Colourless Vanity | By : Cepheus Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1743 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Note:almost completely edited, woo–hoo! Please check up my other fanfics, too, even though I’m still not updating them… urgh… will try harder, I promise!
Cepheus:for anyone interested, there won’t be a sudden jump into the future, at all. For the few who got the hint of Ne coming, well, of course I wouldn’t jump forwards when there is such a promising thing there XD BUT, things will speed up a bit. Just a bit. Because it’s needed, I guess. …–…–…–…–…–…–… Rating: M Summary:(ItaNaru, GenmaRaidou, IruKakaIru) Naruto is tired of his life. But he would never run. He’s given an option instead, and decides to take it, becoming a member of the newest ANBU team… Warnings:yaoi, boy x boy relationship, angst, torture, and such. Mental as well. Flames will be used to warm up food. Disclaimer: do not own Naruto. Thankfully. I don’t like what’s happening lately. “Talking” ‘Thinking’ –Flashbacks, memories, dreams– …–…–…–…–…–…–… Colourless Vanity Chapter 12: Portraying “Iruka–sensei!” Kakashi chirped, a light skip in his steps as he loomed towards the academy teacher, a smirk gracing his covered lips. He couldn’t truly explain why he felt so cheerful around the Chuunin, but he did know he was getting quite a good amount of pleasure in playing around with him. he knew Iruka’s patience with him was at the last straw, but he just couldn’t stop. Besides, with the lack of a certain blond haired Genin, he could bug the Chuunin even more. Sometimes, Kakashi swore Naruto was acting more mother–hen than Iruka was. What a protective teen… Mentally rolling his eyes at the thought of Naruto, even though it wasn’t without a trail of warmth, Kakashi wondered once more how he was doing on his training. Shaking his thoughts away, Kakashi concentrated on the teacher in front of him. Naruto was fine –Jiraiya was the best shinobi he could ever get as a sensei. “… Kakashi–sensei… good morning,” Iruka’s smile was a bit tired on the edges, but the politeness was still there. Kakashi couldn’t know it, but Iruka was truly tired. The previous week hadn’t been easy on him, as training Naruto as an ANBU was vexing, and he still had to face his students every day, no matter how tired he was. He had dropped a few classes, but it was still a bit too much –he would progressively grow easier once he got used to work out more… or at least he hoped so. He had grown a bit too rusty in the last few years. It didn’t really help that Kakashi was out to get him, or something. It was unnerving, and Iruka had more than once fought the urge to throttle Kakashi, but had thankfully refrained from doing so. “You seem tired, are your students being too much?” even though the tone was cheerful and positively bright, there was a vague undertone of worry in Kakashi’s words that helped Iruka not get angered at him. “Yeah, well… if you think you’ve had it hard with just Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke, just think how it might feel with having over ten Naruto in one class…” he groaned in reply. “We’re getting close to the end of the year’s examinations. They’re just… getting wilder each day more. At least I have a bit of satisfaction in thinking Sasuke is getting the blunt end of the worst class” at that reminder, Iruka smirked. Kakashi paled a bit, a combination of the smirk on the usually nice Chuunin’s face and his words; so… Sasuke was facing the mini–Naruto clone, huh? Shuddering inwardly, Kakashi quickly sent a prayer in Sasuke’s way. May his soul rest in peace. “That’s a bit… cruel,” he felt compelled to say. Sasuke was one of his students, after all. And everybody knew just how much Konohamaru respected and admired Naruto. Iruka tilted his head to a side, as if pondering over his words. Then he chuckled. “Not at all” he replied, feeling his mood improve a bit. At least, if Kakashi refrained from bothering him too much, his presence was acceptable, even nice –and Iruka knew just how much he wanted adult interaction outside of the few encounters in the ANBU headquarters. “Well, you see, Iruka… can I call you Iruka? I mean, we are friends, so we can drop the suffixes with each other, don’t you agree?” Kakashi had this smug look, that Iruka’s eyebrow almost twitched. Almost. “Besides, we might find out Naruto is not the only thing that we have in common!” Iruka inwardly sighed. he didn’t really want to deal with Kakashi, and the imposing approach the man used on him was kind of upsetting. Why couldn’t the man act serious and not… like this? Was it just because he only saw a Chuunin, and not an actual shinobi at his level? ‘Calm down, calm down,’Iruka groaned to himself.