Iruka curses to himself, Naruto still didn’t trust his teachers. Iruka sighs.

“I’m glad you told me Naruto. You can always tell me- I- I want you to tell me when things like this happen, ok?” Naruto nods and Iruka figured it was as good as it was going to get. He ruffles Naruto’s hair again.

“Lets go wash up, all this crying makes me hungry.” and they share a wet smile.

XXX

He calls the school and files a complaint against the bullies. Chewing out the administration for their negligence. He wishes he could do more than make phone calls.

XXX

| UCHIHA FAMILY MASSACRED | read the headline. The paper shakes in Iruka’s hand as he reads the news. The entire family, cousins, mothers, children, murdered in a single night. The paper lists their names, over thirty, Iruka feels the hot tears on his face as he finds the names of students he’d taught. He feels sick.

The paper gives a brief biography of the founding father, Madara, and the legacy of public servants up to Fugaku a city councilman. Then it dissolves into speculation, rehashes rumors of their mafia dealings, wondering if it is a terrorist attack, political assassination, or ‘hit’ called by a rival gang. It doesn’t list the survivors.

Hayate is the one who brings it up. They’re watching Naruto play on the park swings. It’s the first sunny day of the season and the park is crowded with families, but there’s a nervous energy to it. The parent’s eyes follow their kids, murmuring to eachother in tight-knit groups, as if all the shadows are threats and they’re worried any stragglers will be picked off. Iruka, Genma, and Hayate among them, discussing the tragedy in harsh whispers in the cold shade of a tree.

There were many Uchiha officers, an entire district’s worth. It seems everyone on the Konoha Police force is reeling. The Spring Inter-Departmental Kickball Tournament was canceled for the first time in a decade. Genma’s eyes are red rimmed as he tells Iruka about Shisui. Their favorite rookie, who was going to help their patrol team finally beat the investigators this year and besides, was really going to do good in their community.

“He was only 18,” Genma spat bitterly “skill a kid.”

“I feel bad for the child, Sasuke, he’s Naruto’s age. He’s going to have to live with this forever.” Hayate looks absolutely defeated as he watches Naruto swing back and forth. Iruka’s mind snags on the words.

“What do you mean ‘live with it?’ did he- were there survivors?” he asks, afraid of the answer.

Genma and Hayate exchange a glance.

“It’s still an ongoing investigation, we cant talk about it. The department is trying to keep it under wraps for obvious reasons” Genma explains.

“Both of Fugaku’s sons survived.” Hayate tells him.

“Gekko!” Genma berates as Iruka catches his gasp with his hand.

“Were they… are they…” he can't bring himself to ask.

“They are both suspiciously uninjured. Itachi, the older one, he’s the one being investigated.” Hayate supplies and rubs his face with exhaustion. The dark circles under his eyes exaggerated with grief.

Iruka can only stand there, shocked. He shivers in the spring breeze.

“I’m worried about Sasuke,” Hayate confesses quietly, “what’s going to happen to him now?” Genma puts a comforting hand on Hayate’s shoulder and sighs.

“I know what you mean, I don’t feel like I’m protecting anyone.” The three of them stand under the tree and watch Naruto swing alone as other kids shout and run around in play.

XXX

Asuma calls to check in on him after the massacre knowing Iruka would be upset by the news. Iruka nearly cheers when Asuma brings up Naruto unprompted, urging them both to be careful. Even though he ends the call reminding him to budget his time and keep his priorities in check, Iruka still counts it as a win.

Iruka tries to explain the event to Naruto over dinner that night, and why it could be dangerous for them. Naruto only insists he would be fine. Declaring he ‘fought off bad guys all the time!’ with such dismissive confidence Iruka became overwhelmed with anger and excuses himself from the conversation. He takes out his frustrations on his kitchen, first by doing the dishes and then scrubbing the space top to bottom hoping it would make him too tired to be angry.

Naruto gives him space, but eyes him warily from the couch as he pretends to watch a movie. After it ends, he shuffles into the kitchen. Iruka pauses in scrubbing the mysterious stains off of the cheap counter-tops and watches the boy fidget with his shirt.

“I’m sorry...” the boy apologizes in a small voice.

“What?” Iruka asks confused, “What are you apologizing for?”

“I made you mad.” Naruto replies, barely above a whisper. Shrinking in on himself. Iruka watches his shoulders rise to his ears and wants to scream. He lets out a long slow breath and sinks to the floor, leaning back against the cabinets. I’ve fucked it all up he thinks.

“I’m not mad at you, Naruto.” he says exhausted. All his tension bleeding out onto the sticky linoleum. “I’m sorry if you thought I was. I’m-” he huffs “I’m mad at the world. I’m mad that it hasn’t been safe for you...” or me he adds in his mind. “...that it’s still not safe.”

Naruto eyes him, wary and confused, still gripping his shirt hem for support. Iruka tries to smile but it keeps sliding off his face. He holds up his arm and gestures for Naruto to come over.

Naruto settles on the floor next to him and Iruka wraps his arm around him. Pressing the boy into his side for support. He doesn’t know if it was support for the kid or himself. He doesn’t think it matters.

“We have to look out for eachother.” He begins with a thick voice. He feels as though his heart is being wrung out and got tangled in his throat.

It wasn’t the conversation they needed to have, but it’s all he had strength for that night.

In the end, Naruto agrees to be more careful and it’s all Iruka can hope for. He tries to lighten the mood by suggesting they come up with a secret handshake for identifying one another in case of a doppelganger situation. Naruto gets really into it and they spend a good while coming up with an elaborate hand-sign code language, Naruto insisting on adding a secret passphrase to go with it.

(Which bites Iruka in the ass two weeks later when he forgets the passphrase and Naruto refuses to let him into his apartment after class).

XXX

“oof- Yikes, Iruka, what the hell are you feeding this kid?” Hayate laughs as Naruto tackles him during their game of tag, cheering triumphant.

“Right now, whatever I can get him eat…” Iruka responds nonchalant. It was finals week and he was feeling frazzled. Trying to force himself to take a break and relax from his studies.

Genma pulled the kid off his partner and carried him like a suitcase over to where Iruka was sprawled in the grass.

“Sheesh, you weren’t kidding Gekko, this kid’s denser than he looks.” he comments as he dumps the kid in Iruka’s lap.

“Hey! I’m really smart believe it!” Naruto grouches, offended.

“He means you’re getting big and strong, he’s not commenting on your intelligence.” Iruka assures the boy as Naruto and Genma pull faces at eachother. Iruka thinks the kid is finally at a healthy weight. His cheeks rounded out, his eyes less sunken, and his ribs less visible.

“I got an A on my last spelling test.” Naruto informs Genma seriously. Genma whistles impressed.

“High five boss, that’s good stuff,” he holds his hand up for Naruto “Gekko can’t even spell his own name right half the time.” Iruka laughs as Hayate refutes him angrily.

“Seriously though, keep up the good work.” Genma chuckles as they high five. Naruto beaming up at him with a thousand-watt smile.

Chapter Text

After a few weeks of going back and forth with the administration Naruto graduates first grade. His teacher wanted to hold him back a year. Iruka is relieved when he finds out its for truancy and not because of his grades (he really has been improving!) but he simply missed too many classes. Iruka ended up sending a strongly worded email to the principal, cc’ing the superintendent, about the administration’s willingness to let Naruto fail. He doesn’t know if it was his email, or an intervention from the negligent guardian, but Naruto is allowed to move on to second grade.

They celebrate with Ichiraku Ramen. Naruto had talked about ‘nice old man Teuchi’ who would give him free ramen and Iruka had scouted it with Hayate and Genma after their shift one afternoon. He really was a Nice Old Man and made the best ramen Iruka had ever tasted. The shop quickly became their regular spot whenever Iruka didn’t feel like cooking. After showing up with Naruto in tow a few times, Teuchi had thanked him; expressing his relief that someone was finally ‘looking after the kid.’ Iruka couldn’t think of a way to respond.

Over their celebratory ramen Iruka asks Naruto what he usually did over the summer. Naruto responds

“Stay out of trouble.” immediately, like it was programmed. Iruka blinks in surprise and needles, digging for details.

“Sometimes the guys at the corner store will give me free soda if I take out the trash.” He says enthusiastically to Iruka’s dismay.

“And sometimes sometimes I go exploring for treasure! I know this city like the back of my hand.” He holds up his fist clutching his chopsticks and waves it for emphasis. Iruka wonders not for the first time how this kid has survived this long.

“I’m tutoring at the library this summer, doyouwanttocomewithme?” he asks trying to be casual and failing. He slurps up a bunch of noodles trying to cover. Naruto squints at him suspiciously.

“You’re just trying to get me to do more homework aren’t you!” he accuses pointing a finger in Iruka’s face. Iruka laughs and nearly chokes on his noodles.

“I promise I won’t make you study.” he chuckles after finishing the bite.

“Your reading has really improved, and they have a whole activity area now, there’d be plenty for you to do…” he scratches his nose nervously. Naruto looks at him confused.

“Why?” he asks

“Why what?”

“Why do you want me to go with you?” Iruka sputters, at a loss. He couldn’t just tell him that he’s a kid and needs supervision. Naruto would only insist he’s a big kid and might disappear for days to prove his independence.

“uhhh” he floundered.

“The world is a dangerous place Naruto-kun. Iruka-nii needs you nearby so you can keep eachother safe.” Teuchi tells him as he puts down another bowl in front of them. Iruka thanks him with a relieved look and Teuchi winks back.

“Exactly! What if I need your awesome pirate-ninja skills to save me from book-burglars?” he pokes Naruto’s cheek making him laugh.

“Book-burglars?” he laughs, swatting away Iruka’s hand.

“A bigger problem than you’d think.” he says seriously. “I’d feel safer with you around,” he smiles his most charming smile “I like having you around.” Naruto’s ears turn pink and he busies himself with his fresh bowl of ramen.

“ynnkfgg” he says.

“I didn’t catch that, sorry?”

“Yeah, ok I guess.” Naruto repeats after swallowing his bite. Still not looking at Iruka.

“I’ll come to the stupid library with you…” he huffs and takes another bite. Iruka beams and Teuchi’s eyes twinkle.

XXX

It works well enough. They walk to the library every morning and Naruto reads or plays on the computer while Iruka tutors some pre-k kids in the library’s day-care. Then they walk home, sometimes stopping at the park to play if it’s not too hot. Sometimes they run into Genma and Hayate on their way home. Genma always offers to buy Naruto ice-cream from the corner store, ignoring Iruka’s protests that they haven’t had lunch yet. The adults end up chatting about the latest news of the Uchiha trial or gossiping about Hayate’s new girlfriend under a shady tree while Naruto runs off the sugar.

In the afternoon Iruka takes his online classes and studies while Naruto naps on the couch in front of the tiny window ac unit. He wakes up in time for their usual evening routine. Sometimes disappearing after and leaving Iruka worried until he sees him again.

As he watches Naruto nap one hot and lazy afternoon Iruka wonders at how content he feels. If this is what it’s like to have kids. It’s utter chaos, and it’s certainly not what he would consider stable by any means, but he’s happy. He never thought he’d want kids. He sighs to himself there’s just something special about Naruto, he thinks. He shakes the thoughts away and returns to his studies.

Their routine breaks like the heat wave.

Naruto doesn't show up in the morning.

Naruto hadn’t disappeared on him since their conversation in the kitchen a few months before and the anxiety shocks him more than he expected. Iruka calls into work and spends the day wracked with worries, hoping the boy will show up grubby and with a wild story about saving the mayor from debt-collectors or something. He calls a wellness check and tries not to panic when Genma tells him he’s not home.

No one sees him for three days.

It’s Teuchi who finally calls to say Naruto’s shown up. Iruka runs all the way to the store and finds Naruto going to town on some ramen in the middle of telling Teuchi increasingly unrealistic stories as to how he got his bruises. He looks up as Iruka bursts in, going quiet and shrinking in on himself. Iruka feels like crying, half with relief and half with frustration. He takes stock of him while Naruto quietly moves on to his third bowl of ramen. He’s filthy, like he’d been sleeping outside again, he’s covered in blotchy purple bruises mostly on his back and chest like someone hit him, one blue eye nearly swollen shut, and his cheeks and arms radiating with heat from a bright red sunburn. Iruka tries to remain calm. Snapping some pictures for evidence.

“Oh, Naruto, we’ve been so worried. What happened?” He tries to brush Naruto’s bangs from his forehead and Naruto flinches away. Iruka stills.

“I got lost.” he says quietly. Iruka waits hoping he’ll say more. He doesn’t. Iruka looks to Teuchi but he only shakes his head. He waits while Naruto quietly finishes eating and offers to take him home.

“I’ve got aloe we can put on your sunburn back at my apartment” he tries gently. Naruto pulls away from him,

“I’m not a baby Iruka-nii! I don’t need your HELP” he shouts angrily and runs off.

“Naruto! Wait-” Iruka makes to follow him but Teuchi stops him.

“Give him space.” he advises “Wait for him to come back on his own.”

“He’s just a child!” Iruka doesn’t snarl

“Yes,” Teuchi nods “and he needs you.” Iruka collapses on the stool Naruto left and buries his head in his hands.

“I know,” he agrees weakly, his eyes sting,

“I know”

x

When he gets back to his apartment he lets Hayate and Genma know he’s seen Naruto and that the kid's in bad shape. He sends the photos he took at Ichiraku to their group chat.

Hayate calls immediately.

“Is Naruto with you? Is he safe?” he asks as soon as Iruka picks up. Iruka’s lip trembles and he tries not to cry again.

“I don’t know. He- he ran off.” he digs the heel of his hand into his eye and takes a steadying breath.

“I’m coming over” Hayate declares.

“Don’t,” Iruka tells him “there’s nothing we can do tonight.” There’s a long silence.

“I hate this” Hayate says quietly.

“Me too” Iruka sighs, curling up on the couch. He hates that he can't just kidnap him and take him far away from his negligent guardian and whoever else is hurting him.

“I feel so useless”

XXX

Naruto is waiting for Iruka when he gets home the next day. He’s quiet again. Keeping his distance and leaving immediately after dinner. Iruka counts it as a win he showed up at all.

He only starts going to the library with Iruka again the next week, after the bruises and sunburn have faded.

XXX

Iruka’s halfway through his song about colors of the rainbow when he hears a commotion. Someone shouting and a crash. He leaves the kids with the other tutor, Ebisu, and goes to investigate.

He weaves through a murmuring crowd of onlookers and sees an adult shaking Naruto by the scruff of his shirt and yelling at him. Cursing cruel and nasty things. The worst part is the way Naruto just stands there, letting it happen, eyes vacant. The adult raises their arm as if to strike and Iruka catches it. Pulling them apart and putting Naruto behind him.

“Explain yourself” he demands of the adult. They go off on a rant, accusing the ‘dirty beast’ of ‘attacking their child’ also stealing from and vandalizing the library. Iruka fumes but remains calm.

“Even if I believed any of those things were true, You should have informed library staff. In no universe is it ever acceptable to lay hands on a child.” Iruka admonishes them coldly.

“I’ve seen them around here every day, no adult supervision, getting into who-knows-what-” they start angrily.

“I’ve seen him around too,” a bystander cuts in and the adult keeps ranting, vindicated. Iruka cuts them off.

“I claim responsibility for him. I apologize if he caused you any disruption but there is no excuse for treating a child like you were.” He grits out in fury-infused politeness trying for a smile but achieving more of a grimace. “I must ask you to leave, immediately. You are no longer welcome in the library as you pose a danger to others.” He gives a pointed look to the security guard standing nearby and watching the scene, the man shakes himself as if remembering his job and steps forward. The patron is escorted out, still sputtering and throwing insults about ‘motherless children’. Iruka watches them, anger simmering and feeling bad for their child.

A librarian approaches Iruka.

“Iruka-sensei, about the kid,” he gestures to where Naruto is hiding behind him “Maybe it’s best if you take him home?” Iruka sighs looking down at Naruto, and silently agrees. Naruto seems pretty shaken.

“It’s best if he stays home for awhile, actually. I mean these are pretty serious allegations… if he’s been vandalizing and stealing-” Iruka’s eyes snap back up to the librarian. Anger rolling off him in waves. He feels Naruto’s hand fist in the back of his shirt.

“You don’t seriously believe that nonsense do you?!” He demands, almost shouting. The librarian cowers under his look, mumbling something about protocols and Iruka fumes.

“Naruto’s been with me all summer and never once caused a problem.” He looks at the librarian cold and serious. “If you have a problem, you can file an official complaint with HR.” he says low and dangerous.

He takes Naruto’s hand and leads him to the break room, away from the gazes of the bystanders. Naruto is avoiding his eyes, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Iruka crouches so he’s on his level.

“Are you hurt?” he asks concerned as he checks him for injuries. Naruto shakes his head and moves out of his reach.

“Will you tell me what happened? You’re not in trouble.” he tries gently.

“I didn’t do anything.” Naruto tells the floor quietly.

“I believe you, Naruto.” Iruka says resisting the urge to just pull him in for a hug.

“That kid took the book I was reading, I- I just wanted it back” he says after a beat. Iruka sighs.

“That wasn’t very nice of him. You can always come get me when something like that happens. I’ve got your back Naruto.” Naruto finally looks at him, anger flashing in his eyes.

“Why do you CARE?” he shouts, Iruka is taken aback, confused by the sudden outburst.

“I’m- I’m a ‘dirty monster’. A freak,” his lip trembles and wipes his eyes on his arm “I’ll only get you in trouble too.”

“That not true, Naruto” Iruka reprimands and inwardly curses the librarian.

“We have to lookout for eachother, like Teuchi said, from all the book-burglars and evil librarians.” he says half-joking, reaching out and rubbing Naruto’s back, a little surprised when he leans into it.

“’m sorry I yelled at you, pleasedonthateme” Naruto mumbles into his arm and Iruka’s heart squeezes. He pulls Naruto into a hug.

“never”

XXX

Mizuki announces his return from summer vacation by showing up at Iruka’s apartment unannounced with flowers. Iruka is more surprised than flattered but invites him along to the neighborhood block party that evening. He quietly dreads the thought of Naruto and Mizuki spending the night vying for his attention but Naruto ends up spending most of the night hanging out with Hayate and Genma instead.

Mizuki tries to hold his hand and tells him all about his travels, hinting heavily that he wants Iruka to join him on next year’s trip. He buys Iruka’s dessert while he sputters protests and they both fail to win anything at the raffle but Mizuki makes a cringey comment about already being a winner while Iruka groans at his terrible jokes. It almost feels like a date.

Iruka tries not to panic at the thought, he doesn’t want to date anyone at the moment (least of all Mizuki).

As the party winds down he picks up a sleepy Naruto from a winking Hayate, and Mizuki walks them back to their apartment building in companionable silence. He pauses at the door,

“Aren’t you going to drop the brat off so you can invite me upstairs?” he says giving Iruka his better-to-eat-you-with smile. Iruka scoffs and laughs gently, careful not to wake up Naruto.

“Not tonight,” or ever he adds in his head “I’m afraid you’re out of luck.” He adjusts his grip on the kid and smiles at Mizuki.

“I had fun tonight, though. I’m glad you came by.” Mizuki leans against the door frame and nods.

“Of course, Hit me up next time you have a night free. We’ll try again.” Iruka shakes his head and chuckles as he lets himself into his apartment.

“Good night, Mizuki.” he says exasperated.

He doesn’t catch the look on Mizuki’s face.

XXX

| MURDER SHOCKS NEIGHBORHOOD |
Police Search for Clues Relating to Child’s Body Found In Local Park

A mutilated child’s body was found in a playground by Konoha Patrol Officers early Tuesday morning. The only identifying information was allegedly a note that reads:
[I have eternal youth. I live forever.]
Neighborhood Associations across the city have requested an increased patrol as parents express concerns for the safety of their children with schools reopening in less than a week.
The investigation is ongoing. Investigators at the Konoha Police Department have asked anyone with information relating to the case to call their tip hotline [XXX-XXXX].

Chapter Text

The relocation of Kero-san to Iruka’s living room was the primary indication that Naruto had unofficially moved in. He still disappeared occasionally, but would come back with fewer bruises and less implausible stories. By the time he stared 2^nd grade Iruka had filed a dozen police reports. He finally managed to get Naruto in the habit of letting him know where he was going before he left, and calling when he got lost.

It was slow going, but it was progress.

Iruka is assigned student teaching three days a week at an elementary school across town. He starts walking Naruto to and from school everyday (partly to make sure he’s not skipping anymore) claiming it was on the way. Naruto doesn’t seem to mind.

As they walk home in the afternoons, he quizzes Naruto on what he learned that day and asks if he’s made any friends. He’s glad when he learns he was assigned a different teacher, one that seems to be trying to prevent the bullying. Iruka still doesn’t think it’s enough and makes phone calls to report every incident Naruto shares. He’s getting rather skilled at scolding over the phone.

They do their homework together every night and Naruto does a good job staying focused, grasping the new concepts quickly. He still has excessive energy and gets written up for being ‘disruptive in the classroom’ but Iruka counts it as a win when Naruto sheepishly hands him the referral to be signed. He wishes he could enroll the kid in a martial art, thinking it would be good for all his energy.

XXX

Naruto is assigned a career project and he frets about it over dinner one night. Iruka asks him what he wants to be when he grows up and he's torn between a pirate and a ninja-superhero.

“Someone who helps, like BATMAN!” He says enthusiastically, karate-chopping the table, and Iruka laughs
“You’ve been watching too many cartoons!” he claims and Naruto fervently denies it.

Iruka messages Hayate and Genma to ask if they would talk to Naruto about his career day project and they readily agree. Coming over and spending an afternoon trying to explain to the six year old how the justice system works. In the end they wind up agreeing to talk to his class for career day. Genma sighs exasperated and grumbles about kids as Hayate laughs and pinches Naruto’s cheek,

“How can you say no to that face?” he asks Genma while Naruto tries to bite him. They stay for dinner.

After Naruto falls asleep, they sit around the table and catch up for the first time in awhile. The officers were assigned extra patrols after the child’s body was found. The department still crippled by the loss of the Uchihas. They tell Iruka about the case, the body was found in a different district so they’re not directly involved in the investigation and their information is limited. Mostly rumors and water-cooler gossip. They tell him how it seems to be similar to ones that happened nearly twenty years before but they can’t figure out if it’s a copy-cat or not. They don’t have enough evidence to go on and don’t want to get more if it means more dead kids.
They talk about the Uchiha trial and Itachi’s sentence.

“Only two years in Juvi for ‘interfering with the investigation’ He’s got a hell of a legal team” Genma comments. They humm in agreement.

“Sasuke was put in witness protection.” Hayate comments quietly “I hope he’s ok.” Iruka pats his arm.

They move on to happier topics. Iruka tells them about his classes and they talk about Hayate’s girlfriend. Genma asks what’s going on with Mizuki.

“I don’t know... I kinda swore off dating while I got my shit together, and now…” he looks at Naruto curled up on the couch “I don’t know how it’d work. I’m too busy.” Genma nods,

“I feel that. I don’t know how Gekko does it.” They both turn to look a Hayate who blushes.

“I don’t know either guys,” he shakes his head and sighs “I guess with the right person…” both Iruka and Genma make identical disgusted noises at him and his dreamy expression. They dissolve into laughter.

XXX

They wind up at Ichiraku Ramen after career day. Genma explaining to Iruka how it went while Hayate blushes into his bowl of Ramen. The kids loved him. They tease Hayate for going full ‘Officer Friendly’ on the class. Genma grumbles about needing to step up his game, declaring he's going to take up magic or something. None of the kids were as impressed with him as they were with Hayate. The only one he managed to charm was the teacher and Iruka nearly falls off his chair laughing when Genma claims the teacher gave him her number as they left.

Naruto excitedly tells Iruka how the other kids said he was ‘cool’ because he knew the police and lets Genma ruffle his hair. Iruka hopes it helps prevent the bullying, even a little. He can’t thank the officers enough but they waive off his offers to pick up the check. Teuchi beams at them as he sets down more ramen.

“Say, Iruka-nii?” Naruto asks pushing around the food in his bowl nervously.

“Yes Naruto-kun?” He answers, tuning out Hayate and Genma’s banter.

“Can we come here for my birthday?” He looks up at Iruka nervously with his big blue eyes and Iruka silently agrees with Hayate’s assessment how can you say no to that face?

“Of course we can,” he says firmly then pauses and scratches his nose “when is your birthday anyway?” he asks sheepishly.

XXX

“This is Asuma”

“More like Ass-uma. Your girl keeping you too busy for me?” Iruka teases.

“Iruka! Are you safe?” his friend greets him jovially.

“Yes, I’m safe. Busy, but safe.” he laughs.

“Good, good,” there’s a pause “how’s the kid?” Iruka smiles.

“He’s good. He’s really good. That’s actually why I called. We’re having a birthday party for him next week. You should come. I-” he sighs “I want you to come, if you can. It’d mean a lot…” he puts quietly.

“You’re serious about this” its a statement.

“Yes” Iruka agrees resolutely, he hears Asuma let out a long breath. Iruka wonders if he’s smoking.

“Then of course I’ll be there.” Iruka’s eyes well up and he smiles again.

“I’ll text you the details! Invite that scary attorney of yours along if you like,” he laughs “she’ll terrify my police friends.” Asuma chuckles and agrees. They chat for a bit longer before Asuma has to go. Iruka hugs himself, elated that his friend is finally coming around and a little worried that the two won’t like eachother.

XXX

Teuchi lets Iruka put up streamers and balloons in his store.
He picks up Naruto from school and laughs at Naruto’s excited gasp when he sees the decorations. Genma and Hayate show up right on time in plain clothes, it’s the first time Iruka’s ever seen them out of uniform. Hayate brings his girlfriend, Yugao, and he’s delighted to finally meet her. She’s also an officer but works in a different district. They chat for a bit and tease Hayate about his soft-spot for kids. Then Asuma and Kurenai arrive and Iruka makes introductions.

Naruto asks Asuma a million questions about his beard and Kurenai and Iruka laugh at his expense. When Naruto asks if he’s a pirate, Asuma's denies it, flustered, and explains about his job ‘putting bad guys away and getting people the help they need.’ Naruto is convinced he’s a superhero. Genma jokes about being upstaged by lawyers while Naruto talks their ear off about the superhero cartoon he watches.

Teuchi presents Naruto with a bowl overflowing with his favorite toppings with a little birthday candle on top. They all wish him a happy birthday and he clings to Iruka to hide his tears before declaring that

“This is the best birthday ever! Believe it!” and blowing out the candle.

Genma and Hayate present him with a book about Famous Pirates and he’s so excited he starts reading them fun facts aloud. Then Asuma pulls a gift out of nowhere (surprising everyone) and gifts him a little wind-up hopping frog toy. Naruto gives Asuma a thank you hug that makes his whole face turn red. Iruka laughs at him. Naruto starts hopping around and pretending to be a frog while the adults chat. Iruka secretly relieved that his friends all seem to like eachother. By the end of the night Naruto has eaten himself into a food coma and climbs into Iruka’s lap to fall asleep. Iruka feels like he’s radiating happiness.

Asuma .

“I’m glad I came” Asuma tells him, smiling softly at them. Iruka returns the sentiment, thanking them all for coming.

“He’s charming.” Kurenai says, with a soft smile of her own.

“Right!? I can see what all the fuss is about.” Yugao comments with a pointed look at Hayate.

“He’s a good kid!” Hayate claims defensively.

“Hes the best kid” Iruka states matter-of-factly and kisses the top of his head. His friends take the decorations down and Genma offers to walk them back to his apartment. They all say their goodbyes, Naruto waking up briefly to groggily wave over Iruka’s shoulder before tucking himself back into his neck and snoring.

He feels a little bad making Genma walk him all the way back but Genma just scoffs and tells him ‘that’s what are friends for’ and Iruka wonders what he ever did to deserve such good friends.

Mizuki is waiting by his apartment door.

“Oh, I was just about to text you!” he says when he sees them come up the stairs.

“Mizuki! What are you doing here?” Iruka asks flabbergasted, trying not to wake Naruto.

“I had some good news and wanted to celebrate.” Mizuki tells him with his toothy grin, he looks over Iruka’s shoulder at Genma and his smile cools.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asks looking back at Iruka with something close to an accusation.

“No, not like that. We were celebrating Naruto’s birthday. You remember Genma.” Mizuki’s eyes bounce between Genma, the balloons, and sleeping kid.

“Right, the officer from the block party. I didn’t realize you actually knew eachother.” He grins friendly at Genma, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. Iruka shifts his hold on Naruto and digs for his keys.

“I can take it from here officer.” Mizuki claims.

“No thanks, I want to make sure my charges make it in safe and sound.” Genma fake-smiles back and holds up the bag of leftovers he’s carrying.

“I can see to that.” Mizuki makes to grab the bag from him, but Genma pulls it out of his reach.

“Like I said, No Thanks. What kind of officer would I be if I didn’t see the job through to the end? Protect & Serve, right?” He stares Mizuki down, still smiling.

“Right.” Mizuki huffs and backs down just as Iruka manages to get the door open, Genma steps around Mizuki and follows him inside.

“Its good to see you Mizuki, but its been a long night. I’ll call you tomorrow?” Iruka looks at him with a tired smile.

“I’ll be waiting-” Mizuki responds as Genma shuts the door in his face.

“Genma!” Iruka admonishes quietly as he lays Naruto down on the couch and starts taking off the kids shoes. Genma moves to the kitchen to put the leftovers in the fridge.

“What? That was weird. Does he do that a lot? Show up unannounced, I mean.” He asks genuinely concerned.

“That’s no excuse to be rude and no he doesn’t!” Iruka tells him. Genma looks unconvinced.

“Being polite all the time can get you into trouble,” he grumbles “Where do you want the balloons?” Iruka gestures to the table.

“On the chair if you don’t mind. I would appreciate it if you didn’t chase off my friends.” Genma ties the balloons to the chair that Naruto usually sits in and huffs.

“If he’s your friend why wasn’t he at the party?” Genma asks and Iruka flushes, indignant.

“He doesn’t know Naruto yet.” he pulls the blankets up to Naruto’s chin.

“Neither did Yugao. Or your friends Kurenai and Asuma who I know you invited specifically to meet him. This guy’s known you, what? At least the same amount of time I have. How come he doesn’t know Naruto?” Iruka sputters,

“It’s not like- He doesn’t- It’s different” but he fails to mount a defense. Genma holds up his hands in surrender.

“I’ll drop it, but consider it, ok? There’s probably a reason you’re keeping this guy away.” He looks to the door and frowns. “He didn’t even acknowledge the kid.” Iruka has no response.

XXX

Naruto draws a picture of the party and presents it to him shyly as they walk home from school one afternoon the following week. Iruka sends a photo of it hanging on his fridge to the new group chat.

A few weeks later he notices Hayate has it saved it as his lock-screen.

Chapter Text

“What are you going to do?” Asuma asks over noodles one night. He’d taken to coming over with Ichiraku take-out and letting Naruto trounce him at Street Fighter while Iruka studied for his finals

“What do you mean?” Iruka asks, looking over at him.

“Say his guardian finally comes out of the woodwork or CPS actually decides to investigate any of the numerous complaints you’ve filed. What are you going to do?” Iruka looks away guiltily. He’d been avoiding thinking about it. The more attached he felt the more he avoided the fact he had no actual claim over Naruto. Of course, Asuma being practical, would know this and be the one to ask. They sat in silence, Asuma staring Iruka down and Iruka avoiding his eyes. Asuma sighs and goes back to eating.

“You know,” he pauses between bites “you could always become a foster parent.” Iruka flinches at the suggestion. He hates the foster system, he hates thinking about his time in the system. He opens his mouth to reply but Asuma holds up a hand to stop him.

“Hear me out, If you became a licensed foster parent, you could fight to keep Naruto in your custody if anyone tried to take him away. I’ve been looking into it. Right now you have no grounds to keep him. With a license you do.” He pulls out an informational packet from his bag and sets it on the table between them.

“Just think about it. You-” he sighs “you know I’d represent you if it came down to it, right?” Iruka looks between the packet of papers on the table and Asuma’s earnest face and feels hot tears well up in his eyes.

“Asuma, you-” his face scrunches up with emotion “you big ol’ SOFTY!” he shouts and stands up abruptly, the tears escaping down his face. Naruto whips his head around at the noise and points an accusing finger at Asuma

“OJI-SAN YOU BETTER NOT BE MAKING IRUKA-NII CRY” he shouts and rushes over to his defense. Karate-chopping Asuma’s knees while the man holds up his hands trying to placate the two of them. Iruka stalks around the table and crushes them both together in a hug.

“I can’t believe you’ve looked into it.” Iruka says as Naruto fights against him, claiming to be suffocating.

“You said you were serious about this. I’ve never known you give up once you’ve put your mind to something.” Asuma replies weakly, patting him awkwardly on the back. Iruka huffs and gives them a squeeze before releasing them from his hug. Naruto pretends to faint, sliding down to the floor and complaining that Iruka squeezed him to death. Iruka blows his nose while Asuma offers to revive Naruto with cookies for dessert.

XXX

He passes his finals with flying colors. His professors inviting him to TA for them or consider coming back to talk to their classes next year. The school he was student teaching at throws him a goodbye party and jokes about poaching him, all but begging him to come back after he graduates. He doesn’t know what to do with the attention. Genma invites him out to celebrate telling him privately that Hayate needs a distraction. They meet up at Ichiraku Ramen.

Hayate looks worse for the wear and barely touches his food. His eyes seem baggier than usual, like he’s not been sleeping, and to top it off he’s developed a cough. Iruka shares a concerned glance with Genma and asks what happened. Genma sighs,

“You know we can’t discuss the details of ongoing-” Genma starts but Hayate cuts him off.

