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Sins of the Family	By : RyalsShoal Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 2042 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER 3: Exiled

Iruka woke very slowly. The first things that he noticed were that the lights above were too bright and his head hurt. With a groan Iruka squeezed his eyes shut and tried to turn away from the hurtful glare.

“Genma, please tell the Godaime that he is awake.”

That was Hatake Kakashi's voice. The Chuunin opened his eyes into a squint to see Kakashi sitting calmly at his bedside, the familiar orange book in hand. “Back from the dead, I see.” The Jounin mused calmly as he tucked the novel back into his vest.

“What happened?” Iruka’s voice was barely above a whisper, but sounded too loud in his own ears.

“You were stabbed by the assassin who used one of your students as his weapon, she had a knife that was poisoned with an anticoagulant masked with her chakra. If she had been able to stab you twice, then even the Hokage wouldn’t have been able to stop the bleeding.”

“Shizu!” Iruka’s eyes snapped open and he jerked himself upright--which was a big mistake. He gasped out loud as an intense stabbing pain shot through his left side. The white washed walls of the small room swirled crazily before his eyes and acidic bile rose in the back of his throat.

“Careful.” Kakashi warned and gently, but firmly pushed him back down on the bed. “The wound is closed but the poison has only just left your system, and you have lost a lot of blood in the last two days.”

“Two days?!” Iruka closed his eyes and forced himself to remain calm. “What about my student, Toriyama Shizu? Is she alright?”

“She’s fine, aside from having quite a fright and a few bruises from Uuhei-kun crashing into her. I couldn’t get to you in time so I sent my fastest sprinting nin-dog to stop her. She does not remember attacking you.”

Iruka became aware of a sharp pain on his right hand. In a glance he saw an I.V. line taped on the surface of his hand with red tubes gently pushing blood into a vein. His mind reeled at the sudden enormity of his close brush with death.

“You’re almost done with the last one.” Kakashi gently tapped the half empty blood packet hanging on the pole. “It’s a good thing that ‘O’ blood type is so common, I’ve lost count on how much blood Tsunade had to give you.”

“Did you find hi—the assassin?“ The Chuunin asked, almost dreading the answer.

“No.” Kakashi regarded the injured man as he visibly sagged at the answer. Iruka looked far younger with his hair down, though Kakashi sometimes forgot that the Chuunin-Sensei was only a year younger than himself.

Iruka’s shoulders suddenly stiffened at a new thought. “Wait, you were following me?”

“Hmm, not exactly. I sent a nin-dog to sniff for trouble around you as soon as I was able to leave the old lady’s office.” Kakashi shrugged one shoulder. “I had a suspicion that the enemy may have been after you, but only the First knows the reason why. There have been no other incidents or assassination attempts in the village, so we must assume that you alone are the primary target.”

“It’s my fault that it got this bad.” Iruka sat up more slowly, taking care not to pull on the I.V. line attached to his hand. He grimaced as the wound in his side protested at the movement. “Before I got to school, a butcher’s knife nearly impaled my head. I thought that it was just an accident.”

“Is that so?” Kakashi’s one eye narrowed ever so slightly with disdain. “And then you were careless enough to go to the Academy and get your students involved.”

Iruka was too miserable to care that Kakashi agreed with him so callously, though a small part of him in the back of his mind seethed at the Jounin’s sharp words, even if they were deserved. “I had no reason to think that anyone would want me dead! Hell, I have barely left the village in the last two years. I don’t know anyone that would go through these lengths to kill me.”

Kakashi sat back in his chair, his arms casually folded across his chest. “Did anything strange happen with Shizu before or after she attacked? Did she do or say anything out of the ordinary that might show she was being controlled?”

The Chuunin was about to shake his head, then paused. “My grandparents.”

“Hm?”

“Shizu asked me about my grandparents right before I released class. Whoever it was that was speaking through her, they practically demanded to know if my mother’s parents had any other decedents.” He shook his head ruefully. “It had struck me as such an odd question to suddenly come from a child.”

“Your grandparents.” Kakashi seemed intrigued. “Did she say anything else?”

Iruka thought back hard on the event, it was almost just a confused blur of pain and Shizu’s remorseless eyes. “Yes. After I was stabbed she said something about me being the last of the 'Hashibara' clan.” His brown eyes widened with realization. “Could she have meant my grandfather Torichi? His family name was Hashi, but as far as I know he was not related to anyone with Hashibara as a family name.”

“How much do you know about your grandfather?”

“He died when I was very young, as did all of my grandparents. They were all killed during the Third Shinobi World War or while on missions.” Iruka shrugged. “My mother told me that he traveled to live in Konoha when he was a boy, and that he arrived penniless and alone. He never talked about his past, but he lived his entire life as a Chuunin loyal to the Fire Country. My mother suspected that he may have originally been from the westernmost part of the River Country, by his slight accent.”