‘Of course he only sees me as an inferior Chuunin… that’s my cover! I cannot expect him to respect me when he thinks I’m such a weakling. Jeez, but isn’t this annoying. He could at least have the decency to notice he’s bothering me!’ He shrugged a bit, trying to show the usual meek side and not go Anko on Kakashi’s butt. “Okay, I’d like that, Kakashi–sen… I mean, Kakashi” he corrected himself sheepishly. It wouldn’t be too bad to satisfy the older Jounin for once. Maybe this way he would be less annoying… stress on maybe. “Ah, that’s great, Iruka!” Kakashi replied, positively shining. Iruka both twitched and blushed, because the silver haired Jounin’s stare was fixed on him and it was… intense. Embarrassing! Didn’t this man know of what decency mean?! “Humph. Anything, Kakashi?” he growled out, mortified to see just how satisfied Kakashi looked when he called his name without suffixes. The Jounin’s smile turned into a smirk, vaguely recognizable under his mask. “Not for now, thank you Iruka”. And before the Chuunin could even think about a retort, or even feel put off by the purring in Kakashi’s voice, the man had already vanished. It took Iruka three whole seconds to react to this, and then he slumped his shoulders, defeated. ‘I guess that it wouldn’t work to take another path to academy –he’d find me anyway,’he thought, resuming his walk towards the building. …–…–…–… Tsunade took in the sight of the usual shy pink haired teen in front of her with shock edging in her clear brown eyes, blinking when Sakura did not back down, nor look away from her. She had to admit it, the young kunoichi did seem determined enough. “So… you are asking me to train you?” Tsunade asked, leaning on the desk. “Interesting. Why should I agree with this?” “I… I want to be your apprentice, Tsunade–sama!” Sakura replied, her voice steady. “Naruto…” her hands shifted at her sides, clenching into fists. “Naruto took Sasuke back. He was actually stronger than him. And now he’s gone training with a Sannin… and Sasuke is also training by himself, even though he won’t be allowed to advance” even though both of them knew Sasuke would not advance until Naruto was back. So much was clear. Tsunade observed her as she spoke, her keen eyes on the small details the pink haired teen wasn’t even aware of showing. Like how her hands were trembling, how her eyebrows were furrowed in anger and annoyance. She was serious about this. As serious as she could be. “I always relied on them –on Kakashi–sensei, on Naruto, on Sasuke…” the lack of suffix spoke dialogues by itself. “I’m tired of not being able to protect myself, to protect them. I don’t want to be weak anymore! I want to prove them, but mostly, I want to prove myself that I can be strong!” Her green eyes focused on Tsunade’s brown ones again. ‘I know I’ve been so childish until now,’the teen thought, gritting her teeth.‘I became a ninja only because I wanted Sasuke–kun to look at me. But now… I know I can be a kunoichi. I want to be strong for myself. Because finally I have a reason too’. Tsunade stared at her seriously. “Why should I accept? What do you have that I could use? How can you know you have what it takes to be a Medic–nin?” Sakura gulped down her uneasiness. “You will see that for yourself if you accept to train me,” she replied. Tsunade’s eyes showed some amusement at her words. Sakura fought the urge to close her eyes. She had to be a reliable part of the team, too. To show she had the ability to be a good ninja. To help. Be strong. She had done her homework well –she knew Sasuke wanted to kill his brother. And it wasn’t hard to find the name of the only other Uchiha alive in the S–rank missing–nin black list, which was free for all ninja to check onto. And to find out that he apparently belonged to the organization Akatsuki. She didn’t know why Naruto was hunted down by such organization, as he was just a normal ninja, but as things were, she would do all she could in order to help both of them out. Her teammates. Her friends. Her precious