“It’s the kid.” he says roughly, hiding his face in his hands. And Genma throws up his hands in exasperation.

“The one that was found in the park?” Iruka clarifies and Hayate nods. Genma stands up and pats Naruto’s back, indicating he should get off his stool, saying

“Come on kid, lets go get some ice cream. You don’t need to hear this.” Naruto looks to Iruka for permission and he nods. Naruto whoops and pulls Genma out of the store. Iruka turns back to Hayate.

“It’s like he didn’t exist at all. The forensics lab couldn’t give us anything. Not a suspected weapon used or whether or not the kid was a-assaulted. Not even a dental record!” He bangs his fist on the table and Iruka puts a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“What’s more, there aren’t any reported missing children. None at all. I mean I had to go back six years to find the last report. How is that even possible? No kids missing in six years? Something fishy is going on there.” He looks at Iruka.

“I got into it with my boss. They don’t want me poking my nose in it. It’s not my district, it’s not my case. But I can’t help but thinking of Naruto, where he was at before you- you-” he gestured vaguely “No one would have reported him missing. It would be easy enough to erase him from databases if no one was looking. Hell, I’m half convinced he’s not even in any databases. But I can’t get the clearance to look!” He sighs,

“It all just seems too convenient.” Iruka pats his shoulder and nods in agreement.

“What are we even doing if we can’t even keep our kids safe.” Hayate rubs his bruised eyes defeated. Iruka can tell he’s trying hard to hold himself together.

“You are keeping them safe,” he assures his friend “Do you remember what you asked me the first time we met? You asked if ‘the kid’ was ok. Sometimes that’s enough. Caring enough about it to ask the questions and keep asking until you get answers. Don’t give up on this Hayate. I think you’re onto something here.”

“’ts not my job, ’m not a detective” Hayate mumbles into his hands.

“Fuck you, its everyone’s job. If you live in a community you have a civic responsibility to the well being of your neighbors. You know what else you said to me? you’re the best line of defense that kid has” Hayate glares at him red-eyed Iruka stares back determined.

“Ugh, this sucks.” he sighs and lets his head fall to thunk on the counter. Iruka pats his back sympathetic.

Genma and Naruto return not long after with ice cream and Hayate asks the kid what he wants from Santa. Their hearts collectively break when Naruto asks:

“Who’s Santa?”

They explain the lore to a skeptical Naruto on the walk back to the apartment.

XXX

Later that week Iruka encourages Naruto write a letter to Santa, and even though Naruto insists he's not real, he writes one anyway. Iruka promises to mail it. 

He reads it and immediately signs up for the next available fostering course.

DeaR Satan-Sama

If you're Real hoW come you've never gotten me presents before? It's ok if you foRgot People forget me sometime.

This year I want Ramen ^please one boWL for every year you've missed!

IruKa-Nii says you're magic I think he's lying but if you are can you give me some paRents so the kids wont be mean to me anymore

oR will you make IruKa-Nii my dad?

Then I'D really believe you.

ThanKs

NARUTO

XXX

They set out cookies and milk for Santa, and hung a stocking from the windowsill (Genma claiming that’s how he got into houses without chimneys). Naruto drew a tree on a piece of cardboard and they put it up in the broken window and taped a string of lights to it. It wasn’t a hallmark card but Naruto’s eyes shone with excitement when it started to snow, and Iruka hoped it was at least a little magical. He snuck around at 4am to stuff the stocking full of candy and Ichiraku gift cards. He ate a cookie as he dumped the milk out and put the dishes in the sink (because Asuma had insisted Santa knew how to clean up after himself).

He was woken up two hours later by a very excited Naruto dumping out his goodies on Iruka’s bed and showing him excitedly the dishes in the sink and counting out all seven of his gift cards over breakfast because Santa had gotten his message after all. They spent the day eating candy and watching old holiday movies on TV. Only changing out of their pajamas in the afternoon to go to Hayate and Genma’s holiday party.

Naruto insisted on taking the gift cards with them and stuffed them carefully into his frog-shaped wallet while Iruka got him bundled up.

As soon as Genma opened the door for them (wearing the ugliest holiday sweater Iruka had ever seen) Naruto shocked everyone by holding up his wallet and loudly announcing he was treating them all to ramen next time (believe it!) because Santa-sama had brought him gift cards. Hayate laughed himself into a coughing fit and Naruto insisted on counting them out for him to prove that he could. The adults in the room (half of whom had bought the gift cards) were charmed by his adorable and selfless declaration. Yugao pulling the squirming kid into a tight hug.

They spent the night playing board games and laughing with Konoha’s finest (Naruto, it turned out, was terrible at board games because he was just happy to be included and didn’t care at all about winning).

At the end of the night Iwashi jokingly pretended to kidnap Naruto as he headed out, throwing the giggling child over his shoulder and claiming that he was going to adopt him. Naruto squealed and begged Iruka to save him. Saying that if anyone was going to adopt him it would be his Iruka-nii-chan, and Iruka’s face flamed. Iwashi pretended to be heartbroken and made them promise to come to the Spring Inter-Departmental Kickball Tournament so Naruto could be their mascot.

“-with you cheering us on, how could we lose?” he asked seriously.
Genma agreed saying it would be good fun as he helped Naruto into his coat. Hayate handed him his frog-wallet, reminding him that he’s buying next time with a wink.

As they crunched their way home through the light snow, Iruka thought to himself that it was the best holiday he’d ever had. As he tucked Naruto in that night, Naruto asked him sleepily if they could do it all again tomorrow. Iruka’s heart squeezed (in that funny way it tended to do around Naruto) and he pinky-promised they would spend the holiday together again next year.

Chapter Text

The spring semester promises to be Iruka's most difficult yet. He signs up for extra classes and a capstone course. His advisor enthusiastically pointing out he’s on track to graduate Cum Laude if he continues to pass with straight A’s. He tries not to cave under the pressure. It’s stressful but he’s too busy to be stressed about it. Naruto constantly distracting him with his cheerful antics.

He still insists on walking Naruto to and from school everyday, lecturing about time management and the importance of routine for kids his age. Reminding him that they have to look out for eachother. Naruto pretends not to care telling him flippantly he can ‘do what he likes’ but his ears turn red as he says it and his face lights up every afternoon when he sees Iruka waiting for him with the other parents.
One day he’s late. He runs all the way to the school to find Naruto sitting on the schoolyard swing all alone looking so terribly tragic it makes Iruka’s heart break. Naruto yells at him angrily and tries to storm off, insisting he doesn’t need Iruka to walk him home, but Iruka catches him and pulls him into a hug. Apologizing profusely. Explaining he wasn’t forgotten, the bus was just running late. Naruto still looks close to tears but forgives him, scolding him all the way home about time management (repeating Iruka’s lessons back to him) and Iruka has never felt more proud.

XXX

Mizuki meets him outside of his class almost every morning with coffee. He’s so stressed and it’s such a welcome surprise, Iruka forgets that he never told Mizuki his class schedule. He encourages Iruka’s studies and tells him he could probably teach at the university if he wanted. Iruka is appropriately flattered but focuses on just making it to graduation.

Iruka feels they’ve finally found a balance. Mizuki no longer flirting so much or asking him out at every opportunity and consequently Iruka feels like he can relax around him now in a way he couldn’t before. They talk more. He emphasizes how busy he is with his courses this semester and hems and haws noncommittally about his summer plans. Mizuki talks about his teaching plans and administrative bureaucracy.

They don’t talk about Naruto.

xxx

Iruka is in the middle of his Learning and Cognition class when he gets a call from Naruto’s school. He had saved the number to make it easier to file complaints and feels a well of panic rise as he reads the caller ID. He immediately steps out into the hall to answer.

“Hello, I’m calling for a Mr. Iruka Umino.” says a curt, professional voice

“Speaking” Iruka replies, equally as curt and professional.

“This is [Secretary] at Leafview Elementary. Unfortunately there has been an incident at the school today involving your child, Naruto. Would you or Mrs. Umino be able to come down and pick him up within the next hour? We can discuss the incident further in person.” Iruka feels his chest tighten and face start to numb. He forces himself to breathe.

“Is Naruto injured?” He asks first.

“Naruto has sustained some minor injuries that have been treated by the school nurse. We can only discuss the details in person, I’m afraid.” The curt professional voice didn’t sound very afraid at all. Iruka was looking forward to changing that.

“Is Naruto there? I’d like to speak with him. Please put him on the phone.” He demands as politely as he can manage.

“He’s here in my office. I can’t put him on the phone but if you are able to come to the-” Iruka cut her off, voice cool and dangerous.

“Either you put him on the phone right now or I’m going to show up with my lawyers and half the Konoha police force and report your school to the department of educational services for willful endangerment of a minor. Which will effectively shut down your school for the rest of the week while each teacher is investigated. If that’s not how you’d like to spend the rest of your week: Put. Him. On. The. Phone.” he hears shuffling on the other end of the line and waits. Turning around only to see three freshmen staring at him in awe. He smiles sheepishly at them and moves further down the hallway.

Naruto’s voice came through, small and worried.

“Iruka-nii?”

“Naruto-kun!? Are you safe?” Iruka asked trying to keep the panic out of his voice.

“Yeah yeah but Iruka-nii will you come pick me up? This mean old lady says I need to go home.” and Iruka let out a sigh of relief. Naruto was being petulant, which is a good sign, but his voice still had a trace of the fear he gets when he’s in trouble.

“I’m on my way, tell her I’ll be there in 20 minutes ok?” he hears Naruto relay the message

“I’ll be there soon.” he tells Naruto who mm-hmms and hangs up.

He gets his bag from the classroom, apologizing to the professor and explaining there is a family emergency as he leaves. The whole class wishes him well and he waves off their concerns as he rushes out.

He just manages to catch the bus in time and runs the rest of the way to the school arriving five minutes earlier than he expected. He composes himself before walking in, fixing his face so he doesn’t scare any kids.

He sees Naruto sitting in the office and goes straight to him, ignoring the secretary as she greets him with a clipped “Mr. Umino-” He kneels in front of a nervous Naruto and takes stock of his split lip and the bruise blooming on his cheek underneath the ice-pack he’s holding to it. He meets Naruto’s eyes and asks gently

“Was it the same kids again?” Naruto nods and Iruka curses under his breath.

“Will you tell me what happened?” Naruto opens his mouth to answer when the secretary cuts in-

“I can tell you the official-” Iruka glares up at her and cuts her off,

“I asked Naruto and I’d like to hear it from him if you don’t mind.” He tells her sternly in his best no-nonsense voice. She looks abashed and he tries to remind himself she’s only doing her job.

“If you want something to do, go ask the principal if he’s available. I’m going to want a word with him” he adds darkly. It makes Naruto straighten up from his slouch as she runs off. He sighs and tries to gentle his face again before turning back to Naruto.

“Iruka-nii-chan, you’re being scary…” Naruto tells him with a nervous chuckle.

“I’m sorry Naruto-kun, I’m just worried about you is all” he brushes Naruto’s bangs off his forehead “You’re not in trouble. Will you tell me what happened?”

Naruto nods and tells him about the boys that cornered him on the playground and pushed him down. How he lost his temper and tried to punch the kid who kept insisting Iruka-nii wasn’t his real family and didn’t actually like him. How the kids teamed up on him and held him down to hit him before the teacher came over and yelled at them all for fighting.

Iruka’s blood boiled and he felt like steam would start pouring out of his ears. He took a steadying breath and checked Naruto’s bruised knuckles. Making sure he hadn’t broken his hand trying to hit anyone. He silently wonders if he should teach the kid how to properly throw a punch, then puts a pin in that thought.

“Mr. Umino?” a voice called from behind him. He looked around to see who he assumed was the principal next to a hastily retreating secretary. Iruka put the ice pack back on Naruto’s cheek.

“Will you be ok out here while I talk to him?” he asked Naruto who nodded. Iruka patted his knee and stood up. Shaking hands with the gentleman who introduced himself and led them back to his office.

“I must say this is unusual. Usually it’s an old man who comes for Naruto.” the principal half-smiles. “I’ve never met him officially myself, he doesn’t linger. Are you Naruto’s brother?” He questions.

“I’m currently overseeing his care.” Iruka states vaguely, taking a seat. The principal hums at his answer and sits at his desk.

“I’d like to discuss the ongoing harassment and abuse Naruto has been experiencing while under your care here at Leafview, that preceded today’s incident.” Iruka pins him with a hard stare and watches the half-smile slip.

“Ahhh, I thought you sounded familiar. You’re the one who keeps calling.” The principal states steepling his fingers on the desk.

“What measures have been implemented by your administration to prevent the attacks against Naruto by his peers. How can you assure me he will be safe here going forward?” Iruka demanded, a little dismayed by the principal’s unconcerned air.

“I apologize Mr. Umino, but I cannot discuss the safety protocols and regulations of this school with you.” The principal states with an air of finality.

“What!? Naruto is bleeding in the front office because your administration refuses to acknowledge he’s being bullied and take the proper preventative measures; or implement any of the suggestions I’ve made over the last six months regarding the matter!” Iruka fumes.

“I understand you’re upset. I can tell you really care for the child, Mr. Umino,” the principal states “but I can only discuss this matter with the child’s legal guardian or approved parties, which you are not.” All the wind abandons Iruka’s sails and he slumps forward in his chair. He rubs his face in his hands, inwardly cursing the bureaucracy, then stills as a thought breezes by. He looks up at the principal, staring him down and setting his jaw.

“Prove it.” he demands. The principal blinks, surprised.

“Excuse me?”

“Prove. It.” Iruka repeats “How do you know I’m not his guardian. You said yourself you’ve never met them.”

“Mr. Umino, you understand that-”

“No. No I don’t understand. You’re sitting there trying to tell me that kid out there isn’t mine when I’m the only one here looking out for him. Pull up his file right now and give me the name of whoever’s ‘supposed’ to be here then.” Iruka gestures to the computer on the man’s desk. The principal fidgets.

“You can’t, can you,” Iruka breathes out, his eyes narrowing. The principal clears his throat

“Mr. Umino I-”

“Show me.” He stands up and moves to the desk. The principal sputters,

“You can’t just-” Iruka has had enough and finds that, right now, he can just. He feels as though his anger is radiating from him in a toxic miasma. He hopes the principal chokes on it as he grinds his teeth together. He pulls out his phone.

“Either you can prove I’m not Naruto’s guardian and call the police on me for trespassing, or you show me his file and I don’t call the police on you right now for your negligence” he grits out dangerously. The principal pales and logs in to his computer. It’s already open to Naruto’s file. Iruka looks for a guardians name but it’s blank.

The whole file is blank.

It consists of just his name:Naruto Uzimaki and current grade: 2nd. It doesn’t even have his birthday. All his anger crystallizes and shatters as fear slices through Iruka straight to his core. He snaps a few photos with his phone and looks pointedly at the principal.

“You are going to print me a copy of this and then you are going to report this to CPS.” He writes down his number on a post-it with a shaky hand.

“If you don’t, then I will. I expect a copy of the report number in no more than two hours, and nobody else needs to know about this.” The principal nods and takes his number then hastens to print the report. Iruka sends the photo he took to Hayate with the caption <you were right>
With the report in hand he see’s himself out with a “Two hours Mr. [Principal], no later.”

Naruto stands up as he comes back. He tries to hide his scary face and bury his nerves as he takes Naruto’s hand.
“Ready to go?” he asks and Naruto agrees.

On the walk back Naruto asks him if he was ok because ‘being called to the principal’s office is scary.’ Iruka smiles down at the kid’s bruised face and assures him he’s fine, whispering conspiratorially that the principal was more afraid of him than the other way around and Naruto laughs.

“How come the other kids weren’t in the office with you?” Iruka asks “Did they not get in trouble?” Naruto shook his head.

“The teacher wrote them up for fighting, they have to come in for a meeting with her after school for couns-ling or something. She told me I was going home ‘cus I got hurt.” Iruka scratched his nose feeling a little vindicated that the teacher seemed to be taking it seriously at least.
He thought of Naruto’s blank file and pulled him closer.

“Did you tell them to call me?” He asks draping himself over the kid with an exaggerated sigh while Naruto giggled and tried to escape.

“I was worried they were going to call the Old Man again but when they asked me for his number and I gave them yours instead” Naruto gave him a mischievous grin and Iruka is once again glad he made the kid memorize his number.

“Good job,” he tells him with a squeeze “being scary makes me hungry,” he complains “Want to get Ichiraku?” Naruto let out a whoop and agreed. Grabbing Iruka’s hand and dragging him toward the Ramen shop.

XXX

Hayate and Genma meet them there while Naruto’s in the middle of his second bowl. They fuss over Naruto’s bruises as he tells them an embellished version of how he got them. After he’s finished, Iruka passes over the file to them and explains (unembellished) how he got it. Genma whistles low,

“Damn, Iruka, you’re scary when you’re mad.” Naruto agrees,

“You should’ve seen his face, it was all” he pulls a scary face and Iruka rebukes him, flustered.

“I didn’t look like that.” Naruto and Genma share a look, unconvinced. Iruka’s phone pings. He opens the message from an unknown number to a report number and link and passes the phone over to Hayate who writes it down.

“I can double check this for you, I want to stop by their office.” He checks the time.

“I bet we can catch him before the school day ends” Genma comments, guessing his train of thought. Hayate nods and they leave to question the principal. Patting them on the back and telling them both to stay out of trouble.

Iruka can only hope that something comes of it.

XXX

[Photograph of uniformed police setting up tape boundaries at the park. Playground structure visible in the background]

| SECOND CHILD FOUND DEAD |
City Council Refuses Meetings As Safety Concerns Rise
Another mutilated child was found in a playground by Uniformed Patrol Officers this past week. A note allegedly pinned to the child’s clothes reads:
[All things with a form will eventually perish]

“No Comment” said City Council-Members when asked at this week’s press conference. Local parents and public figures have expressed concerns that the Council should be doing more. Many have turned to Police Chief Danzo for leadership as he assured public that the “...Finest officers are on the streets on increased Patrol…” and “...the Detectives are working tirelessly to provide answers…” he claimed at a special press briefing last Tuesday. A source in the Police Department, who wishes to remain anonymous, claims that these murders are “...eerily similar…” to those of the Snake of Konoha nearly 20 years ago. The Snake terrorized Konohagakure for several years with estimated death toll of over 20 children missing and murdered. Though the killer was never identified the lead suspect, Dr. Orochimaru (then head of Konoha’s CPS) was incarcerated for malpractice around the same time the murders stopped. This lead many to believe he was the killer. The cases remain unresolved and Dr. Orochimaru has been confirmed by Chief Danzo to still be in custody.
The Konoha Police Department asks any citizens who have information regarding the investigation please call the KPD tip hotline [XXX-XXXX]

XXX

Hayate and Genma come over to Iruka’s apartment the evening the second body was found. Hayate seems to be taking the news hard and brought a little metal “friendship bracelet” for Naruto that has the boy’s name engraved on it. Naruto is thrilled and as Hayate clips it on his tiny wrist, the officer makes him promise to never take it off. Naruto clutches his arm to his chest and swears so earnestly Iruka can hear Hayate’s heart break from across the room.

Genma tells Iruka that they’ll need to put their investigation of Naruto’s file on hold for the time being. Lamenting that the Spring Inter-Departmental Kickball Tournament has been canceled yet again as all the officers were called to work overtime on patrols while the investigation is ongoing. The department is still short staffed. There are rumors that the city council is preventing them from hiring more officers.

Iruka understands, he notes how tired his friends look and wishes he could do more to help them.

He convinces them to stay for dinner.

X

After they leave, Iruka sits Naruto down and has a Serious Talk with him about the Danger and goes over What To Do in case of a Situation. Naruto is receptive, insisting Iruka needs to be safe too. He’s uncomfortably adept at spotting the danger in Iruka’s practice scenarios, referring to it as his ‘ninja skills.’ Iruka knows enough to infer it’s probably from experience and it makes his heart squeeze in his chest.

Later that week, Asuma slips him a flier for children’s after-school self defense classes.

XXX

The gym has glowing reviews online and offers summer martial arts classes as well. Iruka doesn’t hesitate to enroll Naruto in both. He had been wanting to sign him up for a sport for awhile, the discipline and exercise good for his hyperactivity and focus. He secretly hopes it might prevent some bullying, and that Naruto might finally makes some friends. He puts himself down as ‘guardian’ as Naruto’s emergency contact and hopes no one will look closely enough to question it.

Convincing Naruto that he’s going to start ‘ninja training’ twice a week is easy enough. The kid’s ecstatic.

The gym owner is a lively man in a green track suit and wheelchair. Asuma claimed to know him and that he was an eccentric man but could absolutely be trusted. It made Iruka feel better but nothing could’ve prepared him to actually meet the man.

He watches, stunned, as the man does a cartwheel down the ramp and poses, muscles flexing. It dawns on Iruka that this is probably the buffest man he will ever meet in his entire life. Naruto is equally star-struck. The man introduces himself as ‘the Mighty Guy’ and promises him that his child is in good hands. Seemingly incapable of talking at what Iruka would consider a ‘reasonable volume’ he goes on, waxing poetic about the responsibility of protecting the youth. It’s unusual but Iruka can tell he means every word. He tells Naruto to behave himself and listen to ‘Guy-sensei’ then parks himself at the cafe across the street to do his homework.

The next week, Mizuki begins meeting him there to study, but he never stays after Naruto’s class lets out. Iruka doesn’t blame him. Naruto has been talking everyone’s ear off about his awesome ‘ninja-training’ and goading his friends into ‘demonstrations’ that usually consisted of Naruto punching them in the crotch as hard as he could and running away.

Asuma still hadn’t forgiven him for laughing.

XXX

He finishes his foster-care online course but finds that he can’t get licensed without a home inspection. He knows his shitty one-bedroom will not meet their standards, especially the ‘separate room with a door that closes.’ Iruka feels strangled by all the red tape keeping him from Naruto. He vents his frustrations to Asuma.

His lease is up for renewal and he talks about trying to find a shitty two-bedroom instead but they can’t find anything nearby that’ll pass an inspection.

“I’m not going to move away from him.” Iruka insists.

“I wouldn’t expect you to” Asuma responds calm and steady.

They agree to revisit it after he graduates and gets a steady teaching position.

He renews his lease.

Chapter Text

Iruka graduates, Cum Lade, two weeks before his birthday. He won several awards and recognitions, including a prestigious New Teacher Award he didn’t even remember being eligible for. They expected him to give a speech at the school ceremony but he blows them off. Instead he buys cupcakes and eats them at Ichiraku with Naruto and Teuchi. Asuma stops by, pulling him into a bear hug and whispering ‘you did it’ so proudly until Iruka’s wiping his happy tears on Asuma’s shoulder. Genma sends him a video from the district 4 break room of Hayate, Iwashi, and a few other officers he recognizes from their holiday party congratulating him and wishing him well.

Mizuki shows up just as they’re about to leave.

He congratulates Iruka, pulling him in for and uncomfortably close hug and jokingly takes credit for his success- what with all the studying they did together. Iruka smiles, humoring him, surprised that he showed up (uninvited) again. He explains that they were about to head out and Mizuki sweetly offers to walk him home.

Asuma reads the tension in Iruka’s shoulders and his fake smiles and offers to stay and walk them home instead. Iruka is embarrassed by the whole situation. He tells Asuma its fine and insists they’ll be ok. Asuma makes him promise to call when he gets home, shooting his best Scary-Older-Brother glare at Mizuki as they part ways.

XXX

They walk back to Iruka’s apartment, Iruka carrying Naruto on his back. The kid is strangely quiet, clinging to Iruka and sending dirty looks over his shoulder at the interloper. Mizuki tries to goad him into ‘letting the brat walk on his own’ and Iruka huffs starting to get annoyed. Naruto only lets himself be carried when he’s tired, and he knows that he’ll probably grow out of it one day. He wonders to himself what it says about him that he’s already sad just knowing that day will come. He changes the subject.
He lets Mizuki ramble about ‘their’ summer plans, only half-listening, but his mind stutters when he hears Mizuki making an off-hand comment about Iruka having ‘free time for a relationship now.’ He analyzes their interactions over the past semester and realizes that what he thought was friendship with Mizuki was actually just the man waiting. His face flushes.
He feels like a fool.

He pauses outside their apartment building and sends the sleepy Naruto inside without him. The kid hesitates, glancing nervously between him and Mizuki, but Iruka insists.

Mizuki misreads the action, saying “Finally” with a roll of his eyes and grabs for Iruka’s hand.

Iruka yanks his hand out of Mizuki’s grip and steps out of his reach. Steeling himself for the conversation ahead.

“I’m not interested in dating you Mizuki” he states firmly.

“I know you don’t want to hear this and I’m not trying to be mean, but I’ve never been interested in you like that, and never will be.” Mizuki’s face falls for a second before he smiles, all teeth, bordering on dangerous.

“Come on Iruka, stop playing around. I’m getting tired of your games” he says taking a step towards Iruka and crowding his space again. He reaches for his face. Iruka smacks his hand away saying

“Don’t-” and takes another step back, fixing him with a stony glare, “You’ve been a good friend Mizuki, but that’s all we are. I need you to hear me. We are just friends.”

“Just friends!” Mizuki spits, anger eating away at his smile “after everything I’ve done for you! You think I’d do any of this to be friends!”  Iruka takes a calming breath. His hands starting to shake, but refusing to cower in the face of Mizuki’s anger.

“I never asked for your help!” he bites back sharply “I’m sorry if I ever gave you the wrong impression of our relationship. I’m flattered but-” Mizuki cuts him off,

“FLATTERED!? You should be more than flattered!” Iruka grimaces and continues, shouting over him-

“-BUT, Naruto is my priority, always will be.”

“That stupid BRAT!?!”

“Don’t CALL him that! I know you don’t like him, You’ve NEVER liked him. That’s why this won’t work Mizuki!”

Mizuki sputters, but Iruka plows on,

“I only have space in my life for people who can support me and accept the child I care for.” Iruka tells him, his shaking hands fisting at his sides.

“I can’t believe you. I don’t Believe This! I thought you were smart Iruka! He’s just a stupid pet project you’re using to make yourself feel better! Don’t tell me you would actually choose that fucking monster over me!” Iruka looses his cool,

“It’s not like it’s a hard choice. Let’s not kid ourselves Mizuki, you were never even an option” he snaps coolly and immediately regrets it. He opens his mouth to apologize but swallows it at the look on Mizuki’s face. He feels his stomach turn queasy and prepares to defend himself. Standing his ground and refusing to take another step back as Mizuki gets in his face again.

“That fucking brat is ruining you, Iruka. He’s only going to destroy everything you’ve worked for! We belong together. You know this.” he traces the scar on Iruka’s cheek making him flinch.

“That’s enough” he pushes Mizuki away “Go home Mizuki. Don’t contact me again.” Mizuki looks furious, he raises his hand as if to strike and Iruka tenses, but Mizuki lowers it again. Breathing heavy.

“Don’t test me, Iruka. You’ll regret this. You’ll see.” His face falls for a second into cold fury before being replaced once again with a sadistic grin. Iruka feels a little bad for him but mostly angry. Angry at Mizuki’s assumptions, and angry at himself for letting things get so far.

“Good night, Iruka.” Mizuki says calmly, the undercurrent of danger still palatable. Then he turns and walks away. Iruka watches him go, crossing his arms and doing his breathing exercises. In for four seconds...hold for four seconds… He hears the door behind him and turns expecting Naruto. Instead he sees one of his second floor neighbors poking their head out at him.

“You ok? That guy leave?” He asks. Iruka nods,

“Yes, sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you.” The guy shrugs and comes around the door, Iruka sees he’s holding a baseball bat.

“No worries. We heard you shouting, saw that guy almost hit you,” he points up to his window. Iruka looks to see faces peering through the curtain, “Wanted to make sure you were alright.” Iruka smiles weakly, touched by the sentiment.

“Thank you” he tells him earnestly “I handled it though” he huffs trying to smile. His neighbor nods.

“You’re tough. Don’t think I would’ve stayed that cool.” and Iruka actually laughs.

“I should go inside.” He says and the neighbor nods and holds the door open for him.

“You’re the one with the kid, right? I’ve seen you around...” the guy comments as they walk up the stairs. Iruka affirms. The faces are waiting for him at their apartment door.

“If we see that guy around again, we’ll break his knees.” One of them says. Iruka smiles, uneasy, and thanks them, unsure how else to respond. Then bids them goodnight and heads up the stairs to his own apartment.

Naruto (having stolen Iruka’s phone) is already on a call with Asuma when Iruka walks in. Iruka hears the kid complaining about ‘the creep’ and asking if his oji-san will come over and scare him away. He spends the better part of an hour exasperatedly assuring Asuma he’s fine, he handled things with ‘the creep,’ and no, Asuma does not need to come over. He’s equal parts touched and mortified when Naruto sleepily grouches that they need to look out for eachother.

XXX

Later in the week, Hayate and Genma are concerned when he tells them about the confrontation, but laugh a little at his expense over Naruto’s reaction. Genma is insufferable as he claims he knew all along that guy was a creep and treats Naruto to ice cream for a ‘job well done’ in calling for backup. Hayate makes the kid memorize his number too ‘in case your other oji doesn’t answer’ and convinces Iruka to file a police report over the incident.

Iruka suffers the embarrassment of having people who genuinely care about him & his well being.

XXX

He starts job hunting. Specifically requesting Leafview Elementary for his teaching assignment. He calls the principal personally and heavily implies that there could be consequences if he has to teach somewhere else. The principal tells him that he doesn’t need to over do it, that his resume is enough and they’d be honored to have him join their staff. He emphasizes that all the kids could benefit from someone like Iruka looking out for them.

Iruka is assigned to teach fourth grade in the fall. Naruto is delighted when Iruka tells him he’ll be teaching at his school and expresses his hopes that he can get him as a teacher. Iruka secretly wishes the same.

In the meantime, he goes back to tutoring at the library for the summer, glad to finally have something to do again. He had gotten so used to being busy with schoolwork. Sitting at home all day doing nothing was driving him a bit crazy.

XXX

On Iruka’s birthday, he gets a message from one of the librarians to meet in the break room after his shift ends. He hopes it’s not a surprise party, the librarians all know he leaves immediately after work to pick up his kid from school, and besides they already brought in donuts for him that morning.

He shows up in the break room after shift only to find it empty. He asks someone where the librarian is and they tell him he went home early. Iruka wonders as he walks to the school, why the librarian would ask to meet him and then stand him up. He winds up a little bit later than usual and hopes Naruto doesn’t scold him for being a little late again.

Only Naruto is not there.

He scans the mostly empty schoolyard to no avail. One of the teachers notices him and comes over.

“Mr. Umino! I didn’t think you were coming today.”

“What do you mean? Where’s Naruto?”

“Your partner already picked him up. You just missed them, they said you couldn’t make it today?”

His blood runs cold.

“I don’t have a partner…” he starts,

“Eh? But, I asked Naruto, he said they knew you…” he trails off with dawning horror at the situation or maybe the look on Iruka’s face.

“Call the police. Give them a description as best you can, please” he hears himself say. His voice seems wrong, distorted somehow. The teacher looks shocked but nods and pulls out his phone.

Iruka pulls out his own phone and calls Hayate. His hands shaking.

“Iruka! I was just about to call, Iwashi wants to know what he should bring to your party tonight-” Hayate answers jovially.

“Naruto’s missing.”

“What?” He says, his voice steeling.

“The teacher on duty claims someone else picked him up. He’s on the phone right now giving a description…” he rakes his nails through his hair, “what do I do?” he asks his voice barely above a whisper.

“Deep breath Iruka. We’re going to find him.” Hayate sounds much calmer than Iruka feels.

“Where are you right now?”

“I’m still at the school.” He glances at the small crowd that’s started to form around them.

“Should I stay here? Should I go home in case he-”

“That bracelet I gave him has a microchip in it. I’m going to activate it.”

“You put a tracker on-” Iruka starts but stops himself- because of course he did.

Head back to your apartment, Tell the teachers to call you if they get anything.”

Iruka leaves his number and address with the teacher who apologizes, frightened. He can’t respond so he turns and starts running back to his apartment.

“Genma’s contacting the dispatch officer to put out an APB” Hayate tells him.

“Where is he Hayate” Iruka demands panicked.

“The signal is coming from your apartment building. Maybe he just went home.”

“Could- could he have taken it off?” He curses. He couldn’t remember what Naruto was wearing this morning.

“Iwashi’s closer, he’s gonna head to the school. We’re leaving HQ right now, we’ll meet you at your apartment. We’ll find him. Iruka, I promise.”

“ok,” Iruka breathes, swallowing his panic “ok.”

10 minutes” he hears the sirens through the phone before the line cuts off.

XXX

He makes it back to his apartment and sprints up the stairs shouting for Naruto. The door is locked and he fumbles his keys in his shaking hands trying to unlock the door. He forces himself in and runs through every room calling Naruto’s name.

It’s empty.

He wipes his face and leaves. Grabbing his keys from where he left them in the lock. He heads down the stairs to check the basement.

Naruto hasn’t been there for months, but if his mysterious guardian showed up, maybe they wound up there... He rushes down the stairwell calling Naruto’s name and hears a sob in response. He turns the corner on the landing between the first and second floor, and is hit by a small body, it takes a second before he realizes it’s Naruto.

Naruto sobbing.

“What happened! I was so wor-” Iruka starts but Naruto is pushing him and shouting through his sobs

“R-run! We have to run!” a noise pulls his attention away down the stairs.

