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*************** Chapter 10 ***************

Iruka moved and felt that uncomfortable
pain shoot up his spine once again. He wanted to grunt but kept silent. He
didn�t want to alert the blond boy that he was very uncomfortable at the moment.

�Ne, Iruka-kaasan?�

�Hmm� what Naruto?� Iruka wondered as he
picked up a mouthful of ramen and slurped it down.

�Do you still love ero-sennin?� Naruto
asked as he looked with blue, innocent eyes at his former teacher.

Iruka stopped in mid air, chopsticks
full of food and then he put them down into the bowl. He looked at his adopted
little brat with a sad smile.

�Why do you ask Naruto?�

�Well� Uhm� if he was mortally injured�
would you go to him?�

�Naruto, what are you talking about?�

�Is he hurt? Is Naruto trying to tell
me that Jiraiya is hurt, very badly so?� Iruka
could feel his stomach tighten and his heart began to pound widely in his chest.

�If� if he had been hurt, would you go
to him?� Naruto said as he poked his ramen.

Iruka swallowed hard trying to find the
answers but came up with nothing.

�I� I don�t know Naruto.�

�You still love him right?� Naruto
turned his look back at his mother-person.

Iruka smiled sadly.

�Yeah, I still love him.�

�Good�� Naruto mumbled and began to
slurp down the ramen-broth before winking at the old man in the stand, wanting
to have another bowl.

�Why did you ask Naruto?�

�Well� you know� I like the old man�
he�s like my Otousan� It would be great� I mean� family� I want that�� Naruto
mumbled in total randomness.

Iruka felt another sting in his heart.

�I�m sorry Naruto��

He just shook his blonde head and put up a blinding smile.

�Ne, Iruka-kaasan��

Iruka felt his stomach grow warm at that
smile.

�What Naruto?�

�You pay!!� And with a poof the hyper
boy disappeared.

�NARUTOOOOO!!!�

******************************

�Are you sure?� Jiraiya asked as he held
his breath.

�Yeah, yeah� there is only one scent in
this bed and it belongs to your little princess. He had some fun with his hand.
(like you never do, pervert..!)� the frog said as he jumped down from the bed.

�So there is no scent of another man�s
semen on that sheet?� Jiraiya asked.

�No!� the frog answered with a sigh.

�You�re really, really sure about it?�

�YES!!�

�So it�s just Iruka�s semen on that
sheet?�

�YES!�

�Ohh� that�s good.�

�Damn, stupid, idiot pervert!!� the frog
mumbled.

�What did you say?�

�Ohh, nothing��

*Poof*

The frog disappeared, leaving Jiraiya
standing alone in the bedroom.

�So it was only Iruka�s own stains on
that sheet� well that�s good to know� but still� why did he look like he just
had been fucked?� Jiraiya scratched his head
unaware that the door to the apartment was opened.

******************************

Iruka blinked as he stared at his
apartment before slipping out a kunai. He never left his door wide open like
this. �nor did he leave his apartment in such a mess! The chuunin gaped, looking
around in shock. His home looked like Naruto had torn through it looking for
ramen!

His book self was toppled over, spilling
all his volumes of text and important scrolls, his small coffee table was turned
over, his couch had been slammed against the wall, pictures of him and Naruto
that had been hanging on the wall had fallen�and his bedroom door was open!

Was the culprit still here?

The brunette stomped angrily. If it was
Sasuke looking for some sort of revenge�. But no, it was probably some of his
kids from the Academy going overboard in a prank! Iruka growled as he leapt into
his room, kunai ready just to scare them.

But�no one was there.

Iruka sighed and looked at his bedroom.
It looked like it had been hit the worst. His mattress was no where near the bed
frame, like someone had tossed it against the wall, his night stand had been
toppled over too. One picture that had been on it was cracked across the glass.
The school teacher went and picked it up, stepping over his laundry strewn about
the room.

He bit his lip. This was one of the few
remaining pictures he had of his mother and father�Iruka had always kept the
frame in mint condition because his mother had made it�and now�and now the glass
was broken.

The brunette hugged the picture to his
chest, willing away his tears as he started to clean up.

Jiraiya was a big man. Iruka had a small
closet. This made for an uncomfortable mix.

The sannin muffled a grunt as he peeked
through the small opening of the door, watching Iruka clean. This was as close
as he had been to the smaller man in a long time. It was making him weak in the
knees. Oh�he could smell Iruka! And that lovely caramel shampoo he had
used that morning.