people. “Sakura… I’m not seeking an apprentice,” Tsunade stated clearly. “I’m a Hokage. And I have Shizune already. Besides, my training wouldn’t be easy at all, and I expect discipline, respect and a strong will… would you even be up to it?” “Please, Tsunade–sama!” Sakura stepped forwards, lifting her fists up to her chest. “I won’t delude you!” The two stared at each other for a second. “I’ll give you one week. If you manage to resist to that, I will make you my apprentice,” the older woman relented, vaguely surprised to see such a determined gaze. Sakura’s eyes brightened up. “Thank you, Tsunade–shishou! You won’t regret it!” With a bow, Sakura turned around and left the room, a skip in her step. Not even a second later, Shizune entered the office and closed the door behind her back, tilting her head quizzically “Tsunade–sama…?” “She might be worth it,” the blonde replied, sighing. Uncaring of Shizune’s presence she downed a glassful of sake, feeling it burn its way down to her core. “She would have what it takes to be a medic–nin, but I am not sure she can stand my training”. Shizune bit her lip, unsure as much as her superior was. She had gone through her master’s training once, years before, and it had not been easy. She hoped the pink haired kunoichi would be able to endure it all just as well. …–…–…–… Naruto gritted his teeth, panting as he went through his seventieth lap around the ANBU headquarters, sweat rolling down his face. At first, running with the Genjutsu active on him had been hard. The air was being pushed out of his lungs faster, his whole body working against him, but after a while his body had apparently started working with him, managing to push the tiredness away enough to comply with Anko’s desired. And yet, it had lasted barely twenty lapses. At his thirtieth lap, his feet almost gave in, making him slip on the ground, and he barely caught himself, not wanting to ruin his pace more than he had already; stubbornly refusing to give up, especially after the speech Anko had given him, Naruto had continued. Unfortunately, he had been unable to do his fifty lapses in time, and the cursed woman had added exactly one lap for each he had missed, making a total of twenty–three added ones. He still had to do three, thankfully, and then he was finally done. Stepping in front of Anko for the last time, Naruto allowed his tired, heavy body to collapse on the grass, panting hard and trying to gather as much air in his lungs as he could, gasping and groaning in pain. Anko stood above him, observing the results of her first exercise with serious eyes and an not–amused expression on her face. Around a minute later, Naruto had recovered, his breathing slowing down to a more regular one, so he propped himself up to a sitting position, looking up at his teacher and waiting for her to either speak or do something. Anko lifted one hand and freed him of the Genjutsu, watching as Naruto gasped in relief. “You weren’t that bad,” she muttered. “I’ve seen some of my other trainees fail more spectacularly than you did… but you still failed” she added, watching the vague smile disappear from his lips. “By what Itachi told me I would have expected your stamina to be greater than this”. Naruto stifled a growl, but accepted the words. It was true that he had depleted his energy, but it was also true that he lost his energy because of the Genjutsu. Under normal circumstances… “Well, we’ll try to gain back what time you lost with the next exercise” Anko stated, hopping away from him and expecting the teen to follow. Sighing, Naruto stood up. “What now?” he asked, suspicious to see she was leading him away from the training grounds. “Now, since we’ve wasted enough time doing the laps, I expect you to try better with this” Anko was not looking at him, but skipping forwards, intent in searching for something, and Naruto followed her, wary but determined. He still remembered her words, and was ready to show he was enough determination not to fail. “So, what will I have to do?” “Swim!” she answered cheekily. There was a couple of seconds of pause, then “what?!” Naruto stopped. He looked around, searching for a pond, a stream, anything that looked made of water, but there was nothing around, except trees and hard ground. Was she kidding? Was she up to use another Genjutsu? “Come on brat, don’t look so put off,” Anko smirked, clapping her