“YOU FUCKING BRAT! GET BACK HERE” a too familiar voice shouts. Iruka doesn’t think. He picks up the sobbing Naruto and runs back up the stairs.

Mizuki had a gun.

He manages to shut and lock the door just as Mizuki makes it to the top of the stairs, he hears the man shout his name, but he’s not listening. He puts Naruto down and pushes the table in front of the door then pulls Naruto behind the couch. He hears Mizuki pound on the door and tries to calculate how long it will take Hayate and Genma to get there. Naruto is still sobbing, He pulls him close and looks him over, He’s cradling his arm and his head is bleeding. Iruka pulls out his phone and calls 911 as they hide. He's wiping the blood away to find the head wound as a calm voice asks

“911 what is the nature of your emergency?”

“My name is Iruka Umino, I need an ambulance at” he gives his address “It’s Naruto, my- my kid, his head is bleeding, I think his arm is broken-” He pauses as he hears Mizuki shout, pounding on the door.

“I’m going to fix this Iruka, don’t you see? This is the only way we could finally be together.”

The dispatcher hears it and asks if he’s safe, He tells them that Mizuki has a gun.

“The door is locked and barricaded, My friends are on their way, please, I- I need an ambulance for-.” He flinches and drops the phone as Mizuki shoots the handle off his door. He watches over the top of the couch as Mizuki forces his way inside, breaking the leg off the table as he shoves it out of the way.

“It didn’t have to be like this, Iruka,” Mizuki pleads, deranged, “you deserve better. We could’ve been better together.” Iruka stands, silently motioning to Naruto to stay hidden with their secret sign, then he holds up his hands, placating.

He tries not to notice they’re covered in blood.

“You’re right, Mizuki, it doesn’t have to be like this” he says as calm as he can. His whole body feels like it’s vibrating as Mizuki points the gun at him.

“We can go, I’ll go with you right now, please-” he slowly moves, edging his way around the couch.

“Its toO LATE FOR THAT NOW!” Mizuki shouts and Iruka tries not to flinch.

“I know what you’re trying to do, It won’t work!” Mizuki tells him suddenly pointing the gun at the couch. Eyes sliding off Iruka to where Naruto is hiding.

“This is all the brats fault!” he bites out bitterly.

“LEAVE NARUTO OUT OF THIS!” Iruka shouts and Mizuki’s wild eyes snap back to his but the gun doesn’t move.

“I’m doing this for us, don’t you see?” Mizuki asks, tears running down his cheeks “We can be together! You wanted me to do this! You-you made me...”

“You don’t have to do anything” Iruka pleads softly taking a tentative step forward.

“Yes, I do.” Mizuki resolves, suddenly too calm. His eyes sliding back to the couch. Iruka hears Naruto gasp behind him and his body moves without thinking.

He registers a loud sound and his brain tries to catch up to how he got to be staring up at the water-marked ceiling. He can’t seem to take a breath.

“Look at what you’ve done now!” he hears Mizuki wail over the rushing sound in his head. Someone is screaming. He looks down from the ceiling towards the voice and sees Mizuki aim the gun again saying
“sh-SHUT UP YOU BRAT! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” and Iruka surges off the couch, wrestling the gun from Mizuki’s grip. It goes off again and he hears the window shatter as his momentum overbalances and knocks them both to the ground. The gun clatters to the side. His body screams at him, feeling stiff and slow, but he can hear Naruto crying his name. He has Naruto’s blood on his hands as he reaches for the gun.

Mizuki throws him off and lunges toward Naruto.

He pulls the trigger.

The sound of it rings in his ears and he sees Mizuki drop.

He blinks and it seems to take eternity. Naruto is still screaming but he’s leaning over him now. Iruka tries to tell him it’s alright, that Hayate and Genma will be there soon, but his mouth feels too wet. He thinks he hears sirens. His whole body feels numb and a thought slices through with the pain I can’t die like this. He wills himself to live as blackness creeps into the edges of his vision.
He has to live.
Naruto needs him.
He thinks someone else is in the apartment now but he can’t tell. His vision tunnels until all he can see are Naruto’s too-blue eyes looking frightened back at him.

He doesn’t remember much of anything after that.

Xxx [ok you can pause here and breathe a sec] xxX

Iruka wakes up in the hospital with Naruto’s name on his lips. The doctor standing over him saying ‘Its ok, you can wake up now’ leans down to hear him but only looks confused when he asks for “naruto.”

Iruka thinks groggily, as his chest throbs under restricting bandages, that this is worse than any hangover he’s ever had.

Then suddenly Genma is there, holding his hand and looking just as awful as he feels.

“He’s ok. He’s with Hayate.” Genma tells him gently and Iruka faints with relief.

It takes three days for his mind to recover enough to process what happened. Genma tells him the story in pieces.

The evidence they collected at Mizuki’s apartment suggests he’d been stalking Iruka for the better part of a year. His delusion was threatened when Iruka ended things with him the night of his graduation. The man had hacked into his school records, which is how he knew Iruka’s class schedule, and he had hacked the library system to get his work schedule. Which he used it to send the email that made Iruka late for pick-up. He picked Naruto up from school instead by threatening the kid and convincing the teachers that Iruka had sent him.

While Mizuki had a creepy level of documentation on Iruka, it’s not as though he had his whole evil plot conveniently written out. Best they can figure, his plan was to kill Naruto and wait for Iruka to show up to kidnap him, maybe framing him for the murder or using it as leverage to get Iruka to comply. But they can only speculate. They’re still sorting through the mountain of evidence.

Naruto had escaped though. The boy putting the skills he had learned in the self defense class to good use. He broke his arm by twisting it getting out of Mizuki’s grip and then Mizuki had pistol-whipped him when he initially tried to run away. Luckily he only needed a few stitches and avoided a concussion.

His neighbors called 911 as soon as they recognized the man pulling along a struggling Naruto. That operator immediately reported the situation to all available units in the area and Iwashi showed up first to find his neighbor performing first aid to try and stop Iruka’s bleeding. He had taken over, plugging the wound until the EMT’s arrived and staying on the scene while Genma rode in the ambulance with Iruka to the hospital.

Hayate and Genma arrived on scene only moments after Iwashi. Hayate getting the traumatized child away from the chaos, distracted and calm while Iruka was whisked away in the first ambulance. He then rode with the kid to the hospital to get treated for his broken arm and tested for a concussion. He had refused to let the kid out of his sight until he was sure he was safe. Seeing the boy settled into an emergency foster home. One he trusted wouldn’t let the kid disappear or be given back to the negligent guardian (if they ever showed up).

Mizuki was dead when they arrived on scene.

XXX

Genma called Asuma from the hospital waiting room and they take shifts sitting with Iruka.

Asuma is there being strong for both of them as the doctor explains his medical report:

The bullet collapsed his lung and he underwent major surgery to repair it. It took the surgeon twelve hours to patch the grazed pulmonary artery. That left him with some broken ribs, serious blood loss, and tissue damage to basically his entire torso. The doctor assures him its not as bad as it could have been. Five millimeters to the right and it would have hit his spine, half a millimeter to the left and it could’ve hit the artery dead on. Iruka squeezes Asuma’s hand and thinks of Naruto as the doctor informs him he’ll need to spend at least two months under observation in the hospital recovering. And then would need at least a month of additional physical therapy after that.

Iruka can only think of Naruto.

When Hayate finally comes to visit he spends the first hour assuring Iruka that Naruto is safe and he trusts the foster parent. Naruto was inconsolable when they told him Iruka wasn’t going to be around for awhile. He tried to fight Hayate when they showed up with Kero-san and suitcase of his clothes. They don’t give Iruka the details of the foster parents and insist, firm and gentle, that Iruka cannot see him.

Genma tells Hayate about the diagnoses.

“When I said your bleeding heart would bleed out I didn't mean for you to take it LITERALLY” he scolds half-joking as Iruka tries to laugh around his injury.

Iwashi brings him flowers and cries a little, admitting tearfully he was worried he was never going to see him alive again. Iruka holds his hand and thanks him. Genma makes a comment about how lifesaving first aid probably wasn’t what Iruka had in mind for a birthday present. That comment finally gets Iruka to laugh.

XXX

While at the hospital, Hayate resumes their investigation into Naruto. Roping in Asuma to help with finding the guardian who’s been missing throughout this whole ordeal. With Asuma’s help they get access to the CPS documents and put together a binder of all the reports Iruka, and others, had filed to the school or CPS. Many of them suspiciously scrubbed of data, only existing as a date and report number. Hayate now more convinced than ever that someone with access to the systems is actively erasing evidence of Naruto. Most of Naruto’s information is hidden behind a court order. They file an official request for information and get the name of the head of the Konoha Department of Child Protective Services, some guy named Jiraiya, but they are unable to get ahold of him.

“We’ve been informed he’s currently out of the country” Genma tells Iruka.

“The hell is he doing out of the country at a time like this!?” Iruka wonders.

x

Every time Hayate visits he gives Iruka an update on how Naruto is doing. Iruka gets the sense that Hayate is seeing the boy every day and the officer confirms this, telling Iruka he’s been picking the kid up from school. Genma tells him that they changed their shift so they can spend more time with him over the summer as Hayate shows him a picture of the kid in his bright orange cast standing next to Yugao on the last day of school. They still insist Iruka can’t see him.

A few weeks into his recovery at the hospital, he finds out why.

Two officers he has never met before enter his room and tell him he’s under arrest for the death of Mizuki. They handcuff him to his bed as if he has the strength or desire to try and flee. He spends several hours being questioned by officers Ibiki and Anko. They have him repeat his story non-stop. An hour or so in he starts to think he's supposed to have a lawyer present and starts wondering where his phone is, he hadn’t seen it since calling 911.
An hour after that they offer him a phone to make his call.

He calls Asuma.

Asuma shows up to fight for him. He gets Iruka released on bail pending his trial. Convincing the judge that he’s not a flight risk. He explains to Iruka that he's going to be tried for the death with the court deciding if it’s murder or manslaughter-in-self-defense. By the time he’s discharged from the hospital he is no longer, technically, in police custody. As he moves into Genma’s apartment, he jokes about it being the nicest detention center he’s ever stayed in.

His landlord had evicted him while he was in the hospital recovering. Genma’s friend Shizune (who works in the clerks office) saw the paperwork come through and alerted them. Genma and Hayate rushed to pack up everything they could before the landlord changed the locks. Asuma was furious, offering to sue him on Iruka’s behalf. Genma sensibly responded ‘one trial at a time’ and Hayate had offered his room, saying he and Yugao had been looking for an excuse to move in together anyway.

As he unpacks his meager belongings, Iruka thinks its really for the best. He couldn't’ve kept living in that shitty apartment after everything. Bloodstains don’t wash out of the carpet as easily as they wash off one’s hands.

Besides, there was no point in staying if Naruto wasn't around.

His friends remind him that now he can find a place that meets the foster-care standards. They celebrate his release with Ichiraku take-out and make a list of the perfect place: closer to the school, in a less shitty neighborhood, with an extra bedroom that has a door that closes.

“Right above Ichiraku Ramen” Genma comments dryly and they all laugh.

X

Iruka blames himself for putting his kid in danger and wrestles with the guilt. His friends try to convince him it’s not his fault, that whatever psychosis led the man to chose violence that day had nothing to do with Iruka. Iruka still feels like he failed.

He tries to ignore the gaping hole he feels with Naruto’s sudden absence from his life. He’d spent the last year building his life and stability around the kid. He feels as though the ground has washed away beneath him, like a sinkhole, suddenly swallowing him whole. He confides in Asuma after a sleepless night about his anxiety and the urge to drink it away. Asuma tells him about the Youth Chess Club he’s started coaching as a distraction.

“I think we’re all feeling his absence in our own ways.” the man admits and encourages Iruka to see a therapist again.

“You’re not alone. I’m sure he misses you just as much. We’ll get you back together again, Believe It!” he adds and Iruka laughs wetly.

Chapter Text

Kakashi was training Urushi on guidance; reading while the dog led him around the backyard path, alerting him to obstacles. The dog alerted and he looked up and found a small child snuffling tragically under a tree and clutching a cellphone to his chest. Tsume had warned him they had a new emergency foster. He inferred this must be the kid. He considers just walking away and leaving the kid to his moping, but he remembers the Uchiha kid the year before. So angry and alone and reminded him so much of himself…. He sighed and tucked his book away.

“Yo,” he greeted the boy, crouching to his level “are you injured?” he asked, eyeing the orange cast he wore and the bandage on his temple. The kid flinched away from him, scrambling to the tree. Kakashi didn’t let that phase him. He was used to reactions like that, though usually not with his face covered. He checked to make sure his eye-patch was in place and paused, looking into the frightened too-blue eyes.

Minato’s eyes.

He cleared his throat which had suddenly gone very dry and the kid examined him. Taking in the eye-patch and mask and the dog helpfully labeled Service Animal: Do Not Pet.

They regarded eachother for a long moment.

“Are you a pirate?” The kid suddenly asked in awe.

Of all the questions Kakashi thought the kid was going to ask, that wasn’t one of them. He barked out a laugh and scratched the back of his head,

“Sometimes” he said his good eye curving with a smile.

The kid then launched into an excited rant about how cool pirates were and asked him about his adventures, doing such a complete 1-80 from the tragic crying mess he was just a moment before Kakashi felt a little dazed by the whiplash. The kids eyes sparkled as he ranted until he said

"just wait til nii-chan..." and froze, eyes un-focusing. Kakashi watched his face crumple as he curled back into himself sobbing again. Urushi whined beside him and Kakashi let him off the lead and watched the dog try to console the child.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked the kid who only shook his head and wiped his snotty nose on his sleeve.

“I want to go home” he said in a quiet voice. “They won’t let me go home, they won’t let me see nii-chan” he sobbed. Kakashi had a flashback to a black-haired child who had said the exact same thing the previous year. He shivered. At least this kid was crying. The other one just looked so... empty.

“What’s your nii-chan like?” he asked grateful that he picked up the books on child psychology from Tenzo after all. The kid hugs Urushi and turns to face him.

“He’s the best, he cooks really good and doesn’t yell at me ever. Only gets dis-pointed sometimes if I don’t help clean up or do my homework. He’s nice but not nice like my ojis who buy me ice cream and give me cookies, nii-chan says too much sugar is bad for my teeth. He’s nice ‘cus he- he says he likes when I’m around and gets scary at the people who are mean to me….” the kid trailed off and Kakashi could tell he was spiraling again.

“What does he look like? Does he look like you?” he asked and the kid focused back on him.

“No," the boy shook his head "no he’s not my real nii-chan, but he says choosing family is just as real. His eyes are brown and his hair is always up except when he’s tired...” he paused.

“He has scars on his cheek just like me” he added and rubbed his cheek, wiping away the tears.

“I have a scar on my cheek too” Kakashi commented mildly.

“Yours probably aren’t as pretty” the kid dead-panned. Kakashi laughed,

“Definitely not.”

He got the kid to keep talking and heard all about the nice old man Teuchi and his police friends, the school that he went to, and the ‘ninja training’ he had (Kakashi made a mental note to ask Guy if he knew the kid). Every once and awhile he would zone out and his lip would tremble but Kakashi got him to refocus, asking him questions about his favorite animal or movie. The kid was absolutely scandalized that he hadn’t seen any of his favorite movies and insisted they should watch some, Kakashi agreed.

An adult called his name nearby and Naruto froze again. Curling around Urushi and burying his face in his fur. Kakashi responded 'over here' and a uniformed police officer rounded the corner. Kakashi quietly asked Naruto which one it was and got a muffled Hayate back.

“oh, Naruto, what did I tell you about stealing my phone? Your nii-chan can’t answer right now...” he said and gave the kid a hug before acknowledging Kakashi.

“sorry, Officer Hayate Gekko. Thank you for looking after him” the officer introduced himself and held out his hand. Kakashi smiled and shook it,

“Kakashi. It was my pleasure.”

“Lets get you back so Kakashi-san can continue with his day” Hayate told Naruto who huffed, and pushed the officer away.

“I want to go home,” he grouched.

“I know” Hayate sighed and looked so extremely tired Kakashi wondered when he last slept.

“Pirate-San said he’d watch a movie with me” he heard Naruto say and both he and the officer looked at him.

“I did say that,” he laughed awkwardly, and looked back at the kid with his mentor’s too-blue eyes, still wrapped around his service dog and probably going through the worst week of his entire life.

Kakashi never stood a chance.

“What movie did you want to watch?” he asked.

X

Hayate fell asleep during the movie about space pirates and Naruto climbed off his lap to sit between him and Kakashi because

"-nii-chan says its not nice to wake people if you don’t have to."

When the cyborg pirate came on screen they paused the film so Kakashi could answer the barrage of questions about his own eye.

He explained how while in the military he suffered a traumatic eye injury to his left eye, and paired with delayed treatment it led to severe corneal and retinal scarring and slight eye shape deformity. He explained how his vision is blurry, like looking through frosted glass and because of medical mumbo-jumbo, it will never fully heal. Removing his eye-patch to show Naruto how red and inflamed it was to commentary of how ‘gross’ and ‘cool’ it was.

(He did not explain the reoccurring problems like a retina that detaches on a whim. How his good eye is constantly forced to recalibrate which gives him depth-perception issues and vertigo or how the constant strain of only using one eye gives him dry-eye and headaches. That is all decidedly less cool.)

By the end of the film Naruto had curled by his side and was leaning into his arm. When Kakashi tried to leave the boy insisted that he stay and watch the film again because he ‘wasn’t paying attention’ the first time. He found it difficult to refuse.

XXX

Kakashi showed up later in the week with a small digital camera. He went through his normal training with Urushi and Shiba and then went looking for the kid. Tsume found him lurking and when he asked about the kid, she led him to the living room where he was watching a dog movie with Kiba and Akamaru. It was something about a hunting dog and a domesticated fox becoming friends. Naruto greeted him enthusiastically and invited him to watch with them, making room on the couch so he could sit down.

When Tsume checked on them later she found them all crying during a sad scene where the fox was abandoned in the woods. Kakashi insisted he wasn’t crying, his eye was dry and over-compensating.

“Whatever you say Hound-san.” she rolled her eyes and laughed at him.

When the movie had ended, he gave Naruto the camera. Telling him he could take photos of everything that his nii-chan is missing to show him when they’re together again. Naruto loved the idea and immediately had him take a picture of them watching the movie.

XXX

A few days after that he was drawn to a strange noise and found the kid trying and failing to climb the wall at the back of the training compound. A backpack on his back with a stuffed frog hanging out. He stood there and watched him try for several attempts, impressed by his determination, but hindered by his broken arm.

“Do you want me to try and find you a ladder?” he finally asked after Naruto landed on his butt again. The kid jumped, startled, and pointed at him

“Pirate-San! How long have you been there?!”

“Not long” Kakashi lied. Naruto squinted suspiciously and fidgeted with the hem of his shirt,

“I’m going to find nii-chan, believe it! You can’t stop me!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Kakashi answered nonplussed and watched Naruto’s suspicion deepen. He made a show of looking around,

“I think you’re clear. Want a leg up?” he offered. Naruto hesitated and agreed. Kakashi leaned his cane against the wall and hoisted him to the top. Naruto froze. Looking down.

“You ok?” Kakashi asked.

“I’m not scared! B-believe it!” Naruto said panicked. Kakashi nodded,

“Didn’t think you were.” He folded up his cane and climbed up and over the wall himself.

“Want a hand back down?” he asked and Naruto nodded relieved. He helped the kid down. Naruto adjusted his backpack, checking on the frog, and then looked Kakashi in the eye.

“Thanks for your help Pirate-San, I’m off!” and he set off toward the street. Kakashi opened his cane and followed him.

“What's your plan for finding him” he asked casually. Naruto glared at him.

“Do you know where he is?” Naruto fidgeted with his backpack straps and looked at his shoes.

“Is there anyone you could ask?” Naruto stopped walking and crouched, hiding his head in his arms.

“They won’t tell me,” he replied wetly. Kakashi crouched and patted the boy’s head.

“Teuchi-san said we have to look out for eachother. It’s m-my fault he- that he...” Naruto took a steadying breath “I have to find him.” He said quiet and broken. Wiping his nose on his sleeve. Kakashi hummed and pulled a pack of tissues from his pocket.

“Maybe Teuchi-san knows where he is” he said as he offered the tissues and Naruto’s eyes lit up as he took one.

“Yeah!” He stood up abruptly “I can go ask him!” Kakashi stood up too, slowly.

“Mind if I come?” he asked and Naruto looked at him suspiciously, torn. He blew his nose.

“I suppose...but I’m not buying!” he declared, marching off. Kakashi followed, sending a quick text to Tsume.

It was a long walk into town and it was one of the hottest days of the year, but when Naruto noticed he was having trouble with his surroundings, he grabbed Kakashi's hand and started describing things as they walked. Adding unnecessary details and obnoxious commentary about his opinion of people’s clothing choices and architectural designs. Naruto held his hand and loudly announced to him that there were no cars coming every time they crossed a street and it was doing more to melt Kakashi’s heart than the heat ever could.

Naruto got lost a few times, doubling them back and getting turned around, but once they made it to a familiar park he whooped and took off running. Dragging Kakashi along.
He ran into a ramen shop calling for Teuchi-san. A man looked up concerned as he entered.

“Naruto-kun! It’s been awhile.” The man greeted kindly. He looked at Kakashi “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Pirate-San, he’s buying” Naruto declared grinning mischievously and climbing up onto a stool. Kakashi sat down next to him feeling out the stool and counter top (a little dizzy from their run).

“Teuchi-san, do you know where nii-chan is?” Naruto asked intensely, leaning over the counter and looking directly into Teuchi’s eyes. The old man paused in pulling noodles and looked sad.

“Naruto-kun, your nii-chan is still at the hospital” he said gently “I heard it would take a few months for him to recover.” Teuchi piled his bowl full of toppings as Naruto stared blankly at the counter.

“But he is going to get better, right?” he asked in such a small voice Kakashi felt like his heart would break.

“Your nii-chan is strong. He’ll recover and you’ll find eachother again.” Teuchi smiled as he put the bowl down in front of Naruto. Naruto looked at it and then over at Kakashi.

“Can we go to the hospital?” he asked and Kakashi blinked, suddenly on the spot.

“It’s best not to wake people if you don’t have to, and people in the hospital need a lot of sleep.” Kakashi replied. Relieved when Naruto accepted it, nodding and starting in on his ramen. Kakashi was a little surprised a moment later when Teuchi set a bowl in front of him as well, gracing him with a kind smile.

It was the best ramen he’d ever had.

He got a text from Tsume awhile later asking how it was going so he sent a pic of the kid slurping up his second bowl. A few minutes later Hayate and Genma showed up to join them. Naruto regaling his adventure, (embellishing with fights and robberies that forced Kakashi to interject never happened) until he accidentally let slip about the escape attempt when they asked why he had Kero-san with him.

“What were you thinking running off like that! Your nii-chan would kill us if we lost you!” They scolded him. He yelled back at them for keeping him away from nii-chan. Kakashi intervened

“Come on you three, what would nii-chan think of all this fighting?” he commented dryly. They all looked sheepish. Kakashi was beginning to feel rather impressed by the mystery nii-chan’s influence.
Hayate thanked him for staying with the kid and he waived it off, insisting that it was worth it to discover the best ramen shop in the city.

“Besides, it’s important to let people feel in control sometimes” he told them.

The officers insisted on giving them both a ride back to the Inuzakas.

Teuchi declined his attempts to pay, just making him promise he would bring the kid back sometime. Kakashi agreed easily.

XXX

Around the same time, a kyuubi had been captured and surrendered. Kyuubi were a mostly wild breed, coveted as guard dogs. The lore was that they were originally bred as a military dog but were deemed too wild to control. Tsume had given up trying, swamped with work an unable to give the animal the attention it needed. She asked if Kakashi was willing to try training it.

It was by far the most difficult animal he’d ever worked with. The kyuubi’s feral nature making them nearly impossible to tame except by those it deemed ‘family’ and Kakashi, clearly, wasn’t family. Plus, this one was mean. Mean and dangerous. It had to be kept isolated from people and the other dogs at all times. He lamented that this was the all they could do for the creature. Kakashi wondered what kind of owners it had escaped from to develop this level of hostility. He geared up and tried his best.

That day, like all the other days, the kyuubi wasn’t listening to him. It wasn’t snarling or stalking him like it had been the week before, which was progress, but now it just glared at him like he was a jail warden. Kakashi knew that the second he dropped his guard the creature would strike. He maintained a lot of eye-contact. Using his scarred eye to give the illusion that he wasn’t blinking. The creature broke eye-contact first and he almost counted it as a win but then realized it wasn’t. It started to stalk, ignoring his commands, he tried to see what the creature was on. Hopefully just an unfortunate rabbit. But he turned and saw Naruto and Kiba hiding behind a bush instead.

Panic raced through his veins like lightning and he called for them to run just as the Kyuubi charged towards them. Kiba managed to haul himself up the wall, but Naruto’s arm was in a cast and he couldn’t climb. Kakashi sprinted after the creature, prepared to stop it at all costs.

But the beast didn’t strike.

It sniffed at the boy’s arm and top of his head, circling him twice, curious, then locked eyes with Kakashi and glared. Baring its fangs and standing between him and the child. Kakashi stopped running immediately and tried to make himself look less like a threat. Naruto looked frightened.

“Naruto,” he called calmly as the kyuubi growled.

“Naruto, I need you to tell him to sit.” The kyuubi snapped his teeth and took a step toward him, threatening. Naruto smacked him on the nose and said “Sit, kyuubi-san!” The creature rubbed its nose with its paw and sat down.

Well shit Kakashi thought as Kiba cheered from the top of the wall.

Tsume was furious at the boys for putting themselves in danger. She scolded Kiba who knew better than to let their charge get into trouble like that. Kiba looked appropriately abashed and apologized to all parties involved. Kakashi and Tsume talked about the kid and a new training schedule for the animal Naruto now called Kurama-sama.

He tried not to think of a fierce red-haired woman he once knew who also had a kyuubi. He tried not to remember her laugh and how it seemed to be coming from the small blue-eyed boy instead.

XXX

He spent the summer with Naruto. He signed his cast with his henohenomoheji and would watch movies with them on rainy days. Mostly they trained. Twice a week, while Kiba was getting special training with Akamaru from Tsume, he would instruct the kid on how to train the kyuubi. He explained the need dogs like Kurama had to have a job, and how Kurama had already decided his job was ‘protect Naruto’ so they had to work with that. Training him to eventually heel and guard but mostly just obedience.

Watching them, Kakashi often felt like the kyuubi was training the kid more than the kid was training him. Kurama begrudgingly listened to the kid as he worked his way through learning the commands and practiced the ‘secret’ hand-signs that went with them. Kakashi laughed when he first noticed then explained that lots of trainers used hand-signs and taught him some military ones. Naruto thought it was the coolest thing ever and had called him a ‘pirate-ninja’ in awe.

Sometimes Naruto would come find him while Kakashi was training his service dogs and he would let him practice training with them too. Sometimes they’d blow off the afternoon and take the dogs to the park with Hayate & Genma.

Tsume made fun of him when she found them napping under a shady tree on the training grounds one afternoon. Naruto and Kurama both curled up asleep on his chest.

“His nii-chan says its rude to wake people if you don’t have to.” He told her as she stood over them and laughed

“Exactly my point, Hound-san, he’s spoken for. If not his nii-chan then Hayate. In fact, I hear there’s a whole line of people looking out for him.” Kakashi had simply sighed, and ran his fingers through the kid’s hair.

He was just happy to be there. He was a single, disabled veteran, and could hardly look after himself. He was in no position to care for a child on top of it all, he reasoned. Plus, the kid was clearly in love with his nii-chan. They were doing just fine before whatever incident landed him in Tsume’s care and nii-chan in the hospital.

He knew all this.

But his nii-chan wasn’t here right now and he was. He could dote just a little.

He looked at the kid sleeping on him and was grateful for the partial vision in his one good eye and photographic memory. He wanted to imprint the sight onto his heart.

Chapter Text

Though Iruka lost his job at the library, the School only placed him on extended medical leave while he awaits trial and recovers. The principal assuring him that their administration will support him, and offering to personally testify on his behalf. Boldly declaring he has a job until a jury finds him guilty and that no one believes it was anything other than self defense.

He's grateful.

He doesn’t drink.

He’s glad that he’s not living alone. Genma always seems to have people around their apartment. Iwashi, Aoba, Hayate & Yugao coming by almost everyday with an assortment of other officers. He thinks he must’ve (met and fed) all the officers of district 4 at this point. Genma tells him its because he cooks too much food. If he’s going to cook like he’s feeding an army the least they can do is provide some soldiers. Iruka can only smile weakly and insist it’s because he’s bored. He goes to physical therapy every morning and then has nothing to do all afternoon. He was used to studying and making lesson plans. Now though, all he can do is sit around and feel the absence of Naruto.

If he didn’t cook, he’d wallow.

Aoba gives him the number of his therapist over dinner one night. Explaining how he’d been shot before and this therapist specializes in gun-violence related trauma. He works with a lot of the officers. Iruka makes an appointment.

They talk about how weird it is that this didn’t end up in the papers. Iruka doesn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth but agrees that it's strange. Genma tells him that the infamous Jiraiya finally responded and agreed to look into Naruto's files. Hayate says the man seemed incompetent and he’s not holding his breath.

Iruka hates being away from Naruto. He's been on his own for seven years, he finally has friends, a lot of friends. Friends he trusts, and somehow he's never felt more alone without his kid. He misses Naruto’s birthday and spends the whole day wallowing. His friends take him out for dinner to get him out of the house and his head.

He’s grateful.

He doesn’t drink.

Hayate still assures him everyday that Naruto is doing fine. He shares pictures when his cast is taken off and informs him the kid's back in the martial arts class again. They agree it’s best if he waits to reach out until after the trial. Nobody thinks he’ll be convicted, but just in case.

“We have the footage from your cameras, it’s clearly defense of a third party. I watched it myself.” Asuma assures him with a tight voice. He tells him Kurenai volunteered to be his attorney since aggravated assault and manslaughter are her specialties.

He’s grateful.

He doesn’t drink.

While Kurenai deals with jury selection he worries about money. He never accessed the insurance payment from his parent’s death. First it was put into a trust so it couldn’t be exploited by state-appointed guardians and then, when he was of age, he could never justify it. Now he was in limbo and it was uncertain how long it would be until he was able to go back to work between his physical recovery and his trial. He went to a financial advisor after PT one day to look into it. He walked out of that meeting a little dazed at the number now sitting in his bank account.

He doesn’t drink.

XXX

At the opening statements of his trial, the Chief of Police Danzo, glares at him across the courtroom while the District Attorney blames Iruka for both the disappearance of Naruto's guardian and the murder of Mizuki. He throws around words like, kidnapping, endangerment of a minor, concealment of evidence, premeditated murder. Iruka tries not to panic but by the time the DA finishes, he's half convinced he’s guilty.

Kurenai is no slouch. She references character witnesses, and lists the long history of wellness checks and bullying reports he’d called. Painting him as some martyr; a patron saint to downtrodden school kids abandoned by the system. Iruka’s face heats and he wants to contradict her but she had told him that, under no circumstances, was he allowed to speak unless he was specifically called on by the judge. She terrifies him more than he was willing to admit and he dutifully keeps his mouth shut.

She had explained during their preparations that their judge is the famous Sondaime, Hiruzen Sarutobi, and he's a fair judge (more or less). Iruka was shocked and wonders if she volunteered so Asuma wouldn’t have to face his father. He spends a good amount of time during the proceedings searching the old man’s face for the likeness of his estranged son. Tuning out the arguments and focusing on the faces in front of him and his breathing...

in four seconds...hold four seconds… out four seconds… hold...

Kurenai is fierce as she explains that the case against him doesn't hold any water. The lack of evidence of any kind against him and more than enough in his favor, including the ultimate trump card of the video footage. She claims Danzo just likes to have someone to blame so he can wrap up cases neat and tidy. Danzo looks murderous and tries to contradict her, but Sarutobi scolds him for speaking out of turn, and it gives Iruka hope. They set the next court date.

Kurenai and Asuma grumble and speculate the rest of the night about the Police Chief’s presence at his trial.

XXX

Iruka is lost, he’s studying the building directory trying to figure out where he's supposed to go but he can't find his court-room on the map. To make matters worse clerk isn't at their desk so he can't ask for directions.

He sighs and decides to go outside and wait for Kurenai. He pulls out his phone to check the time and finds he still has half an hour to wait. He sighs again, glad that he gave himself extra time. 

He rounds a corner to the exit and runs straight into a man. He's startled and drops his phone, immediately stepping backwards and begins to apologize when his foot lands on something hard, there's a yelp, he startles again. Removing his foot and half turning but he overbalances, trips over something and falls to the ground, landing hard on his ass. His ribs complain and he hisses through a grimace, rubbing his chest.

He looks up.

There is a man looking down at him concerned with one gray eye. The other eye and most his face obscured by an eye-patch and black face mask. He's holding a red and white cane and there is a harnessed dog standing between them, sniffing at Iruka’s face. The dog’s blue vest says helpfully Service Dog: Do Not Pet.

He feels his face flame bright red and immediately starts sputtering an apology.

He can't believe he just ran into a blind man.

The man waves off his apologies, his one visible eye curving with a smile. He holds out his hand and helps Iruka get to his feet. The dog retrieves his dropped phone and returns it to Iruka. He takes it, bowing to the dog with a

“oh-Thank you, My apologies to you as well, Hound-San.” and it makes the man giggle.