Jiraiya�s cock started to stiffen
immediately.

The aged man rolled his eyes as he
slowly sat down, trying to will his erection away while he listening to the
chuunin clean.

His gaze slid over everything in the
closet. There was nothing spectacular here. Just some vests and clothes
and�hello.

Jiraiya grinned when he saw the boxes he
had sent his precious hime. The cat one at least looked opened, so now he knew
Iruka hadn�t just thrown it in here without peeking at it. But what was this?
The sannin certainly hadn�t given Iruka a box that small�.

Was it from some other secret admirer?!

The toad sage growled lowly and reached
for the box, jerking it open.

And then it all made sense. Why Iruka
had been limping�why he had looked so thoroughly fucked�why Jiraiya�s summon
could only find his seed on the bed.

The sannin suffered a massive nosebleed
at the sight of �The Little Princess� and his eyes rolled to the back of his
head as he had an instant orgasm.

Iruka huffed and puffed as he tried to
clean up his apartment. He managed to fix his bed although he soon realized he
really needed to change his sheets. It took him an hour to clean it all up and
fix everything. Whoever it was that had thrashed his place had not done a very
good job.

More like rage-induced person that was
not too happy with Iruka�s personal life. That was what Iruka could conclude
from the looks of things.

Once the sheets had been changed in his
bed, Iruka fell back, arms spread wide. He winced a bit as he felt that soreness
in his ass made it self known once again.

�Darn it � I should have used more
lube.�

�And why do I breath so loudly?�

Iruka sat up, totally ignoring the pain
in his lower back.

That was not his breathing. He certainly
didn�t sound like a steam roller on the go.

From his pocket he grabbed a kunai and
an exploding tag, and with quick movements he had rolled that very tag around
the handle of the little knife.

The sound, it came from his closet.

�Konohamaru � if that�s you I�ll make
sure that you have detention for the rest of your life.�
Iruka thought as his hand grabbed the handle of his closet and ripped the closet
door open.

�HA!! GOT YOU!!� Iruka roared as he
nailed the boy�s shirt to the back of his closet wall.

The problem was � Iruka only managed to
nail a piece of arm cloth. And Konohamaru had certainly gained a few extra feet
in length since he last saw him this week.

There were good things in life and there
were bad things in life. And then there were things in life you never wished you
had to experience.

Seeing the self-proclaimed super pervert
holding a certain �Little Princess� (the very pink version�) close to his face
was one of those you never wanted to experience, or even witness. Especially
when you had used the little �princess� merely hours ago to reach a one hell of
an orgasm while imagining that super-pervert (who was holding it) doing you as
hard as he could.

�Uhm� hi?�

And of course to the laws of good and
bad� there were good things to say in a bad situation and there were bad things
to say in a very bad situation.

************************************

Naruto didn�t visit Jiraiya in the
hospital. He wasn�t allowed. His �mother� had threatened him with a fate worse
than death if he did. Iruka said he�d burn down the ramen stand.

He heard rumours from nurses though
about how badly Iruka-okasan had thrashed the aged pervert into a pulp.

No one had ever seen the rather docile
and pretty chuunin so pissed before. Ibiki, who lived next door, had been the
one to find the poor sannin. In the act of being beaten to death by a rather
alarmingly pink vibrator.

The interrogations officer hadn�t known
what to do a few seconds. He was quite a large man, physically strong and quite
smart. But there was just no way in hell he was going to take on Iruka when the
school teacher was practically roaring with rage like he had been. Actually it
was a sight that would haunt Morino-san�s nightmares and fantasies.

Even now, three days later, Iruka�s
temper was flaring out of control at the smallest things. At the Academy,
Konohamaru had broken his pen on accident and the chuunin had ordered the boy to
run one hundred laps around the school.

Another time, the Hokage had been in a
fairly bad mood and had snapped and yelled at Iruka when he turned in the days
reports to her from the mission�s office. Tsunade was struck dumb when the small
man yelled back. She had even been so cowed as to offer Iruka a paid
holiday leave.

An hour later and the busty blonde still
wouldn�t leave her office until Shizune assured her that Iruka had left for the
day.

Kurenai and Anko were presently watching
the livid school teacher as he burned everything Jiraiya had sent him, knowing
now that it was that damn pervert who had been his secret admirer.

They had to go to a training ground,
dragging all the presents behind them in six bulging trash bags.

