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All For the Sake of Pleasure	By : Kanemoshi Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 8217 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Fourteen

Iruka rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time as Naruto tried to convince him to stay with him and Sasuke. Having heard the argument from his brother countless times throughout the day, he mouthed the words as he continued packing up his clothes. Sasuke had, surprisingly, agreed with Naruto and in his own, concise way, protested Iruka's moving back to his own apartment.

"It has been over a week since the baby was born, Naruto. Tsunade said I'm perfectly capable of going home now," Iruka pointed out with a sigh, making the mistake to look up from his packing. Seeing his brother's watery eyes, Iruka felt a pang of remorse.

"Did we do something wrong?" Naruto asked quietly, unknowingly driving the self-hating wedge even deeper into his brother's heart. "I know it was stupid yesterday, but I thought babies could drink ramen broth…"

At those words, Iruka felt a small smile tug at his lips. Wordlessly, he turned and pulled his brother into his arms for a tight embrace. "I'm not mad about that, baka. But just as a warning, if you try getting Saki addicted to ramen before his first birthday, I'll kill you," he said softly into his brother's muscular chest. "You two didn't do anything – I just can't depend on you and Sasuke forever. If I have any problems taking care of Saki on my own, I promise I'll force you two to help me, okay?"

"You promise?" Naruto asked dubiously, eyeing Iruka. He knew better than anyone else that his brother had a prideful streak even worse than Sasuke, Kakashi, and Neji combined. And considering those three prima donnas valued their pride more than anything else, it was possible that Iruka might never ask them for help, no matter how desperately he needed it.

"I'm positive we will do fine. After all, I am considered one of the best academy teachers to exist. I can take care of an entire room of hyper, armed pre-genins. One newborn will be easy in comparison," Iruka pointed out, taking a step back so he could look up into his sibling's face. Some of that disbelief was washed off of Naruto's face at that reminder, but Iruka could still see the shadow of doubt lingering there. He couldn't fault Naruto, however – he could admit he had quite a problem when it came to asking for help. "I won't let my pride get in the way – Saki's wellbeing comes first. If I need help, you will be the first to know. I promise."

Satisfied with those words, Naruto nodded his head. In the past week and a half, that beautiful little baby had become Iruka's entire world. There was no way he would chance Saki's health because of his personality. Taking a deep breath, the blonde jounin reluctantly started to help his brother fold clothes, but he could not shake the feeling that Saki was going to be a handful. Already, the baby was showing genius tendencies – he was so attentive to everything, he grabbed for anything that came near him, and was in general far more advanced than a baby his age should be.

Whoever Saki's other father was, Naruto had the feeling that that man was insanely intelligent. Shaking his head, the blonde knew that there were few people he knew in that IQ range: Sasuke, Neji, Shikamaru, Kakashi, and a few others. All of those were ridiculous, however. Iruka would have never slept with an old student (and obviously Sasuke was out of the running for fatherhood for numerous reasons, including that one). There was only one left on Naruto's list after knocking off the obvious impossibilities for moral and ethical reasons – and those who just made Naruto shiver at the very thought. Kakashi. It could not be his old teacher, however. Not only was the Copy Cat Ninja getting dangerously close to the category of "heebie-jeebies" – those who, in order to protect his own sanity, he could never imagine his brother sleeping with – but Sakumo did not resemble the perverted man in any way. No unruly silver hair, no dark, almost black eyes, no albino skin – no, the father couldn't possibly be Kakashi.

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From years of reconnaissance, Kakashi knew exactly how to move to make no sound, to give no one, not even another shinobi, any indication he was there. It was helpful not only professionally, but also for his rare stints in stalking. Stalking – there was no other word for what he had been doing when he watched Keiko all those months, falling more and more in love with her every single day. Watching her play with children, teaching them with a patience and compassion that was rare in shinobi, he had begun feeling something for her, but Kakashi had had enough time now to pinpoint the exact moment he had lost his heart to her. It was the first time he had seen her expression fill with wonder and awe as she held her hands to her belly. Having felt her baby kick his hand, Kakashi could understand that expression and the humbling experience it was to feel life inside her.

Having already gone to go visit the memorial, to tell Obito that he had fallen in love only to lose her, and then made the painful trek to where Keiko had been buried, Kakashi knew there was no way he could put off this particular visit any longer.

Kakashi pressed his back against the wall he was effortlessly holding onto with his chakra. On the other side of the wall, he could hear a somewhat familiar voice. He could clearly picture the brunet that it belonged to, and the eerily similar features to his beloved did not help Kakashi's already dark mood.

