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A new beginning	By : assassi Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1128 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. This story is written for fun and no money is made from it.

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Kotetsu POV
Reiji called me the minute Izumo had ran off to that burning building. Needless to say, I dropped all training and jumped on my motorbike, heading there as well.
The sight that greeted me will probably haunt me in my nightmares for a while. There wasn’t much left from the orphanage. And they told me he and some other guy were still inside.
Damn my luck, of course I’d hook up with a guy with a hero complex!
They had to hold me back as brick by brick the building was going down and the man I loved was still nowhere in sight. The other guy came out… still no sight of Izumo. I was slowly going mad there and…
Finally a shout drew our attention and we all looked up. He was holding a kid close to his chest, both covered in soot, so black that only the white of their eyes indicated where their faces were. The firemen stretched out the trampoline; I saw Izumo talking to the kid, calming him down, encouraging him… then they jumped. Once they were down the women from the orphanage grabbed the kid, crying from joy that he was alive.
Alive, thanks to the man, my man, who was just standing there in only a once-white T-shirt with burnt holes in it, sweaty, dirty and generally looking like nothing had just happened.
The moment they were down I was next to him, grabbing him, crushing him next to me. I was yelling, shouting something at him, I was angry that he had risked his life, once again, and relieved, so fucking relieved that he was alive and I was able to hold him and shout to him.
He was just staring at the kid with a strange, thoughtful expression.
We were silent on the way home. Once we stepped inside the apartment I took hold of his hand and led him towards the bathroom. I started filling up the bathtub, undressing him while we waited.
“I can do it myself-…”, he started, but I held up a hand.
“Please. Let me. I need…”, “to see for myself that you are okay, not hurt, not bleeding…”
He just nodded. He understood. He knew.
He stepped in the bathtub, letting me rinse his body, slowly and carefully with a soft washcloth. The water slowly turned ashen.
“Hey… what was Kurenai doing there?”, he asked absentmindedly.
“She’s Fire brigade ¹ 7’s boss now”, I muttered.
“And her kid…?”
“He’s almost three years old, Izumo. He goes to the kindergarten?”
“Oh…”, he murmured.
Some time passed in silence.
“It must be awful”, he said suddenly.
“Hm?”, I muttered.
“Having no one in this world; having been … left; raised in such a grey old building. And one day, even that is being taken away from you. The only home you’ve ever known…”, he said quietly.
I didn’t know to say. I said nothing.
“I can’t even imagine what it’s like to grow up at such a place…”, he said again.
“Iruka has adopted Naruto from a place like this”, I mentioned.
“Oh?”, he said, sounding more thoughtful than surprised. “Adopted…”
“…Yeah?”
He shook his head. “Nothing.”
We finished bathing him, then drained the tub and went to the bedroom. We laid in the bed; he immediately turned on his side. Hesitating for just a moment, I crawled behind him, pulling his body flush to mine. He tensed.
“I’m…”, he started.
“I’m not asking you for sex. I just need to hold you tonight. Nothing else, just…”
“Okay… okay. I’m sorry…”
I didn’t ask him what for. I just didn’t have the strength for more questions or fights.
“Good night”, I just said, barely registering his reply.

Izumo POV
Kotetsu’s breathing slowly evened out as he fell asleep. I stayed awake long after that; a thought that had suddenly occurred to me back in the bathroom wasn’t giving me peace.
Adoption.
Was it even… an option, for us? With our past… wasn’t that asking too much from him?
What’s more… was I ready? To take responsibility as huge as taking care of a child, raising him, bringing him up…
…Him?
Was I already thinking of a certain child? Not a child, but the child from tonight? Hajime…
Hajime…
Beginning.
Was I ready for a new beginning? Was Kotetsu?
Were… we?
*
They gave the children and the staff from the orphanage an old, temporary building to use until a new one, more proper one, was built for them. I found myself standing in front of said temporary place on the very next day, uncertain of why I was there. They were grieving – despite all efforts, they had lost three children in the fire. It was the most improper time for a hesitant fool to pay them a visit he could not explain even to himself.
“Officer…?”, a gentle voice said.
I turned around. The director of the orphanage was walking towards me, a pile of documents in her hands. I sighed mentally – even as the staff was grieving, the bureaucracy didn’t take a break.
I shook my head, realizing she had politely asked for my name.
“Kamizuki. Kamizuki Izumo”, I said. She forced an almost real smile.