Iruka tossed the fetish clothes into the
fire first, then the damn vibrator (though Anko protested this, since Jiraiya
haven�t given it to him, she and Kurenai had), then the many boxes of chocolates
(both women protested this), and finally, the flowers and the little poems.

Anko sighed as Iruka found that she had
been stuffing her favourites into her cleavage. Any other man would have a
problem snatching them back from such a place. The chuunin just dove his hand in
and brought them out and uncurled them, reading them out loud.

My heart is fickle,
At least that�s what I feign.
But if it�s your fancy I tickle,
Then I�ll rock you like a hurricane.

For you I write, my dearest beloved,
But to me, you must not thank.
It is you I hold most coveted,
Could you offer just a little spank?

Speaks like a lady,
Moans like a whore,
You�re fetish kinks are shady,
And I�m up for more.

Calling out your sweet name,
Can bring the sunshine through the rain.
Be my angel waiting to sin,
So my long life can finally begin.

Bowing to you would give me grace,
A chance to make you laugh I�ll not
forego.
To see the smile upon your shining face,
Caused by a blow to my fragile little
ego.

Iruka angrily ripped them to pieces and
threw them into the dancing flames.

Hours later, when they were watching the
embers slowly die, Kurenai and Anko were still comforting the sobbing man.

They looked at each other with pain and
death in their eyes. This was getting too far out of hand. Something just had to
be done. And this time they really needed Iruka to see that Jiraiya was the one
for him. They needed to tell him the truth.

But first they needed to get Iruka to a
place where he could get some sleep. Surely after this episode of crying his
heart out he was definitively going to have a �hangover�. So Anko with the help
of Kurenai carried Iruka to Kurenai�s place. There they would help the young man
to rest and then they would tell him the truth.

�I feel sorry us when we tell him,� Anko
said.

�Yeah, he�ll have our asses for sure,�
Kurenai agreed.

�But if it will get them back together?�

�Yeah, I�m all for it.�

�Damn this guy is heavy. Those
chocolates he ate must have given ten pound to his weight,� Anko growled as she
readjusted her hold on the practically unconscious man on her back.

Kurenai laughed softly.

�You want me to take over for a while?�
the red-eyed genjutsu witch asked.

�Yeah, I don�t think I can manage all
the way back to your place,� Anko groaned. She lowered down and a minute later,
it was Kurenai that gave the now sleeping Iruka a piggy back ride.

So Kurenai was the one that carried
Iruka the rest of the way back to her apartment. Once inside she gently lowered
Iruka to rest on the couch.

�How long before he wakes up?� Anko
asked as she locked the door behind her.

�I don�t know. He looks pretty out of it
though.�

�He�s been through much, I wonder if he
will ever forgive Jiraiya or us?�

�Let us just hope that he will. He and
Jiraiya belong together. And the old toad-man loves our Iruka very much, we know
that,� Kurenai said as she walked into her kitchen to make them some tea while
they waited for Iruka to come out of his unconscious state.

************

At the hospital Jiraiya was miserable.
No, he was beyond miserable. His heart ached with pain, his soul ached to be
close to Iruka again but he had totally destroyed his chances with the teacher
because he had been out of his mind with jealousy.

The pain he was experiencing was way
worse than the one he had felt when those Akatsuki members had thrashed him. He
even made a note to himself to never give Iruka another sex-toy again. The gods
alone would know how Iruka would use such things for bringing torture to another
person.

�Iruka�. Please forgive me for ever
doubting you�� He silently prayed as he stared up at the hospital ceiling.

************

It had been a week and Iruka still
wouldn�t even look in their direction. Anko and Kurenai had told him everything
that had happened, from Naruto finding Jiraiya, to them knowing the whole time
that it was the lecherous sannin that had sent him the gifts.

The chuunin hadn�t spoken to the two
women, Ino (for her small part with the flowers), Sakura (for not telling Iruka
that she had healed Jiraiya), and Naruto�who had said so many things about
Jiraiya that had hurt the school teacher.

Naruto knew the whole time�and he never
said anything, he had just made Iruka feel terribly guilty with his words about
his foster mother loving the toad sage and wanting to be a family.

That hit Iruka the hardest. He felt like
he had been played a fool by everyone he held dear. He hated this feeling.

Why when he had finally started to get
over Jiraiya, did the man have to shove his way back into his life?! Iruka had
stopped crying at night from the pain of being left behind, but now the tears
were back and he was in even worse shape than he was in the beginning. It wasn�t
fair that he should have to go through this!