Iruka looks back at him and begins apologizing profusely again, embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry, I- I couldn’t find my room, so I thought I’d best wait outside, and I wasn’t looking, I- I didn’t see you-” he feels his face grow impossibly redder as he realizes the hole he’s digging himself. The man just laughs it off. His reassuring chuckle putting Iruka at ease as he's assessed with a friendly gray eye.

“What room are you trying to find?” the man asks, Iruka checks his note listing the court room,

“2-B?”

“Aaah” says the man, knowingly, “so you have Sarutobi. That explains the nerves.” His eye crinkles again.

“Y-yeah,” Iruka responds. Wondering how this man could’ve known that just from the room number.

“I can take you there,” the man waves for him to follow and starts walking around Iruka, clipping the dogs lead to his belt.

“You don't have to,” Iruka tries “my lawyer will be here soon, and I'd hate to inconvenience you-” the man cuts him off

“Maaa, I cant leave a menace like you out here to step on more dog tails, can I?” and loops his arm into Iruka’s.

Iruka tries to wrangle his blush under control and lets himself be led towards the elevator.

“Who’s your lawyer?” The man asks, folding up his cane as they wait.

“A PD, Kurenai Yuhi.” Iruka answers, happy for the distraction from how his heart is pounding against his sore ribs.

“Oh, she’s a good one, you can trust her.” the man gives a little nod.

“Have you worked with her before?” Iruka asks.

“Something like that…” the man evades. The elevator dings and they board. Iruka watches impressed as the dog pushes the elevator buttons un-prompted.

“Word of advice,” the man says, turning his visible eye on him (Iruka swallows at how close he is),

“Sarutobi is no nonsense. Stick to the facts and don't ramble. He likes things quick and easy.” He pats Iruka’s arm and continues,

“Don’t be nervous and let you lawyer do the talking unless you are asked something directly, and then only answer exactly what has been asked” the man’s tone is serious but the register is low and smooth and distracting...

“R-right” Iruka nods and wonders if the man can even see him nod. The elevator stops at a floor and the man leads them off down the hallway, still holding Iruka’s arm hostage.

“Want me to wait with you until your lawyer gets here?” he asks stopping them in front of a room with big imposing red doors and a tiny little placard labeling them ‘2-B’

“No, no that’s ok, you’ve done more than enough.” he turns to look at the man “sorry again, and um, thank you...” he falters when he realizes he doesn’t know his name.

“Good Luck!” the man cheers squeezing his arm before releasing him. Snapping his cane open again and heading back the hallway the way they came. Iruka watches the man go. Heart still pounding a little and confused in more ways than one.

XXX

The man sighs outside of a courtroom before heading in.

“Kakashi! You made it!” his fellow counsel cheers.

“BRAT you’re late again, I ought to throw you out for wasting our time”

“My apologies, Lady Tsunade, I got lost on the road of life…” he thinks of the warm brown eyes he met in the face he couldn't quite bring into focus...

“Can it, I don’t care. You’re lucky Guy was here on time or I’d throw your whole case out….”

He takes his seat with a sigh and Akino takes post by his side.

Guy slaps him on the back, jovially, and leans in to fill him in on what he missed. He tries to focus on what his friend is saying, but he can still feel the warmth of the man's arm in his hand and finds it distracting...

XXX

Iruka felt the ghost of the man’s hand on his arm throughout the trial that day and it grounds him rather than distracted. He heeds the man’s advice, answering questions only when he was put on the stand to testify and not getting caught up in the DA’s tricks by saying too much out of anger. He only flounders once when he’s asked why he didn’t choose to hide in the bathroom or bedroom,

“-an arguably safer strategy. Putting another door between you and your assailant, rather than a couch.” Iruka wipes his clammy hands on his pants nervously and thinks about it before responding; why didn’t he?

“Neither of those spaces have an exit. I believe I stayed in the living room because I didn’t want us to become cornered” he answers with some confidence.

“As a teacher, we’re trained on what to do in the event of an active shooter. I relied on my training.” He meets the glare of the DA with an unwavering gaze.

“Enlighten us on this ‘training’ if you would Mr. Umino. I’m curious what kind of ‘training’ a school-teacher receives that ends with a dead body” the DA sneered.

“Run-Hide-Fight” Iruka states automatically. “That’s exactly what I did. I found Naruto and ran, I barricaded us in my apartment, and I fought only as a last resort to protect him from further harm.” He nods to himself and sees several of the jury nod with him out of the corner of his eye. Danzo glares at him from across the room and Iruka avoids meeting his eye. In four seconds...

X

“good job” Kurenai whispers to him when he returns to his seat.

Sometime later she holds his hand under the table as they play the footage of the incident. He watches it (he wants to close his eyes but Kurenai thought it might look bad to the jury). He tries not to have a panic attack, flinching at every gunshot. The whole ordeal only lasted five minutes. Five minutes from him first opening his door to the police arriving outside. His ribs ache as he watches himself step in front of Mizuki’s gun and take the bullet. His face goes numb as he watches himself pull the trigger and take the life of a man he had called his friend.

It’s evocative and the jury only deliberates for fifteen minutes before returning and clearing him of all charges. The spokesman saying it was:
“...an admirable act of defense during a time when the safety of Konoha’s children is paramount. And, that it is the hope of this jury that Mr. Umino’s actions may inspire more citizens to aid the vulnerable and forgotten members of our fine city.”

Iruka doesn’t cry. He wants to throw up, but its more from the memory of the relief that comes after purging poison from your guts when your body simply won’t take any more, than actual nausea. He’s feeling rather detached from his body as Kurenai motioned for him to stand and the court was adjourned.

XXX

They celebrated with Ramen. Teuchi thrilled at the news and piling toppings into his bowl. It seems all the police officers of district 4 showed up. Crowding into the tiny shop and overflowing into the street. Hayate and Yugao sit on either side of Iruka like hawks, yelling at everyone that gets too close that he was still in recovery and fending off well wishers as they all kept trying to pat him on the back. Kurenai and Asuma sit together, him making doe eyes as she recounts the trial. The group boo-ing at her description of Danzo and the DA’s attacks, and cheering when she described how collected Iruka remained under pressure. Anko and Ibiki show up late and loudly declare that they knew he was innocent from the beginning.

“I interrogate people for a living,” Ibiki tells him, “you remain deceptively calm under questioning, it’s an admirable quality” the man gives him a scarred grin.

“I can say with certainty there was nothing guilty about you.” Anko agrees. Iruka wished it was more reassuring. He tries to think of something to say that’s not along the lines of 'thanks, it’s a trauma response!' He settles for denying his collected air and claims he owes everything to the kindness of strangers. He mentions the pep-talk he got from the strange blind man on the way to trial.

Kurenai and Asuma exchange a look.

“You met Hatake-Jonin-Sama?” She asks, and Ibiki looks over with interest.

“I didn’t get his name.” Iruka scratches his nose sheepishly.

“I doubt there’s more than one blind lawyer in Konoha.” Asuma states.

“Well he made me feel...better, I don’t know what else to tell you” he blushes and distracts himself with his ramen. Kurenai mouths ‘made you feel better’ in disbelief as Asuma rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

They discuss how the trial never made it to the papers and how weird it was that the missing guardian was just swept under the rug as soon as the DA realized he couldn’t blame Iruka. Aoba tells them how Genma got written up and chewed out for ‘snooping’ by trying to request a warrant to get access to Naruto’s files. Iwashi jokes about how they’ll get their revenge against he investigators at the Spring Inter-Departmental Kickball Tournament and Anko sticks out her tongue at them.

Hayate squeezes his shoulder and leans in,

“I can arrange for you to see Naruto now. He’s missed you” Hayate smiles encouraging. Iruka drops his chopsticks, looking at his friend with wide eyes, and he finally cries. All the stress from the whole ordeal leaving him to puddle on the counter while his friends sniffle in sympathy. 

Chapter Text

Hayate sets up a meeting between him and Tsume Inuzaka on the first really cold day of the season. They wait at a cafe and he fidgets with a hot chocolate while Hayate gives him the rundown for the millionth time. Hayate assures him (again) that they’re good people, ex-police, and have been helping with the investigation of the missing kids, but he doesn’t specify how. They have a kid Naruto’s age who also goes to Leafview Elementary.

Tsume is a nice but stern woman. She initially comes across as no-nonsense, sitting down across from them forcefully and eyeing Iruka as he introduces himself and politely asks after her. Her face gentles when she tells him she raises and trains dogs for a living. She runs a dog kennel, training school, and is a founder and patron to the Konoha Animal Shelter with her kids and large, very enthusiastic extended family.

“Its utter chaos” she tells him and barks a laugh when Hayate agrees.

“I rope him into watching the kids sometimes” she tells Iruka conspiratorially and then gets serious again.

“So, you’re Iruka,” She gives him an appraising look “I hear you’re a teacher? Where do you teach.”

“I’m going to start at Leafview after my recovery” he tells her, meeting her eyes and trying not to quell. She holds his gaze a moment and breaks into a soft smile.

“Naruto’s told me a lot about you” she says and Iruka feels his heart jump to his throat.

“How is he? How’s he been?” he asks a touch desperate.

“He’s a menace, I’ll tell you that much” she laughs “Most of the time he sweet and polite, but he’s worse than the dogs on a bad day. Doesn’t listen to anything I say and made it very clear where his loyalties lie.” Iruka gives an apologetic smile,

“What do you mean by that?” he asks nervously.

“He’s run away a handful times trying to find you.” Iruka is shocked by her words and forgets to breathe.

“We would always find him, don’t worry. The psychologist he’s been seeing says its to be expected. He encouraged us to reunite you as soon as possible.” She gives him a reassuring smile and Hayate pats him on the back.

“He’s been seeing a therapist?” Iruka manages when he remembers how his lungs work.

“The last time he saw you, you were bleeding to death in front of him after he watched you kill the man attacking you” she deadpans “of course he’s seen a therapist.” Iruka tries to smile but it comes out too watery, he scrubs his face with his hands.

“Good...that’s good. Me too” he says thickly into his palms and swallows the lump in his throat.

“How's he been at school?” he asks instead of when can I see him

“He terrorizes his teachers” she huffs and Iruka laughs “I’ve signed a few referrals about pranks he’s pulled. I asked him to be moved into Kiba’s class, and he’s doing much better. They’ve really hit it off.” Iruka peaks at her between his fingers.

“Really?!” He asks a little too hopeful and she laughs at him.

“Really” she confirms “They’ve been getting into all kinds of mischief. It’s driving my daughter up the walls.” She tells Iruka about the time her daughter called because she found Naruto and Kiba in the trunk of her car while she was out on a date with her boyfriend. Iruka and Hayate laugh uncontrollably at the details.

“It was sweet really, they kept insisting they were there for her protection in case the boy tried anything ‘funny’ -even Hana couldn’t stay mad at them after that.” Iruka choked back his tears.

“That’s just like him.” Iruka laughs. Tsume humms studying him.

“I can’t get him to do anything without convincing him it’s what you want or don’t want. I’m embarrassed to admit how many times I’ve said ‘what would your nii-chan think’” Iruka chuckles and blows his nose.

“You’ve been a good influence on him,” she nods at Hayate and crosses her arms “and he trusts you, so I suppose you’re alright.” Iruka laughs,

“I could say the same about you.” She barks a laugh at his comment while Hayate grumbles.

“I normally only do short-term fosters, emergencies only, as a favor to the force” she nods towards Hayate again, “but Naruto’s a sweet kid and from what Hayate’s told me of the situation…” she trailed off, Iruka could suddenly hear the blood rushing in his ears.

“Until you can take him, he can stay” she declares. Iruka releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Thank you, Tsume, really, for everything you’ve done for him. I’ve been so…” he abandons that train of thought “It means a lot to me, knowing that he’s… that he’s safe” he manages to get out through the emotions choking off his words. Tsume nods.

“So what’s your plan?”

“My plan?” he asks confused, blowing his nose again.

“For adopting him.”

Iruka freezes, paralyzed by the warring tides of his emotions. Hayate coughs.

“I never considered that… as an option, I mean...” he says, his voice a bit hollow. Fostering was one thing, adoption was something else entirely.

“Well maybe you should.” Tsume tells him matter-of-factly and Hayate agrees.

She invites him to come over that weekend to see Naruto. Telling him she wants to let his therapist know, and give them both time to emotionally prepare for the ordeal. He agrees and Hayate offers to drive him since she lives on the outskirts of town. She pats them both on the back, forcefully, and tells them they’re good kids. Iruka’s ribs complain and he grimaces. Hayate warns her to be gentle with him in a tone that makes him feel like an old man and his face flames.

“I wish you would stop saying it like that! I’m not fragile Hayate!” he complains, petulant. Hayate laughs and takes his elbow.

“Lets get you home now, Jii-chan” he teases while Iruka sputters.

XXX

They meet at the Inuzaka's house on a cold weekend in November and she tells him that Naruto was so excited when she brought it up he immediately started packing his bags, convinced he was going home. He was understandably upset when they explained it was only a visit.

The house is all dogs and terrifyingly friendly people. Word apparently having gotten around and the whole family showing up to meet the infamous ‘nii-chan.’ He’s glad they all seem so concerned and protective of the kids. Once the family (and the many dogs) got a chance to meet him, Tsume shoos them all out and texts Hana to bring Naruto back, explaining that she sent the kids to the nearby park to run off their energy. Iruka compliments her strategy and feels like maybe he should’ve tried running off his nervous energy too. He fidgets on the couch and half-listens as Hayate and Tsume discuss the recent development in a book they’re reading for their romance book club. When he hears the door open and suddenly he has an armful of golden-haired joy.

They collapse on the floor holding eachother, and crying. Iruka takes note of the changes. He’s slightly taller, one of his arms is noticeably more tan than the other, and one of his canines is missing giving his smile a lopsided effect. His hair is shorter too and Iruka doesn’t need to constantly brush his bangs out of the way to see his face. Naruto starts talking a mile a minute filling him in on everything that he's missed.

He pulls a photo album out of nowhere and starts showing Iruka pictures of him in a bright orange cast he had to wear all summer. Complaining about how hot and itchy it was. He tells him about his 3^rd grade class and how he’s been getting good grades, better than Kiba’s! and that they’re in the same class so he has friends now since Kiba’s friends hang out with him too! Pointing to a picture with two other boys; one with Tsume’s wild hair and another wearing black sunglasses (‘you were right! People do like me!’)
He tells him about his birthday party and how his school friends came for a sleepover and shows him photos of him with a cake while insisting it still wasn’t as good as old man Teuchi’s Ramen.

Iruka notices the photos feature a lot of dogs, but one huge mean-looking rust-colored dog begins showing up constantly. Curled around Naruto’s feet, or sitting next to him in nearly every picture. He listens as Naruto tells him that he went trick ‘r treating for the first time ever and shows him pictures of him dressed up like a ninja with the russet dog sporting a matching black eye mask and not looking very happy about it. He asks about the dog and Naruto tells him about the ‘pervy Pirate-San’ who comes around to train with him and all the cool things he’s been learning to do. Iruka looks to Tsume.

“...pervy pirate?” He asks quirking an eyebrow, and she laughs and tells him not to worry,

“It’s one of the trainers who comes by. You’ll meet him. Naruto’s been calling him that ever since he and Kiba found him reading one of our book club books one day. It had a shirtless man on the cover and they were offended,” she rolls her eyes.

“He and Naruto have gotten pretty close, actually,” she comments and gestures to the photo album “that was his idea. He took most the photos.”

Iruka sighs and admonishes Naruto for calling people perverts (while secretly agreeing that they probably shouldn’t be reading books like that in public). The pirate part was probably a compliment though. He stroked a photo of Naruto beaming at the camera with his arms around the russet dog’s neck and wishes he could thank the man for filling him in on what he missed.

“He says I can keep Kurama-sama! He only listens to me anyway.” Naruto says proudly, puffing out his chest and beaming up at Iruka.

“That’s the dog?” he asks looking at the animal in the photo who was mean-mugging the camera.

“He’s not a dog, he’s a Kyuubi.” Naruto insists, clearly offended on his pet’s behalf. Iruka once again looks to Tsume for clarification.

“Its a special breed of dog, mostly-wild. Many think they can’t be tamed but Naruto’s sure got him wrapped around his finger.”

“Along with the rest of us.” Iruka comments dryly, and both Tsume and Hayate laugh.

Naruto moves on and shows him pictures of the tooth he lost from eating the caramel Halloween candy and shows him the nub of a tooth that’s growing in to replace it, while Iruka coo’s over it appropriately.

They talk for hours until Naruto falls asleep curled up in his lap. His little hands fisted in Iruka’s shirt like he’s worried Iruka will disappear in a puff of smoke if he lets go. Tsume kindly offers to show him to Naruto’s room so he can tuck him in and Iruka smiles at her gratefully. Carrying his sleeping kid to bed and then sitting on the floor of the messy room next to him, carding his fingers through his hair as he peacefully sleeps with Kero-san tucked under one arm. He takes in the room, the books and toys scattered around, and his eyes settle on the bag half-packed at the end of his bed.

He can hear a dog howling nearby and feels a lot like howling himself. Instead he kisses his kid’s golden crown and leaves the room. Stopping in the bathroom to compose himself before reappearing in the living room.

They set up a regular routine so Iruka and Naruto can see eachother. Picking him up from the gym on the days he has training, with the option to visit or take him out on the weekends. Hayate jokingly complains that they’re never going to see him anymore.

As they drive back to the apartment Iruka thinks of the dog in the photos, who seemed nearly as big as Iruka himself, and informs his friend quietly

“I need to buy a house.”

xxx

He starts seeing Naruto regularly and it’s like seeing the sun after a long winter. Happiness blooms in his chest and he feels incandescent, glowing from the inside out.
Guy-Sensei enthusiastically chats with him at the gym about Naruto’s progress and Iruka’s physical therapy. The man encourages him to join the adult’s class and gives an impassioned speech about how ‘the Will Of Fire burns brightly within you Iruka!’ He smiles awkwardly and invites him along to Ichiraku with them after class.

XXX

He reaches out to the elementary school about teaching. At his doctor’s suggestion he decides to wait until the next year (his doctor being concerned that chasing after children all day might hinder his recovery). The principal agrees and tells him that starting in the middle of the school term would just be further disruption in an already chaotic year. He emphasizes that they are excited for his return and a few of his colleges send him get well soon messages.

Curiously, no one asks him about the trial.

Kurenai puts him in contact with her colleagues Izumo and Kotetsu who work at the local university’s Law Library. They’re both terrible gossips and terribly in love with eachother. They offer him a job and Iruka’s excited to have something to do again.
He spends his spare time browsing housing listings online and researching Konoha’s adoption process.

X

It's one of those slushy gray days where the weather can't seem to decide if it wants to commit to winter weather. Iruka's reading a guide on adoption at the work desk, trying to make sense of the legal language when a shadow crosses his book. He looks up to greet the patron and finds a familiar gray eye curving up in greeting.

“Hatake-Jonin-Sama!” Iruka says in surprise and then realizes it shouldn’t be that surprising. He’s a lawyer and this is a law library after all.

“Kakashi” the man says and Iruka blinks,

“What?” he asks confused.

“I’d prefer you call me Kakashi. We’re friendly enough don’t you think” and he winks. At least Iruka thinks it’s a wink. He can tell Izumo has started listening from the other side of the desk, his head turning fractionally to face Iruka who starts to blush.

“Now’s the part where you tell me your name, or I’ll be forced to keep calling you ‘pretty brown-eyes’” Kakashi chuckles and Iruka blushes even deeper.

“I-Iruka” he stumbles over his own name and fights the sudden urge to bury himself in sand for 1000 years.

“Iru~ka” Kakashi purrs, rolling it off his tongue like he’s savoring the flavor of it. Iruka feels the weight of Izumo’s stare and the urge to bury himself intensifies.

“Can I help you with something Hatake-Sama?” Iruka smiles wielding his formality like a shield and ignoring the way Kakashi’s eye looses its amused arch. He slides a book over the counter to Iruka.

“I need to return this. I’m afraid it might be a bit late…” Iruka scans the book and glances at the pop-up announcing it’s overdue status.

“And by a bit late, of course you mean overdue by three months…” Iruka lets his smile leave his eyes as he grins up at Kakashi “That’ll be $30 in late fees. Would you like to pay with cash or card?” He hears Izumo laugh and stifle it with a cough. Kakashi ignores it and appraises Iruka for a moment (long enough for Iruka to wonder if they normally waive his late fees) and then he fishes his wallet from his pocket. He holds each bill up to his face before handing over a $20 and $10 bill. Iruka audibly confirms what he’s received and Kakashi pauses before putting away his wallet. Iruka processes the transaction.

“Anything else I can help you with today, Hatake-sama?” he asks, smiling his shit-eating-grin.  

“Are you a law student?” the man asks abruptly and Iruka pauses, caught off guard.

“No. I'm a teacher.”

“Really?” he says interested and Iruka swears he leers with only one eye. “Iruka-sensei” Iruka feels the muscle twitch in his jaw. He feels rather than sees Izumo stand, perhaps reacting to the sudden murderous intent rolling off him in waves.

“Yes. I teach fourth grade.” He confirms, smiling stiffly and not backing down.

“What were you doing at the courthouse that fine day? If you don’t mind me asking, Iruka~sensei. Must've been serious if it was the Sondime.” Iruka blushes and scratches his nose nervously. He opens his mouth to answer just as Izumo leans over dramatically and says, dead-serious,

“Murder” Iruka jumps.

“Izumo!” he looks up at him panicked “It's not what you think!” His eyes dash between his friend and Kakashi who both look alarmed by his reaction.

“Omg I was joking! Wait, really?!?” Izumo asks. Kakashi blinks his good eye in shock,

“Were you called as a witness, or…?” Kakashi asks and Iruka sighs, pinching his brow so he doesn’t have to look at either of them.

“No, I was being tried for manslaughter…” He says quietly with a rather put-upon sigh and giving up the ghost.

“You? YOU!? Surely not!” Izumo nearly shouts and Kakashi silently agrees with him while Iruka shushes and reminds him they’re in a library.

“It was dismissed on the grounds that it was self defense” he says defensively, still not meeting their eyes. He can tell from the heat in his face that he must be beet-red.

“Now that's a backstory I'd love to hear.” Izumo muses and Kakashi is finding more in common with the librarian every second.

“Absolutely not! Hatake-Sama is there something else I can help you with?” He pins the man with a glare and Kakashi shakes his head,

“No, no. We’re good, that’s all…” Iruka nods, snapping his book shut and standing up.

“Thank you, again, for your assistance that day at the courthouse. It really helped.” he says in a clipped voice. It comes out much harsher than he expected, “If you’ll excuse me. Have a nice day.” He nods at Kakashi and glares at Izumo then walks off to hide in the stacks for awhile.

X

Later, Izumo fills in Kotetsu and they make fun of him for rendering Kakashi speechless.

“You must've really shocked him,” Izumo teases "the scariest man in the room practically cowered when you wished him a good day,” he laughs.

“He did not! What do you mean by ‘scariest’ anyway, Izumo?” Iruka asks.

“Kakashi is retired black ops, special forces. R.E.D.*” Kotetsu informs him and Iruka is shocked.

“What?” He asks again.

“Yeah, involved in a lot of super secret shit, he's probably killed a bunch of people…” Izumo wags his eyebrows at Iruka who halfheartedly throws a stapled stack of papers at him. It flutters between them uselessly and Izumo laughs.

“He retired on medical grounds. Rumor is he lost an eye and his face is pretty scarred, that’s why he wears the mask all the time. Now he does legal consulting. Helps vets sue the government and what not.” Izumo tells him picking up the papers.

“He trains service dogs on the side too,” Kotstsu adds “he usually brings them in with him; you’ll probably meet them.”

“So that’s what he does.” Iruka mumbles mostly to himself.

“Yeah him and the Mighty Guy” Kotetsu says striking a pose, “They’re partners. You'll meet him too, soon enough.” Iruka blinks at him in shock.

“of Mighty Guy gym…?” he asks weakly and it’s Izumo and Kotetsu’s turn to be shocked.

“Don’t tell me you know him already too!” Izumo demands.

“I’m in his self defense class,” Iruka admits sheepishly “I didn’t know he had a partner…”

They gape at him. Iruka suddenly wonders if he’s really bad at reading friendliness as flirting.

XXX

Later that week Kakashi was studying at the library. He reached down to hand Uhei a treat, but the dog didn’t take the treat from his hand. Kakashi looked down and found the spot the dog had been occupying empty. He looked around. Uhei had wandered over to where Iruka was shelving books. He nosed at Iruka’s hand and the man crouched to give him pets. Picking up the dog’s lead where it was dragging behind him.

“What are you doing by yourself?” Iruka asked him in a light tone, looking up at Kakashi as he approached.

“Maa, sorry about that Iruka-Sensei.”  Kakashi sighed rubbing the back of his head in apology. The dog held up his paw for Iruka to shake and Kakashi blushed behind his mask. This was friend-making behavior. His dog was trying to be a wing-man.

“Not a problem. What’s this guy’s name?” Iruka asked.

“Uhei” he answered

“Nice to meet you Uhei” he shook the dog’s paw and stood with a smile. Uhei nosed at Iruka’s pocket

“-oh!” Iruka said surprised, and pulled out a little bag of treats “I forgot those were in there.” He had been introduced to Kurama-sama earlier that day. The mysterious ‘Pirate-San’ unable to make it so Tsume chaperoned the introduction. It went well. The dog strangely obedient with very little prompting. Tsume laughed and told him Kurama could probably sense his relationship with Naruto. The dog hadn’t needed much bribing after all. He looked down at the dog begging for a treat.

“I shouldn’t give you a treat for wandering off,” he said with a laugh “but can I?” He asked Kakashi.

“Sure, I mean if you want.” Kakashi replied nonchalant. The dog was technically doing something he had been trained to do. Internally, Kakashi’s mind was short circuiting. Why did the cute sensei have dog treats? Iruka gave the greyhound a treat and pet his head.

“I was introduced to a dog today” he said as if reading Kakashi’s thoughts and indicating the treat bag. “I don’t suppose you have any advice about how to get a dog to like you?” he asked turning his pretty brown eyes on Kakashi.

“I wouldn’t worry about it Sensei. I mean, my dogs seem to like you…” he eyed the traitor who was now pressing himself into Iruka’s leg. Iruka chuckled softly.

“Even Akino? Have I been forgiven?” He asked referring to the dog who’s tail he’d stepped on when they first met. Kakashi smiled, his good eye closing as it curved.

“Keep the treats on you and I’m sure he’ll come around.” He liked the sound of Iruka’s answering laugh.

Iruka held out the lead for him to take, pressing it into his hand when he reached for it. Kakashi stood there awkwardly and fidgeted with it while Iruka whispered sweet nothings and rubbed his dog’s ears. He knew he should probably walk away now, but he wanted to ask Iruka-Sensei if he knew Naruto’s nii-chan (who the kid and several adults had informed him was also a teacher). Problem was he didn’t know which school Iruka worked at and didn’t want to come across as a creep by asking.

He warred with the indecision for a moment and decided not to ask. He wasn’t ready to know. Uhei sensed his anxiety and reluctantly left the teacher to lean into Kakashi instead. He smiled down at the dog and let the pressure ground him.

“I best be getting back to my research. Sorry again for disturbing you” he told Iruka.

“Of course, and it was no problem. Good evening, Hatake-Sama, Uhei-san” he said with a smile and a small wave.

Cute Kakashi sighed to himself as he walked back to his desk.

XXX

Iruka starts carrying dog treats in his pockets regularly. It comes in handy when spending so much time around the Inuzaka's and their dogs. Iruka never thought he’d like dogs but finds that they're remarkably similar to young children. Eager to please and follow instructions, and usually just happy to be included.

He spends the holiday with Naruto at the Inuzaka’s house. Tsume told him the only thing Naruto asked Santa-Sama for this year was to spend the day with Iruka ‘like he promised’ and Iruka never breaks his promises.

Their house is decorated to the nines, with a proper tree and garlands over every door and window. It’s hallmark worthy, but it makes Iruka miss the cardboard tree they had last year. Every room seems to be overflowing with Inuzakas and their dogs. It’s absolute chaos, just like they claimed. He’s disappointed when he learns ‘Pirate-San’ (who Tsume refers to as Hound-San) couldn’t make it this year. He had been looking forward to finally meeting him in person.

His friends at the district 4 police station gift him a cookbook with a thank you note for feeding them and hopes that he wont stop anytime soon. They send him off with Ichiraku gift cards for Naruto and make him swear he’ll bring the kid around to see them more. Iwashi gives him a small, day-glo orange t-shirt they specially made for this year’s Spring Inter-Departmental Kickball Tournament (that they all still insist Naruto is the mascot for) with the official seal of the Konohagakure Police Department on the back and Naruto falls all over himself laughing when he opens it. Iruka sends a photo of him wearing it (and sporting his trademarked gap-tooth thousand-watt smile) to the group chat. Genma sends back a video of a drunk Iwashi crying over it.

Tsume corners him as they watch the kids run around trying to wrestle Santa hats on Akamaru and Kurama-Sama in the backyard and asks him how the adoption process is going.

“I don’t know,” he sighs “Do you really think they’d let me?” he asks, voicing his fear aloud for the first time. She scoffs.

“You're good with him, from what I've heard, you were good to him when no one else was. They’d be fools to try and keep you apart” he hums and wills himself to believe it. She puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“If nothing else, he deserves to have someone fighting for him.” Iruka's heart squeezes painfully as he silently agrees.

X

On New Years day, He picks up Naruto and takes him out for Ramen. As they eat, Iruka plucks up the courage and asks him formally if he can try. He tells him there's no guarantee that the state will allow it, but he wants to give it a shot, and he wanted to make sure Naruto was ok with it before he did. Naruto looks hollow, staring up at him with wide watery blue eyes,

“You really want to?” he asks in a small voice.

“Yes of course I do, Naruto, I love you” Iruka says barely keeping it together. Naruto scoffs and turns away going bright red. Iruka wonders if it's the first time someone has ever told him that and his heart squeezes painfully.

“Yeah ok, do what you want,” he grouches into his ramen. Iruka knows from experience that's the ‘yes’ he gives when he doesn't want to get his hopes up about something. He leans over and gives Naruto a hug, kissing the scar on his temple. Teuchi subtly wipes his eyes and gives them both a second bowl.

The rest of the night goes normally, Naruto gushing about his ninja training and the new trick he’s been trying to teach Kurama-Sama. At drop-off Naruto gives him a fierce hug, like he’s trying to squeeze all the air out of Iruka. His ribs complain but he squeezes back just as hard until Naruto dashes away.

Tsume invites him to stay after Naruto falls asleep. Iruka considers it, his friends are all out drinking and he hesitates to return to an empty apartment.

He calls Asuma.

“This is Asuma” the man answers a little breathless.

“More like Ass-uma,” he quips for the hell of it then heads off the question he knows is coming “I’m safe, but there’s something I need your help with, are you free?”

“What is it you need help with?” Asuma asks, concern bleeding into his voice.

“I want to adopt Naruto.” His hands shake a little as he says it. He hears a sigh through the phone and a muffled ‘Bout time’ grumbled in the background. It occurs to him that its a holiday and he might have company. The thought makes him blush.

“Are you-? Is K-?” he starts to say at the same time Asuma sighs,

“I already have the application prepared,” Of course he did Iruka thinks, closing his eyes “Come over in twenty minutes?”

“Kurenai won’t mind?” he asks.

“Make it closer an hour” she tells him and the line goes dead. Iruka laughs and tries not to think about what his call might’ve been interrupting.

He shows up a while later with snacks and they stay up half the night filling out the paperwork. The two lawyers helping him write the most emotionally moving and compelling application essay ever to grace the desks at Konoha's CPS. Asuma kisses the print-out and calls it his masterpiece before Kurenai yanks it from his hands and files it in the binder. Iruka watches their antics from where he’s slumped on the couch and laughs away his nerves.

They file it first thing the next morning on their way to brunch.

XXX

[picture of Chief Danzo at a podium in front of the courthouse holding a press conference]

| SERIAL KILLER AT LARGE |
Third Body Found Confirms Fears

Late Tuesday night a third child’s body was discovered by patrol officers in one of Konoha’s busiest public parks. The note allegedly found with the body reads:
[The body ages but the mind is immortal]

Copy-cat or not, the investigators are now treating this as the work of a serial killer. Police Chief Danzo pressuring the city to approve the hiring of two dozen new officers to increase patrols in an emergency press conference held last Tuesday. Several PTA have written to city council members demanding action. The Konoha Police Department asks any citizens who have information regarding the investigation please call the KPD tip hotline [XXX-XXXX]

X

The day all of Naruto’s paperwork finally lands on the desk of Jiraiya is the same day that the third mutilated child’s corpse is found.

In the chaos, Jiraiya never notices the binder’s disappearance.

XXX

When the application comes back denied Iruka calls into work and wallows. Genma and Hayate too busy with the investigation to notice the change in his mood. Hayate himself distraught at the discovery of yet another kid.

The next day Iruka goes into work at the library, red-eyed and irritable. He doesn’t notice Kakashi until he’s standing right in front of the desk. He processes the book wordlessly. Kakashi failing to get him to engage with their usual banter and a little unnerved that Iruka doesn’t scold him or charge a late fee for the overdue book.

“Maaa, Iruka-sensei,” he rubs the back of his head nervously “are you alright? You look like your dog died.”

Iruka looks up at him and to Kakashi horror his lower lip trembles and his eyes well with tears. Kakashi panics,

“Ah! Don’t do that! I didn't mean it, unless your dog really did die? Are you OK??”