The next sound that came through the walls shot a sharp stab of emotion through the jounin's chest. A baby's cry – it was higher-pitched than he would have expected and far louder. The emotion he felt was not annoyance or anything Kakashi would have expected considering his dislike of crazed, hormonal teenagers. No, that cry made a wave of protectiveness wash over him. He wanted to go comfort that little baby, though he admitted he knew nothing about infants, much less about how to take care of one.

A new sound reached Kakashi's ears and the jounin found himself smiling. The soft, melodic humming was calming, quickly quieting the baby's cries. Within moments, there was no sound coming from the baby other than soft pants of air. Closing his eyes as he rested his head against the side of the building, Kakashi took a sharp breath. Maybe he was right to stay away from Keiko – he knew nothing about raising a child. At least now that baby had someone who was obviously good with children.

"Goodnight, Saki."

Kakashi felt his eyebrows furrowing, wondering what kind of name 'Saki' was. Was it someone from her family that she named the baby after or was it something she had just liked the sound of? Had she even lived long enough to name her child? To hold him or her? Kakashi occupied himself with those questions until he sensed the brunet had left the room. Focusing on the younger man's energy, he waited until it took on the obvious signs of sleep before slipping into the room. Though the window was closed and locked, it was child's play to any shinobi to get into the apartment. Of course, that was true with any shinobi's home since most people were not stupid or suicidal enough to even want to trespass. In anyone else's apartment, Kakashi knew he would have been discovered in a matter of minutes, but the energy source in the next room did not flicker. No, the teacher was apparently a heavy sleeper.

Sure that he wouldn't have to dodge well-aimed kunai in the next few minutes, Kakashi turned towards the small crib that he had put together with his own two hands and more than enough curses to last a lifetime. Genius or not, those assembly directions were impossible to understand.

Momentarily smiling at the memory of renovating the entire room into a nursery, Kakashi took the final few steps towards the crib. To anyone else, his secretive visit would have seemed strange – frightening and perverse, even – but had they known how he had loved this child's mother, perhaps they would understand why he was hesitant to look into the crib. He was not afraid of a baby, but was terrified that the little being would have a shock of unmanageable silver hair, pale skin, and almost black eyes. It would break him to see that the impossible had happened and that, because of his inability to open up to people and trust them, he had lost his chance at a family.

Finally swallowing that nightmarish fear, Kakashi looked down into the crib and was met with a sight far worse than anything he had been expecting. The baby that laid sprawled out in the crib looked nothing like him – and Kakashi let out a breath of thanks for that saving grace – but at the same time, the little creature looked like a miniature of its mother. One tiny hand was wound into dark brown hair and the other lay at the baby's side. Though its eyes were closed, Kakashi had the feeling that, when open, those long, dark eyelashes would frame a pair of hazel eyes that matched his or her mother's.

Unable to help himself, Kakashi found one of his hands moving to touch that fragile crown of dark hair, then to the impossibly tiny hand that was holding onto a few strands. Almost immediately, those digits gripped the tip of Kakashi's index finger with surprising strength. It was in that moment, as a pair of sleepy eyes opened and eyed him curiously, that Kakashi found himself completely lost.

This was far worse than the minute possibility of discovering Keiko's child resembled him; before the sleepy infant had a chance to even blink, Kakashi was wound around the little baby's finger. As much as he loved her, Keiko's child had captured his heart in a way the jounin never imagined was possible. He would do anything for that little baby without a second thought.

It was not until the baby's surprisingly blue eyes fluttered closed that Kakashi dared to breathe again without fear of fully waking the newborn up. Reluctantly pulling his finger out of the baby's grip, Kakashi found himself looking up at a cute plaque he had not put in the room. The large, pastel block letters were easy enough to read, but the jounin found himself shaking his head in confusion.

Sakumo.

It was a common enough name, but the coincidence that the baby Keiko had sworn was his had been given the same name as his father – the possibility that the brunette was right blindsided Kakashi as he found himself sitting down in the rocking chair next to the crib. He did not make a sound other than his sharp gasps for air as he buried his head into his hands, propping his elbows up on his knees as he tried to figure out if there was any chance that he had been wrong.

Kakashi did not have to look at the beautiful, perfect baby in the crib to know that he had miscalculated somewhere. His chances of biologically being the baby's father were astronomical, but Keiko had wanted him to be the infant's father at very least in name – why else name the child after his own father? And, had he looked beyond his own painful past, he would not have lost his chance to be what Keiko had wanted him to be. If it was her in the next room over, he would go on hand and knee and ask for her to forgive him, to let him adopt that beautiful child as his own, to raise little Sakumo with all the love he immediately had for that baby.