Kakashi made a small noise of satisfaction. “That sounds like our lead, if nothing else.”

Iruka glanced at the door at the sound of a quiet tap. Kakashi quickly rose from his seat to open a small sliding window set in the door, and quietly talked with the person on the other side. It was then that Iruka noticed that the room they were in was actually an interrogation chamber converted into a temporary hospital room. There were no windows, and the only door had locks set from the inside the room, which were currently bolted to prevent entry from the outside hallway. He was not at the hospital, but at the Konoha Administration Building. Iruka gripped the bed sheets tightly in his fists. What exactly was going on?

The sliding window snapped shut and Kakashi turned to face Iruka, a small black bag in hand. “I have just spoken with Tsunade, it appears that we are to leave tonight.”

“What? What do you mean leave?” Iruka was incredulous at the statement.

“You are a danger to yourself and to others,” Kakashi gestured one hand across the sparse room. “Present company excluded, of course. Since you have been here the assassin has tried to possess three other people, including the Hokage herself while she was treating you. And this is despite the wards Tsunade had placed around this room. The enemy has also made two attempts to possess me while I’ve been guarding you, though both times I was able to repel and pinpoint his general location whenever he did so. He has not made any more tries to control me after realizing that.”

The Chuunin could only stare in disbelief. “He’s made that many attempts? Why go through all this trouble—I mean, why not just possess me and force my hand to kill myself? This doesn’t make any sense!”

“No, it does not make any sense.” Kakashi agreed and tossed the black bag onto the bed. “Here, take two of the pills in the bag. They will give you the strength you need to run with me from here.”

“Run where?” Iruka looked glumly at the bag in his lap.

“To the River Country, if what your mother assumed about your grandfather Hashi is correct.” Kakashi leaned his tall frame against the door. “Whoever it is that is after your life must have a blood feud of a sort against your family. Your grandfather may have sought asylum in Konoha as a boy for that very reason, and it would have been logical for him to not want to divulge anything from his past that may lead his enemies here.”

Iruka closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. It was too much, everything in his world had been normal and routine a few days ago, and now everything had been turned upside down. Opening his eyes, he frowned at the bag of drugs and gave Kakashi a hard look. “You’re going with me?”

The Copy-nin nodded wearily. “By orders of the Godaime, I am to act as your bodyguard and infiltrator during the duration of these assassination attempts. It seems that only I can refute the genjutsu possession technique, and anyone else would just be a potential tool for the enemy.” Kakashi hardly looked pleased at the assignment, and Iruka couldn’t really blame him. ‘So I will get a babysitter after all.’’

“Before we go,” Iruka gave the Jounin a level look. “I would like to speak with Shizu. I need to explain to her that my injury was not her fault.”

“That’s not going to happen.” Kakashi shook his head. “She has already been used as the enemy’s pawn, and he could easily do so again. Another possession could result in her injury.”

The Chuunin’s jaw was set stubbornly, and his dark eyes hardened. “You are a very good shinobi, Kakashi. And I am a good teacher. I understand children, and I guarantee that Shizu needs to see me for reassurance. If what you have told me is true she stabbed me without any knowledge of doing so and is scared and ashamed of herself, and maybe even frightened that she would attack someone that she loves. If I don’t see her before I leave, the consequences to her psyche could be permanent.”

“Yes, but—“

“It is my job to train and teach the next generation of shinobi in Konoha!” Iruka snapped, a trace of vehemence in his otherwise even voice. Kakashi would have taken a step backwards in surprise if he was not already leaning against the door. “The consequences could be dire if left alone. Would you really want to serve with a kunoichi who might not have full confidence in herself?” Iruka sighed in exasperation and ran a hand through his loose hair, his muscles slackening in defeat. “Please, let me do my job. This may be the last time for me, and I would be at greater ease knowing that I tried my best.”

Kakashi couldn’t think of anything to say against Iruka’s words. He shrugged his shoulders. “Fine, I’ll see what I can do. But you won’t have long and I will have to be present.”

Iruka’s mouth quirked into a parody of a half smile. “Thanks.”

‘This is going to be one long mission if he’s this prone to hissy fits.’ Kakashi thought with resignation as he turned to knock on the window panel to signal the guards.

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Hatake Kakashi was officially impressed...but only a little.

Iruka had only five minutes to talk to the young Academy student, but it had seemed that it was all the time the Chuunin-Sensei needed to reassure Shizu that she was not at fault for the attack, and that her Sensei really was alright and getting better. He had even turned the visit into a mini-lecture of sorts, explaining how the complex genjutsu might have worked to control her mind and body.