He rounds the table and today’s service dog (Bull) puts his head in Iruka’s lap. Iruka hugs the dog and sobs silently into his blue jacket. Kakashi looks around wildly for help. His good eye locks with who he hopes is Izumo across the library and he frantically waves him over.

“Iruka?” Izumo asks worried “What happened?” He fixes Kakashi with a death glare.

“I asked if his dog died and He just...started crying…” Kakashi defends himself weakly as Izumo continues to glare.

“I didn't mean to!” Kakashi states in a panic Iruka waves him off taking deep breaths,

“I'm so-sorry, this is so unprofessional,” he gets out between breaths trying to calm himself down.

“Nonsense, its ok,” Izumo pats his back reassuringly “you know I like seeing Kakashi all flustered.” Kakashi blushes at the comment and Iruka huffs a laugh and takes a tissue Kakashi offers.

“I shouldn't have come in today. I just, I just could be at home al-alone.” his breath stutters and he breaks down again hiding his face in the tissue as Bull tries to lick his face. Izumo exchanges a panicked look with Kakashi.

“Don't worry about it at all, we'll support you, right?” he looks at Kakashi for back up,

“Right.” he agrees instantly “We're here for you.”

Bull continues to lick at his face.

“Thanks Bull” he says quietly and gives the dog scratches.

“Why don't we go to the bathroom and wash up, yeah?” Izumo says gently, giving the drooling dog a poorly concealed look of disgust. Iruka nods. Kakashi guides his dog away, moving to give them space. Izumo gets Iruka up and starts to the break-room but he throws over his shoulder

“Hang tight, Kakashi. I'll send Kotetsu out.”

“Ok” he says “I'll…. Wait…”

He watches Iruka’s slumped retreating form and Bull whines.

XXX

Izumo and Kotetsu take Iruka out drinking that night after work despite Iruka insisting he doesn't drink. After four ginger-ales and too many strategically probing questions he tearfully explains to them about Naruto, about becoming a fixture in eachother’s lives, about how much he loves him,  about being separated, and now how he's been rejected. He pulls the letter from his pocket and let's them read how Konohagakure declared him ‘unfit to parent.’ Izumo is appalled,

“You took a bullet for this kid and they won't let you adopt him!! Those bastards!”

“I told you he had a good reason to be uptight,” Kotetsu commented “goddamn Saint he is.”

“That explains why you never look at Kakashi twice, anyway.” Izumo grumbled into his drink.

Iruka blinks at them from his stool, confused and unsure how to respond.

“So what are you going to do?” they ask.

“What? What can I do?” Iruka despairs.

“Well, what's your plan to appeal?” Kotetsu asks.

“I can appeal?” Iruka asks looking at him over the rim of his glass.

“Yeah, it says so at the bottom here.” And he reads it out. Iruka yanks the paper to see for himself and nearly over balances. He hadn't made it to the bottom when he read it the first time, stopping at the list of reasons he was seen as unfit that essentially add up to ‘not a woman.’ The paper is blurry through his tears and he can't get the letters to stop dancing away from him.

Kotetsu takes pity and points it out to him. His focus suddenly crystallizing on the words “appeal process:” and he gasps and actually loses his balance.

XXX

He tells Naruto he hasn't heard back yet.

Chapter Text

Winter break ends and after months focused on his recovery, between his Physical Training and the Mighty Guy’s gym, Iruka feels like he’s in the best physical shape of his life, despite the bullet wound.

If only his mental health could say the same.

The last few weeks leading up to the first day of school he feels like ants are crawling under his skin. Overwhelmed with the pent up anxieties and stresses of the past year, and with very little outlet, he feels his control slipping. All of the unhealthy things he could be doing worm their way into his thoughts and he spends more and more time at the gym trying to work them out.

Guy seems to sense his distress and distracts him with goals and weekly challenges that give him a sense of control over his life. He’s glad to have something to do besides wallow. With Guy’s reliable rock-solid support Iruka begins to feel human again (he can see why Hatake-Sama chose the man for a partner).

When school finally starts he throws himself into teaching like a drowning man on a raft.

His class is rowdy, but he quickly finds lesson plans that they respond to and they greet him excitedly everyday. He really missed it. His colleagues begin to rely on him, asking him to watch problem children during recess or bouncing lesson plans off of him after school. He’s a little surprised but pleased. He thought it would take longer for him to find his groove. That he’d be woe-fully out of his depth when presented with a classroom all his own, but somehow it just seems to work. As though it’s what he’d always been meant to do.

X

He spends more and more time with Naruto and consequently meets most of Naruto’s new friends. In addition to Kiba, Shino is a shy, quiet boy with photo-sensitive eyes and an obsessive interest in insects. They mention a few other friends, namely Shikamaru and Choji, and point them out during recess, but they never seem to hang out together after school.

Kiba and Shino both sign up for Guy’s after-school class. And they begin to hang out with Neji and Rock Lee who go to the same gym. Both older students in the advanced class. Both proclaimed prodigies with wins at the international tournament (and Neji gets to be a condescending little prick about it sometimes).

Rock Lee (who Naruto only refers to as Bushy-Brows) is a mini Guy-Sensei, idolizing the enthusiastic man in green spandex. When Naruto declares he’ll beat them both in the tournament once he’s old enough to compete, the kids rise to the bait, and they argue constantly.

Despite all the bickering they seem to get along quite well. Iruka’s just glad Naruto finally made some friends his own age.

Iruka wrangles them to Ichiraku at least once a week after training (much to the delight of the Konoha district 4 police officers and Kurenai, who’ve taken to hanging out there). Kiba develops a little crush on Kurenai, trying to impress her and giving Asuma an eight year old’s equivalent to a shovel talk when he finds out they’re dating. She finds it endlessly endearing. Iruka teases Asuma about it, claiming he’ll never escape parenthood now and it makes the man turn beet-red much to Iruka's delight. 

Twice a week he works at the Law Library in the evenings and infallibly runs into Hatake-Sama who seems to always show up during his shifts. He wonders idly to himself about how different his life would have to be to make it harder for him to be stalked. He makes a point to always ask how Guy-Sensei is doing (as if he didn’t see the enthusiastic man nearly every day) whenever Kakashi starts to flirt with him. Kakashi’s head tilts like a confused dog as he responds

“Better than the rest of us, really.” Iruka grumbles and can’t help but agree.

Kakashi starts bringing Guy-Sensei with him to the library, and though he’s by far the loudest patron, not even Iruka has the heart to shush him. It bewilders Iruka to no end when Kakashi continues to flirt with him. He’s so nervous and sweet about it that it doesn’t really bother Iruka so much.  Iruka wonders if Kakashi is trying to get him into some kind of poly-amorous situation and tries to plan out how to let them both down gently in a way that doesn’t jeopardize his role at the library or Naruto’s presence in Guy’s class. He blushes even harder as Guy-Sensei sends him terribly obvious thumbs-up from across the room and Izumo and Kotetsu snicker and tease him about it.

X

In his spare time (HA!), He gets bogged down in the adoption appeal process. Asuma joining him in the evenings sometimes and pouring over all the needlessly complicated legal jargon with him until Asuma finally admits it might be beyond his abilities and recommends he look into getting a family law attorney,

“I’m a like a butter knife hacking away at this shit, Iruka. You need a machete.” Asuma assures him they won't give up and he’ll ask around for recommendations.

He laments to Genma and Hayate about it all over their weekly dinner. Genma pats his hand and suggests he take the advice and hire a lawyer.

“How would I even afford that? I'm a teacher.” Iruka asks, petulant. They look up family lawyers for the hell of it and he loses hope at the estimates. Genma suggests that he could do this instead of buying a house and Hayate reminds him that he needs a place to live so he can adopt Naruto to begin with.
He feels stuck and useless. Drowning in the bureaucracy separating him from his kid.

He asks after the officers to switch topics. Genma shows them the progress he’s been making on learning magic tricks to impress the kids. Iruka and Hayate try not to laugh as he pulls a coin from behind their ears and assure him that children will totally find it impressive. Genma is impervious to embarrassment and takes them at their word.

They start chatting about the investigation and they inform Iruka they’re hitting nothing but dead-ends. Naruto’s files are sealed and they’d need a court order to unlock them. CPS is missing in action and the last two children found are as unidentifiable as the first, like they didn’t even exist. They complain that the investigators officially assigned to the case don’t seem to be doing anything and refuse all their offers of assistance.

Hayate mentions ominously that he might be seeking ‘alternative routes’ to gain access to the information they need and Genma and Iruka share a worried look.

They eat the delicious meal Iruka cooked and talk about their precinct’s chances in next week’s Inter-Departmental Kickball Tournament instead. Assessing and ranking each of their friends potential abilities for kicking and running.

“The bare essentials of police work” Genma calls it.

X

Everyone is disappointed when the tournament is canceled once again as the city council finally approves hiring more officers. Their department is suddenly swamped by rookies.

“The whole point of the tournament is to build communication and trust between departments!” Genma complains. He grouches about training and claims he hardly knows anyone in the other departments anymore.

XXX

His friends take to his house hunting with enthusiasm and flood the group chat with ads for houses and photos of for-sale signs in front of houses they like. On one memorable occasion, Hayate and Genma send him a selfie in front of a house they just arrested someone at with the caption <remove the meth lab and this house could really be a home ♡ >

Sometimes he’ll go look at houses alone, struggling to imagine Naruto and Kurama running around in the yards, but he just can’t picture it. He’s not sure what he’s looking for.

He’s walking back to the apartment from the library one night when he finds it.

He had to take a different route than he usually would because a water-main break had his normal route closed off. So he looped around and headed in the direction of the Gym and it took him through one of Konoha’s oldest neighborhoods. He slowed down from his purposeful stride to a slow meander and admired the architecture of the old family compounds, pausing to look through the gates at the beautiful courtyards and short traditional houses.

They remind him of his family home. He tries to recall what it looked like and could only get vague impressions: His mother in the kitchen, His father dozing on a tatami mat. He smiles wistfully up at the moon-lit night as he strolls by an overgrown wall.

It catches his attention.

All of the other houses in this neighborhood have been carefully tended, but this one is a mess. Ivy blanketing the walls and weeds growing up from cracks in the sidewalk. He walks the perimeter of the property looking for an entrance, and discovers the back wall disappears into a wooded area beyond the end of the sidewalk. He turns around and retraces his steps. Eventually he finds a little window, half covered in ivy, and peers through to see an overgrown yard. Grass nearly as tall as him, with trees spiraling into to night sky and draping themselves over the walls haphazardly. Nested in the middle of it all, a beautiful white house that seems to glow in the moonlight.
Iruka looks down the street around him and finding the coast to be clear he heaves himself up and over the wall, entering the property.

His body thrums with giddy excitement as he lands and makes his way through the tall weeds to the house. The walls of the compound encircle him and he irrationally feels as though he were being hugged. Like the space itself had wrapped around him in friendly greeting and bid him welcome.

It was beautiful, old and incredibly well made. Clearly meant to withstand generations. He steps up onto the entryway and thinks about how easy it would be to add a ramp. He cups his eyes and peers through the window into a dark room. It looks abandoned. He goes to the front door and notes it’s unusually tall. He knocks and hears the sound echo within. On a whim he tries the handle and is surprised when it opens. The notion of ‘trespassing’ doesn’t even cross his mind as he walks into the house. All he thinks is that Ibiki won’t have to duck when he comes over and the genkan is big enough for a wheelchair. He fights the urge to remove his shoes and continues deeper to explore the space.

The main room is huge, at first he fretted that it might really be too much space but then he pictures the Konoha district 4 police force lounging around with dogs running through. He pauses to imagine the not-so-distant future, when Naruto will be a teenager, and all his friends will want to come over and roughhouse in the space and he can see it. He can picture it happening in this room.

He steps into the kitchen and finds the counter tops to be the perfect height for him. He can see himself cooking here. He finds the pantry behind a wooden door, sturdy enough to keep the dogs out, and imagines a hoard of hungry kids rummaging for snacks. He chuckles at the thought. There is a space for dining nearby and he imagines a kotatsu there in the winter. Naruto doing homework while Kurama naps. All of them napping together while it snows outside. The image makes him feel warm and he smiles.

He finds a traditional bathing room on the side of the house with a long hose and draining floor. He thinks of how much easier it will be to clean up the dogs and kids before they enter the house. It had a tub too, just like the one he had grown up with and he runs his fingers over the tiles before moving on outside. There is a roka leading away to the bedrooms and he follows it along, peeking in and imagining which one Naruto will want. He turns the corner and the space opens up into what he is sure used to be a garden. The grass and trees are overgrown here too, but he can see the space and imagine what it would look like with a little love.

A huge open lawn, like a training ground, just off the veranda. He can picture playing chess with Asuma there, the dogs in the yard, relaxing in the grass by that tree. He lets himself get carried away picturing a his future in this space. Maybe, eventually, with a partner. Someone standing next to him in the kitchen, reading next to him in the grass. He tries to give form to this faceless man and his mind supplies an image of a single gray eye crinkling with humor.

He shakes the thought from his head and decides that is enough of that.

He leans against one of the house’s sturdy pillars and just takes it in. It’s perfect. Whatever it was that he had been looking for he has found it in this abandoned house. He pulls out his phone and marks it’s location on a map so he can find it again later. It was a good location, walking distance to the school, the library, and the gym. Best of all, it was close to Ichiraku. Situated right in the middle of all the places he went. He wonders how to even go about finding the owners. It was a bit late to go knocking on the neighbor’s doors and asking about it. Noting it was close to the gym he thinks perhaps Guy-Sensei would know something about the neighborhood…

He makes his way back to the front and tries to follow the swamped path back to where he hopes a front gate would be. Sometimes these houses have family names carved by the entrance, or maybe there is a mailbox he could check.

He hoists himself up over the gate and feels suddenly exposed without the comforting walls around him. He checks the front pillars, one having a little dog statue and the other a pile of rubble where a statue used to be. Where a family name would have been was now only rough damage to the stone, as though someone had unceremoniously chiseled it off. Iruka frowns at the sight, running his hand over it. There was no mailbox.
He sighs into the night and continues his walk back to the apartment he shares with his friend.

The future suddenly seemed much closer than it ever had before.

XXX

He corners Guy after class some days later and invites him out to dinner, alone, sometime that week. Thinking he could ask about the house in private when he was available. He’s surprised when Guy-Sensei’s face turns uncharacteristically stony and he starts describing to Iruka all the ways he is ‘married to his work’ and ‘not looking for anything right now’ and even if he was he ‘would never wish to intrude where his closest comrade’s affections had already been declared’

“-we will be rivals in all else, but never love!” he declares to Iruka, impassioned.

It takes Iruka’s brain a full minute to catch up and realize he’s being let-down. He blushes to the roots of his hair with embarrassment before hastening to clarify,

“No, no, no, I’m so sorry Guy, I meant as friends. We’re just friends! The invite to dinner was completely platonic!” he shakes his head emphatically, “I don’t have time in for anything beyond Naruto, right now, and even if I did, I mean I’m sure you’re lovely but, but- but-” he flounders “aren’t you and Hatake-Sama partners???” he asks bewildered. Guy-Sensei gives him a boisterous laugh and clarifies,

“We’re legal partners. As in, we share a law practice.” and then launches into an explanation of how his esteemed rival did most of the leg-work (pun intended), while his strength lay in rhetoric, and together they made the best legal team in all of Konoha. Iruka hides his face in embarrassment and explains how he was led to the conclusion that they were a couple by gossiping librarians while Guy-Sensei laughs good natured-ly at the awkward situation.

“You are a noble soul Iruka! Fending off my rival’s attentions under the misunderstanding that you were defending my honor from acts of infidelity.” Iruka decides to never mention on the poly-amorous assumptions in hopes of escaping this conversation.

Iruka makes him promise he won’t tell anyone else about this and the man clasps Iruka’s hands with both of his and solemnly swears he will never betray Iruka’s confidence. His features then soften and he asks, hesitantly, if he should dissuade Kakashi from his pursuit on Iruka’s behalf. Iruka’s face feels like it’s on fire but he answers,

“Its fine. I- I mean I don’t mind… ah that is… since you’re not…” Guy gives him an appraising look that makes him want to fidget. He wiggles his hands free from Guy’s,

“I’m capable of setting my own boundaries.” he announces to the man, scratching his nose nervously and willing the statement to be true.

They make plans to get dinner.

X

“Are you familiar with the neighborhood” Iruka asks over their noodles. Guy nods and confirms he knows most of it from his morning jaunts. Iruka pulls out his phone and shows Guy-Sensei the address he pinned on the map. Describing the house, and asking him if he knew about it or who owned it.

Guy takes one glance at the phone and chokes on his ramen.

“Why do you ask Iruka?” he inquires once he can breathe again. More solemn than usual.

“Ah, well…” Iruka scratched his nose nervously “I need to have a house if I want to adopt Naruto. I’ve been looking for months and this one is just…it’s perfect” He pauses trying to organize his thoughts. He’s still feeling a little enchanted by the space and tries to prepare himself for disappointment.

“I found it walking the other night and it’s everything I’ve been looking for and it just, I don’t know, it feels right.” He glances over at Guy and catches him looking a little misty-eyed, Iruka gets a little worried his friend might start waxing poetic about youth again, but instead Guy clears his throat,

“I know the owner,” he confirms and Iruka’s feels his whole face light up with excitement, “They’ve been trying to sell it for awhile, they claim it’s haunted.” Guy adds.

Iruka scoffs at the comment. Neglected, sure. Lonely, even, but of all the vibes he’d gotten from that place, not one of them had been remotely close to ‘haunted.’

“Do you have their contact?” he asks excited “I’d like to get ahold of them as soon as possible.” Iruka tried to contain his excitement at the knowledge it was actually for sale, reminding himself a lot could still go wrong. Guy smiled big, teeth sparkling in the light,

“Let me talk to them for you, Iruka. It’s probably for the best that this sale remains anonymous.” He gives an encouraging thumbs up and Iruka agrees, a little daunted, but he trusts Guy.

“Let me write a letter for them at least, explaining my interest.” he insists and Guy’s smile softens and he agrees to try and pass it along.

Iruka can’t thank him enough. For once his anxiety is unable to drown out the excitement he feels at the prospect of buying this house.

XXX

Iruka quietly passed Guy a letter with a wink the next time he came in to the library with Kakashi, and the man tucked it into the pocket of his track jacket. Kakashi’s eye followed the movement but he didn’t ask. Instead he watched forlorn as Iruka walked away with a book cart and started shelving.
Guy cleared his throat to get his attention.

“Someone is interested in buying the house.” he announced.

“What house?” Kakashi asked still not looking at him. Focusing instead on memorizing Iruka’s movements as the man paused to redo his ponytail. It was a rare day when his eye decided to focus and he didn’t want to waste it.

“The Hatake compound.” Guy responded gently. It was like a bucket of cold water.

“Oh-ho, who is it this time? Another real estate company looking for a quick development?” he asked bitterly finally turning to face his friend.

“No, its a single parent trying to make a stable home for their child.” Guy told him directly and it hit Kakashi like a punch to the gut. Images of his father flooding his mind unbidden.

“What?” he asked a little choked.

“They sent a letter if you’d like to read it.” his friend offered but Kakashi shook his head vehemently. Wincing as the action gave him vertigo. 

“No I... No,” he sighed “If you like them, sell it. I trust you Guy.” His therapist was always telling him to let go of the past anyway.

“How much do you want me to ask for it?” Guy asked “The usual amount?” The ‘usual amount’ was an obscene amount of money and a chance to redo his childhood. Kakashi shook his head again, slowly this time.

“No- no, just whatever you think is appropriate. They can have it for a bowl of ramen and the next installment of Icha Icha Paradise for all I care,” he said waving his hand flippantly. He paused and thought of Naruto who had been talking his ear off about his nii-chan who’s now trying to officially adopt him...

“Lowball it.” He added as an afterthought, sighing. Anything to help a kid feel safe and stable.

Guy agreed.

Chapter Text

Kakashi was in love.
He didn’t use that L word lightly. He tried very hard to not be, but it was a losing battle and he knew it. He was irrecoverably in capital-L Love and it was awful because the object of his affections would never be his.

This kid was going to break his heart.

He watched as the blond child went through Kurama’s training course, shouting instructions enthusiastically at the animal who obeyed every command before it had even finished being said, as if they were telepathically linked. He felt the pride rise in him and drowned in it, so unfamiliar with the feeling to even know where to begin processing it. He watched as the kyuubi finished the course and streaked back to Naruto for a reward, stopping just shy of plowing him over as he got a treat. The child cheered, throwing himself on the animal and showering him with praise. It was a good run. If kyuubis were allowed in shows they’d have a winner no-contest (but they were far more likely to eat their opponents then compete with them so the breed was banned). Kakashi still felt like a winner.
Naruto ran up to him grabbing him around the waist shouting,
“Did you see! Did you see!” And giving him the play-by-play in case Kakashi had missed any of it. Kakashi happily listened. Patting the kid’s head as Kurama-Sama sat obediently nearby, nosing Kakashi’s pocket for more treats.
It’d been a year (well, a year next week), and he was horribly smitten with this child. He reminded himself it wouldn’t last. That this child had many, much ore capable, adults in his life to look after him. He had no right to this kid. That eventually the famous “nii-chan” would whisk the kid away and he’d disappear just like Sasuke had. But Sasuke had disappeared after a single month and Naruto had been around for a whole year.

A year of dog movies and dog piles. Of training. A year of Naruto taking his hand and leading him around, obnoxiously describing everything and everyone. Of insisting on wearing the horrendously bright traffic-cone orange shirts every-day because Kakashi mentioned it made the kid easier for him to find in the park or on the training grounds. Like he wanted Kakashi to be able to find him. A year of reading every child psychology book Tenzo recommended, swapping the dust-covers with his usual romance books so Tsume and Guy would stop teasing him. Of hearing him gush about the friends he made at school and the ‘ninja training’ he did with Guy-Sensei, and whatever special interest he had that week. Of convincing him to eat his vegetables (because even ninjas couldn’t survive on ramen alone). A year of hearing everything about Nii-Chan except his name (and at this point he felt it was too late to ask).

He was fucked.

He heard the gate to the training ground squeak open. Naruto looked around him to the gate to see who had come. He shouted “NII-CHAN” and launched himself away from Kakashi, racing across the training ground. Kakashi froze.

He had been trying so hard to avoid this meeting. Secretly fearing that the man wouldn’t like him. Worried that the man might hear the word ‘jonin’ and think he couldn’t be trusted around kids. That he’d stop him from being able to see Naruto. He wasn’t ready for that.

He took a deep breath and turned around.

Iruka-Sensei was hugging Naruto.

Kakashi felt his mind pop like a balloon.

Dumb-founded, he watched as the most beautiful smile he had ever seen spread across Iruka’s face as he wrapped an arm around the kids shoulders and asked if he had been having a good day while he brushed the bangs from the kid’s face. The boy launched into the same play-by-play he had just given Kakashi as Kurama-Sama sidled up to them, greeting with sniffs before rolling onto his back to beg for belly-rubs, which Iruka crouched to supply with an ever-polite
“Good afternoon, Kurama-Sama.”

Then suddenly the big brown eyes looked over from the boy’s wild gesticulation and locked onto his own.

Kakashi made a heroic effort to stop gaping like a cod-fish.

“yo” he managed with a small wave. Iruka’s smile faltered.

“Good afternoon, Hatake-Sama” the man greeted, stiff.

“Can Pirate-San come tonight too, Iruka-nii? Please?” Naruto begged, giving Iruka his most pathetic puppy-dog eyes. Iruka blinked at the boy, unimpressed.

“I’ll ask him. Why don’t you go find Kiba and get ready to go.” He said smiling again.

“Yosh!” Naruto whooped and ran off, Kurama on his heels.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, I know I’m a little earlier than usual.” Iruka told him standing again.

“No worries, we had just finished up…” Kakashi replied trying to remember how to be cool like Guy always claimed he was.

Iruka looked at him for such a long moment Kakashi started to sweat. Then he sighed exasperated looking away

“I should’ve known it was you” he said, shaking his head. Kakashi tilted his head confused.
They stood in awkward silence for a moment. Kakashi still trying to process this new information. His brain seemed to be refusing to mesh the cute sensei he had been flirting with and Naruto’s infamous nii-chan into the same terrifying person.

“So you’re the infamous nii-chan then?” Kakashi wondered aloud, a little dazed. Iruka looked taken aback,

“You didn’t know?”

“I might’ve been avoiding it…?” he admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. To his surprise Iruka laughed

“Izumo was right, you are scared of me aren’t you?”

“I’m a lot of things when it comes to you.” Kakashi replied smoothly. Iruka blushed and scratched his nose the way he did when he got nervous.
Cute Kakashi thought.

“My friends are throwing me an early birthday party tonight, we’re all getting together at Ichiraku Ramen. You’re welcome to come if you-”

“Yes.” Kakashi responded too quickly and Iruka smiled at him.

“Guy will be there. He already said he would come.” Kakashi nods, a little relieved. He didn’t really do well in crowds of strangers.

“Sounds like fun already, count me in.” Kakashi’s eye curved with his smile.

They stood and considered eachother for another awkward moment.

“I should probably…” Iruka gestured toward the sound of dogs and kids

“Ah, yeah. See you there.” Kakashi said with a wave.

As soon as the gate closed behind him and the sensei was out of sight Kakashi sank into the grass.

He was So Fucked

XXX

Iruka tries to distract himself from that afternoon’s revelation with the arrival of his friends at Ichiraku. He’s glad he warned Teuchi in advance because the place was packed. Then Guy arrived, triumphantly waving and envelope above his head, and dramatically passes Iruka the keys to his new home.

Iruka can’t help but think it’s the best birthday present he had ever received.

He now had the keys in hand and enough money to make renovations. He had already hired a contractor who estimated they could have it livable by the end of summer. He can’t thank Guy enough but the man waves him off with an impassioned speech about personal growth and life stages. The crowd snickers when he refers to Iruka as a beautiful butterfly, but then Asuma wraps him in a half hug and whole-heartedly agrees and suddenly Iruka’s fighting back tears.

(He had the horrible feeling that all his dreams were coming true and it terrified him.)

All of his friends congratulate him, excited on his behalf. There’s a chorus of offers to help him move. Iwashi claiming they would all finally have an excuse to wear their matching t-shirts as the group laughs and cheers.

Asuma leans in and tells him that they could request the foster licensing during renovations and they didn’t have to wait. That Naruto could move in at the same time he did. Iruka is thrilled at the news, pulling him into a full hug.

He’s glad Kakashi is running late and misses his mini-breakdown.

Naruto and Kiba were having a ramen eating contest and had managed to rope in Guy-Sensei when Kakashi finally arrives with Uhei. Only a few introductions were needed, most already knowing him from the courthouse or Inuzakas. Then he was immediately pulled into the eating contest by both Guy and Naruto.

Iruka tries and fails to casually ask his friends about him as they watch them eat (Genma taking bets on who would win).

Hayate and Yugao laugh at him when they realize he had only just found out that Pirate-San, Hound-san, and Hatake-Sama were all the same person.

“You trust him though, right?” he asks them, thinking of the last guy who had expressed an interest in him.

“I wouldn’t’ve let him around Naruto if I didn’t.” Hayate assures him. They watch as Kakashi pulls a wet wipe out to wipe the kid’s faces. Kiba insisting on doing it himself but Iruka is a little dazed as he watches Naruto let himself be cleaned.

They’ve grown rather close he hears Tsume’s words echo in his mind.

Kakashi and Guy tie the eating contest and there’s a chorus of groans as Anko cheers. She and Kurenai take the boys to get victory ice cream and run off their energy.

Kakashi is engaged in conversation by Guy and Ibiki. Iruka tries to focus on the conversation Izumo and Kotetsu are having with Genma about magic-tricks but his focus keeps drifting back to Kakashi. It takes him a moment to realize his friends have stopped talking and he turns back to see them all watching him.
He blushes.

“Wh-what do you think of him Genma?” he asks, caught and not going to deny it. Genma was the first to spot he-who-shall-not-be-named’s creepy behavior after all.

“He’s good with the kid, handsome in a dangerous kind of way. Not bad if you don’t mind the dogs.” he assesses.

“We all know Iruka doesn’t mind dogs…” Izumo quips and his friends chuckle at his expense. Asuma comes over (escaping a conversation with Iwashi about beards as the officer informs everyone he’s considering growing a goatee) just as Iruka blushes harder.

“Whats this? Iruka’s a dog person now?” he asks. Iruka hides his face in his hands.

“What do you think of him Asuma?” Genma nods to the Jonin currently swapping war stories with Ibiki.

“I’ve heard a lot about him from court gossip.” Asuma admits “He has a fearsome reputation, not to mention the stories from his time in service. The man’s more decorated than a Christmas tree,” He shakes his head “I’ll admit I was worried...but he’s good with Naruto.” Asuma concludes. He looks back at the group, “Why do you ask?”

The three men turn to Iruka who blushes an impossibly deeper shade of red. He grimaces, a vein popping in his temple. Asuma laughs.

“Ah-haa...”

He’s saved from further embarrassment when Anko and Kurenai return with the kids and Kurenai steals Asuma away. They say their goodbyes and leave to return Kiba home. Guy leaves too, citing an early day in the morning. He congratulates Iruka on his new house on his way out, and shooting a pointed look at Kakashi.

“Oh, did you finally find a house?” Kakashi remarks. Iruka assents, letting his friends gush about it for him while he tries to control his blush.
They chat for awhile, Teuchi beaming out at the crowd as they mill about and he closes the kitchen for the night. Hayate is engaged in a low and suspiciously serious conversation with Anko, but Iruka’s distracted from it by Naruto declaring he’s full and pulling on his arm.

Iruka watches, amazed again, as Naruto climbs into Kakashi’s lap when he gets tired. Ignoring Hayate’s offers and Genma’s comment of “he used to think we were so cool...”
The man doesn’t even look surprised. Like a clingy eight year old using you for a nap is just a regular Tuesday occurrence.

Izumo and Kotetsu eventually leave with Anko, Ibiki, and Iwashi to go bar hopping. Yugao is the one who rounds up the rest of them to head back to their apartment. Snapping Iruka out of his musings.
Kakashi stands, lifting Naruto, and offers to walk them home.
He stills, tense, as three voices ring a stern

“No!!”

Iruka sighs exasperated and apologizes for his friends’ over-protectiveness. He explains that Naruto coming home with them so they can spend the ‘anniversary’ together (under their friend’s watchful eyes). Kakashi relaxes. Naruto pulls his head off Kakashi’s shoulder and squints at him, tired and serious.

“Don’t forget, you promised” his hands fist in Kakashi’s jacket.

“What did you promise?” Iruka asks confused.

“Nothing I don’t intend to keep.” Kakashi answers seriously, eye never leaving Naruto’s. The boy holds his gaze for a moment and nods. Releasing his hold on Kakashi and turning to reach for Iruka.

Their eyes meet as they pass the kid between them and Iruka tries not to think about how intimate the action seems. He notes the fondness in Kakashi’s eye as the man watches Naruto bury his head in Iruka’s neck.

“I’m glad you came, Kakashi” He tells him over the sleepy kid’s shoulder and Kakashi stills again. Iruka watches a blush creep over the edge of his mask as the man’s face takes on a dreamy look. Iruka feels triumphant and hides his smile in his kid’s hair.

“Me too.” Kakashi agrees a little breathless. Hayate coughs somewhere behind Iruka.

“Good night.” the man says with a little wave and watches as the group leaves. Uhei pressing into his leg for support.

X

“soooooo… you and Kakashi, huh?” Genma comments as they walk back to their shared apartment. Hayate and Yugao snicker behind them. Iruka’s determined not to blush any more for the night and shrugs.

“I have no idea what you’re referring to” he glances down at the kid in his arms “Let’s not- not in front of Naruto, I mean, ok?” his friends agree but the looks they give him let him know the conversation isn’t over.

XXX

The principal invites Iruka to tutor in their summer program. Iruka readily agrees thankful for a distraction from the stress of house renovations. The class mostly consists of students he knows already, but he’s delighted when he finally meets the infamous Shikamaru.

The name Sasuke is on his attendance sheet but the child never shows up. He tries to remember why the name seems so familiar. A pit forms in his stomach when he notices it doesn’t list a last name.

A few weeks in, Iruka learns why.

X

[photograph of Itachi leaving the courthouse the day of his sentencing, his lawyer using his suit jacket to shield him from the press]

| ITACHI UCHIHA RELEASED FROM JUVENILE HALL |
Community Expresses Concerns Amid Serial-Killer Crisis
Several prominent city figures have expressed concerns over the release of Itachi Uchiha this past Tuesday. The surviving Uchiha was tried for the massacre of his family nearly two years ago but acquitted on said charges due to inadmissible evidence (see TRIAL p.D6) he was officially charged with ‘interfering with the investigation’ and detained for two years in Konoha Juvenile Detention Center. His detention concluding upon his eighteenth birthday. Police Chief Danzo strongly opposed his release and is quoted in saying “...I have no doubt that Itachi is the one responsible for his family’s deaths.” The Konoha City Council had no comment over the release and the public is growing concerned over their lack of action...(cont. p.D5)

The article leaves a bad taste in Iruka’s mouth and the pit in his stomach grows, He’s met Chief Danzo now a handful of times and doesn’t trust him at all. He thinks the man is using the city’s fears for personal gain but can’t pinpoint the man’s goals. It makes him uneasy.
He gets to school early the next day to pull up Sasuke’s name in the school’s database. He feels sick with dread when he finds the boy’s file is blank. He was placed in witness protection he remembers Hayate mentioning. He calls the officer.

