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December	By : kokkeichan Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: December
Author: Cheza-chan
Rating: R
Summary: Fired from his job, his world freezing around him, Umino Iruka must try and cope with the fact that he no longer has anything else left. Hatake Kakashi, owner of an animal clinic, proves that there are things worth living for.
Pairing: GenIru (ended), OroIru (non-con), KakaIru, SasuNaru, ShikaKiba, GaaSaku
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto--sadly. I'm just using the characters to express my mounting love for the show.
Chapter One - Another Shark in a Suit
The car door slammed shut behind the excited child and he bounced around until he was in the middle of the seat. His father got in as his mother turned to tell the boy to keep still. "Iruka," she chided in a soft voice.
He grinned cheekily at her and folded his hands between his legs.
The car soon backed out of the driveway and the family began their Christmas journey.
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"Daddy!" Iruka screamed, reaching forward. "Mommy!"
The metal buckled then snapped, cracking under the pressure of the semi the smashed into them. The child was thrown to the floor as the vehicle was hurtled into the guardrail, thousands of horrifying sounds reverberating in his ears. His parents' voices were not part of those sounds.
Metal scraped against metal as the car was pushed along until it finally hit a pole, the truck's air brakes squealing still. Deep brown eyes flew wide and a scream was torn from Iruka's lips as the twisted metal from the uprooted backseat tore into his back.
Darkness quickly overtook him.
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Iruka opened his eyes slowly. He no longer woke up screaming or in a cold sweat whenever the nightmare of his accident came back to haunt him. He raised a hand to his nose, tracing the scar that ran across its bridge.
The terrifying accident that took the lives of his parents--they say it was a miracle such a young boy had survived--happened the first week of December; they were going to spend the entire month traveling and have Christmas somewhere north in a cozy cabin. The family didn't even fully make it out of the city.
Iruka tossed back the covers, sliding his legs over the side of the bed so his bare feet touched the cool floor, and stood to make his way into the kitchen. Passing the answering machine on the table at the door, he pressed the PLAY button.
"Iruka," Genma's recorded voice spoke. "I was just calling to see how you were holding up. Me? I'm--"
"Message deleted," the automated female voice stated.
'The time when I needed you was now.' Iruka continued on toward the kitchen where he would make a cup of coffee, dapple in some vodka, and remain awake until it was time to leave for the office.
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The young man passed by the extravagantly large aquarium that had been set up in the lobby, paying no mind to the visitors that foolishly admired the tropical fish; he had better things to do. One of them didn't include the brief meeting he would be having with the owner of the law firm: Orochimaru.
Iruka shifted his gaze as a particular brunette stepped out of the elevator he was about to enter. Mitarashi Anko. She scowled at him and he smirked. Several bites had been taken out of her ever since his and Genma's arrival--she had been Orochimaru's favorite. The elevator doors slid shut on Iruka's smug look as he fixed his tie.
A few moments later, the smug look was gone, as was the tie--it had been tied around the young man's wrists.
"Iruka," the pale man chuckled in a serpentine-like voice. He circled the lawyer perched on the edge of the desk, golden eyes showing nothing but cruel intentions. "Do you miss your teacher?"
"No," was the automatic response.
"When he was here�" Orochimaru grasped the younger man's jaw roughly. "You almost smiled."
Iruka glared defiantly. "Take what you want," he hissed. "I have a job to get back to."
Orochimaru's mildly wide eyes slid shut as he laughed softly. "All in due time," he chuckled, sliding his hand down the front of Iruka's body so it came to rest on the young man's crotch. "All in due time. Right now, I have a case for you to look at." Orochimaru freed Iruka's wrists with one hand while reaching around him to get the folder. He leaned back with a smirk and handed it over.
Iruka took the manila object and tried to stand. Orochimaru's knee slid between his legs, easing him back onto the desk. "Look it over," the golden-eyed man said, his voice now deadpan and serious. He pressed hard and Iruka found himself sitting on the desk.
Iruka flipped open the folder quickly, skimming through the sheets. His eyes narrowed. "What are you asking me to do? It's obvious this was self-defense."
"Genma said the same thing." His hands began trembling slightly and he raised his head. "Then he refused the case."
"I'll see what I can do," Iruka said softly after clearing his throat.
"Don't see," Orochimaru hissed. "Do it."
The door opened and light poured into the dimly lit room. The silver-haired young man casting a shadow along the carpeted floor stood in the open doorway with the light's reflection on his glasses hiding his eyes. "Orochimaru, sir. Don't forget you have a 3 o'clock meeting today."
"Thank you, Kabuto," Orochimaru growled. The boy's intrusion had allowed his prey to slip free.
Iruka slung his tie around his neck, running a hand through his loosed hair also, and passed by Yakuushi Kabuto and into the hall. He felt a strange and strong urge to throw up. Hurrying down the hall, he made it to the elevator and passed Anko once more as she exited. This time, she was smirking. Apparently, news in the firm flowed quicker than water.
Iruka got into the elevator, looking away as she gave him a sickeningly sweet smile and wave, glad that the doors slid close. He rode it a floor down and got off. His office was almost at the end of the hall and the young man turned left after getting off the elevator to reach it. As was everyone in the building, the halls were also devoid of feelings; carpets and beige walls matched.
Iruka pushed open the door to his office and closed it behind him. This case was making absolutely no sense. More of his vodka-dappled coffee seemed good right about now. He dropped into his soft swivel chair and turned so he was facing the window. He had an entire three days before the trial; his self-training on how to be corrupt was now beginning.
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