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A new beginning	By : assassi Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1128 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2 – The fire
Izumo POV
I looked up the stairs, stifling a pitiful whine. 145 stairs. Damn. I wanted to cry.
I was just… so tired.
Training days. I hope whoever invented them burns in hell! Two weeks, every single year, devoted to intensive training, fulfilling norms as if we were back in the Academy, in order to "keep the policemen of Konoha fit and capable of protecting the citizens." What a load of bullshit! ANBUs don't do that.
As a matter of fact I knew a certain ANBU who probably rested in the couch up there and waited for me to come back. I sighed. If he asked, again, for us to have sex… I mean, come ooon! Can't he see the condition I am in?! I can barely walk, all but crawl up these stairs and the man demands sex! HOW?!
I unlocked the door, crept in… Jash almost pushed me to the floor as he came to me, waving his tail happily.
"Hey, buddy… Can't play now… Go to Kotetsu. Is he home? Hm? Let's check…"
It was quiet. He was nowhere in sight.
"Kotetsu?", I called just in case.
No response. Jash's bows for water and food were full – so, he'd come home at some point, not long ago. That's when I saw the note on the table.
"Gone to train. Won't come home tonight. Ravioli – in the oven."
It wasn't signed. No "Love, K.", no anything. I frowned. What, he was mad at me now?!
Fuck it.
I pulled out the ravioli from the oven and my heart did a funny little twist. It was one of my favorite dishes from the ones he made – he added just the right amount of tomato sauce and spices, just the way I liked it. Still feeling that strange heart-twist, I sat at the table and began eating in silence.

"Come on, pussies, faster! What's that, Suzuki?!Can't run any faster?!"
"I… trauma…", Reiji panted.
"Well then quit your job and find something else! Being a cop ain't a job for cripples!"
Examiner Sato. Kami, I wanted to wring his neck! Comes here once a year, an ex ANBU, so old he could be our grandpa, and treats us like a commander, some damned general of his own army or a sensei from the Police Academy! Hell, my sensei-s there weren't half that bad! Hello?! You are RETIRED, you son of a bitch! No longer ANBU! Fucking loser…
"Umino! You have a stick up your ass or what?! Had a rough night with ya'r man?! Get up! UP!"
Iruka, always-nice-to-everyone Iruka, blushed heavily, humiliated, looking down. All of us glared poisonously at Sato.
"Kamizuki!"
Don't start with me, old man…!
The doors burst open; cap. Namiashi took one look at us and frowned.
"What the hell…", he grumbled. He shot a glare at Sato as well, then turned back to us and yelled, "Those, who can stand on their feet – there's a fire at the orphanage. Go help the colleagues from the Fire brigade!"
All of us walked towards the door; Namiashi stopped those who were half-collapsed. In the end only me, Shikaku (he was a tough one, lazy as he seemed), Kisame, Itachi and the new guy, Hayate, passed his inspection. Hayate, huh? I secretly rose an eyebrow. Kid looked always sick. But he was a fighter, I'd learned.
We jumped in the cars and drove off at full speed.
By the time when we arrived… it wasn't a fire. It was an inferno. A small hell.
There were children on the street, their faces and clothes covered in soot; most of them were crying. The staff of the orphanage was trying to calm them down, while panicky counting the kids. The director, a middle aged woman, was trying to break free from a fireman's grip and go back inside the burning building.
"Please, there should be ten more kids…!", she was crying.
"Madam, some of our men are still inside, they are already giving their all to help the kids!"
More firemen exited the building; only three were carrying children. They put them down and removed their masks.
"We ran out of oxygen", one of them panted, removing the heavy equipment. "Inoue is still inside…"
"They said they'd bring more oxygen in a few minutes", another man said.
Minutes… it was a matter of seconds for these seven remaining kids!
"I'm going in", I said.
"Coming", Kisame nodded, followed by Itachi and the others.
"Are you crazy!? Drop the hero act and stay here!", one of the firemen barked.
We didn't even hear him out, running into the flames.
Once inside, we split. I took the half-collapsed staircase, aware that I might not find it on my way out. The second floor was even worse than the first. There was not a single area that wasn't covered in flames. It was like the fire had a mind and soul of its own and was raging, hungrily consuming the building.