But Keiko was not sleeping in the next room.

Her cousin was in her place – obviously exhausted and busy, but still putting his entire life on hold to raise her baby. It was the talk of the village that Umino Iruka had taken off work, something the brunet had never done before unless there was a mission involved. Even more surprising to the gossip vine was that he had already signed all the paperwork to legally adopt Keiko's child as his own. Most people could not imagine Iruka as a father – oh, he would be the perfect parent if his track record at the academy was any indication, but he did not have romantic feelings towards anyone. He was a friend to everyone, but nothing more. It was one of the biggest wastes according to the gossip whores – Iruka would make someone a wonderful partner and any child would be lucky to have him as a father, but the teacher did not seem capable of passionate love.

Iruka had given up everything for this baby – Kakashi could not possibly just walk in and tell him that Keiko thought of him as Sakumo's father. He could not take the baby away from Iruka, not when he had heard Iruka before. The gentleness in his voice, the love in his words – Kakashi may be ruthless, calculating, and otherwise the perfect shinobi, but he would not break that man's heart by taking away his beloved child. Now having his own heart ripped out, he could never do the same to another person.

Slowly standing up, finally trusting his legs with his weight, the jounin moved to the side of the crib and, leaning over, brushed masked lips against the sleeping baby's forehead. He may not be able to bring himself to take Iruka's only chance at fatherhood away, but he refused to completely ignore Keiko's insisting that Sakumo was his.

Content to just lean against the edge of the crib, Kakashi studied the sleeping baby. He knew nothing about children, but he could handle watching the slumbering newborn, memorizing every minute twitch of the baby's tiny nose, every soft breath of air, and everything else about him. So long as Sakumo was asleep and Iruka had no idea what he was doing, Kakashi could watch over the baby with a father's pride and love.

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Iruka stretched his arms above his head as he slowly woke up. Knowing he did not have to wake up and go teach hyper children today was the most wonderful thought imaginable as he lounged across his mattress. Almost as soon as the recollection that he had taken off work crossed his mind, the brunet was flying out of his bed and scrambling through the doorway to the nursery.

Saki!

He had passed out last night – moving back into his apartment had drained him more than he thought possible. Not to mention that Saki had not fallen asleep until after midnight, an hour that was far past Iruka's usual bedtime.

Trying to recall if he had been woken up during the night, Iruka tiptoed to the side of the crib. He was instantly rewarded with the cutest image imaginable. Saki was sleeping, with one of his miniature hands curled up by his head and the other one strewn across his middle. Unable to stop himself from the immediate urge, Iruka picked the still slumbering infant up and immediately, the baby's eyes opened. Saki gave him a look that – on anyone older – would have been a glower, but it was just adorableness on the baby's part. The newborn let out a little whimpering mewl that told Iruka he did not appreciate being woken up.

All Iruka knew at that moment was that Saki was fine. The little baby did not seem worse for wear considering his father could not recall waking up every few hours to feed him. Slowly, Iruka's still sleep-fogged mind began to recall little snippets. Cursing to himself when Saki woke up every hour, screeching far louder than a newborn should be able to. He remembered feeding him a little, and then stumbling back to his own bed. And repeat over and over. Iruka hadn't even gotten the chance to sleep – he just barely closed his eyes before Saki was up again, crying for a bottle or a diaper or, in some cases, just to cry.

Holding the tiny baby in his arms, Iruka could not feel any negative emotion towards his son. How could he? Saki was so little and so needy – it was part of being a newborn. Iruka just wished he had realized just how many times Naruto and Sasuke woke up before him to take care of the baby.

The two poor men must be exhausted. Considering Iruka had only one sleepless night, he had no idea how the two jounin had done it for the past week and a half. Just one night and Iruka was ready to beg his brothers to take him back in.

That thought – that desperate need for help – made Iruka's spine stiffen. He refused to be dependent on others, especially when Naruto and Sasuke had already done so much for him. No, no matter how little sleep he got, he knew he could handle it.

He had gone without sleep before. He had raised Naruto after all. But he did not have a newborn blonde to take care of. Naruto had been a toddler, already sleeping through the night with ease, unless he had a bad dream. Glancing down at Saki as he gently rocked his arms, Iruka knew that he could find a way to make this work without relying on his family and friends. He would take any kind of punishment for the little baby who had already been lulled back to sleep. After all, what was a little loss of sleep when he had everything he could possibly want in his arms?

Well, almost everything.
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