It wasn�t fair that he loved Jiraiya so
much that it hurt�.

************

Jiraiya was finally out of the hospital.
He had heard everything from a teary eyed Naruto and Sakura. But the thing that
really got to him was Naruto�s crying. The boy seemed to be really out of it
since his kaasan refused to talk to him, to even look at him anymore. It had
been the last day of his hospital visit that he had gotten the whole thing
served on an angst-dripping plate.

And after Sakura had left them, Jiraiya
had picked up the shivering boy in his arms, placed him in his lap and hugged
him tightly. He let the boy cry until he fell asleep. It was now that Jiraiya
decided he needed to seek out the Chuunin and make a few things clear for the
scar-nosed man.

Jiraiya kissed Naruto�s blond head and
gently placed him on the bed and pulled the blanket up over the boy.

�Don�t you worry son, I�ll make sure
that you get your family. I will have a talk with your mother and then I�ll give
you the very thing that you so desperately seek, my boy.�

And with those words the sage opened the
window and disappeared from the hospital. And his destination was to a certain
academy teacher�s apartment.

************

Iruka sat on his sofa, his knees pressed
up against his chest as he rested his head against them. His arms hugged his
legs as he tried to stop the infernal crying he was doing at the moment.

He felt bad and guilty. He missed
Naruto. His child. His ray of sunshine. His beloved son.

He was angry.

He wanted to rip the throat out of just
about anyone.

But the main thing that went through his
head was: �Why?�

Why had they played him for a fool?

Why had they walked behind his back?

Why had they done it at all?

�Do they think I�m that much of a
fool� so much that they can think they can do these kind of things and never
think I would get hurt??� he thought as he grabbed
a pillow and buried his face in it to drench his tears.

�Right now would be a good moment to
be rescued by a knight on a white horse.�

His miserable state began to tilt
towards the hysterical one as he began to laugh and cry at the same time.

Yeah, right�. His knight was not riding
a horse (more likely he would ride a bull-frog), but he was white haired and he
was a super pervert. But more over, he was a deceiver and most likely to cheat
on him if the occasion came across his pathway.

�Gods, I hate the world now��
Iruka sobbed silently as he burrowed his head further into the pillow, trying to
block out everything around him. The real world was too painful for him to
handle at the moment. All he wanted was to find that little happy place where he
could be free, where he could love freely and to be loved without a doubt.

And he never heard the sound of his
kitchen window open and a clicking sound could be heard as a pair of wooden
sandals hit the floor.

************

Jiraiya was amazed that he hadn�t been
pulverised the moment he touched floor in Iruka�s kitchen. But that was a second
before he heard the sobbing coming from the living room. The choked sobs were
enough to grab his heart in an ice-cold grip and he stealthfully walked over to
the doorway that led to the living room.

And what he saw broke his heart, almost
literary. Iruka crawled up in one of the corners of his sofa, his face buried in
a pillow that was stuck between his head and his knees. The small sobs coming
from the curled up man told Jiraiya that Iruka was crying and he was crying his
heart out.

�Iruka�. No longer will you be alone.
We�re here for you� both Naruto and I�� Jiraiya
thought as he stepped out of his wooden sandals and silently walked over to the
sobbing teacher.

And before Iruka could protest, Jiraiya
had picked him up in his strong arms and held him tightly as he carried the
teacher to his bedroom.

�J-Jiraiya?!!� Iruka gasped as he
recognized the man�s face.

�Be quiet now�� Jiraiya ordered as he
put Iruka down on his bed.

Iruka wanted to be mad, he wanted to be
explosively mad at the sannin but he just couldn�t find the strength for it.

�I was wrong you know,� Jiraiya said as
he sat down next to Iruka on the edge of the bed.

Iruka blinked away a few stray tears as
he watched the sage very closely.

�I shouldn�t have left Iruka� I was so
wrong.�

Iruka blinked again as he tried to
understand what Jiraiya was trying to tell him.

�My home is here with you Iruka� with
you and Naruto. You�re my home!�

Now Iruka was hearing things�

�Yeah, you think I�m fooling you right?�

Well yes�

�Naruto is heartbroken too� you don�t
talk to him, you don�t acknowledge him� fuck Iruka, you don�t even look at the
boy anymore�. And you call yourself his mother!!� Jiraiya practically screamed
at the teacher.

Iruka felt a pair of big hands on his
shoulders and then the shaking of his person came.