hands in front of her. “Itachi assured me you would be more enthusiastic about new training!” Naruto twitched, and yet, touché. Usually he’d perk up at a training, no matter how strange it could sound –after all, he had been given a balloon to break to learn the Rasengan… What had changed? Well, maybe because despite all the training, he had yet to learn some new cool technique. Yeah, Naruto was still Naruto, even though he was content with strengthening his body with the basis, he still wanted to learn and be able to improve. A smile graced his lips –it would take a bit more to settle down, as it seemed. “Of course I’m happy, you old hag!” he yelled, smirking. “I’m just bored –you have yet to show something cool to me! So let’s go to wherever you want me to swim and let’s start another boring training!” Anko’s left eye twitched. “Oh, but I just decided we can stop here, brat,” ‘the nerve of him,’ she inwardly laughed. Naruto’s smile melted into a confused frown. “Here? But… there is no water…” he looked around. “… can you see the water?” he asked, half mockingly half afraid –was she truly crazy enough to see water where there wasn’t? Anko’s predatorily smirk made him shiver. “Who said you’d be swimming into water?” Her hands blurred into a series of seals Naruto could barely make out, noticing just a few of them –and then the ground shifted under his feet. ‘What the–’ And he fell. The ground rolled all around him, pressing hard on his skin, on his face, everywhere, trapping him and pushing him down, away from the surface of the earth; the soil covered his eyes, forcing them close, and over his mouth, and he panicked, wondering if he could even breathe. The soil was dark, rolling over his fingers and brushing against his whole frame, unpleasantly, and pushing, pushing, shifting his body ever so lightly, enough for him to lose his sense of direction, of where the up and down was. It felt like he was not just falling, but falling into his tomb, towards the centre of the Earth, and he would die under tons of ground… the thought was unpleasant and sent waves of shock and fear right to his brain, making his hands freeze and turn cold. ‘No!’ Naruto felt bile rise in his throat and fought to push it down, knowing it wouldn’t help at all, and wondered just how much he could resist without breathing, since his entire body was already tired and tense. Then came the realisation, the soil wasn’t entering his nostrils, merely pushing against his skin. Whilst his mind was against it, the blond decided it couldn’t be worse than dying for asphyxiation –tentatively, with burning lungs, Naruto inhaled. Somehow, despite the ground, he realised he could breathe. This simple fact calmed down his panic. He took some small gulps of the smelly, damp air, grateful, and felt the ground resist against his chest. There was probably a limit to what he could breathe in. He was still moving downwards –well, he had been moving downwards since the start, and despite everything, he found it improbable he had changed directions. So he had to revert this fall, or else he’d never get back up –no matter if he could breathe. The ground wasn’t growing in pressure either, or at least not for the present moment, which was good. He had to find a solution soon, and his mind was calm enough to start analyzing his situation. First thing first, keeping his eyes closed (it wouldn’t help to keep them open anyway), he moved one arm upwards; the soil shifted and resisted against the movement, but parted anyway, giving him the distinct sensation of being in a deep, thick water. So this was what Anko meant. ‘Pretty ingenious, I have to admit it,’he rolled his eyes behind his closed eyelids. ‘But does this means I have to actually swim upwards now?’ Water–imitating soil –well, it was indeed pretty cool, all things considered. He kicked, trying to return with his head pointing upwards, even though his body was now falling almost head–down, and twisted, groaning at the energy it required. His feet swayed around like they were tied to weights, in the dense soil, and his arms couldn’t find a single hold to grasp to. Frantically waving his body sorted no effect, nor did try to free–style his way back up, and since it wasn’t a Genjutsu, (he knew Anko wouldn’t try a second one, she was too sadistic for that), he had no way to just ‘Kai’ himself out of the situation. Inexorably, he kept shifting downwards. Surely Anko would not let him drown for real, would she…? A flash of her sadistic smirk made Naruto reconsider. She fucking would. Then what? Grasping didn’t help, waving didn’t either… ‘Chakra?’ Naruto concentrated a bit of his chakra into his hands, wondering if he was meant to stick to the moving soil and then make his way back up. The feeling of the soil over his fingertips changed lightly, and Naruto tried to grasp at it, but the results were not what he had been expecting, as his fingers simply slipped more through the soil, instead of sticking to it. What the hell…? Maybe he had underestimated Anko and her sadism…? Naruto growled and tried spreading more of his chakra from his hands, feeling the fatigue ripple through his muscles by the strict control he was applying, and the result was… his whole arm moved as if he was actually in real water. Sluggish, yes, but faster. Fluidly, even. Was this what Anko meant with her ‘swim!’ command? Was he expected to coat his whole body with chakra and actually swim upwards? ‘Kuso!’he cursed inwardly, not liking the situation. Coating his whole body enough to be able to swim upwards would require much energy, and it was hard to keep, and he wasn’t even sure if it’d work! ‘But she wouldn’t want to kill me… I think,’he reasoned with himself. Seconds ticked by, but he had already reached a conclusion –he would have to try even this one out to see if it could work. ‘I just hate that woman!’ …–…–…–… Raidou and Itachi were polishing their weapons in the quiet dining room, both composed and into his own work, not talking but enjoying each other’s presence, when the door slammed open, attracting their attention. Genma bounced in, a happy skip to his foot that wasn’t there before. The senbon user looked around, chuckling to himself, and when he noticed Raidou, who had lowered his head again and attempted to ignore him, let out a small cry and bounced in his direction. The scarred ANBU felt Genma approach and inwardly rolled his eyes, knowing that whatever reason had caused Genma to be this cheery would not last much, thankfully, and amused himself watching with the corner of his eyes as Itachi valiantly tried to ignore Genma as he bounced around them. Then he was caught by surprise as Genma tackled him, sending him sprawling on the ground and his weapon sliding away from them. “Genma!” he growled, irritated. “I was cleaning my weapon here!” then, as he pushed the older and lightly bigger male from him, he collected himself. “What… why are you this cheery?” Genma bit down hard on his senbon and smiled brightly at him, then at Itachi, who against his better judgement was actually staring at the two. “Anko is busy torturing… er, I mean, training Naruto–kun, so she won’t be torturing me!” he sang finally standing up and allowing Raidou to stand up as well. Itachi had to fight against a smirk coming up on his lips, aware of just how sadistic the woman could be –they had been paired up for some missions once– but he also knew she was reliable and would be the best examiner Naruto could get at this point. Raidou slapped Genma on the back of his head, making Genma shout a protest. “Stop saying stupid things, baka!” Genma pouted, shrugging. “But it’s true! She will be devoting herself to Naruto–kun now, I’ll be finally allowed to breathe!” There was a moment of silence and Genma started humming in happiness. Then Itachi blinked. “Won’t Anko train you twice as hard if she finds out you’ve been slacking off when she’s devoted her attention to Naruto?” he stated, face emotionless. “More so since her visits to him will be at any time in the day or night, the rest is all time she’ll still be with your team”. This time, a smirk did come to his lips as he observed Genma’s face turn into a desperate, shocked and wrecked one. “No! I didn’t think about it!” he yelped, turning white. “Ja ne Raidou, Itachi–kun!” With that, he left the dining room maybe faster than he had entered it, and of course, lacking the cheerful skipping. Raidou snickered a bit, shaking his head in wonder and smiling at Itachi’s quite satisfied expression. “Thanks –had he remained in his cheerful mood any more, it would have been a bother”. The younger shinobi shrugged. “Oh, by the way,” Raidou went to his weapon and took it up, grabbing the polishing cloth and resuming his work. “How was your part of