“I’m glad to see you’re okay. We are very grateful for your help”, she said quietly.
I just nodded dumbly, looking away. “And… how… how is he? Hajime…”
“He’s… okay”, she smiled, a bit more naturally. “Or should I say, he tries to put on a strong face… though I know he’ll probably have nightmares for months… like all of them. But he’s a brave little boy.”
“Has he no parents?”, I blurted out.
Her face saddened again as she shook her head. “He was left at our doors as a baby. He’s never known his biological parents and we don’t know of any relatives either.”
I nodded again, even though my chest felt both heavy and hollow.
“Do you want to see him?”
My head shot up, my eyes widened… my brain obviously suffered a short circuit.
“No, no…! I’ll… come by… another time.”
She smiled knowingly. “Whenever you are ready, officer.”
*
“Another time” was the very next day. I stayed in my car, watching the kids playing in the backyard like some damned low-life. Or a coward. I couldn’t… I didn’t have the courage to step out of the car, go to him, talk to him…get to know him… protect him, raise him…
Shut up! Just… shut up…
Hajime was playing alone – he held a car toy ( a sports car, I noticed) and “drove it” on the stone wall, separating the playing ground from the street. Now that he wasn’t covered in soot I could actually see his face features – he had pale hair, something between dark blond and pale brown, pale skin… he was looking down however and I couldn’t see the color of his eyes. He seemed to be a quiet kid.
A loner.
My chest tightened again with an emotion I couldn’t explain.
*
On the third day I finally managed to get out of the car and make the few steps across the street to the playing ground. The director, standing by, smirked.
“Ready now?”, she half-asked, half-teased.
I just nodded curtly, walking over to Hajime, who played in the sandbox today. He looked up as I sat next to him and my eyes widened; I may have even gasped. He had the most amazing eye-color. Or should I say eye-colors – his eyes were mostly green, but had a few brown spots, a few golden dots, even some violet specks.
“Hi”, I said dumbly.
“Hello”, he said. His voice was child-like clear, not timid like I had expected. I smiled.
“I don’t know if you remember me but…”
“I remember you”, he said quickly. “Thank you for saving me.”
I nodded, a bit taken aback from his bluntness. “You’re welcome.”
I looked down at his shabby sandy artwork. “What are you building?”
“A castle”, he said.
“Yeah? Who lives there?”
He looked at me like I was stupid. “Ants? Worms?”
I chuckled. “Sorry. You’re not a small kid, I get it.”
He puffed up his chest and I stifled another chuckle. Then I looked around.
“Why aren’t you playing with the others? Or why don’t they help you with the castle?”
He shrugged. “They like to play other games. Fairy-tale games.”
I nodded again. “Well, I’ve always liked the sandbox. Want some help with that castle?”
He blushed a bit but tried to cover his enthusiasm. “Sure”, he just said.
We must have stayed there, having an easy small talk, for nearly an hour. Finally a woman came out to call the kids for dinner and I said goodbye to Hajime and prepared to leave. Another kid bumped into me as he rushed to get inside.
“Sorry, mister!”
“Yeah… Hey!”
The boy turned around.
“What were you guys playing?”
The boy grinned. “’Family’!”, he exclaimed, running back into the orphanage.
My heart sank again. “Fairy-tale games…”
*
“Here, I brought you something.”
Hajime looked up and his face brightened as he saw the sandbox toys. “For me?!”
I smiled, even though my heart gave one of its already familiar little twists. “For you.”
“Thank you, officer!”
I winced. “Izumo, okay? Please?”
He grinned. “Izumo-san.”
I made a face, but then shrugged. It was still better.
He immediately unwrapped the mesh bag and tried to use all the toys at once. It was funny, endearing and a little sad all at once.
“Hajime… why do you think ‘Family’ is a fairy-tale game?”
His face fell a little. He shrugged. “In fairy-tales, all the kids have families. But it’s only a fairy-tale. A book with pictures.”
He was only five years old. How could he possibly think like that?!
“Don’t you believe… don’t you think that someday a family will come for you too?”
Another shrug. “I’m not a small kid, Izumo-san…”
“Yes, you are!”, I thought.
“…I don’t believe in fairy-tales.”
My heart sank again. I was beginning to get used to it.
A.N. For those who don’t know (or haven’t gathered as much in the context) – Hajime means beginning, hence the name of the story ;)
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