I'd only made a few steps when I found out why that Inoue guy was taking that long – the fireman was trapped under a fallen beam. I quickly took of my jacket, wrapping it around the not burning, but highly heated beam, trying to remove it. It took some time, growling, cursing, me pulling and him pushing, but we finally moved the heavy thing away. I held out a hand.
"Come on! Can you stand?"
He could and did. He nodded his thanks and we proceeded ahead. He saw the first kid just a few steps down the hall – a small boy, barely around four, crying in the corner or a burning room. Inoue stepped through the flames in his fireproof clothes and took the little guy in his arms. I was just thinking of taking a last quick look around when a small hand grabbed my sleeve. I turned around only to see two huge brown eyes, crying, staring at me above Inoue's shoulder.
"Hajime", the boy sobbed. "Please… Hajime…"
His chubby hand lifted again and a finger pointed at the direction "Hajime" was supposed to be. Inoue and I exchanged a look.
"I got it", I said firmly, wishing he'd just get out with this little fellow.
He hesitated for a second, but then just nodded and took off.
I ran down the hall, yelling the name I'd been given… all the time trying to suppress the small voice in my head telling me that even if Hajime'd been alive till now, he'd certainly have choked with the smoke. Hell, I was coughing like mad, my eyes had tears in them… but I kept running, yelling his name, almost choking, but every time just telling myself "just a few more seconds… just once more…"
"Hajime!"
"…Here!"
I turned around. He was in the corner or a burnt down room, trapped by fallen burning beams. Tears ran down his face, but he wasn't sobbing. He wasn't panicked, like a boy his age – around five, should be. He just stood there, ready to face his destiny. When he saw me, his face brightened a bit, but then he looked at the burning beams, as if silently saying, "It's all the same; I couldn't jump over them, how would you?"
Well, kid, my legs are longer than yours. I took of my jumper and threw it over the beams, then quickly jumped over, grabbed him and ran just in time before some more beams fell down right where we'd stood. I held him tighter and ran down the hall.
Of course, the staircase was gone.
"Fuck!"
He gasped quietly and I'd have slapped myself for cursing in front of a child if it wasn't for the inferno all around us. I'd apologize later, now let's just save him first.
I ran to the first window I saw and glanced down. They were all there, policemen, firemen and staff and kids and Kurenai (Kurenai?), but they were looking in the wrong direction.
"Hey!", I yelled, choking a bit. "HEY!"
Kisame, all covered in soot like rest of them, looked up.
"There!". He yelled as they all moved under our window.
"Some help please?!", I yelled back, exasperated.
They finally got it and spread out one of those firemen's trampolines under us. Hajime whimpered.
"It's okay, buddy, I've got you. I won't let go of you, Hajime, I promise; but we gotta jump, okay? There's just no other way out."
He just nodded, hid his face in my neck and held on tighter; he was trembling, but he braced himself.
I took a deep breath a jumped.
We bounced a little, which was awkward since I still held him, like I'd promised to. I heard him half-sighing, half-sobbing; for a second there he just snuggled closer to me.
Snuggled.
Oh.
"Hajime!"
The director of the orphanage grabbed him and hugged him, relieved tears running down her face.
"Keita?", he asked quietly, hopefully. The boy with the huge brown eyes Inoue had saved suddenly launched in Hajime's arms, crying. The director smiled through her tears.
"He told us everything, Hajime; how you pushed him away just before the roof collapsed. You saved his life…"
That's why he was trapped…
Strong arms grabbed me, turned me around and Kotetsu's wild eyes stared at mine.
"WHAT WERE YOU DOING!? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?! FUCKING… GOING ALL HERO… YOU STUPID BASTARD!.!.!", he barely choked before crushing me into his hard body, a painful hug, revealing just how worried-outta-his-mind he'd been for me. Again. A twinge of guilt, and something more I couldn't quite name made my heart skip a few beats as I returned the painful hug.
Over his shoulder I could see Hajime being embraced by all the kids and the staff as well. But he was looking right back at me.
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