�Can�t you fucking see it Iruka�???�

The chuunin blinked again.

�S-see what?�

�Damn you woman!! Can�t you see
that we need you??!!!�

Iruka was struck dumb, but only for a
minute before he exploded. He smacked Jiraiya�s large hands away as he scooted
back to the headboard, seething with rage and hurt.

�Need me?! Need me!!!� he yelled
venomously. �You asshole! How dare you of all people tell me that!�

The sannin opened his mouth angrily, but
the small brunette was far too pissed and darted forward to slap the older man
hard across the face. Jiraiya looked shocked. Iruka looked livid.

�All of you damn well showed me how much
you need me!� the chuunin screamed. �How much I meant to you! They lied to me! I
was suffering, but getting better and they lied to me! All of them!�

He paused as if waiting for the toad
sage to object, but the white haired nin stayed silent.

�I was doing fine! I was getting my work
done; I was finally done crying over you!� Iruka yelled. �And it was hard at
first! Every night I went to bed with tears in my eyes, replaying that damn
scene in my head, wishing I hadn�t been so stupid, or that you hadn�t been so
blind! But I got over it through, crying in my pillow before I went to sleep! Do
you understand how many tears I�ve wasted on you?!�

The school teacher fisted his hands at
his side like he was getting ready to slug Jiraiya.

�It was so hard, but I finally stopped
crying and thinking about you every waking moment! And then, when I realized I
had stopped thinking about you, that made me sad and I cried all over again. But
it had been so long, I was getting better! It was getting easier to forget how
good it felt to be held by you! And then�.�

Iruka was crying hard now through his
furious yells and Jiraiya wanted to hold the smaller man so badly, but couldn�t,
not being able to move from the shock.

�Then you came back!� the chuunin
yelled. �You came back and I, the one you claimed to love, was the very last
person who knew about it! Because of you, my friends, and the only family I have
left lied to me! Betrayed me!!! And why?! Because you asked them not to tell and
they thought it was a good idea to get us back together!�

Jiraiya�s stomach knotted painfully at
the truthful words.

�Did anyone stop to think that maybe I
didn�t want to be with you anymore?!� Iruka screamed, glaring hatefully at the
sannin. �Did anyone think that maybe it should be my choice to have you back in
my life?! No!!! All of you went behind my back to make my decisions for me and I
hate you for it because now I have to go through all of that fucking pain
again!�

The sannin stayed quiet and Iruka�s rage
boiled over. He slapped Jiraiya again and then again because it felt so damn
good to hurt the older man. The brunette pulled his hand back for another, but
the larger shinobi grabbed him and forced him back onto the bed quite easily.

The chuunin struggled madly, sobbing as
he tried to free himself when Jiraiya settled his weight over the smaller body.

�Get off me!� Iruka screamed. �Get off
me! I hate you and don�t want anything to do with you!�

The older man suddenly slapped the
brunette across the cheek, not nearly as hard as Iruka had hit him, but
definitely enough to stun the small man. Without waiting for him to get riled up
again, Jiraiya leaned down and kissed the crying school teacher.

Words would be useless. They wouldn�t do
a damn thing at the moment. Iruka was too far gone in his hysteria, his grief,
his pain for words to get through. The moment required action and Jiraiya knew
how to make some action.

The kiss was soft and yet demanding. It
was light and gently probing. It was demanding submission. It was quietly asking
for forgiveness. It was pleading for a new chance.

Iruka continued to land punch after
punch against the broad chest that was pressing him down on the bed. But as the
kiss gently asked for permission he couldn�t help himself. Gods, he couldn�t
stop it.

Jiraiya let out a low growl as Iruka�s
lips parted and he could force his tongue into the younger man�s mouth, tasting
him, making sure that this was the flavour he would have until the day he died.
This was his to taste alone. Nobody would be able to experience this fierce fire
of passion.

�No, no� I can�t take it�!!�
Iruka�s heart cried as he felt his body submit to the sannin�s kisses. �I
will not survive if he leaves me again.�

But as he was able to read Iruka�s mind,
Jiraiya broke the kiss and grabbed the teacher�s hand with his large ones.
�Iruka� I�m here to stay now. I said I made a mistake and I know it very well
that I did. I know it was wrong to make Naruto and the girls to keep quiet�. But
I wanted them to make sure that you were safe for me to claim once again�.�

Fingers laced with each other.

Iruka glared fiercely at Jiraiya.