“Iruka, everything alright?” comes his friend’s concerned voice

“Are you busy right now Hayate?” he asks,

“Not really, just about to head into work. Why?”

“Come by the school today. I found Sasuke’s file, It-its blank. Just like Naruto’s...”

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” Hayate responds, firm.

While he waits for Hayate Iruka checks the database for other blank files. Specifically searching for a blank field where the guardian should be listed.

By the time Hayate arrives he’s found six.

Hayate is quiet as he looks over the blank files Iruka had printed for him. Just like Naruto’s they only list the name and a grade. While their school pictures are missing in the database, Iruka manages to find their photos in the school’s yearbook and scans copies of them. Iruka offers to ask around the teachers and Hayate coaches him on how to do it without raising suspicions.

“Someone is deleting the information. We don’t want them catching on that we know” he tells Iruka seriously.

He reminds him it’s summertime so he’ll have to wait until the school year starts, and it might take awhile to do it in a way that avoids suspicion. They speculate about the principal. Thinking he might know more than he lets on and if someone could be blackmailing him.

At least now they have names. Names and faces.
Hayate is concerned and Iruka doesn’t blame him. There are three bodies and six names. Two of the names belong to Naruto and Sasuke. Hayate determines to check on Sasuke’s foster placement. Threatening to storm CPS if that’s what it takes. But, that still leaves one extra name.

Iruka’s fellow tutor shows up and Hayate takes his leave. Wanting to talk to the forensics team and try to match the names to bodies as soon as possible. Iruka gives him a hug and wishes him luck. His colleague watches the officer leave and turns to Iruka, questioning, but Iruka only makes a vague statement and is saved from further explanation by the arrival of their students.

He’s off the whole day but only Shikamaru notices.

XXX

He gets a call from Guy-Sensei on a hot day in June.
Naruto has been attending his martial arts camp and Iruka answers the phone prepared for an injury report. He’s surprised at what he gets instead.

“Iruka, don’t panic” the friendly voice tells him calmly. It immediately makes his pulse sky-rocket,

“Whats happened?” he asks.

“There’s been an incident, someone attempted to kidnap Hinata Hyuga.” He informs the teacher like it’s no big deal. Iruka racks his brain, he thinks that’s Neji’s little cousin. A painfully shy girl.

“Is she ok?” He asks.

“Yes, yes, both children are fine.”

“What do you mean both?”

“Naruto fought off the kidnapper” he tells Iruka straight, pride unmistakable in his voice. Iruka is a little surprised he doesn’t launch into a speech about valor and youth. He doesn’t know the man well enough yet to know if it’s a good sign (out of consideration for Iruka’s feelings), or a bad sign (meaning the situation is more serious than he wants to admit).

“Is he injured?” he asks afraid of the answer.

“No, his training served him well-” and he explains how they had all been outside for lunch when a car pulled up and a man tried to pull Hinata into the back. Naruto had been the first to notice claiming he thought the car was being ‘suspicious’ and immediately leapt into action. Getting the Hinata out of the man’s grip and out of reach before Guy and the other trainer immobilized him. The car drove off but they have the would-be-kidnapper in custody.

“He’s at the station now undergoing questioning.” Guy tells him, Iruka swallows, torn between laughing at the image of Naruto’s dick-punch-no-jutsu actually working on someone and the anxiety still running rampant in his system.

“Thank you for telling me Guy, I’m coming over.”

“Of course, Iruka. See you soon.”

He arrives before the Hyuga’s do. Hinata is sitting inside surrounded by a protective circle of friends. Akamaru on her lap and Shino silently holding her hand as Kiba and Neji argue back and forth about what they would’ve done if they had got to her first instead of Naruto.
Naruto is recounting the story to an extremely amused Aoba (who’s pretending to jot down his ‘official statement’) and another officer, one of the new recruits, who introduces himself as Raido.
Naruto is fine. Iruka sighs relieved as he pulls the protesting boy into a hug. Naruto starts the story all over again, only a little embellished, and it reminds him so strongly of when they first met and he would come home with far-fetched tales Iruka wonders for the first time if they were really that far-fetched after all.

Hiashi arrives and Iruka notices immediately how both Hyuga kids quell and it makes him frown.
Guy explains the situation, backed by the officer’s official statements. Hiashi glares at the kids who shrink under his gaze and something rankles in Iruka.

“I wonder that you needed assistance at all, Hinata, I understand you have been in this class longer than that boy” he starts by way of greeting. He glances at Naruto who almost bares his teeth but for Iruka shoving him behind himself. “-and that it wasn’t you, Neji, to come to your cousin’s aid. Surely a champion would notice and be able to defend his family.” Iruka feels like baring his teeth himself, taking a breath to defend the kids.

Guy beats him to it. Taking the blame as the instructor and positioning himself between the man and the kids to act as a physical barrier.
The man graciously accepts his apology before instructing both children to thank Naruto for his deed. Naruto peeks around Iruka stuttering a

“No problem…” the Believe It! At the end betraying how nervous he actually is.

Hiashi nods, seemingly satisfied, and gets the full details from the officers stating his intention to pursue the matter legally. Learning that the man in custody is already at the station.

He turns his always-serious pale eyes to Iruka.

“You’ve raised a valiant child, Mr. Umino, you should be proud. The children are fortunate to share a class with him, despite his… disadvantages” and he inclines his head. Iruka thinks its as close to a thank you the proud man can manage and receives it in silence. Not trusting himself to say anything polite.

As the Hyugas disappear into their fancy black car, both children uncharacteristically subdued, Iruka offers to take the rest of the kids out to get ice cream to break the tension. Aoba and Raido invite themselves along: Aoba admitting he’s happy to finally have his own Naruto story to share with the others and Raido happy to finally meet the infamous Naruto. Official mascot to their theoretical kickball team, and who's photo can be seen hanging on the break-room fridge (courtesy of Iwashi).

They end up inviting Raido to the housewarming party.

XXX

The summer flies by in a humid haze.

The house contractors finish up their work and after a brief tour with a licensing agent he officially becomes a foster parent. He wraps his arms around one of the house’s pillars and thanks it, wishing he could hug the whole house itself. Asuma comes over with sparkling grape juice and a chess set to celebrate and they sit on the veranda and play as they plan the housewarming party.

The house is still empty. None of his furniture was recovered from his shitty old apartment. Between him and Naruto they don't have much. Only a bunch of clothing, a few books and knickknacks, and a dog. They make a plan to go furniture shopping and then rope their friends into building it all at the party. He goes room-by-room and makes a list of what he needs. Letting Asuma talk him into posting a list of the smaller items in the group chat for his friends to buy as housewarming gifts.

It doesn’t feel real he admits to Asuma. He has a house, a kid, a dog, steady employment. Compared to where he was only three years ago, it all seems like a dream. As if he was trapped in some kind of illusion or had died and somehow ended up in some weird limbo…

“If it were a dream you’d be getting laid.” Asuma comments and they both laugh.

XXX

Guy insisted Kakashi meet him at the Gym and they go to Iruka’s housewarming party together. The man so rarely insisted on things and Kakashi didn’t mind. He brought Bull along to pull Guy’s chair in case his friend got tired (or his knees decided to get wobbly when the sensei used his name again).

Kakashi was excited to see the new home. He had been hearing about it from Naruto as they trained. It brought to mind images of the cute sensei in an apron handing out bento boxes. Naruto had made him promise to come reminding him of the promise he had made at the man’s birthday party.

Naruto had crawled onto his lap, tired from playing and listened to Kakashi’s watered-down war stories. He grabbed Kakashi’s face and tilted his head down to meet his eyes. Asking him if he would help keep his nii-chan safe in a way that was far too serious than an eight year old had any right to be. Kakashi had no choice but to agree, pinky-promising the child he would.

He meant to keep that promise.
(He might’ve also agreed to set up a practice target for throwing knives in their backyard).

Guy led him down the familiar roads of Konoha and Kakashi asked where the house was. Guy evaded answering telling him it was a surprise and he’d know soon enough.
As they turned down the street into the Old Neighborhood, Kakashi’s stomach sank. He gripped Guy’s shoulder and let the man lead him on.

They turned the corner leading to the old Hatake Compound and Kakashi tried to remember how to breathe.
Naruto was standing in the open gates in a day-glo orange shirt. He waved and cheered as he saw them, running up to them and inviting them in.

“Guy-” Kakashi warned, pausing, but Guy ignored him. Bull pulling them both forward with resolute determination. As they passed through the gates he noticed the broken dog statue had been replaced by a bright orange frog. Naruto pointed it out telling him he’d named it Gamaichi.

Kakashi closed his eyes and took a steadying breath. Bull came to his side and he leaned on the dog for moral support as Naruto started to describe the space for Kakashi’s benefit. He opened his good eye and took it in. Willing the new images to replace all the old ones.

It was busy, There was a moving van parked by the entrance and several people walking around in the same day-glo orange t-shirts as Naruto. Structurally it all looked the same except there was now a ramp leading up to the door. Naruto led the way as Guy dragged Kakashi with him and Bull pushed them both from behind.

His fingernails dug into Guy’s shoulder as they entered the house (noting even the genkan now had a ramp). There were several officers he remembered from the birthday party and some people he didn’t (also in the day-glo shirts) building furniture in the living room and shouting jovially at eachother and Naruto as he announced their entrance. Kurama bounded up to him in greeting and he was a little worried as Bull cowered behind him but Naruto simply told his dog ‘don’t be a bully’ and dragged them on to show off his bedroom.

In his memories, all of the rooms are dark and full of shadows. He had often complained to Guy about the house feeling haunted. He didn’t recognize this house, full of light and laughing friends.

Naruto was in a room off the engawa, opening to the backyard. Kakashi felt it was a good choice, allowing Kurama easy access to come and go. The boy’s futon was set up and Kero-san was already tucked in to the pirate-themed-sheets. Kakashi’s hazy memory supplies that room as a dim and dusty library. He can’t help but feel this is a much better use for the space.

Naruto showed him Iruka’s room right across the interior hallway, opening to the front yard. Kakashi’s breath hitches and he tries not to panic.

That used to be his room.

Iruka walks in from the front with Asuma close behind, carrying a box of his belongings and laughing (also in the same day-glo t-shirt as the rest; Kakashi makes out the words ‘police’ and ‘kickball’) He sees Kakashi and Guy in his room and his smile brightens.

“Welcome!” he greets and Kakashi feels his heart skip a beat. His grip tightens more on Guy’s shoulder and he vaguely wonders if he’s bruising the man and should let go. He can’t bring himself to. Relying on the solid man for support.

Naruto latches on to Iruka as he puts down the box he was carrying, explaining he was giving them the tour. Iruka’s smile is absolutely radiant as he looks down at his son. (Kakashi bottles the sight and carves it in place next to his favorite image of Naruto).

“If you’re giving the tour then who is watching the gate for your friends?” Iruka asks and Naruto yelps, dashing off back to his post. Iruka tracks him with a smile before turning back to Kakashi and Guy.

“Thank you for coming! I was hoping you could help me, we need help building the bookcases...” and he leads them away to another room where Hayate is reading an instruction manual.

Between them, they manage to get the furniture built and most of the items unpacked in a matter of hours. They order pizza and hang out in the newly furnished living room relaxing after the hard days work. Naruto’s friends come over and run around, weaving between the adults as they chat, until Iruka insists they take it outside.

“I can’t believe you sold him MY house” he hisses at Guy for the hundredth time that day. He hears a crash behind him and finds Iruka looking gobsmacked between him and Guy. The box of silverware he was carrying now spilled on the floor.

“WHAT?!” He hisses as Kakashi pales.

“It was fortuitous was it not!” Guy tells them both with a huge smile and not looking ashamed in the least. Iruka sputters,

“No one can EVER know”  he warns them, deadly serious and then sighs, his face falling into his hands “I’ll never beat the sugar-baby allegations if Anko finds out.”

“You ok Iruka?” Genma asks coming over.

“Fine” he says muffled into his hands

“So, Hatake-Sama...Funny thing I noticed when Shizune sent me the background check on the place…” Genma starts and Iruka looks at him with horror,

“Don’t tell me you knew” he bemoans.

“I was wondering how long it’d take you to find out...” Genma laughs and Iruka huffs frustrated and starts to pick up the utensils he dropped.

“This is a disaster.”

“Don’t say that Iruka! You’ve brought new life to this home! Filling each room with the blessing of youthful love and friendship!” Guy declares loudly and someone cheers from the couch.

He stands with his box and sticks out his tongue at them before heading back to the kitchen. Kakashi feels like a ghost. Detached.
He’s hit by a ball of energy, wrapping skinny arms around his middle and a sharp chin digging into his belly.

“Can we set up the target now Kaka-Sensei! You said you’d teach us how to throw knives, Ten-Ten brought her set from home!” He looks down at the children around him bombarding his defenses with pleading eyes.

“Well, if your nii-chan says it’s ok…” he tells them and hears Iruka call from the Kitchen

“It’s fine, as long as they’re not throwing anything at eachother.” and half the room chuckles as the kids cheer. Kakashi lets himself be dragged outside. Bull helping him keep his balance.

Anko and Genma corner Iruka in his kitchen as he puts the utensils away.

“Soooo, you and Jonin-Sama huh..?” Anko leads,

“You two dating yet or what?” Genma follows. Iruka glares at both of them

“We’re not dating. I barely know the man” he insists.

“Sure, sure. He’s just the guy who flirts with you exclusively, sells you his house, and parents your kid sometimes…” Genma says casually.

“Exactly.” Iruka replies, equally flippantly.

“But you’re not opposed to the idea of dating him.” Guy breaks in from the doorway. It’s a statement, not a question. Iruka feels the heat rise in his face but doesn’t deny it. Anko and Genma exchange a smile. Genma pulls out his phone,

“I’m getting Izumo and Kotetsu in on this” he announces and Iruka gasps and tries to wrestle the phone from him.

X

The party goes into the early morning. His friends insisting on staying until every last box was unpacked. Naruto’s friends sleeping over in his new room and Iruka’s crashing in the living room and the new guest rooms. Kakashi and Guy don’t stay, leaving just after the kids fall asleep. Iruka walks them out to the gate to see them off.

Guy clasps both of Iruka’s hands in his and rushes through thanking him for sharing the beautiful moment with them, wishing him happiness in his new home then hurrying away. Shouting to Kakashi over his shoulder to take his time and catch up later. Kakashi and Iruka watch him go a bit bewildered.

“I’m glad it’s yours.” Kakashi tells him earnestly, turning to face him and watching color spread around his pretty scar.

“I’m sure you noticed that the back yard is set up for dog-training. You’ll come over and keep training Naruto and Kurama-sama, right?” Iruka asks scratching the scar on his nose. Kakashi pulls his hand away gently.

“Of course.” he assures him, he goes to move away but Iruka holds fast to his hand. He can feel his heartbeat race. Bull leans into his legs to keep him steady and it makes him lean into Iruka slightly. Their eyes lock and he’s drawn like a moth into the light burning fierce in Iruka’s warm brown eyes.

The spell breaks as he hears singing from the house and looks to see their friends watching them from the porch. Making kiss-y faces and singing “lalalala kiss the girl~”

He feels himself blush to the roots of his hair and takes a step back from the man, nearly tripping over his dog. Iruka sighs exasperated and apologizes for his friends’ behavior.

Kakashi waves off the apology with a chuckle. He brings the man’s hand up to his face and brushes the knuckles against his lips. Only the thin mask separating them from the kiss.

“Good night, Iruka.” he murmurs and releases the man’s hand before he can notice his own is trembling.

“Good night, Kakashi.” Iruka whispers back, breathlessly.

They hold eachother’s gazes for a brief moment before Kakashi turns and follows his friend down the street. He hears Iruka shout as he turns the corner and chuckles to himself as he listens to the man scold his friends for being too loud.

He wasn’t just Fucked, he was Doomed.

XXX

They settle into their new home easier than Iruka expected. Iruka is glad they still have a month before the school year starts so they can adjust. At first it felt like two orphans playing house together. Both trying to be what they think is expected of them instead of what they are. It takes some trial and error (an a lot of reassurances) but they find their groove. There’s a lot more chores and upkeep than an apartment and they both only have a marginal grasp on domestic skills. Iruka finds tying to teach good housekeeping (while himself having very little experience in the area) is a challenge, but they both meet the challenge with boundless enthusiasm.

The house seems almost too big whenever it’s just them but Iruka tries not to let it bother him. He spent most his life living in a single room or shared housing, he suspects any home would feel too big.

The first week in the new home Naruto and Kurama wind up sleeping in his room almost every night. Naruto waking up from anxiety in the middle of the night and sliding himself under the covers of Iruka’s bedding while Kurama curled up nearby. Naruto’s psychologist, Tenzo, had warned him about it and that it should ease up over the first few weeks. Iruka didn’t mind at all. He missed living with Naruto. He held the boy close at night and didn’t complain when he wound up pushed to the edge of the futon and blanketless in the morning.

XXX

On the mornings they don’t have tutoring, Kakashi comes over to continue training Kurama. He asks if there have been any problems and Iruka assures him the dog’s been good. He’s always been strangely obedient and once he realized that the property’s boundaries were his territory he got strangely calm and settled in. Patrolling the area every day like a good guard dog. Kakashi is thrilled. They chat about the other dogs Kakashi trains and how he got into it after his time in the service because he couldn’t stand the quality of service dogs he was getting. Iruka’s a little astonished when he finds out he has eight. Iruka notes the only one he hasn’t actually met yet is Pakkun, the emotional support pug. Kakashi explains that he’s a grouchy old man and doesn’t like to leave the house.

Kakashi doesn’t flirt with him in front of Naruto and he’s grateful, but sometimes he’ll catch a look in Kakashi’s eye that reminds him how much isn’t being said.

He invites Kakashi to have breakfast with them before their training.

XXX

Asuma brings a four-year-old Konohamaru to visit for the first time. Naruto is a little concerned at first about hanging out with a ‘snot-nosed crybaby’ claiming it will ruin his ‘street credibility’ as Iruka rolls his eyes. Naruto warms up to him though after Konohamaru claims Naruto’s ‘the coolest person ever’ and they play pirates in the backyard while Asuma and Iruka play chess on the veranda. Asuma mentions he might have a lead on a family law attorney and Iruka drowns in the warring tides of his anxiety and hope.

Konohamaru gets upset when they have to leave to go home but Asuma assures him that they’ll visit ‘Naruto-nii’ again. Naruto gets shy at the nickname and then loudly declares to Iruka that he’s going to be ‘the best nii-chan ever (believe it!)’ Iruka and Asuma can only smile fondly, Iruka feeling incandescent with joy.

XXX

The week before school starts, Genma shows up on his doorstep in the early hours one morning. He’s upset and asks to crash on his couch. Iruka shows him to one of the guest rooms. As he gets his friend settled he probes, asking what happened and if he’s hurt. Genma assures him he’s fine and will tell him in the morning, claiming he just wanted to sleep.

As he makes his way back to his own room, Iruka allows himself a moment to feel giddy. He has a home, a home that can offer a safe haven for his friends. It’s happening, he did it. The feeling is quickly wrangled back into place by his anxiety and what could’ve cause Genma to need a safe place in the middle of the night. He doesn’t get much sleep.
He gets up earlier than usual and makes a big breakfast.

Naruto emerges first. Stumbling sleepily from his room with Kurama in tow. No doubt awoken by the promising smell of bacon drifting through the house. He pours himself a glass of milk before sitting at the table and Iruka informs him of their guest. Ruffling his bed-head and placing a stack of pancakes in front of him.

Genma emerges not long after. Iruka presses a cup of fresh coffee into his hand as he takes a seat at the table. He looks like he got less sleep than Iruka and he picks at his breakfast. They try to keep the conversation light for Naruto’s benefit, Genma asking the kid about his plans for the school year ahead.

Kurama-sama perks up seconds before the doorbell rings and Naruto runs to the door to let Kakashi in.
Iruka sometimes wonders if Kakashi ever feels weird ringing the doorbell at what used to be his own house. As the man is led in by Naruto he makes a point of telling him he can just let himself in. He avoids Genma’s pointed look and smirk at the comment.

Kakashi’s one-eyed smile falters as he spots Genma at the table. Though Kakashi had been joining them for breakfast on training days (something he noticed the habitually-late man seems to always be early for), Kakashi takes one look at Genma and whisks Naruto away to training immediately. Iruka is grateful for his ability to read the room.

Iruka refreshes both their coffees, sits down next to Genma, and waits for the man to talk.

Genma chews over his words carefully, rolling a toothpick from side to side.

“Is it about the kids?” Iruka prompts

“No…. and yes” he sighs, slumping over the table, “Its Hayate...He’s- fuck I feel like he’s dumped me. I’m pissed.”

“I wasn’t aware you were together” Iruka comments idly. He had lived with him for nearly a year, he’s confident that he would’ve noticed.

“He was made a detective.”

“Oh! What? I didn’t know he had even applied?”

“Exactly!! No one did! Well besides Anko, apparently she helped him with it. But they didn’t tell anyone. He didn’t tell ME.”

“Fuck.” Iruka spat out getting angry on Genma’s behalf “He could’ve at least warned you.”

“Right!?!? Instead he’s sneaking around behind everyone’s back.” Iruka thought, remembering their conversation in the spring.

“Do you think this is what he meant when he said he was looking into alternate ways of getting the access…” he asked.

“Fuck if I care, he should’ve told me! I’m his- I WAS his partner, we’ve been partners since the academy. I can’t believe he didn’t- It hurts.” Genma cut off rubbing his face in his hand. Iruka put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Did he give any explanation…” he probed

“He said it was just a whim and that he was worried I would apply too. He thinks I’m a better cop so I’d get the job instead. If he had just talked to me about it he would’ve known that’s not true! I don’t want to be a detective! He should’ve fucking told me.”

“I agree, dick move on his part. I take it you found out last night?”

“Yeah the fucking coward couldn’t even tell me himself. I got an email from our boss explaining my schedule change and new partner” he grumbled.

“Who’s your new partner?”

“Raido.”

“Oh, that’s not the worst choice.” Iruka told him, secretly thinking its great. He and Raido seemed to hit it off at the housewarming.

“I know, I know but its Hayate. I mean, after everything we’ve been through he couldn’t give me the courtesy of a heads up or telling me to my face…” He scrubs his face again.

“The worst part is I’m so proud of him. I mean this is huge! I think he’ll make a great detective. But I can’t be happy for him, I want to but I just can’t- not if he’s being such an abominable two-timing fucking asshole about it.”

“I understand” Iruka pulls out his phone and calls Hayate, he was going to have words with the man.

“Iruka! Have you heard from Genma recently? He’s not answering his phone…” Hayate inquires, a tad desperate. 

“Hayate Kushin Gekko you lying two-faced coward. What the absolute fuck is wrong with you?” Iruka yells at him pulling out his full name.

“oh… I take it he told you then”

“Get your ass over to my house within the next fifteen minutes or I will come find you and drag you here myself.” He threatens and hangs up.

Genma complains saying that he doesn’t want to see the man but is silenced by a look from Iruka. Hayate shows up ten minutes later and Iruka manages to be both proud and extremely disappointed at the same time as he scolds his friend within an inch of his life.

By the end of his tirade Genma is looking at him astonished and Kakashi and Naruto are peeking in, alarmed.
“Remind me to never get on his bad side.” Kakashi comments to Naruto as Iruka shoos them away. He mediates a conversation between his friends and strong arms them both into reconciling. When Iruka threatens to do the same with Yugao, Hayate looks like he might faint and insists he can handle it himself.

“Life’s too short for you to be such an idiot, Hayate” he grouches and gets up to make them all lunch. Genma promises to kick all of their detective asses at the next Spring Inter-Departmental Kickball Tournament.

Xxx

The rest of the summer drifts by like the cumulus clouds overhead.

Chapter Text

The new school year begins and Iruka settles in to the familiar chaos of teaching. Taking his time getting to know his new class.

Naruto is ecstatic when they find out Iruka is his teacher. Iruka has a talk with him about classroom dynamics & expectations. He hopes that they don’t wind up developing any weird psychosis from spending so much time together, but he’s secretly thrilled as well.

It helps that Naruto’s friends are also in his class. He expects he’ll have his hands full this year and hopes he’s up for the challenge.

He notices that along with Naruto, both Sasuke Uchiha and the other missing fourth grader are placed in his class. He knows it can’t be a coincidence. After a staff meeting one morning, he corners the principal and asks him about his ‘unusual roster’ this year. The principal smiles tightly as he answers

“Like I said when we hired you Mr. Umino, all of the students could use someone like you looking out for them. You don’t seem the type to play favorites.”

It gives him an uneasy feeling. He lets Hayate know and the two of them are now even more convinced that he knows more than he’s saying.

After the first few weeks of the semester he holds parent-teacher conferences. It’s his first time but he’s a little nervous. He muses that they’re probably going to be the easiest ones he’ll ever have because he knows half the parents already.

He chats excitedly with Tsume about Kiba and his habit of trying to bring Akamaru to school. He wouldn’t mind, really, and suggests she look into registering him as an Emotional Support Animal. Tsume laughs saying that’s exactly what Kakashi had suggested as Kiba cheers.

He assures Shibi Aburame that Shino is a joy to have in class and he really doesn’t mind if every project he wants to do includes insects as long as he’s meeting the goals of the assignments. Shino asks if they can get a tarantula as a class pet and Iruka tries his best not to cringe as he lets the boy down gently.

He glares his way through his conference with Hiashi, insisting that Hinata is right at the level she should be and not every child’s genius is displayed through academics. He had made a note to keep an eye on her and watch for signs of abuse from Hiashi. He watches their interactions carefully during the conference and concludes Hiashi is emotionally distant, reserved, and he has a permanent resting bitch face that makes him seem annoyed constantly. Underneath it, though, he can see that Hiashi genuinely cares for Hinata. He’s involved, despite his busy political commitments, and his high expectations come from a place of love and pride.

Iruka wants to strangle him. Shake him by the shoulders and tell him that he’s ruining Hinata’s chance at being a child by being so demanding and emotionally distant. That emotional neglect is still neglect, no matter the good intentions. And would it kill him to fucking smile at her?!

Instead he counts his breathing and plots. Making a note to ask Tenzo how he can support her from the classroom.
He has a whole year to help Hiashi pull his head out of his ass...

Shikamaru is in his class this year too. Shikaku Nara looks stern as they shake hands. He wears a nice suit and Iruka can tell he's trying hard to appear friendly, though his smile is clearly forced. He looks familiar but he can’t figure out why. It bothers him the entire meeting.

He talks at length of Shikamaru’s good grades saying he can tell the boy is easily the smartest student he’s ever had, maybe even a genius, if he could just find the right motivation. Then mentions his problems socializing.

“That's because they're idiots” Shikamaru huffs, bored by the ordeal.

Iruka doesn’t comment. Instead he brings up the chess club that Asuma coaches for. The boy likes strategy and it would give him a chance to socialize with people more ‘his level’ (i.e. not idiots). Shikaku seems to like the suggestion. He knows Asuma from the courthouse and agrees that it’s worth asking him about next time they run into eachother. Iruka concludes the meeting by asking if there were any further questions from either of them.

“I can see why my son likes you.” Shikaku says, appraising him.

“O-oh?” Iruka is a little surprised, he wasn't aware he'd made any impression on Shikamaru.

“Yes. He asked for your class specifically.” Shikaku nods at the kid who continues to stare out the window pretending to ignore them, but his ears turn pink. Iruka’s touched.

“You're a very popular teacher. I can tell you genuinely care about your students.” Shikaku continues

“That's kind of you to say.” Iruka scratches his nose, he never knows what he’s supposed to do with compliments like that.

“I'm not saying it to be kind, it's my job.” Shikaku tells him directly huffing as he stands.

The puzzle piece fell into place, and Iruka realizes why the man looked so familiar.

“Oh! Right, you're the lawyer. I’ve seen a photo of you in the paper from the Uchiha trials.” Shikaku sighs a bit defeated,
“Yes that’s right. My firm represents the Uchihas.” He gives Iruka a hard look, as if daring him to judge. Iruka’s mind whirls. He wonders if he should ask about Sasuke...

“Could I ask you, um, that is…” Shikaku’s eyes sharpened,
“What is it?” he demands in a dangerous tone. Iruka hesitates, he can’t talk about it here. Not if someone at the school is in on it. Iruka thinks of the kids and meets his gaze, steady.

“At the risk of being unprofessional, I was wondering if you would be willing to meet with me to discuss some sensitive matters regarding some students in my class.” surely a brilliant lawyer like Nara would see through the charade.

“What is the nature of these matters?” Shikaku asks suspiciously.
“Guardianship. Among other things,” He hints heavily, willing the lawyer to catch on “I mean- I'm also trying to appeal an adoption…” He adds as a cover, just in case… Hayate’s paranoia has really been rubbing off on him lately.

Nara blinks and straightens from his slouch. He looks at Iruka in a way that made him feel as though he were being x-rayed. Even Shikamaru stopped cloud gazing out the window and was looking at him curiously. He tries not to shrink from the attention.

Then Shikaku nods once, firmly, like he had come to some kind of decision.
“Yes alright. Come by the office after school some time this week and we can talk about it.” He fishes out a business card from his pocket and hands it over.

“Thank you! Thank you so much.” Iruka gripped the card, relieved.

The high carried him through the rest of the meetings.

XXX

He finds himself stopping by only two days later. The law firm is in a downtown high-rise and he feels out of place in the elevator surrounded by people in business suits.

He takes a steadying breath and clutches The Binder to his chest.

The Ino-Shika-Cho firm is fancy. All shiny black glass and marble, sleek and modern. A fierce looking secretary eyes him as he steps off the elevator and he can feel her judgment as she eyes his green cardigan. He pours steely reserve into his spine as he straightens and pulls out his best no-nonsense teacher voice.

“Pardon me, my name is Iruka Umino. Mr. Nara asked me to come by, please tell him I'm here. ”

She was a true professional, she simply picked up the desk phone hit a button and said
Mr. Nara, a Mr. Umino here to see you” then hung up.

“Take a seat while you wait” she gestures to the waiting area and then went back to sorting files. Iruka opts to look out the window instead, admiring the view from the building’s height.

Shikaku came out to greet him

“Mr. Umino! Thank you so much for stopping by.” He greets as they shake hands

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“Your timing is impeccable, you just rescued me from what was shaping up to be an incredibly dull meeting.”

Iruka doesn't know how to respond to that.

“oh?”

“Please come to my office let's talk,” Shikaku gestures down a hallway and Iruka follows him back.

He’s lead past a few conference rooms, a gaggle of interns at a photocopier, and they turn at the coffee station into a corner office with an amazing view.

Shikaku gestures again for him to sit. Iruka perches on the edge of one of the huge armchairs in the room and fiddles with The Binder in his lap. He takes a deep breath and prepares to launch into the explanation he’d rehearsed, when Shikaku beats him to the punch.

“I hope you don't mind, I took the liberty of looking into your case.”

“Oh?” He replies a little breathy as all the air rushes out. He’s a little confused, but then maybe Shikaku new more about the missing kids than he thought...

“I run a background check on all of Shikamaru's teachers.” Shikaku nods “Yours is by far the most interesting yet, had my PI do a bit more digging.” Iruka sweats and his confusion grows.

“No doubt…” he states weakly. Shikaku picks up a file and starts listing

“Orphaned in the terrorist attack; Hopped from foster home to foster home to delinquency, and Juvi-”

“That has been expunged” Iruka interjects automatically, his mind is racing, wondering what any of that has to do with the kids, while Shikaku barrels on,

“An associates degree in a state program; Then you disappear. Or try to anyway.” Shikaku glances up briefly from the file he’s reading. Iruka pales.

“A long list of part time jobs and finally settling into substitute teaching. Which funded the partying, nightclubs, and I suspect an addiction-”

“How do you-?” Iruka started,

“If I can find it assume they can too” Shikaku cuts him off.

The steel in Iruka’s spine melts into the floor as he slumps forward in his chair. Curling in on himself for protection. But Shikaku still wasn't finished.

“Then you turned it around, you got clean, went back to college, held steady employment as far as I can tell all before you met Naruto-” Iruka’s head snaps up

“How do you know-?”

“That will work in your favor,” he continues “Your teaching record is exemplary too, even as a substitute you got glowing reviews, several writing you letters of recommendation, not to mention the accolades upon graduation. Making Cum Lade as a transfer student is unheard of.” Iruka flounders, mouth opening and closing as he tries to respond. He doesn’t know what’s going on. He came to talk about the missing kids not, this.

“You're a first draft teacher getting your pick of placement, receiving many generous offers” Shikaku lowers the folder and steeples his fingers over his desk. Fixing Iruka with the x-ray stare

“No one can deny you've turned your life around and that you're good at your job. So tell me, why do you want to adopt Naruto?”

Iruka was floored, whatever he was expecting from this meeting, this wasn't it. He was expecting a bit of small talk and a discussion of the investigation. He’ll even admit he might’ve been hoping for a recommendation for an adoption lawyer, but THIS?! He grips The Binder tighter in his lap.

He just had his life boiled down to a greatest hits montage and he wants to throw up.

He swallows hard and thought about the question. A little surprised he'd not actually asked himself that. Had anyone asked him that? He’s never really questioned it. Naruto’s been his since he first found him in the stairwell.

He wonders if this is some kind of test.

“Because I love him I guess, I want what's best for him, I don't know if that's me but its certainly a better option than what he had... I'm trying to be better for him, have been since we met. He deserves it…” Iruka replies scrubbing his face with his hands. He thinks back to what Tsume said

“He deserves to have someone fighting for him.” He says determined and meets Shikaku’s eyes.