Kakashi himself wouldn’t have felt comfortable being so direct and frank with such a young child, his past experiences in doing so were always awkward and seemed to make the situation worse. He was far better at dealing with Genin youths around his former teams’ age, at least then they were old enough for him not to be too worried on making his students suddenly burst into tears at his natural bluntness.

The Copy-nin shook his head in bemusement. Iruka even had enough gall to give his student a homework assignment based on the incident, and reminded her to be good to her new teacher until he came back. The Jounin was surprised how the young girl had arrived grim and fidgety, then left with a smile and a bounce to her step as she left the room to rejoin her mother.

The Chuunin sighed and leaned back into his pillow when the door closed behind Shizu. “Children need to have a sense of normalcy when something like this happens” he explained to Kakashi. “She wouldn’t have accepted an explanation from anyone else until she was reassured that I was not seriously injured.”

“Hn.” Kakashi replied, not really wanting to show the small bit of admiration he felt. Instead he turned to collect a small bundle of clothing by the door. “It is nearly time to leave. I will help you get dressed if you need it.”

“No, I think I will be fine.” Iruka popped a few blood-red energy pills into his mouth and made a face as he swallowed them dry. “What exactly is the plan?” he asked as he accepted the standard Konoha shinobi uniform.

“The Godaime has organized a mass diversion.” Kakashi pulled out his Icha Icha book as he waited for Iruka to dress. “Several elite Jounin will be using the illusionary technique to assume our appearances, and they will be leaving in pairs all at once in different directions. Hopefully the enemy will be distracted enough that we can slip through his range and make our escape.”

“That doesn’t sound like a very good plan.” Iruka winced as he pulled the I.V. needle from his hand, a few drops of blood spilled on his white hospital gown.

“It is the best plan due to the circumstances” Kakashi idly replied as he flipped to his bookmarked page. “This way, the people that are targeted for possession are capable shinobi able to defend themselves and possibly locate the assassin, and are not children or citizens.”

“Oh.” Iruka did not mean for his statement to have sounded so ungrateful. “It’s just that, I don’t want anyone else to get hurt or killed at my expense.”

“You should know that Konoha shinobi take care of their own.” Kakashi’s face was invisible behind the orange book. “Especially for a beloved Sensei such as yourself, many of those who volunteered for this mission are current and former parents of your students.”

Iruka ducked his head as he pulled on a black shirt. Even if the Jounin’s face was hidden, he did not want to show the conflicting emotions that he knew were plain on his face. He had no idea that any of the parents—even some whom he might have had argued with in the past, would be willing to risk their well being for a mere Chuunin ranked Academy teacher.

It was a humbling revelation.

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Kakashi unlocked the door and popped his head into the hallway. “We are ready.”

Tsunade nodded at the Copy-nin and faced two dozen shinobi waiting expectantly in the wide corridor. “Transform!” She commanded. All at once the high ranking shinobi transformed into six different Iruka’s and Kakashi’s. The original Kakashi nodded his head in approval as the disguised shinobi filed past, he had made sure that the Iruka-copies had the slight limp in their gait that the real Iruka possessed due to his injury. He retreated back into the room to make his last preparations.

Tsunade walked up to an Iruka copy and glowered at him. “Spit that out Genma. Iruka does not chew on a senbon.”

The Iruka/Genma pulled a face and spat the stick out. Kakashi/Raido snickered at his partner.

“I sincerely hope that motherfuck tries to come after me.” Iruka/Anko said as she punched the palm of her hand with a fist, her eyes gleamed with a dangerous light that was rather unsettling on Iruka’s features.

"I agree, I can't wait to sink my teeth into that bastard!" Anko's partner Kakashi/Inuzuka Tsume flashed a wolfish smile under her cloth mask.

“Hey, remember to stay in character.” Kakashi/Asuma reminded as he ground his cigarette in a nearby planter. Iruka/Kuranai raised an eyebrow in disapproval at Asuma’s blatant cruelty to the plant, but nodded in agreement at his words.

“Feh, even if he were to come at you, he would just use that possession genjutsu on you.” Iruka/Nara Shikaku growled as he tugged at his hair. The veteran Shadow-nin obviously approved of Iruka’s hairstyle, which was very similar to his own familiar ponytail.

“I am rather curious to test my abilities against this foe.” Kakashi/Yamanaka Inoichi smiled grimly. “In a way I am eager to see whose possession technique will be more powerful.”

“Be careful of what you wish for.” Kakashi/Hyuuga Hiashi warned as he adjusted the Hitai-ate over his left eye, and disliking the blind spot it created.

“Yeah, this enemy might make you eat your own words.” Kakashi/Akamichi Chôza discreetly popped a potato chip under his cloth mask. “Even if the Yamanaka technique is similar, there’s no telling the consequences if your two genjutsus collide.”