�All I ask of you Iruka�. Is that you�ll
become my wife, my mate, my life-partner.�

Iruka�s lip curled and a snarling sound
could be heard.

But Jiraiya didn�t scare off that
easily, instead he just leaned down and kissed those curled lips softly. Gently
nipping, getting the young teacher to relax just a bit before he pulled back.

Deciding to play it under the belt
Jiraiya brushed his nose against Iruka before firing off the next �speech�.

�I left a little blond boy, sleeping in
my hospital bed. I left him there to search for you. I wanted you to understand
that I was serious this time. He�s my boy too you see. I love him as if he was
my own and you could almost say that he is since his father was a student of
mine too�.�

Jiraiya felt a shiver go through Iruka
as he spoke but the teacher remained silent.

�He�s hurting just the way you�re
hurting now��

Twist the guilt knife another way
around.

�And he needs his mother Iruka� He needs
you.�

Another twist of the knife.

�Did you know that he sees you as his
hero? Just up there next to the Yondaime� You sit next to the fourth Hokage in
Naruto�s eyes and now you�ve turned your back on him��

Jiraiya was merciless but he knew it was
necessary.

More pounding against Jiraiya�s chest,
but they were without power now.

�Just accept it� He�s your son and you
know it� and I�ve�. And I�ve come to see the little brat as my son too��

More sobbing�.

�Iruka� accept us??�

Scream after scream. Yells after yells�

�Please?�

Iruka could barely breathe as the
emotions, the screams and yells made his voice almost unusable.

�If this is another bleak w-way to� to
get inside my p-pants�� The threat hung in the air�

Jiraiya couldn�t help but smile softly
as he leaned down, whispering in the shell of Iruka�s ear:

�Come my love, I�ll tell you a tale,
Of a toddling Hermit who fell in love.
With a Princess as warm as snow is pale,
Whose voice could outshine a turtle
dove.�

The chuunin laughed and sobbed at the
same time, turning his face away so the sannin couldn�t watch his tears fall.

�I love you so much,� Iruka said
earnestly. �Please, please don�t break me again. I�ll die, I swear I will.�

The older man caught the brunette�s chin
and forced their eyes to meet. �Iruka I love you. I love you so much it hurts. I
can�t stop thinking about you�I don�t want to stop thinking about you. I want to
grow old�um�er with you. I want to protect you and hold you and I want you to
need me.�

The smaller man drew his fingers along
Jiraiya�s jaw line softly. �This sounds like a scene from one of your books.�

Jiraiya blushed. �Well it can be used
for future use anyway�� he thought.

Iruka kissed him gently, pulling the
sannin firmer over his small body as he wrapped his arms around Jiraiya�s neck.
The larger shinobi smiled through the kiss, parting the school teacher�s lips
with his tongue, delving deep inside that little mouth he loved so much. He
tipped the chuunin�s head back, trailing his kisses down the swan like neck that
arched in his hand.

Iruka blushed faintly as Jiraiya�s lips
worked over his skin, suckling over his pulse gently to create a mark. He sighed
with pleasure, fingers drifting up to tangle in the sannin�s hair.

�You combed it out,� the smaller nin
said in surprise.

The toad sage smirked. �All for you�took
me forever.�

Iruka smiled and closed his eyes. �If
you leave me again�I�ll cut you in ways that will make you useless in bed.�

Jiraiya swallowed thickly and gave a
nervous grin. �Of course my precious little Princess.�

Jiraiya kissed his little hime again,
this time with more passion, more force. Now he knew he would be able to get
away with it without loosing any precious body parts. But there was a thing or
rather a person that needed Iruka�s loving embrace more than he did at the
moment. Not that he didn�t like it where he was at the moment but first thing�s
first.

So Jiraiya pulled away, his fingers
gently brushing over Iruka�s flushed cheeks. And his little princess looked at
him with confusion in his dark eyes.

�As much as I enjoy being here in bed
with you there is someone that needs you more than I do at the moment,� Jiraiya
said.

Iruka blinked as he felt his body sink
back into the bed.

�Wait here� I�ll be back,� Jiraiya said
and placed a quick peck on Iruka�s blushing cheek.

And before Iruka could say anything the
toad sannin was gone. Iruka felt his heart sink down. �Of course� he had
something else to do�� he thought as he got up from the bed and dragged his
fingers through his long hair which only served him to remember how it felt to
drag his fingers through Jiraiya�s wild mane.