Shikaku nods 

“And you have been, tutoring him in his classes, taking him with you to work, and given the increase of anonymous reports to the school, I'm guessing you were calling to keep the teachers from letting him slip through the cracks.” Iruka can only nod.

“That brings me to the no less than two dozen wellness checks, leading up to the... incident.” Iruka's scar twinges

“And the first thing to asked for in your 911 call was an ambulance for the kid. In one of the most stressful moments of your life your first concern wasn’t that there was an armed assailant threatening your life, but that the kid was bleeding.” He holds up what looks like a medical report
“This is the crash card from the ambulance that took you to the hospital that night.” He passes it over to Iruka.

Iruka reads it over and amid the medical mumbo-jumbo that amounts to saying he was bleeding to death there is a handwritten note at the bottom

Passing lucidity keeps asking for the condition of his son

“You were bleeding to death and all you could ask is if Naruto was OK. Trained medical professionals, who see distraught parents every day, couldn't distinguish you from a one.” Shikaku said quietly

Iruka's eyes burned with tears, he didn't remember the ambulance, only waking up in the hospital days after

He hands the paper back and wipes his eyes. Fucking lawyers.

“From where I sit Iruka, you are already that kids parent. It's just a matter of proving it.” Shikaku offers him a box of tissues.

Iruka takes a steadying breath willing himself not to cry any more, he tries to think of something to say but is caught between Thank You and What The Actual Fuck.

“I'll take the case.” Shikaku informs him.

“WHAT!?” Iruka’s mind whirls “Mr. Nara you can't! I can't afford you, even if I could it's a conflict of interest in my classroom. I- I'm so grateful for the offer really but I have to decline. That’s not even why I’m here!”

Shikaku laughs, honestly laughs.

“I'll do it pro bono, and I'm not worried about it affecting your classroom, Iruka, you're not that type of teacher.” 

Iruka is affronted and sputters

“But, Mr Nara-” he gets cut off again and stews furiously.

“I'm going to be talking to your friends, employers, neighbors, everyone over the next week to finish up on my research if you would come back on say Monday after school…”

“I can't Monday, Naruto has training.” He says absently pulling a tissue out to blow his nose and freezes when Shikaku grins. Another test Iruka thinks angrily and blows his nose in frustration.

“Tuesday then.”

“Thank you Mr. Nara but it really wouldn't be appropriate.” He grits firmly “I’m actually here to discuss Sasuke Uchiha.” Shikaku’s brow furrows, clearly thrown for a loop.

“Sasuke?” he repeats, confused. Iruka feels vindicated he was able to give the man a dose of his own medicine.

“Yes, Sasuke, he’s registered in my class but hasn’t attended school in a year.” Iruka grips the topic like a lifeline “Also his file in the school’s database is blank. I was told he had been placed in witness protection. I thought as his lawyer you might know where he is or be interested that he’s missing.” Shikaku frowns and listens to Iruka describe what he knows about the missing children, showing him the blank files and using Naruto’s Binder as an example of the mysterious lack of support from CPS.

“I just want to know if he’s ok. I know you can’t discuss it with me, but the request for information might be more of a threat if it comes from his lawyer and not his teacher” Iruka finishes. Shikaku nods slowly.

“You said there was another child as well?” he asks

“Yes, their information is included,” he flips to the page in The Binder “My friend, Detective Gekko, is investigating the matter. He can tell you more about it but I know the three bodies found last year were all Leafview students.” Shikaku looks at him, eyebrows raising with alarm.

“I’ll look into it. Detective Gekko, you said?” Iruka doesn’t try to hide his relief.

“Yes, I put his contact in the front pocket of The Binder.” He points it out and Shikaku nods again, face stony and serious.

“Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Mr. Umino. This is more helpful than I think you realize.” Iruka is worn out and doesn’t respond. He stands and Shikaku follows, still frowning.

“Would you like me to walk you out?” he asks.

“No, thank you. I can find my way back. Have a good day.” He offers his hand to shake.

“See you Tuesday, Mr. Umino.” Shikaku eyes him seriously and shakes his hand firmly. Iruka grimaces and leaves with whatever dignity still remained.

XXX

Izumo dropped the stack of books he was holding.

“Hold up, you're telling me that the best adoption lawyer in the country offered to help you, pro bono, AND YOU SAID NO! IRUKA ARE YOU AN IDIOT?!?!”

Izumo was shouting now and several heads were glaring at them from around the stacks.

“Keep your voice down!” Iruka hushed him. He bent and started picking up the books Izumo had dropped

“His kid is in my class Izumo, it would be indecent for me to take the offer.” Izumo put his hands on his hips and glared down at Iruka

“He is a lawyer Iruka, a damn good one, how much do you wanna bet no one would challenge you, they'd be more afraid of his retaliation” he finished with a gesture. Trying for a harsh whisper and failing.

“Do you still have his card? You need to call him and confirm immediately,” he mimicked talking into a phone “yes of course I'll be there on Tuesday, Thank you eversomuch Mr. Nara” Iruka sighed, standing with the re-stacked books.

“I asked him for a list of recommendations, it's all I really need from him-” Iruka lied, tying to get his friend off his back

“YOU NEED A LAWYER!” Izumo shouted again

Kakashi took this moment to appear, sliding out of the shadows with Uhei.

“Are you looking for a lawyer Iruka? You’re not in trouble with the law again are you?” He said lightly. His one good eye curving to indicate he was smiling. Iruka groaned and smacked his head down into the stack of books he was now holding.

“Good evening, Kakashi. I apologize if our conversation has disturbed your research” he muttered into the cover.

“Not at all,” the man waved away the apology “but in all seriousness I can recommend a few lawyers if you're looking for one.” He tilted his head to the side like a dog awaiting orders. Iruka thought that if he had a tail it would be wagging and sighed.

“That's quite alright, Kakashi. Thank you. I appreciate the offer, really, but I am handling it” he said firmly with a meaningful look to Izumo and walked away.

Izumo crossed his arms and tsked as Kakashi deflated.

“Don’t take it personally, Kakashi-san. He likes you.” Izumo told him as they approached the desk he was sharing with Guy.

“He does? How do you know? Has he said…?”

“I do not think Iruka is the type to string a gentleman along or play with someone’s feelings.” Guy nodded

“Right,” Izumo interjected, “I’ve seen Iruka kick someone out of the library for harassing a student, scared the shit out of everyone. Trust me, if he didn’t want you around you wouldn’t be.”

“Definitely. He wouldn’t let you keep trying if he wasn’t interested.” Three heads snapped to look at Kotetsu who joined them.

“I agree. He hasn’t turned you down yet has he?” Guy commented. Kakashi blushed.

“I haven’t actually asked him...out. Not- Not directly.” Kakashi admitted, a little flustered. Izumo snickered and Kotetsu elbowed him in the side.

“You should.” Kotetsu and Guy say at the same time.

“Food is Iruka’s love language.” Izumo tells him “Invite yourself over for dinner and let him feed you.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Kakashi blinked at him and thought of the breakfasts he’s been showing up for on training days with Naruto. They had quickly become the highlight of his whole week. Even walking them to school once or twice by pretending he had business in that direction. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t indulged the domestic fantasy now and then… pretending they were a family…

“He’s been though a lot.” Kotetsu told him, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Right. The last guy who tried to date him nearly killed him and his kid. You don’t bounce back from that overnight.” Izumo nodded.

“He probably just needs to take it slow.” Kotetsu gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder.

They hear snuffling and look over to see Guy wiping a tear from his eye.
“Iruka is so strong.”

They all smiled awkwardly but nodded in agreement.

XXX

Iruka’s other friends had a similar reaction as Izumo.

Iruka cringed and held the phone away as Genma’s screech of indignation tested his speakers capabilities.

“Nara, The lawyer from the Uchiha case? The one in all of the fucking papers right now? That Nara?” he asked incredulous while Iruka tried to defend himself with his weakening resolve.

Ultimately it was Asuma that made him cave.

“How are you going to tell Naruto you had this chance and didn't take it?” he asked firmly
“You found yourself a nice shiny machete, Iruka. Use it” he said in all seriousness while Kurenai was in the background threatening to kidnap him and drop him off at the law firm herself.

XXX

He showed up on Tuesday after school.

Shikamaru had cornered him on the way out for the day
“When you see my dad remind him mom's making meatloaf tonight.” He gave Iruka a firm look and then left to catch his bus. Iruka was stunned, even this kid was trying to keep him accountable. He grumbled as he rode the elevator up to the office.

Shikaku did not seem surprised to see him again but his eyebrows rose when Iruka imparted his son's message and he laughed.

“You know, now that I think about it, Naruto is the only kid Shikamaru has ever mentioned from school.” Shikaku observes “That’s as close to him liking any of his classmates he’s ever gotten.”
Iruka makes a mental note to invite the boy to Naruto’s birthday party.

Shikaku is blunt and realistic. 

He explains that a single man, with no living family and with no relation to the child in question, has never been granted sole custody in Konoha's history. The glint in his eye told Iruka that he was ready to change that. They went over the process.

“We file the appeal and will be called into a hearing with a judge and they determine if you have a case, a reasonable claim, to adoption.” He smiled at Iruka “Which of course you do. Then one of two things happen, either the judge awards you adoption right then and there or, worst case scenario, we go to trial and prove it.”

Iruka nodded and reminded himself this was for Naruto. Even if it takes years, he deserves to have someone fighting for him.

Shikaku explained that these things take time and if the court drags it out to a trial they might be in for a long haul, but beyond the kid’s mysterious relation to the missing children case, he doesn’t see why any of the judges won’t grant custody.

Iruka is determined

He tells Naruto 

XXX

He takes Naruto to Ichiraku and tells him he’s been talking to an adoption lawyer. He tried to make it sound like it was less of a deal than it was but he failed. Even though he didn't understand who Nara was, or what exactly lawyers did, he knew that lawyers were Important and that meant Things were Happening.

Iruka asks about Shikamaru and Naruto tells him excitedly about their conversations. Apparently Shikamaru was ‘always right about everything’ and they had bonded over how boring their last teacher was.

“Do you want to invite him to your birthday party?” he asked and Naruto beamed

“YOSH! Can it be at the house this year!?” he asked excitedly. Iruka smiled

“Of course it can.”

“Ah- Iruka? And Naruto-” A voice called and they both turned to see Kakashi parting the noren to enter.

“Kaka-sensei!” Naruto shouted in greeting at the same time Iruka asked,

“Eh? Kakashi, what are you doing here?” suddenly tense, surprised to see the man.

Kakashi tilted his head confused,

“I thought I’d have ramen for dinner…?” Iruka felt his face heat with embarrassment as Kakashi took a seat on the other side of Naruto. Akino curling up around the stool beneath him heaving one of those deep sighs dogs do sometimes.

Teuchi smiled widely at him and started preparing his order without him having to ask.

“I come here a lot. Naruto introduced me to this place actually.” He said, ruffling the kid's head as Naruto laughed and batted his hand away. Iruka took a deep breath and turned back to his noodles. Reminding himself not to compare this man with the one in his past.

Kakashi and Naruto fell into an easy banter and Iruka listened to them squabble, letting himself relax. He watched Kakashi sneak corn into Naruto’s bowl and Naruto laughed outraged when he finally caught him. Iruka noticed that he let himself get caught. When Naruto asks for his third bowl Kakashi insists Teuchi add more vegetables and Naruto turned to Iruka for assistance.

“You like carrots” he reminded the boy as Naruto squawked, betrayed.

“Is it because they’re orange?” Kakashi leaned over the counter to ask Iruka, his gray eye curved and dancing with humor. Iruka smiled and nodded at him. The man stifled a laugh with the back of the hand holding his chopsticks and the sight made Iruka blush through his next bite.

The bowl Teuchi puts down is loaded with vegetables and Naruto sighed, defeated. Slumping dramatically against the counter. Kakashi poked at his cheek and insisted he eat it all,

“-since Teuchi-san put such hard work into making it.”

Naruto picked at the bowl, quiet, as he watched Kakashi eat.

“Kaka-sensei, will you come to my birthday party this year?” Kakashi hummed around his bite of noodles.

“If your nii-chan says its alright, I’d love to come.” He smiled at the boy and they both turn to look at Iruka.

“Only if you eat all your vegetables” Iruka says gesturing at his bowl and Naruto groaned but dug in. It’s a testament to how much he likes Kakashi that he didn't complain the whole time.

Their eyes met over the kid’s head and Iruka couldn't help but feel like it was significant. He’d gotten good at reading the emotions in Kakashi’s eye. Whole conversations held through glances over breakfast. The fondness and exasperation over Naruto. The flirtatious, suggestive, looks. The humor and inside jokes developed wholly unspoken. This though, he thought as he held the man’s gaze, this one was different. Wistful. Like he was saying

our kid’s pretty great

Iruka felt his blush on the back of his neck and dropped his gaze, turning to Teuchi to ask about Ayame’s progress in her new school, but his words faltered and jammed up in his mouth. Teuchi was looking between him, Kakashi, and Naruto, a smile growing on his face. Then he winked deliberately at Iruka.

Iruka stifled a groan and pinched his brow to hide his face was he that obvious

Naruto shook his arm with an “Eh?? Nii-chan-” Just as Kakashi asked “Are you alright Iruka?” and he sighed defeated into his ramen.

XXX

| SERIAL KILLER STRIKES AGAIN |
City Council Calls Emergency Meeting – Addresses Growing Outrage

A fourth body was discovered by officers on Tuesday just after schools let out for the day. A note allegedly found with the body reads:
[The only hope prey has from a predator is to hand over something else to eat, to save itself]
Councilman Hiashi Hyuuga called emergency meeting of City Council Tuesday night to demand action. Police Chief Danzo reportedly attended the closed-doors meeting and is quoted in saying that “-certain members City Council need to re-examine their priorities…” as rumors circulate about bringing in special investigators. No council members were available for comment. The Konoha Police Department asks any citizens who have information regarding the investigation please call the KPD tip hotline [XXX-XXXX]

[photo of Police Chief Danzo talking with council members outside the town hall after emergency meeting]

X

Hayate calls to say he can’t make it to the party.

XXX

The house is filled to the brim with people.

When he asked Naruto what theme he wanted for his birthday, he just replied ‘orange’ so Iruka tried to make the whole party orange. He decorated the house with orange balloons and streamers after Naruto went to bed so it was orange when he woke up, and made him an orange breakfast in the morning. Naruto is delighted and talks excitedly about his party plans over breakfast.

Shikamaru arrives first bringing his friend Choji. Both Hyugas show up walking over from their family compound nearby. Rock Lee arrives with Guy-Sensei, sporting matching orange track suits for the occasion. Shino, Kiba, and Akamaru are dropped off by Tsume, who declares excitedly that Hana is also at a sleepover and she finally has a night to herself, before rushing off. Ten-Ten is the last to arrive (with a present that looks suspiciously like throwing knives).

Most of the parents don’t stay, choosing to drop the kids off and enjoy a few hours of free-time, but Shikaku gets to talking with Asuma and Kurenai and embarrasses Shikamaru by taking up Iruka’s offer to stay. Izumo and Kotetsu bring orange juice and ginger-ale and making everyone screwdriver mocktails. Kakashi surprises everyone by showing up with Uhei and Tenzo, Naruto’s psychologist. The man sits awkwardly in the living room looking miserable and Iruka quietly asks Kakashi why he forced the young man to come.
“He needs friends” Kakashi answers with a shrug. Iruka nudges Izumo to chat with him.

Most of Konoha’s officers are busy with the fresh investigation and increased patrols but they all make a point to stop by after their shifts, however briefly. Aoba and Iwashi only popping in for a moment, dropping off a present before their patrol. Anko and Ibiki showing up just after claiming to be on a lunch break and steal cupcakes before heading back. Genma and Raido come by after their shift ends and get chatting with Gai about something that sounds suspiciously like kickball. Shikaku and Asuma seem to be chatting about Shikamaru’s talent with chess.

Iruka flits around anxiously. Making sure the adults are all at ease and the kids aren’t getting into mischief until Kakashi quietly catches his arm and gently pulls him to sit down next to him on the couch, bringing him in to join the conversation he’s having with Tenzo and Izumo. Uhei climbs up on his lap, preventing him from moving for awhile. He chats at length with Tenzo about teaching and childhood cognition and the man finally relaxes. Iruka counts it as a victory when he finally gets the man to laugh by describing the pranks Naruto has pulled with his friends.

When it gets dark, he finally stands, apologizing to Uhei for disturbing him, and gathers the kids for cake. They all wish Naruto a happy birthday and the boy smiles hugely at the room before blowing out the candle on his orange cupcake. He puts a huge glob on Kurama’s nose and they all laugh as the dog licks it off. Iruka looks up to find Kakashi standing in the back, taking photos of the scene with Naruto’s digital camera.

The adults chat on the veranda as they give the kids sparklers and watch them run around in the yard.
He shouts to the kids to keep the sparklers away from their eyes then makes an effort to rope Tenzo back into a conversation with Kurenai.

Kakashi watches from across the room as Tenzo laughs and flexes showing off the muscles he gained from his wood-working hobby and feels like pouting. Guy slaps him on the back heavily, jolting him out of the mood, and brings him into the conversation he’s having with Shikaku about the city council’s latest blunder.

There’s an undercurrent of tension as the conversations drift towards the latest body discovered. Iruka slips away to see Ten-Ten and Hinata off and set the boys up in the living room playing video games.

When he returns he finds the conversation grim. Shikaku, Asuma, Genma, and Tenzo huddled together quietly discussing their concerns with CPS’s mysterious lack of involvement in the case and the missing information in Naruto’s files. The bigger implications on the city. Kakashi is hovering near the group, listening, pretending to watch Guy and Kurenai trounce Konoha’s officers at a game of penny-poker.

Kakashi’s eye meets his, and for a moment he looks dangerous. Iruka’s gut clenches in a visceral reaction as he is reminded that the man was a soldier. Then his eye softens and curves and he becomes unassuming once again. Iruka can still read the tension in his shoulders and walks over to stand by him.

“Everything ok?” he asks in an almost-whisper. Kakashi shrugs.

“I guess, I’m just worried about Naruto.” he admits “I didn’t realize how close he was to disappearing.” He looks Iruka in the eye,

“You really are amazing.” Iruka blushes and tries to hide his face by taking a drink of his fake screwdriver.

“I’m not, really, anyone would have done it…” he insists flustered by the intensity of Kakashi’s look

“And yet, no one did.” Kakashi says darkly looking down into the untouched contents of his own drink, lost in thought. Uhei paws at his leg.

“Sorry,” Kakashi apologizes, his good eye curving upward with what Iruka can only assume is a forced smile “how about another game.” He gestures to the group where Guy was congratulating Kurenai on her excellent card skills. Iruka interrupts Skikaku’s conversation and ropes the group into a game with them.

Shikamaru comes out, bored with the predictable plot of the movie the kids are now watching, and ends up beating all of them. Shikaku laughs proudly and embarrasses him further by boasting about how he inherited his genius from him until Shikamaru threatens to tell his mother.

Genma manages to win him over with the magic card tricks he’s been learning, and though Shikamaru insists its not real magic, only sleight of hand, Iruka can tell the boy is impressed. Genma beams at Iruka and mouths ‘worth it’ as the boy checks his sleeves for the missing cards. Iruka notes the way Raido looks at Genma, equally amazed, as his friend pulls a penny out from behind the boy’s ear.

X

Iruka asks if anyone is staying the night, offering the guest bedrooms but everyone declines. Shikaku finally agreeing to leave Shikamaru to his sleepover.

They head out, saying goodbyes to the kids in the living room and wishing Naruto a final happy birthday. Kurama eyes them steadily from his place by Naruto’s side as they leave.

Iruka sees them off to the gate waving goodbye to Genma and Raido, and catches Shikaku making quick plans to meet somewhere with Kakashi and Asuma. Iruka doesn’t pry. Shikaku thanks him for the wonderful time and admits he originally stayed for an excuse to talk to Kakashi and was pleasantly surprised by the rest of Iruka’s friends. Telling Iruka cryptically he ‘knows how to find the good ones.’ Unsure of what that’s supposed to mean or how to respond, Iruka just waves to the man as he leaves.

Asuma and Kurenai both give him hugs as they head out. They reiterate their plans to meet for dinner later in the week. Agreeing to face the wrath of Konohamaru together. (The boy was upset he couldn’t make it to the party). Iruka smiles as he watches Asuma put his arm around Kurenai as they walk away.

Tenzo pulls his attention away to thank him, stating he had a wonderful time. Iruka thanks him for coming and insists he’s welcome any time. Kakashi loops his arm through Tenzo’s and pulls him away from Iruka.

“Don’t go letting that smile fool you, Tenzo, Iruka-sensei is a dangerous man” he says patting his friend’s arm “best to keep your distance.” Iruka laughs, thinking jealousy was a good look for him.

“Don’t listen to him Tenzo, I’m harmless.” He says and gives his most devastating smile, batting his eyelashes for good measure. Both men stare at him, identical blushes painting their cheeks when Guy elbows his way in.

“A wonderful evening as always Iruka!” he said clasping his hands and Iruka bites back a laugh as Kakashi glares down at his friend.

“Its always wonderful to have you, Guy.” he answers matching his enthusiasm and the man beams, his perfect teeth sparkling.

“I find myself eager for the next one already!” Iruka does laugh at that

“Me too!” he responds and he waves them off as they leave. Kakashi throwing a glance over his shoulder back at him before they round the corner out of sight.
Iruka smiles to himself.

The cold October wind blows and he suddenly feels uneasy. Like someone is watching him. He looks up and down the street but doesn’t see anyone. Only shadows. He locks the gate, frowning to himself.

As he turns back to the house he notices Kurama on the porch waiting for him. He sighs and pets the dog’s head
“It was just you wasn’t it. I’m just paranoid” he whispers to the dog and then heads inside to check on the kids.

Kurama, strangely, chooses to stay on the porch.

XXX

| BROTHER OF COUNCIL-MEMBER FOUND DEAD |
Hyuga Clan Mourns - Foul Play Suspected

City is left reeling from yet another attack on one of Konoha’s oldest families. Twin brother to Konohagakure Councilman, Hizashi Hyuga, was discovered dead in their family compound early Tuesday Morning. The CFO of the Hyuga family’s medical supply company is survived by his brother Councilman Hiashi, niece Hinata, and son, Neji. Hiashi is quoted saying he “Plans on investigating the incident to the full extent of the law...” No arrests have yet been made. Police Chief Danzo offers his condolences and warns of speculation “With known killers on the loose like Itachi Uchiha, it’s easy to point fingers…” he commented (cont. p.D6).

XXX

When Iruka next sees Neji at the gym the boy looks angry. Angrier than any twelve-year-old should ever be. Iruka remembers being twelve and losing both of his parents. He remembers the anger. He tries to create opportunities for the boy to vent. Iruka doesn’t pry, he doesn’t offer useless words or advice. He just makes himself available for support. Guy notices his efforts and they conspire a little. Sharing concerns about his mental state and the fitness of Hiashi as a guardian. It takes a few weeks, but Neji finally opens up. Iruka listens. Letting the boy rage until the tears follow and they both lean on Guy and his rock-solid support.

Iruka gets the impression the kid doesn’t like being at the Hyuga compound. He encourages him (with Naruto’s help) to come over whenever he wants. Naruto insisting that since they live in the same neighborhood, and Iruka is the best cook, it would make sense why he would want to.

Neji begins coming over on the days they don’t go to the gym. A few weeks in he starts bringing a nervous Hinata with him. They begin to walk home together after school and the kids stay until dinner when they’re expected back home with their family.

He tries to remind himself that Hiashi is mourning too, especially when they inevitably run into eachother at the gym and around the neighborhood. It sits in the back of his mind as he passes over Tenzo’s card at the gym.

It presses into his temples like a vice when he hands the man a stack of books about Emotional Intelligence and Childhood Development after walking the kids home one afternoon.

Iruka insists they’re all welcome anytime. A little pleased that his home has already become a safe space. One cold afternoon, he watches Neji correct Naruto’s stance as they practice together in the yard, it feels bittersweet.

Chapter Text

Iruka has had stress dreams since his parents deaths. They're usually about the same four things, the terrorist attack, the foster homes, Juvi, and Naruto. Between parenting, Naruto’s hidden past and it’s mysterious connection to the serial killer, and keeping up with his class, Iruka felt like he was drowning in his anxiety. He stares up at his ceiling in a cold sweat every night and pictures the walls of his home, visualizing the protection they provide. He listens to the sound of Kurama snoring from Naruto’s bedroom and lets it ground him

He considers getting another dog.

Naruto got over his initial anxiety of the new home and hasn’t been sleeping with him at night. He misses sharing the bed. He misses having Genma around to wake him up at 5am for breakfast before he went out to patrol. He even misses the sounds of neighbors seeping through the apartment walls.

He considers that he might be lonely.

XXX

Kakashi steps off the elevator at Shikaku’s fancy law firm with Akino. The dog leads him to a secretary desk and he hears the click of a phone being returned to a receiver just before the person there tells him to take a seat and wait “Mr. Nara will be right out.”

Kakashi didn’t even get the chance to open his mouth. He hated when people did that to him. He understands that they were probably told to expect him, and he’s hard to mistake, but they could still have a human interaction with him. A hello at least. He stood in front of the secretary, unmoving until they finally asked

“Can I help you with anything else while you wait?” then he smiled and asked for a cup of coffee.

The secretary was still fetching it when Shikaku came out to get him.

He was a little apprehensive when the man arranged the meeting back at Naruto’s birthday party and his feeling only grew as he follows the man back into his office and finds Asuma already there.

“I’m glad you were both able to make it.” Kakashi takes a seat as Shikaku points to a thick orange binder on his desk.

“I need your help with this” he says seriously.

Asuma and Kakashi exchange a glance.

“To be clear,” he says, leaning back against his desk and crossing his arms “By providing assistance, you would be officially working with me on my cases. That means attorney-client yadda yadda…” he waves one hand in the air dismissively. Neither Asuma or Kakashi comment. Nara fixes them both with an intense stare and then nods once, decisive.

“Asuma Sarutobi,” he turns to face Asuma “I’ve heard you and your father are not on speaking terms.” Asuma’s face gets stony and he assents. “I was hoping you would be willing to change that” Shikaku pulls out a file from the binder.

“I represent the surviving Uchihas. After the massacre Sasuke was placed in witness protection. He has since disappeared.” Kakashi feels his breath catch. Shikaku passes the file to Asuma.

“I did some digging and your father was the judge to make that call, and the one to seal the records. Naruto’s as well.” Shikaku adds seriously. Kakashi watches as the color comes and goes on Asuma’s face as the man grapples with his emotions.

“I was hoping you might get him unseal the files.”

The room falls into silence. Asuma takes a deep breath to steady himself.

“When Iruka first met Naruto, he asked me ‘what if it was Konohamaru?’” Asuma says quietly “I was upset because I knew- I knew, it would never be Konohamaru” the two watched as the file shook in the man’s hands. “Where’s the justice in that?” he spat, his eyes snapping up to meet Shikaku’s “I’ll do my best.”

Shikaku nods and turns to Kakashi.

“I’m concerned that no one seems to be able to get a meeting with Jiraiya using conventional methods. I was hoping to exploit your personal connection with him” Shikaku states directly. Kakashi immediately pulls out his phone.

“I take it this is also about Naruto?” he asks as he pulls up Jiraiya’s personal contact.

“Its about the safety of all Konoha’s children. I think someone is trying to keep CPS isolated” Kakashi hums in acknowledgment as the phone begins to ring. He puts it on speaker.

“BRAT, what the fuck do you want?” an angry voice picks up.

“Good morning Lady Tsunade, I’m afraid this is a business call, is Jii-san around?” he hears the woman grumble and the phone gets passed.

“Kakashi-kun?” a man’s voice comes through the line jovially.

“Morning, I’m calling from Attorney Shikaku Nara’s office, Public Defender Asuma Sarutobi is here with us as well.” He states before the old man can say anything inappropriate. “Nara’s been trying to get a meeting with you.”

“and I with him” the voice comes through uncharacteristically serious “Something’s rotten in the state of Denmark.” Shikaku agrees as Kakashi passes him the phone.

“Are you in a secure location for this call.” Nara asks and Jiraiya confirms.

“I have in my possession a list of six names of unofficially missing children.” Kakashi and Asuma both alert, Kakashi’s hands fist in his lap.

“Three of them have been confirmed to be the bodies found. One of them is still pending confirmation but is a likely match for the body found last month. And the last two are Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha.” Kakashi has to stop himself from rising to his feet. Shikaku gives him a look that screams stand down soldier as he plows on.

“Naruto is only missing on paper. He’s currently being fostered by a trusted individual who has initiated adoption and was denied. I’ve seen the paperwork and It’s complete bullshit. There is no way in hell you actually signed this” Shikaku glares at the phone.

“I most certainly have not” Jiraiya’s voice comes through as shaky as Kakashi feels. Shikaku nods again.

“That’s what I thought. I don’t need to tell you that that throws a dangerous wrench in our plan to appeal.”

“By design, no doubt.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Shikaku agrees “I’m also sitting on a stack of blank files. Case numbers with erased data, scrubbed police reports. According to my source, the administration of Leafview Elementary is actively hiding the missing kids but they’re unclear how deep the conspiracy goes. We’re still gathering information. It’s coming in slowly because we’re trying not to raise suspicion” Shikaku admits frustrated. Kakashi and Asuma share a worried glance, both figuring out that it must be Iruka who’s gathering the info.

Iruka trying to adopt Naruto.

Iruka filing the reports…

Kakashi feels his anxiety swell and the protectiveness he feels over Iruka and Naruto overwhelms him. He fights his urge to hide them away and keep them safe from whatever plot is at hand. That’s hardly fair to Iruka. He takes a steadying breath and refocuses on the conversation in time to agree to hand deliver a copy of The Binder to Jiraiya to ensure the man actually receives it this time.

“That brings me to Sasuke,” Shikaku sighs “the boy is actually missing, not just on paper.” Kakashi grips his knees so tightly he knows it’s going to bruise. He uses the pain to ground himself.

“He was supposed to be in witness protection. I- I oversaw the transfer myself” Shikaku grits out furious “he’s not there anymore, he hasn’t been listed as a run-away, and now his data has either been scrubbed or sealed.”

“I haven’t signed any witness protection paperwork in the ten years I’ve held this position” Jiraiya states, the temperature in the room seems to drop as that information sinks in. Shikaku huffs a frustrated breath and looks at Asuma.

“I’m working on gaining access to the files, but its worthless if we can’t actually find the boy and keep him safe” Shikaku rubs his temples.

“I’ll do what I can from my end” Jiraiya states determined,

“Be careful. We don’t want anyone else finding out the extent of what we know just yet. It’s unclear how deep the roots of this conspiracy have spread.” Jiraiya agrees and Kakashi is hit by another wave of protectiveness.

“What about Itachi? Is he safe?” Jiraiya asks, and Shikaku’s answering sigh is a bit more put upon.

“He’s safe-ish. Nowhere near the city, with a solid alibi.”

“I understand. Hard to be placed at the scene of a crime when your alibi is two hundred miles away.”

“Precisely. The problem is convincing him to stay away. If news of Sasuke’s disappearance finds him…”

“They wouldn’t be trying so hard to bury these kids just to spotlight them now” Jiraiya says darkly. 

“Lets hope that stays true. This whole situation is too convenient to be coincidence. We need to know who we’re up against and what their goals are if we’re going to take them down. I’m testing a few theories on my end and I’m hoping you can support my findings when it comes to it.”

“Let me give you my personal contact. I should probably maintain the guise of incompetence until we get more information.” Shikaku agrees and writes down his number.

“I don’t think I need to tell you not to trust anyone in my office” Jiraiya warns.

“Or the police force outside of my contact” Nara confirms, nodding, and gives him the information for Hayate Gekko with the caveat that the Detective was under some kind of surveillance. They end the call with the promise to reach out if either one gets new information. Shikaku hands the phone back to Kakashi.

“What the hell is going on…” Asuma asks and Shikaku chuckles, tired.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. I really hope you don’t mind me exploiting your personal relationships to the case…” Kakashi knows now the man’s referring to their relationships with Iruka and Naruto. The thought makes him stew the manipulative bastard. This could be dangerous, and somehow Iruka and Naruto are smack dab in the center of it all. Kakashi takes another steadying breath. He has a promise to keep. He glances over and sees Asuma eyeing him knowingly and he tries not to cringe Was he really that obvious?

“It’s not just the missing kids,” Shikaku says, moving around his desk to sit down “We’ve also been retained to investigate the death of Hizashi Hyuga” Shikaku steeples his fingers as he leans on his elbows.

“It’s all connected somehow. The Uchiha massacre, the missing and murdered children, and the Hyugas… Just a matter of finding the right thread to pull and it will all unravel” he looks at them seriously “Kakashi, deliver The Binder and check out CPS office. See if you notice anything or anyone suspicious. Asuma, let me know how things go with your father. I’m going to keep looking into the Hyuga’s case. Someone recently tried to kidnap Hinata and the suspect in custody conveniently disappeared…” He eyes them both seriously, letting the implicit danger of the situation fill the room with silence. Then leans back in his chair with a sigh “Follow your threads and let me know where they lead. I appreciate the help," he gives them a dismissive wave of his hand "you can see yourself out.”

X

As they wait in silence for the elevator Kakashi ignores the glares of the secretary and the coffee mug now perched on their desk. Instead he stews in his anxiety. Though outwardly the picture of calm, his mind is racing, calculating how soon he can see Naruto and Iruka again. The meeting spooked him and his desire to make sure they’re both safe consumes him.