Naruto’s lessons coming, Itachi–san?” Itachi remained quiet, examining the blade of his katana to spot any imperfections. “Please, don’t use such suffix with me, Raidou–san” he finally replied. “Well then, Itachi–kun, I expect the same from you,” Raidou replied wittily. “… he has grown better,” the dark haired young man admitted. “He might be a bit put off by repeating the same things over and over, and his patience sometimes wavers, but he’s definitely improving”. “Yeah, he’s quickly bored, and his emotions flare up easily, but he’s determined and that makes it up for him” Raidou laughed. “He’s working well with repeating Taijutsu moves, though”. “Whatever,” was Itachi’s reply. “At least Anko will work him through”. Raidou smiled. “I think she might let him choose his weapon if Naruto survives a week of her inspection” he smiled, sheathing his blade. “I admit I’m curious what Naruto will choose”. Itachi nodded mutely, inwardly just as curious. …–…–…–… Naruto gasped and panted, his heart beating wildly in his chest, as he grasped at the now firm, solid soil with twitching fingers, mustering up enough energy to roll over a patch of grass, just to make sure the ground would not open up underneath him again. He had worked hard. Really hard. Swimming upwards for what felt hours, and had probably been hours, fighting to maintain the steady coating of chakra over his arms, legs and body, and he had managed it out. His weight had worked against him of course, pushing him down even despite his best attempts, and using some kind of attack like half–made Rasengan pointing downwards would have not helped at all. He had used his simple raw strength and determination. The feeling of fresh air on his face felt awesome. He savoured it, gasping heavily, finally managing to open his eyes and stare up at Anko’s unreadable face above him. “Well, it wasn’t that bad,” she stated, smirking. Naruto felt his chest warm up at her admission. “… for a beginner, that is,” she continued. Naruto deflated. “So, what did you do?” she asked, sitting down next to him. “I… I swam upwards,” he muttered, flushing red. “I coated my body with chakra and swam upwards”. She nodded in satisfaction. “Yeah, I could feel your chakra even from here. you didn’t do bad on your own gaki, at least in regards of how you got up again –the problem was I could feel your presence, and probably any enemy will if you try attacking them from the ground”. Naruto blinked. So, this was a jutsu used in battle? Anko seemed to read his mind, because she nodded “it’s another application of Doton techniques” she explained “have you ever wondered how a ninja can move underground thanks to chakra without being seen upwards? Well, this is one of the ways it is done. Of course, it comes easier if your type is ground the most”. Naruto nodded, understanding part of it. Of course if one was a Doton user, he’d probably know the best way to use their jutsu. “That reminds me, I will have to ask Hyoo–sama about your own speciality,” Anko muttered undertone. “What?” She shook her head, “nothing. Don’t worry about it for now. What you did wrong in this exercise is that your chakra control is still wavering. You have hard time controlling it, that means you’ll have to continue your training with Itachi, Raidou and Iruka. There are ways to mask your chakra whilst you’re using it, but until you can control your chakra without getting tired, you won’t be able to learn it”. Naruto nodded eagerly, understanding. He was disappointed because he could have learned how to effectively mask his chakra, but he was also aware his own control was still far from perfect. Far from good, even. But… just to make Anko finally say something completely positive about him… just to show he was reliable… he would work harder! “Learn to never overestimate yourself, Naruto–kun,” Anko stated seriously, watching his determination harden. “Work to the best of your capability, because we do not need overconfident brats in ANBU. This is serious, and I expect you to keep up your hard work”. Naruto smirked. Of course. “Just watch me!” he dared. Anko watched this and sighed. yes, Naruto had the determination, and he would grow to be strong, but he was too light. This was not how ninja had to be. Ninja were darker, with a deeper knowledge of how battles would go. Naruto had never seemed right as a ninja, and yet he was, indeed, surprising them all. He was anticlimactic to the best, and Anko would be there to see the growth of a ninja unlike any other. ‘Just… will he be able to stand the darker side of this work?’ The determination had made him win battles everyone thought he would have lost. His will to grow strong to protect was so rare nowadays, and yet there were certain things he had yet to encounter, like killing an enemy, or having a friend killed. Would he be able to stand all of this? To understand that being a ninja wasn’t just to protect, but sometimes it also meant to kill, to hurt, to fight for the lowest means? Anko thought about Orochimaru, and closed her eyes. Things would be different. If anything, ANBU learned from their mistakes. …–…–…–… Naruto was busy wolfing down his food that when Iruka entered the dining hall, he barely registered it, at least until the usually mild–mannered teacher slammed the door behind his back and stomped over the trays pile, grabbing one as if he was about to kill it. Naruto swallowed his onigiri and looked up, expecting a smile and instead watching in awe and shock as Iruka went into line to get his food and scared away most of the ANBU present there, which made Raidou smile in amusement and confusion. Naruto exchanged a surprised gaze with Kei, who was seated some tables away, and had to wonder, since he had yet to see Iruka this upset. “Ah… Iruka–sensei?” the brown haired teacher turned towards the teen with a strong glare, only to notice the one who had called; then, his frown melted into a pleasant smile. ‘Hiiii –so fast!’Naruto shuddered, now afraid. “So, Naruto, how was your first day with Anko–san?” Iruka smiled, but his knuckles were white, and he slammed his tray in front of the teen, and he did seem a bit cold. Naruto scuttled backwards. That smile… “Is… is something wrong… Iruka–sensei…?” the blond teen tried, watching Iruka twitch. “Did something happen at the academy?” Itachi and Raidou, feeling Iruka’s chakra spike a bit, shifted backwards and yet exchanged amused gazes. Keeping themselves out of the conversation, they both turned their apparent attention to their meal, leaving Naruto on his own. ‘Jeez, thanks’the teen thought, sarcastic. “That… that man,” Iruka seethed, apparently he had needed some fire for his fuse as he didn’t even realise it was Naruto who had spoken to him. he grabbed his chopsticks and stabbed an okonomiyaki. “It’s becoming hard not to let him know just how frustrated I am…” he started muttering under his breathe, expression darkening “just punch his face… let him starve in the forest…” “Iruka–sensei…” “–sometimes I wonder if he’s doing this deliberately, or if he thinks that somehow this joking around and making it seem like he’s wooing me is working and–” “Iruka–sensei…” “–and certainly it was embarrassing enough to have him pop in my class, of all places, and treat me like a weak idiot–” “Iruka–sensei!” The teacher was startled out of his –raising– muttering tone and let his chopsticks fall on the floor, blinking in surprise as he realised he had been ranting out loudly. “Ah! Sorry, Naruto!” Iruka flushed, ashamed of himself “I was just…” “Say… what happened?” Naruto leaned over the table, deciding to ignore the fact that his academy teacher had just used the word ‘woo’ regarding someone who had been apparently hitting on him. Naruto could indeed think of a person who would, but… “Your former team’s sensei, that’s who happened!” Iruka resumed torturing his okonomiyaki, munching onto it with passion and glaring down at it as if it was its fault Kakashi’s attitude was making his blood boil. Iruka had accepted Kakashi’s request to drop suffixes in the morning, and that was ok. He had not retaliated when Kakashi had appeared in front of the academy minutes later only to wave at him and call him ‘Iruka!’ with that damned satisfied expression. He had not allowed his anger to get to him when Kakashi had disturbed him in the teachers’ lounge to ask whether they could eat together at lunch sometimes… But he had not liked Kakashi’s appearance in his classroom, with silly smile and idiotic attitude, expecting Iruka not just to be happy, but elated, and ready to drop the lesson and have some ‘nice, small talk’ with him. If there was something Iruka took to heart, it was teaching. Of course, Iruka had the patience of a saint. He had managed to keep a façade of gentleness so accurate that Kakashi had been chased outside the academy with a smile not knowing he had managed to fuss with the wrong person, for once. The worst of it, Kakashi probably thought it was funny to embarrass him that way. That it was ok to act all cheery and wooing and put shame on Iruka’s work, as if teaching students was something he could ignore for the sake of being some time with him. “This is all Jiraiya–sama’s fault!” he declared loudly, gulping down a cup of hot green tea and slamming it on the table, making it creak sinisterly. Naruto cowered, in shock. Truthfully, the teen didn’t know whether to laugh or shake his head in shame. He had known Kakashi was vaguely interested in Iruka, he was not that blind, after all, but he had always thought his words, actions and lame attempts to be, well, lame. Idiotic. Just for fun and a good laugh at the expense of the academy teacher –which was why Naruto had always worked hard to let Kakashi know he would never allow him to get near Iruka with his perversion. Had Kakashi read too many of Jiraiya’s Ero books to make his brain melt? By Iruka’s expression and words it looked like the man thought the same. Naruto slapped his face, groaning out loud. It couldn’t be possible Kakashi was really making fun of Iruka. Kakashi had more respect than this; even though he acted like an idiot most of the time, Naruto had seen him act serious. Kakashi knew when the time needed him to be so. Then… was he really convinced his cheery attitude would gain Iruka’s attention and benevolence? ‘You’re more of an idiot than I thought you were, Kakashi–sensei…’Naruto sighed, not listening to Iruka’s ranting anymore, and concentrating on his now cold green tea. ‘This won’t get you into Iruka’s pants…’ And Kami, did that sound wrong. “Well, I’ll show him! he’s asking for war, and he’ll have war rain down his head!” Iruka suddenly stood up, and grabbing his tray, moved away from the table. “You’ll see!” With that, he stomped out of the dining room. With the tray. Naruto blinked. Raidou and Itachi blinked. “Err…”Naruto didn’t know what to do. He was known to be a bit protective over his teacher, and had always managed to interrupt Kakashi’s silly actions when he was around –knowing Kakashi knew, he took a strong satisfaction in doing so, too– but now he was starting to think Kakashi was actually serious, and yet doing it all wrong. ‘Adults sometimes are so confusing. And childish. Or maybe it’s just the ones I know,’Naruto vaguely thought, listing all people he had met that fell into that category. ‘I hope Hyoo nii–san won’t turn out to be a strange perv too!’ He couldn’t go and keep Kakashi away from Iruka now, either. But it looked like Iruka would keep his own from now on. He was ready for the battle alright. “He’d better realise he’s doing it wrong” he growled softly, pouting as he munched his last onigiri. “Or I’ll personally castrate Kakashi–sensei”. Raidou started to chuckle softly, staring at Naruto’s face. “So you are ok with your sensei trying to hit on your other sensei?” he asked, amused by what had transpired. Naruto shrugged. “We’ll see” he commented. “So, Itachi–sensei, Raidou–san… what are we going to do now?” he cheered up at them, expecting his training with them. Raidou blinked and turned towards the Uchiha, whilst Naruto jumped up and started bouncing around. “I see where Naruto got his attitude now” he stated, grimacing. ‘One could say like mother, like son…’ and smiled at this thought. For a moment, both continued watching Naruto bouncing around, then Raidou spoke up again. “He’s a cute kid, though”. Itachi made a non–committal noise and nodded, finding himself agreeing with Raidou. …–…–…–…–…–…–… Cepheus:so, if you did like this chapter, I hope you will review :) About Sakura, she won’t be a major part in this fic, but I want to keep close to the original, Post–TimeSkip Sakura. And I love her. Ignoring her crying weakly scene of new chapters. Oki? So there won’t be any bashing. Glossary: Shishou– master for fighting disciplines, also referred to the owner of a gym, a martial arts dojo and similar. :3 okonomiyaki– typical Japanese food. Baka– idiot. Kuso– shit, for those who might not remember it :D Ja ne– (also ja na, mata ne, etc) see you later, bye, etc. Doton– Ground Technique.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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