But Iruka didn�t get far, he had just
reached his living room when the white haired sannin returned, but this time he
had something in his arms. A sleeping little blond boy.

Naruto.

Iruka rushed forward and checked if his
son was alright.

�He�s just sleeping. He and that
pink-haired girl came in to my hospital room today, they were devastated. And
especially this little guy�� Jiraiya said and nodded to the bundle in his arms.

�I�m sorry that I asked Naruto not to
say anything about my return, Iruka-hime� and you know how he is when it comes
down to promises. He�ll keep his word even if it kills him. I�m sorry.�

Iruka gently cupped the cheek of the
sleeping boy and Jiraiya couldn�t help but smile when he saw the tanned man
soften at the sight of their �son�. Oh yes, Iruka was a good mother� a bit on
the temperamental side, but he was good as a mother.

�I know that he will be a bit confused
if he wakes up here, but if you�re there with him I�m sure he�ll be alright,�
the sannin stated as he gently placed the sleeping boy on the couch.

Iruka could feel his eyes moisten once
again. The frigging pervert had done it again. He had just marched into his
life, taken over and now�

�Naruto-chan�� Iruka couldn�t help but
break down next to the boy. Gods, he had been such an asshole against the boy.

�He�s good stuff� he won�t break that
easily. And now� he will be even stronger,� said Jiraiya.

Iruka brushed away his tears and looked
up at the sannin as if to say: What do you mean?

�His dream is to be a part of a family
Iruka-hime� and I promised that I would give him one,� Jiraiya said and
scratched the back of his head in manner that made Iruka laugh softly. He looked
just like himself or Naruto in that matter.

�Jiraiya�� Iruka began.

�Hmm?�

�I love you,� Iruka said.

Jiraiya grinned and walked over to the
tanned teacher and pulled him up to his feet.

�You know� I love you too and this is
home��

********************

Naruto really hoped he wasn�t dreaming,
but he knew he was. His okasan was smiling, that was the first hint. The second,
and much bigger one, was that Jiraiya was in the same room. The two older men
were smiling at each other as Iruka cooked breakfast.

The blonde sat up on the couch, noticing
somehow he had ended up dreaming he was at his former sensei�s apartment. He
pushed off the thick quilt Iruka, Kurenai, and Anko had knitted for him last
year, blinking at the scene. It was unfair that he should have to dream of
having a real family for once.

After all, how can you dream of
something you�ve never had?

Naruto smiled in a pained way as he
watched Jiraiya stand up from the small table in the breakfast nook before he
walked into the kitchen.

Something smelled suspiciously like
Iruka�s home cooked ramen, making the boy�s mouth water.

The sannin stepped up behind the small
brunette, his large hands drifting to the school teacher�s slim hips. Iruka
smiled and blushed as he kept stirring something on the stove. Jiraiya grinned
as he stared down at his little hime, enjoying their vast height difference.

Naruto got the feeling the older man
liked that the top of Iruka�s head didn�t even reach his shoulder. And then came
the clincher, the number one reason Naruto was convinced he must have been
dreaming. They kissed.

And not those porno kisses the toad sage
wrote about in his novels. This was a real one, all lips and little tongue from
what the blonde could see. And when they pulled away, Jiraiya straightening to
his impressive height, they were both actually smiling. And Iruka was blushing
as he leaned against the taller man, leaving the ramen unwatched for now.

The sannin petted his hand through the
chuunin�s chocolate locks, rubbing his thumb over Iruka�s soft cheek as he bent
down so that their foreheads were touching. He whispered soft things to the
brunette that made Iruka blush and roll his eyes as well as smile lovingly.

Naruto decided this was the best dream
he�d ever had and he tried not to move in case he woke himself up. Maybe he
could get Sakura to perform genjutsu on him so he could visit here again and be
happy. The blonde hurricane didn�t want to be alone again. Iruka-okasan was so
angry with him for lying.

The school teacher hadn�t even looked at
Naruto for a week. It had been the worst time of his life and he�d fallen into a
heavy depression not even Sasuke or Sakura could get him out of. Sometimes Gaara
would come, probably made by his pink haired girlfriend to visit from Suna.
Naruto and the Kazekage never talked. They just sat in a comfortable silence.

Naruto didn�t even know if Gaara knew
how to comfort someone, but his steady and quiet presence had been more help
than anything else other people had tried. The redhead didn�t ask about his
feeling or try to cheer him up. He just gave Naruto companionship as he thought
out his problems.