Half of him rationalizes his fear, reminding himself that it’s not his place. They have good friends and know how to protect themselves. He shouldn’t intrude. While the other half is coming up with excuses to stop by tonight… invite yourself over for dinner Izumo’s voice echoes. He wonders if showing up with Ichiraku take-out would be too much. He doesn’t want to make the man uncomfortable…

He can sense Asuma fidgeting by his side.

“Do you smoke?” The man asks seemingly out of nowhere. It snaps him out of his thoughts. Kakashi’s good eye slides in his direction as he answers, but he doesn’t turn his head.

“No.”

“Do you drink, or do… anything else, like that?” The man crosses his arms as he asks.

“No?” Kakashi repeats, wondering why the man would ask. He doesn’t say his balance is to shitty for alcohol and his mind already too fucked up for addictive substances. Too many soldier pills, too much morphine. He doesn’t say he’s still struggling to convince himself to take painkillers and the last time he tried to re-introduce coffee he threw up from anxiety. He glances behind him at the glaring secretary as his hands fist in his pockets.

He wishes he had brought Uhei with him instead.

“Good.” Asuma simply states and strokes his beard, thoughtful as they continue to wait in silence. Kakashi listens to the approaching dings echoing from above as the elevator descends, announcing what floor its on.

“Iruka likes bamboo-” Asuma tells him as the elevator reaches their floor and dings loudly.

“What?” Kakashi asks, more confused.

“Bamboo. It’s his favorite.” Asuma tells him again. Kakashi stands frozen, trying not to gape, and watches Asuma step into the elevator. “You coming?” he asks, holding the door.
“No,” Kakashi repeats “Thank you, I’ll get the next one…”

He hears Asuma chuckle as the doors close.

XXX

It’s not the worst Idea he tells himself as he walks into the flower shop the next day.

X

this is a terrible Idea he tells himself as he lets himself into the house.

X

Iruka pokes his head out of the kitchen as the door opens and Kakashi waves. Iruka shouts a quick greeting before disappearing once again. Kakashi removes his coat and stomps the snow off his boots before removing them. Its early for snow this year. He lets Bull off his lead and finds his way to the kitchen.

“Naruto’s outside running drills. We’re having omelets for breakfast” Iruka informs him as he flips the eggs in the pan. Kakashi hovers in the doorway. Iruka smiles over his shoulder at him then pauses mid-turn back to the stove. His eyes catching on what Kakashi is holding.

“What’ve you got there?” he asks confused. Kakashi tries not to lose his nerve.

“It’s, uh, Lucky Bamboo.” Iruka’s smile becomes confused, his eyes bouncing between the bamboo and Kakashi’s face.

“Why?” he asks.

“I brought it for you.”

“Really?”

Kakashi reminds himself that he is a special class tactical operative, and he doesn’t panic

“Asuma said you like bamboo…” Iruka looks between his face and the bamboo plant in his hands then throws his head back and starts to laugh. The kind that comes straight from your core.

“Bamboo shoots, Kakashi. Like, the ramen topping” he gets out between giggles wiping the mirth from his eyes.

“Oh,” he looks down at the bamboo in his hand dismayed. A terrible Idea after all…

Iruka puts down the spatula and comes over, still beaming, and gestures to the plant.

“May I…?” Kakashi hands it over. Iruka holds it up and admires it. It’s in a little decorative pot and has a bow tied around its three stalks in gold ribbon.

“I can’t believe you got me bamboo” he breathes out.

“Lucky Bamboo…” Kakashi adds a little charmed by Iruka’s smile.

“What makes it lucky?”

“No clue.” Iruka laughs again, and his whole body seems to shake with it.

“c’mere” he says and Kakashi leans forward, bending around the plant, as Iruka leans in and kisses Kakashi over his mask.

Kakashi is stunned. He can feel his heart stop beating and then start again ten times faster.

“Thanks for the plant” Iruka says around his smile. He brings his hand up to his mouth just as Naruto bounds into the room with both dogs.

Iruka shows the kid the plant gives it to the him to put on the table. Then he turns back to the stove to finish cooking and plate their omelets. Humming cheerfully to himself.

Kakashi follows Naruto to the table in a daze, and listens to Naruto tell him they’ll have to find a good place to put it where it can get enough sunlight. At Naruto’s request, he uses his phone to look up care instructions and passes it to the boy to read aloud as Iruka places their meal in front of them.

Iruka’s smile doesn’t fade once through breakfast. Kakashi watches him admire the bamboo with a soft smile and then, catching his eye, it blooms into a garden of teeth before Naruto steals their attention away again.

He takes in the scene before him. The three of them sitting at the table together, Bull’s head in Iruka’s lap as the man absentmindedly strokes the dogs ears and listens to Naruto try to figure out which of their windows faces east. It soothes the gnawing worry behind his rib-cage. He can still feel the warmth of the kiss against his face, and it fills him up 'til he’s warm all over.

Kakashi can’t help but feel incredibly lucky.

Best Idea ever...

His gaze drifts to the window to watch the snow accumulating outside.

XXX

Konoha’s CPS office has the air of an underfunded professional space trying really hard to be less intimidating for children. The front desk has children’s drawings taped to it and an almost empty bowl of candy, only a handful of mints remaining. Kakashi is greeted by a cheerful young secretary with big round glasses and when he questions about his appointment he’s told that Jiraiya isn’t available, but doesn’t specify why. Kakashi hums and takes a seat in the waiting area, ignoring the secretary shooting looks at him from the desk, and pulls out his phone to send a quick message.

While he waits for a response he takes in his surroundings. There’s broken nubs of crayons and papers strewn on the coffee table in front of him, half of the papers marked with random scribbles. The mismatched carpet and furniture all seem to be older than him, perhaps by a few decades, and infuse the space with a musty odor. The florescent overhead lighting buzzes with electricity.

In a corner a lone plant wilts, dying from neglect.

He doesn’t remember being a child, but he tries to imaging being one in this space and internally cringes. He tries to imagine Naruto in this space and harrumphs, glaring back towards the secretary.

Jiraiya comes out to greet him, dressed in a red aloha shirt tucked in to a pair of khakis, long white hair hanging in a loose ponytail down his back. He dismisses whatever the secretary’s was going to say with a wave of his hand and saying “It’s quite alright Kabuto” and holding the door open for Kakashi to enter.

He’s led through a room of lifeless cubicles and into Jiraiya’s office. So far, it’s the only room that actually feels cozy. Warm lighting emanates from lamps and the window, instead of the harsh overhead. The furniture is newer and more comfortable. Instead of a big imposing desk taking up most of the room, it looks more like a living room. With multiple seating options and bookcases along the walls. There’s a variety of stuffed animals and decorative throw pillows, even a quilt folded over the back of the couch. One small desk is crammed into the corner next to the window and Jiraiya sits down in the little desk chair.

“I like what you’ve done with the place” Kakashi gestures. Jiraiya huffs and crosses his arms

“Wish I could give the whole office an overhaul but the city keeps blocking me” he grumbles “I suspect you didn’t come here to talk about my interior decorating though.”

Kakashi sighs and lets Akino lead him to one of the chairs, folding up his cane into his lap as he sits.

“I’m here on behalf of the Ino-Shika-Cho law firm to gather information for a case. Is this office secure?” He asks and watches Jiraiya shake his head.

“Yep, as secure as can be.” He replies. Someone is listening then Kakashi infers and nods slowly. He thinks about what to say next.

“You’re a difficult man to get a meeting with, surely Konoha doesn’t keep you that busy, though I suppose there is a serial killer on the lose…” he leads and smiles when the old man picks up the ball and runs with it.

“Yes well there’s only so much I can do with the resources I have... The kids found remain unidentified, the office can’t do anything to represent them without an official missing person report or until the killer is caught” he tells Kakashi with a tone of indifference, but his face betrays his fury “I’ll be able to do more once the officers get back to me with more information. It’s just a matter of patience, you know how it goes” he continued flippantly, “I’ve got my projects to keep me busy in the meantime” he finishes lightly, like the whole thing was merely an inconvenience.

Kakashi’s not as good of an actor.

“Well that’s all outside of my wheelhouse, but I wish you luck. I’m here to ask about a case from a several years ago -before your time- is there anyone in the office who might’ve been here and remember?” His voice is tight and his smile forced.

“There’s several people who have been here since the previous department head left, let me make you a list!” the older man says with enthusiasm “they’ll certainly know more than I do about the older cases. Don’t go through the secretary though, he’s hopeless with the appointment calendar” he fixes Kakashi with a pointed look “He’s still new, the newest anyway. Though, I think he’s been here for a few years now. You’d think he’d have it figured out already” He laughs, fake and jovial. Kakashi nods again, slowly as Jiraiya hands over a file. Kakashi opens it to reveal background checks on a few of the employees. The old man had already been looking into it then. He shoves the file into his bag and pulls out The Binder, handing it over and saying

“Thank you for your help then. I appreciate you finding the time amongst your various projects to meet with me.” He watches Jiraiya’s face harden, stony and serious as he glances through The Binder.

“Hang on,” he says, still too serious, eyes snagging on one of the entries “I think I misspelled one of those names I gave you… let me see that paper.”

Kakashi pulls out the file and hands it back. Jiraiya takes out the report on his secretary and holds it next to a page in The Binder. Kakashi gets his eye to focus on the page and reads the same name on both

Kabuto Yakushi

“Ah, thank you for clarifying this for me,” he says trying to remain casual as he feels all the color drain from his face “again, I appreciate your help.”

“Anytime,” Jiraiya tells him then returns the paper to the file and hands it back to Kakashi who stuffs it back in his bag. Their eyes meet and Jiraiya shrugs “anything else I can do for you?” Kakashi declines, silently indicating his desire to follow this lead as soon as he can. Jiraiya nods and escorts him back out. Kakashi tries not to stare at the secretary as he leaves.

X

Once outside again he calls Shikaku, filling him in on what he learned. Shikaku sounds as worried as Kakashi feels about the secretary. He agrees that it can’t be a coincidence the man works both places. Then Shikaku hits him with the bad news

“Asuma called just before you did. He says that his father refused to unseal the files” Kakashi’s hands fist and he glares into the middle distance as Shikaku continues

“The date of the hearing is set to take place after the holidays” Shikaku announces “Sarutobi Sr. was assigned as the judge”

“fuck” Kakashi spits

xxx

“...Kakashi...” a voice seems to call to him from far away

“Kakashi...wake up” he feels fingers lightly brush the hair off his forehead and over his temple. Kakashi opens his bleary eye and meets two warm brown ones.

“Iru...ka?” he asks, voice gruff with sleep. Was this a dream? He wonders, and picks his head up from the desk. A loose paper clings to his face and Iruka chuckles softly and brushes it off.

“Sorry to wake you Kakashi, but the library is closed.” Kakashi looks around at the empty library. Half the lights were already off. He knew Iruka must’ve waited ‘til the absolute last minute to wake him. He rubs his eye and stretches.

“Right” he says and looks down at the notes he was compiling for Shikaku on the CPS employees and tries to gather his thoughts. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Usually his dogs would wake him when he started to drift off but it was snowing again that day and he hated making his dog work in the cold. But then the sound of the wind against the library windows was too similar to the noise machine he used at night and well….

“Right” he repeated “sorry for the inconvenience” he looked back up at Iruka who was leaning against the desk and still watching him with a soft smile pulling at his lips.

“It’s no problem. Take your time, Izumo and Kotetsu have already left.” Kakashi’s mind raced to supply all the possibilities that being alone in the library with Iruka presented and he quickly blinked to clear the thoughts away. Reminding himself firmly that Iruka had the kid waiting for him to get home.

“Right,” he cleared his throat and started shoveling the papers unceremoniously into his bag “thank you.”

He stood up and looked around for his cane. Thanking Iruka again when it was handed to him. They walked to the front, Kakashi hovering by the exit while Iruka turned off the remaining lights, donned his coat, and made sure the doors locked behind them.

They stood there for a moment, under the overhang. He watched Iruka fidgeting with his umbrella and found himself unwilling to leave yet.

“Did you bring an umbrella, Kakashi?” Iruka asked just as Kakashi blurted out nervously

“May I walk you home?” Iruka looked at him a bit surprised

“Only if you want, of course.” Kakashi covered quickly watching a slow smile spread across Iruka’s features. He opened his umbrella, pressing it into Kakashi’s hand as he looped his arm through Kakashi’s.

“Here, we can share.” He said with a big smile as Kakashi blushed.

They chatted about their days, Iruka inquiring after his dogs and why he didn’t have one today, and Kakashi asking him about his class that morning. Iruka pausing every once and while to warn him of ice and snow drifts. Kakashi tried to wrestle his blush under control the whole way, thinking it was just like a scene from one of the novels he reads for the Book Club.

They paused outside the gates of Iruka’s home, finishing their conversation and falling into silence. Neither moved. Kakashi watched Iruka as he looked into the house, biting the inside of his lip like he was chewing over something he wanted to say. Kakashi waited, content that the man was still holding on to his arm. Iruka’s eyes slowly found his again soft and warm and flickered occasionally to where his mouth was hiding behind his mask. Kakashi felt his heart tumbling over itself in his chest. Their faces were so close now, had they been that close the whole time?

“Do you- do you want to maybe come in for... some tea?” Iruka asked a little breathlessly, Kakashi could feel his warm breath panting against his mask. He pulled his head back slightly, taking a breath of the cold night air and using it to steady himself.

“It’s late. I don’t want to disturb Naruto” He replied, turning his head away from Iruka’s soft gaze that was rapidly descending into fond.

“Naruto’s not here. He’s- um- at a sleepover tonight… the Inuzakas…” Iruka’s hand was on his cheek, turning his head back to face him again. Pressing his body into Kakashi’s as their eyes met again. Kakashi felt like his heart was trying to jump right out of his chest and into Iruka’s.

“oh...” he said intelligently and watched Iruka wet his lips “well, if you want-”

“I do, I really do” Iruka cut him off swiping his thumb over Kakashi’s lips, still hidden under the mask. Kakashi’s breath hitched.

“O-ok” Iruka beamed at him, flushed and excited. Trailing his fingers on Kakashi’s jaw as he removed his hand from his face and lead Kakashi inside.

Xxx[stop here and skip to the next XXX if you have a spice intolerance]xxX

Iruka only let go of Kakashi once the door had closed behind them and they both removed their coats, hanging them on the nearby coat hooks. Iruka leaning his wet umbrella and Kakashi’s cane against the door and placing their bags on the bench nearby. Kakashi straightened from removing his snowy shoes and stepped into the dark room, turning to look back at Iruka

“So… tea?” he asked, his voice a little gravely. Iruka kicked off his own shoes and closed the distance between them.

“It’s really a little late to have tea” he said removing Kakashi’s mask.

Kakashi met him to the kiss half way.

Whatever tension had been simmering between them for the last few months rocketed up to a boil. Neither one having any inclination to stop it. Kakashi finally freeing Iruka’s hair from it’s ponytail, sliding the hair-tie onto his wrist and relishing the feel of the loose strands between his fingers. Iruka pushed his jacket off his shoulders and tugged the shirt free from his waistband so he could run his hand up the planes of Kakashi’s stomach. Kakashi felt as though he had electricity thrumming under his skin, sparking white-hot wherever he and Iruka touched. Iruka pulled him by his belt loops until Kakashi had him pinned against the wall and was grinding their erections together through their pants. One hand leaving Iruka’s hair to hike the man’s leg up over his hip. The sensation made them both gasp. Breaking the kiss, Kakashi dipped his head nipping at Iruka’s jaw and licked at the pulse point on his neck as he rolled his hips. Iruka threw back his head, banging it against the wall as he breathed out a long low

“ffffffuuuuuck”

Kakashi couldn’t recall ever hearing the man curse before. Always so polite and formal. The sound of it thrilled him, lancing heat straight to his groin. A little pleased at being able to hear the teacher like this, and more so for being the cause.

“Bed?” Kakashi panted into his neck and Iruka nodded, fisting his hand in the collar of Kakashi’s shirt to pull him down the hallway to his bedroom. Running them into the walls as he tried to kiss Kakashi the whole way.
His futon was still set up on the floor from the previous night. It hit Iruka’s ankles and he sat down harshly, loosing his balance. Kakashi dragged down with him by his shirt collar and trying hard not to land on him clumsily as he was brought to his knees. He winced as they hit the tatami mat.

“sorry” Iruka panted finally releasing his grip on Kakashi’s shirt. Scooting himself backwards onto the futon, removing his shirt and throwing it off to the side. Kakashi followed, sliding his hands up Iruka’s legs as he crawled between them. Their lips met again. Kakashi palming Iruka through his pants, swallowing the groan it elicited from the man beneath him. He moved his hand up, tugging at the button

“May I?” he asked against Iruka’s lips

“Fuck- yes Kakashi, please…” he moaned licking his way back into Kakashi’s mouth. Kakashi made quick work of the fly, shoving the pants out of the way as he freed Iruka from them. He wrapped his long fingers around him, committing the feel of it against his palm to memory as he stroked. He listened to Iruka as he gasped and writhed. Kakashi dedicated himself to learning how to play him like an instrument. Reading his body language and the little sounds he made to find what he liked.
Kakashi had always been a fast learner.

“fuck- fuck! Wait!” Iruka gasped and Kakashi stilled immediately. Pulling away a fraction to bring the man’s face into focus.

“I don’t- I don’t have any protection” Iruka panted running a hand over his face.

“Do you want me to stop?” Kakashi asked, loosening his grip on Iruka’s member, Iruka whined and glared at him

“Don’t you dare!” He snapped and Kakashi chuckled.

“We just cant- oh” He cut off, head falling back, as Kakashi gave him a long slow stroke.

“Then we wont” Kakashi agreed, sucking a light spot onto his collarbone. Iruka fisted his hands in Kakashi’s hair and rolled his hips into his grip.

“I want to-” he groaned and it pooled in the lava feeling between Kakashi’s legs and he bucked into the mattress.

“fuck!- Kakashi!” Iruka gasped as Kakashi squeezed and rolled his thumb around in the precum drooling from his slit.

“Next time.” Kakashi told him, feeling bold. He took in Iruka’s disheveled hair, the blush that accentuated the scar on his face, and the fierce light burning in his lidded eyes and prayed he would be lucky enough to get a next time. He kissed his swollen lips, tugging one between his teeth as he started to stroke the beautiful man in earnest. Iruka dissolved into curses, hips lifting off the bed as his back arched chasing the feeling before finally shuddering, his knees clamping around Kakashi as his release struck him like lightning. Kakashi stroked him through the aftershocks until he was pushing Kakashi’s hand away and telling him to stop, cursing at the overstimulation and trying to catch his breath.

“My my Sensei that’s quite the mouth you have on you,” Kakashi teased. Iruka looked at him, a challenge glinting in his eyes.

“Like my mouth, do you?” he asked and flipped them. Rolling Kakashi off and settling between his thighs. Kakashi was a little stunned at being manhandled. He made a mental note to thank Guy as Iruka looked deviously up at up at him as he mouthed at the erection straining against his zipper.

“May I" He asked

“You don’t- ah- you don’t have to” Kakashi managed, brushing Iruka’s long hair out of his face.

“oh but I want to~” he grinned, grabbing the zipper pull with his teeth, and dragging it down as he undid the button with his hand. Kakashi keened at the sight. The lava feeling heavy in his gut.

Iruka hooked his fingers into the waistband and Kakashi lifted his hips, hissing as he was freed from his pants, Iruka dragging them all the way down to his ankles.

“Oh fuck you” Iruka griped under his breath as he took in Kakashi’s member standing flushed and proud against the pale lines of his abdomen. Kakashi opened his mouth to say something (he wasn’t entirely sure what) but all the thoughts left his mind as Iruka licked it once from base to tip and then swallowed him down. He made a sound like ‘eeuuurgh’ as all the breath left his body and he was surrounded in hot and wet. He panted, trying to remember how to breathe. Iruka’s hair tickled his hips and thighs and he pushed it back out of the man’s face again, trying to keep the strands from being caught in the man’s mouth as he worked.

He tried to memorize the way Iruka’s lips looked stretched open around him. Iruka’s eyes closed and he grunted, lathing his tongue on the underside as he worked his throat to accommodate the length until he bottomed out. Nose pressed into Kakashi’s groin. Kakashi tried not to move, fighting the instinct to thrust. Then Iruka opened his eyes and looked up at him again with such fierce determination in his eyes that Kakashi had to will himself not to cum, twitching against Iruka’s tongue with the effort.
Iruka pulled off slowly letting out his breath as soon as his airway cleared. And Kakashi let out a long breath with him groaning and gritting his teeth at the sensation.

“What about... protection?” he panted when Iruka pulled off with a wet pop.

“Do you want me to stop?” Iruka asked tracing his head with the tip of his tongue, letting the drool slide off and puddle, coating Kakashi’s dick with saliva. Kakashi swallowed thickly and dumbly shook his head.

“good” Iruka said just as Kakashi grimaced at the wave of dizziness that hit him. He clutched his head, digging the heel of his hand into his good eye. Iruka paused and moved up, reaching for Kakashi’s hand and pulling it away from his face, tugging the hair-tie off Kakashi’s wrist. Kakashi sighed, letting it go. With his other hand, Iruka gently pushed Kakashi’s chest, guiding him til he was off his elbows and resting flat on his back. Then Iruka sat back to pull his hair up again. Kakashi thanked his lucky stars for the sight. Re-focusing on the man as the room stopped slipping away from him and his breathing evened out.

Then Iruka was on him, once again engulfing Kakashi in the hot wet cavern of his mouth.

He used his hand to stroke Kakashi’s length, matching it in time to the bobbing of his head. Kakashi’s hips began to twitch involuntarily and Iruka encouraged it. Pushing and pulling at Kakashi’s hip until he was thrusting himself up into Iruka’s mouth. He could hear his breath coming and going in ragged gasps and he tried to block the sound with the back of his hand, but the hand he brought to his mouth was still covered in Iruka’s own spend. He licked the flavor of it off of his knuckles and felt the tension build in the lava of his gut. Iruka’s hand wandered from his hip to his ass, squeezing the flesh of his cheek as Kakashi thrust, then drifted to cup his balls. Kakashi’s head threw back with a groan and he fisted his hand in the sheets. Shoving the knuckles of the other hand deeper into his mouth, biting and sucking Iruka’s flavor off of them. The heat spread in his gut, he felt his muscles start to tighten and he choked out Iruka’s name.

“I’m gonna- I’m” he panted and Iruka slipped a finger behind his balls and pressed hard against his perineum.
Kakashi saw stars. His whole body seemed to thrum with the electric feeling that pulsed from his core. He felt Iruka swallow around him and maintained the pressure through Kakashi’s stuttering hips and Kakashi half wondered If you could die from an orgasm. What a way to go...

Iruka brought him down gently, easing off of him slowly as Kakashi’s spine relaxed and he settled back into the mattress. Chest heaving. Iruka stroked his legs which seemed to have turned into jelly.

“How’d’ya like my mouth now?” he asked giving Kakashi the most self-satisfied grin. Kakashi was grateful he couldn’t form a coherent sentence or he might’ve said something truly embarrassing like ‘marry me’ -instead he just huffed and pulled Iruka in for a lazy kiss. Once more stealing his hair-tie. Iruka laughed (a little hoarse) as his hair cascaded down around their faces and Kakashi kissed him through it.

Iruka cleaned himself up the best he could with tissues and shed the remainder of his clothes. He offered the box of tissues to Kakashi.

“I should probably-” Kakashi started to say reaching down and beginning to pull up his pants

“Stay.” Iruka cut him off putting a gentle hand on his chest. One silver eye met two warm brown.

“ok.”

Iruka helped him undress and then pulled him into his arms. Kakashi laid his head on Iruka’s chest and closed his eye. He listened to the man’s steady heartbeat, the gurgling of his stomach, the sound of their breathing, the winds beating against the walls outside. He thumbed the angry scar on Iruka’s chest.

Iruka ran his fingers through the hair at his temple. Tracing the line of his scar as it disappears beneath his eye-patch and reemerged on his cheek. Kakashi waited for the question to come.

“Do you sleep with this on?” Iruka asked, Kakashi hummed. It wasn’t the question he was expecting.

“’m not supposed to…” he murmured, already dozing off.

“Do you want to take it off?” Iruka chuckled and it jostled Kakashi who groaned before reaching up and unclasping the strap. Placing it on the floor next to the futon and rubbing his eye before re-adjusting his position and sinking back into Iruka’s chest with a sigh. Iruka held him close, and Kakashi fell asleep to the sound of the wind and feeling of Iruka gently tracing the scars on his back.

X [not yet] X

He dreams of Iruka.

He woke slowly, fighting tooth and nail to cling to the vestiges of his dream. It was such a lovely dream. Iruka was in his arms, he was grinding into him. They’re both so hard, he’s so close, If he could just… the dream faded and he slipped into consciousness like a shadow in the fog.

He’s still hard, Iruka was still in his arms. Iruka was also hard. He pulled back, trying to get his good eye to focus on Iruka’s face to see if the man was awake yet. The movement made their erections rub together and they both groaned.

"Thank fuck you’re finally awake, I was trying to let you sleep, but” he pressed their hips together and they both groaned again “that.” he gasped “Can I…?” He adjusted, fitting a hand between them. Kakashi rolled onto his back, pulling Iruka on top of him and grasping Iruka’s thighs as the man straddled his hips. Iruka wrapped his hands around both of their lengths and stroked, thrusting into his hand and making a guttural needy sound. Kakashi tried to take it in but everything was blurry. His vision is always at it’s worst in the morning and he cursed internally as he started to get dizzy. He closed his bad eye and willed the room to focus as he thrust up into Iruka’s hand. The partial vision in his good eye was still hazy from sleep. He closed both his eyes and lamented the view he was missing, feeling out Iruka with his hands and imagining the way his hair fell as he tossed his head back.
Iruka was close. He could hear it in the hitch of his breath. Kakashi smiled, his good eye opening just a fraction as he tried to watch. Iruka swore at him, grinding them together. He felt Iruka’s hips stutter and his thighs tense around him and grunted as the hot spray painted his chest. Iruka panted as his grip slipped.

Kakashi was still hard, but he stopped Iruka’s hand as it reached for him. Iruka whined

“You haven’t -”

“Give me a moment. I want to see you” he said, trying not to be embarrassed. He rubbed the sleep out of his good eye and followed his finger, dragging it between his good eye and where Iruka was straddling him until Iruka came into focus. He looked flushed and sleepy, his hair cascading over his collarbone. Kakashi brushed it over his shoulder and thumbed the marks he left the night before. He smiled and Iruka’s flush crept down his neck.

“You’re ridiculously handsome” Iruka informed him “Its a good thing you wear the mask all the time, otherwise no one would be able to get anything done.”
“Ah, thank you for telling me, I’ll keep that in mind.” Kakashi commented, throwing in a wink for good measure. Iruka slid his hand through the mess he made on Kakashi and then wrapped the slicked hand back around Kakashi’s length.

“fuck- and this. You’ve been blessed with the world most beautiful cock. It’s unfair.” Kakashi’s chuckles deepened into groans as Iruka stroked him slowly.

“I can’t wait to ride it” he said a little breathless “next time” he promised with a devious smile and it made Kakashi throb. Iruka moved faster. Kakashi gripped his thighs for dear life and planted his feet, bucking up into the teacher’s hand. It didn’t take much more before Kakashi was spilling over his knuckles and crying out Iruka’s name. Iruka swallowed the sound. Kissing him through it.

It was terribly gentle and when he pulled away to kiss Kakashi’s beauty mark it made his eye sting with tears. Iruka kissed down his jaw while Kakashi found his breath.

“For the record,” he said, sliding his hands down Iruka’s thighs, “I don’t mind being woken up…” Iruka laughed into the crook of his neck.

“I’ll keep that in mind” he mumbled sarcastically and licked Kakashi’s pulse.

Kakashi sighed, starting to feel sticky. He had to pee, his bladder suddenly making it’s presence known. He wondered what time it was and if Naruto would be home soon. Kakashi sighed again

“So, about that tea…”

Iruka laughed again and sucked on the sensitive tendon in his neck

“Its too early for tea…” he announced “how ‘bout a shower?” he breathed in Kakashi’s ear and bit his earlobe. Kakashi shuddered. Iruka was already half-hard again.

“sounds good” Kakashi answered weakly.

Iruka stood and stretched languidly before toeing the scattered clothing away from the path to the door. Then he helped Kakashi stand and pulled him into a kiss. One hand wrapping around to squeeze his ass before the man abruptly pulled away declaring

“ugh, I’m sticky. Lets go” and leading Kakashi by the hand to the washroom.

They successfully rinsed off but got handsy during the soaping process, both fully hard again. Kakashi fucked Iruka’s thighs as he jerked the man off. Iruka’s hands gripping the wall as he rocked back into Kakashi and described all the things he wanted to do with him ‘next time.’ Kakashi tuned him out, reciting the most boring technical manual in his head to keep himself from cumming immediately at the images Iruka was painting.
Iruka’s words fumble and dissolved into breathy curses and then suddenly he was cumming with a sob. His legs giving out, twitching beneath him. Kakashi followed him down, pulling him back onto his lap and thrusting up against the cleft of his ass, biting into Iruka’s shoulder to muffle his groan as his spray painted the teacher’s back. His mind still chanting Next Time Next time next time nexttime...

He wanted all of Iruka’s next times.

The hot water was incessant on Kakashi’s back and the steam curled around them, making his head swim. Kakashi’s eyes closed against it. He held Iruka against him and wondered how long he’d be allowed to keep him.

Iruka leaned back into him, resting his head on Kakashi’s shoulder. Kakashi cracked open his good eye and tried to focus through the fog. He watched the man smile softly and trace the indents Kakashi’s teeth left in his flesh. He studied Kakashi’s profile and Kakashi could see the water droplets crowding on his eyelashes. They made his eyes look bigger somehow...

“Hungry?” he asked in an amused tone. Kakashi tightened his grip, his arms like iron bars around Iruka’s waist, and nuzzled into his neck.

For you “-always.”

Xxx [its safe now] xxX

Naruto is dropped off just as they finish getting dressed and had started prepping breakfast. Iruka greeted the boy and dog at the door and the kid threw himself into the man’s arms while Kurama circled them, snuffling. Then Naruto spotted Kakashi where he was standing awkwardly in the living room.

“Ah!! Kaka-sensei! What are you doing here!? It’s not a training day.” He shouted at Kakashi, pointing with an accusatory finger.

“Kakashi came over for a sleepover” Iruka told him, giving him the explanation they’d discussed with an unassuming smile. The boy looks between them for a moment then nods,

“Good, I- I was worried about you being all alone in the house, ya’know, believe it” he admitted to Iruka, a little shy. Kakashi released a nervous breath as Iruka’s face become incredibly fond and he started helping the boy hang up his coat. Kurama wandered over and greeted him with more circling and snuffling. Kakashi pushed his muzzle away, a little embarrassed, as the Kyuubi nosed at his crotch. The dog eyed him judgmentally before bounding after Naruto to the kitchen for breakfast and trying to eat the food they had begun to lay out on the table.
“Ah, Iruka tell Kurama to sit-” as the word left his mouth the animal sat, looking back at Kakashi. Iruka and Naruto looked between them in alarm. Shocked by Kurama’s sudden obedience. The animal had never listened to him before.

Kakashi’s face flamed.

“You think he-?” Iruka started to ask

“Yeah” Kakashi confirmed, embarrassed. Iruka’s blush crept around his scar. Naruto squinted suspiciously at them and then at Kurama.

“You guys are all acting weird today” he declared.

XXX

Kakashi excused himself from the meal, having standing plans to meet Guy for breakfast. He arrived at their usual cafe later than he normally would, Guy greeted him with a worried smile.

“Kakashi! You didn’t text when you got home last night. I was concerned.”

“My apologies Guy, I walked Iruka home last night…” He said and Guy nodded, taking it as explanation enough.

“And how is our dear Iruka-Sensei?” Guy inquired taking a sip of his coffee.

“In a word... insatiable” Kakashi declared, shooting Guy a mischievous look. Guy choked on his drink. Turning to look misty eyed at his friend. Kakashi was saved from a speech about the passions of youth by the sudden appearance of their waitress.

XXX

He sat on the bench outside of the city office building, facing the black memorial stone. Akino hovered next to him on the freshly plowed sidewalk and he felt a little bad making the dog sit in the cold, but he needed to think and this is his thinking place.

He thought about all he’s lost and all he’s learned. He thought about the friends who he couldn’t save and the price he paid for trying. He thought about all he’s been through and wonders, not for the first time, why he survived while everyone who’s ever loved him has died. He thought of Minato, and about Minato’s son. He thought of The Binder of blank reports. He thought of what he’s capable of and his hands fisted in his coat pockets. He doesn’t need to ask himself the lengths he would go to to keep his kid safe.

His kid.

He thought of Iruka and the lengths the man’s already gone.

He thought of Iruka and the danger he’s still putting himself in…

He thought of Iruka. The smiles. The way he says Kakashi’s name like its a privilege. The way he looks when standing at the stove in his apron, pushing the fly-away hairs from his brow. Pausing to redo his ponytail. In the backyard with Naruto wrapped around his waist or shouting over eachother at breakfast. The way his voice raises when what he's saying is really important and he’s being ignored. The way he gets quieter when what he wants to say is really, really important.

He thinks Obito would’ve liked Iruka.

He says as much out loud.

He imagines Obito laughing at him as he contemplates his doom.