“If trouble does happen...” Iruka/Shizune rested one hand on the kunai strapped to her thigh. The normally gentle kunoichi’s lips curled into a slight snarl. “I will welcome it!”

“COMRADES!" It was almost painful to see Iruka/Maito Gai spin around and flash a ‘Nice Guy’ pose in the Chuunin’s body. "Let us not forget that the fate of the GENTLE and ever so BRILLIANT and MAGNIFICENT beloved Sensei of our YOUTHFUL children rests in our most CAPABLE hands!” Iruka/Gai's oversized teeth sparkled prettily in the florescent lights. Kakashi/Hyuuga took a step back and paled a bit at his assigned partner.

“That is enough squirrel chatter from the lot of you!” Tsunade slammed her foot into the floor, the noise instantly silencing the gathered shinobi. “Now,” Tusnade casually stepped over the small crater in the tiled floor as she addressed the assembly. “You will only have three minutes to assume your positions and ready yourselves for flight. Remember to head north, south, and east only, and direct your routes into the surrounding forest away from civilians. I want Shikaku and Inoichi to guard the westernmost perimeters of Konoha as cover while Kakashi and Iruka slip through the forest.”

The Godaime pulled several small scrolls from her robe and handed one to each of the shinobi. “I need not remind any of you of the danger. If any of your partners get possessed use one of these scrolls to paralyze them, they will also act as a beacon for the ANBU warriors scattered throughout the forest to help track the whereabouts of the enemy, and whomever else that may be accompanying them. We cannot assume that the enemy is acting as a single unit!”

She spun on her heels to face the small army. “Good luck to all of you. Dismissed!”

At the command the twelve disguised Jounin scattered in four different directions before their leader could even blink. All that remained in the empty corridor was Tsunade standing alone, grim faced and robes fluttering from their swift flight.

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“Are you able to manage a transformation?” Kakashi asked Iruka as they entered the deserted corridor. Pakkun the little pug-nin trotted out behind the two shinobi.

“I think so.” Iruka wobbled a bit as he stepped into the hall. The energy pills he had taken made his muscles twitchy from unspent energy that was not his own, and added a floating surreal quality to his surroundings. He almost felt like he was moving far too slow and his mind was moving way too fast, but the pain in his left side was now only a faint irritating throb. “I feel funny.”

“Then you are definitely ready to go.” Kakashi checked a small stopwatch as they neared the end of the hallway towards a huge window. “We have to move fast, only two minutes are left before takeoff. Pakkun?”

The nin-dog jumped up onto the open window and cautiously sniffed the still night air. “All’s clear in the west. We will need to move south-west and circle around to remain downwind of our destination.”

“Agreed.” The Jounin turned towards the Chuunin, an eyebrow raised as Iruka continued to stand with a blank expression on his face.

“Oh, right.” Iruka made the proper hand signals and disappeared in a white cloud of smoke. In his place was a fierce masked ANBU warrior standing grimly to attention. The disguised Iruka lost a bit of his intimidating presence when he swayed slightly from the spent chakra.

“Good.” Kakashi transformed himself into his former ANBU uniform, but with his familiar white mane exchanged to a braided brunette. He had expected some complications from Iruka’s weakened state, and Kakashi doubted that the Chuunin could hold onto the transformation for more than fifteen minutes. ‘It should be enough time, if the distraction works.’ the Copy-nin thought as he hopped up onto the windowsill, Iruka did the same with minimal difficulty of keeping his balance.

The stopwatch ‘dinged’ softly in Kakashi’s vest. “Let’s go!”

Fourteen figures streaked at a blinding speed from the Administration Building. Almost immediately the attacks began. Iruka’s heart hammered wildly as the sounds of distant curses and even louder explosions reached his ears. He wanted with all his heart to turn around and face his enemy, and to aid the brave shinobi who were committed to fighting his battle. The sounds of fighting quickly faded the farther he and his bodyguard traveled away from the village. Pakkun was only a dark blur in the starlight.

A few minutes later, they reached the edge of the forest. Iruka paused long enough to glance back, but all that he could see was the distant outline of Konoha silhouetted against the night sky. A huge cloud of smoke was barely visible from the east. Iruka felt a chill run down his spine when he spotted the explosion, and was about to take a step back towards the village when Kakashi grabbed his elbow in a vice-like grip.

“Don’t waste their sacrifice for you.” The ANBU masked Jounin sounded regretful himself as he forcefully led his companion into the woods. Iruka took one last desperate glimpse at the village, the source of everything that he loved--and briefly wondered if the sight would be his last memory of his home before Kakashi dragged him deeper into the forest, and the view of Konoha was snuffed out by the darkness.

END OF CHAPTER 3

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