He didn�t know it, but when Naruto had
finally visited Jiraiya on the sannin�s last day in the hospital, he�d had much
the same reaction as Iruka had. Sakura had had to hold him back from punching
the older man more than once.

Naruto sighed and stared at his lap. He
was really sorry for upsetting his mother so badly. Iruka probably wouldn�t even
talk to him again. Ever.

The blonde felt his eyes watering as he
swallowed past the lump in his throat. It felt like when he was little again and
everyone looked right past him and didn�t care what happened to him.

�Naruto?� Iruka saw the boy�s demise as
he turned around to serve some more breakfast.

No sound.

�NARUTO!!!�

The little blonde boy blinked and thus
blinked a few tears away as the voice of Iruka cut through the haze of bad
memories.

�Brat, want some breakfast?� Jiraiya�s
voice cut through and crated havoc inside the poor boy.

�B-but� k-kaasan?�

�Don�t worry, brat� Your mommy is
alright now,� Jiraiya supplied with a wide smile and a big kiss on Iruka�s
cheek.

�B-but?�

�I�m alright now Naruto�. And I�m sorry
if I was cruel towards you earlier,� Iruka said with a soft smile as he place a
large bowl of home made ramen in front of Naruto.

Large puppy dog eyes �a la Naruto�.

�B-but?�

�Eat and we�ll talk later,� Iruka said
as he pushed the bowl closer to Naruto.

But Iruka was soon faced with the
familiarity to have a large teen in arms. Naruto sobbed, actually crying his
heart out, telling the Chuunin never to ignore Naruto in such way again because
Naruto would probably die if Iruka did so.

Iruka patted Naruto on his back.

�I�m sorry son� so sorry,� whispered
Iruka as he cuddled the crying teen in his arms.

Iruka just smiled softly and cuddled the
blond in his arms, gently promising that he never would ignore him again. At
least not in the same way that he had.

Naruto sniffled a bit and raised his
head from Iruka�s shoulder.

�D-does this mean that I have a super
perverted dad?�

Jiraiya walked over holding up his hands
and glancing worriedly at the brunette. �Now boy, let�s not rush things. Your
mother and I have to talk and agree on things and�other stuff. I�m not sure how
this whole �break-up and make-up� thing is supposed to go��

�Yes you have a pervert for a father
now,� Iruka interrupted, smiling at his future husband.

The sannin�s chest swelled with pride as
he beamed. Naruto picked his former sensei up and spun around, whooping for joy.
The school teacher blushed and bopped the boy over the head, yelling for his
person to be set down.

The blonde grinned wildly as he set
Iruka down, rubbing the knot on his head as he plopped down at the table.

Jiraiya smirked slowly as he slid behind
Iruka, snaking his hands around the smaller man�s waist.

�I do know one thing about getting back
together�� he whispered over the shell of Iruka�s ear. �There�s something
about�make-up sex I hear?�

Soon both Naruto and Jiraiya were
rubbing their heads as they sat down, each sporting the same sized bruise on the
skull. Iruka was blushing fiercely as he scowled at his family. He massaged the
bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes with a frustrated sigh. It couldn�t be
helped.

This was his family and damn it, he
would have to be proud of them.

Iruka refused to look up when he heard
Jiraiya and Naruto start to fight over the bowl of ramen. At least he didn�t
have to be proud of them in public�oh Gods, the school teacher would have to
teach them manners. Trying to teach them to Naruto over the years
obviously hadn�t worked. He couldn�t imagine trying to make both of them
behave. At the same time.

The chuunin sighed wearily before
planting his hands on his slender hips and yelling at the both of them to stop
their whining or he�d never feed either one of them again. All sound in the
apartment stopped as Jiraiya and Naruto gaped at the brunette.

Oh, and they�d need to buy a house.
Iruka�s apartment certainly wasn�t big enough to comfortably keep the three of
them without everyone stepping on each other�s toes. He knew from the blonde
that Jiraiya was filthy rich, so buying a house wouldn�t be a problem. The
chuunin already knew where he wanted to settle.

And yes, he was already making decisions
without Jiraiya�s approval, but that was just the sort of person he was.

Iruka dished out another bowl of ramen
before the two could get into another fight and set it down in front of the
sannin. He smiled and shook his head as they started eating. Iruka had a family
now. A real one. And he�d do his best to keep them safe and well.

TO BE CONTINUED!!
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