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The Weasel's Cub	By : Macabre_Facsimile Category: Naruto > General Views: 13209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto nor any of its characters, nor do I make any form of profit from the franchise or this fic. I do, however, own a pretty dark mind with which I have created this fanfiction.

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I changed the line break visual because it wasn’t showing up properly on ff.net. Instead of =’s and –‘s, it is now ////.
I have three potential main pirings lined up in this story. It’s probably quite obvious who those three are, so you’re welcome to leave your guesses. I am currently leaning more towards one of these pairings, but honestly it’s still up for debate. Let me know who you think should be the main pairing.
If he’d had the capacity, Naruto would have slapped a palm to his face as he realised who Pakkun had sent to help him.
“Kakashi-sensei, I can explain…”
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The jounin turned to face Naruto, his eye widening considerably as he took in the scene before him. Then, as if a switch had been flicked, he straightened out of his bored slouch and took on a much more professional demeanour.
“No need.”
Kakashi sprinted over to the teen’s backpack, which had been left by the tree when he’d fallen asleep. He snatched up a handle before immediately turning back and sprinting to his side, dropping the bag beside him as he did.
“First of all, I need to get your pants off.” He explained, one hand reaching for the waistband. But the blond tried to cross his legs, blocking access as best he could.
“Believe it or not, I am trained to deal with situations like this.” He sighed, reaching into the backpack for a pair of latex gloves. “So if you want this to go smoothly, I’d suggest you listen up.”
Well, if he was going to have to expose himself to people, at least he could rest easy in the knowledge that it was someone he could trust.
Kakashi busied himself with removing a sizeable scroll from the rucksack, laying it out on the ground with practiced ease. Moments later the scroll was obscured in a poof of smoke, which cleared to reveal numerous items.
Lain out on the scroll was a pile of fresh towels, antiseptic cleaner, several tools such as scissors and scalpels, and a few other things that Naruto didn’t recognise. But it seemed as though the jounin knew exactly what he was doing, which was a comfort.
He laid a towel on the ground below the teen and carefully removed his pants and boxers, placing them in a neat pile. Once this was done, Kakashi instructed him to spread his legs, bracing them against two kunai he’d buried into the ground, and placed a blanket over him to protect what little dignity he had left by that point.
“Pakkun, I need you to do something for me.” He commanded eventually, once he’d examined the teen. “Go and find the hokage, and tell her that the fox has dropped. This baby is coming, and we don’t have time to wait on backup. I will deliver it myself and bring them both to the hospital, so make sure she gets a team ready.”
The pug yipped his agreement, before turning tail and sprinting away.
“Sensei, it’s too soon! This baby-” Naruto tried to exclaim, but a new contraction drove the air from his lungs.
“It’s perfectly normal to deliver up to three weeks before your due date.”
“But-“
Yet another contraction burst forth, this one far stronger than the rest. Naruto wanted to curl up into a ball, but firm hands stopped him.
“No, I need you to stay still.”
The teen could do little more than wail as the pain wracked his body.
“Make it stop, please make it stop! I can’t do this, sensei!”
“You’ve got no choice, Naruto. I can see the head!”
A sudden flash of light startled the two of them, signalling an impending thunderstorm. This wasn’t good – the last thing they needed was rain right now.
“Listen to me, Naruto.” Kakashi commanded. “When the next contraction comes, I need you to push as hard as you possibly can. Even if your strength fails you, you have to keep pushing.”
The teen nodded frantically, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He could feel the next contraction on its way, an immense pressure building up. Naruto’s vision began to flash white as the pressure reached its peak, and the pain suddenly intensified a hundred times over.
He screamed. He screamed and wailed and cried until his throat was torn and raw. And all the while he was pushing harder than he had ever pushed in his life, his exclamations mixing with the incessant “Push! Push! Push!” of his sensei, and the ominous cracking of thunder. It was as though time was slowing down as the agony reached a threshold he never knew he had, and then burst through it like an angry bull.
And then… calm.
A perfect silence permeated only by the faint calling of his name. There was no pain, no pressure, nothing at all. Just delicious freedom. It was like he was weightless, suspended in time like a drop of water in an endless ocean.
His eyes offered no sight, his ears no sound. He existed… but he didn’t.
Was this what death felt like?
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Tsunade gazed out of the window, studying the whirling sky. Such bad weather was often considered a bad omen, so perhaps it was the cause of the restlessness she felt.
But this unease, had it not begun to manifest long before any storm was revealed?
She glanced around the room, seeing nothing to prove her superstitions, but then she paused. Her eyes were pulled to the trashcan that stood several meters away, leading her thoughts in a worrisome direction.
‘If I truly am receiving a bad omen, I should make a bet.’
Yes, betting on a near-impossible outcome would serve as proof. She created a simple paper corkscrew plane, which was so named for the fact that its design made it fly in circles. After a few test runs to determine that it did indeed fly in circles, she prepared herself for a final throw.
‘I bet that this plane will land in that trashcan.’
The odds of something like that happening were thousands to one. If she’d bet even a tenth of her paycheck on it, and it had won, she would have been able to live comfortably for the rest of her life just based on the payout from such a bet.
But of course, she would lose this bet just as she lost every other one. Such is the way of The Legendary Sucker.
Tsunade took a breath, dispelling the silly thoughts from her mind. There was literally no chance of the plane landing in the trashcan. None at all.
The Senju took one final breath, and let go of the plane. It swirled around in an arc, circling back around just as it had all the other times. It was meters away.
All of a sudden the wide doors to the hokage’s office opened up to reveal Shizune. It brought with it a draft of wind which picked up the plane, guiding it straight in to the trashcan in the corner of the room. Tsunade froze for a second, before turning to her apprentice with a fearful gaze.
“Shizune, something bad is going to happen tonight.”
The young woman grimaced at the statement as a pug walked in to the room, looking very much out of breath.
“Pakkun, tell Tsunade what you told me.” She told him, to which he replied:
“Hokage-sama, the fox has dropped.”
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Frail cries were the first sound to register within his mind. They pulled at his thoughts, anchoring him to the reality he’d been so detached from. The lightness within him began to fade, bringing back the dull pain that served as a reminder to what had just happened. He felt empty now. Like he was missing a part of himself.
No, that wasn’t right. It wasn’t missing. He could sense it nearby. But his eyes would not open, his hands would not reach for the extra piece of him.
Testing his voice, he found that his throat was sore and gravelly from the previous screams, but otherwise okay.
“Sen… sei.”
He could hear Kakashi beside him, reacting to his call. A wet cloth was removed from his face, and suddenly he could open his eyes once more. Blinking the dampness away, he began to look around.
At some point while he’d been unconscious, Kakashi had cleaned him up and replaced his clothing. That much was obvious from the bloodstained cloth which sat suspended in a bowl of bloody water. He was wrapped tightly in a blanket, which explained the inability to move his arms.
“Would you like to see him?” the jounin asked. “Your baby boy?”
A boy… somehow he’d expected that.
“Does he look like me?”
“Well… it’s best if you see for yourself.”
A part of him wanted to turn away, to pretend this boy did not exist. It would be easier that way.
‘He would be put into the orphanage. Do you really want to put somebody else through that?’
‘It would be better than knowing the truth.’
“Naruto?”
Ah, he’d missed something.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
Kakashi regarded him for a moment before repeating himself.
“I said… just prepare yourself for what you’re about to see.”
His blood seemed to turn to ice as every hair on his body stood on end. Had this forbidden jutsu caused some irreparable damage?
He wriggled around, freeing his arms from the blanked that confined him and tried his best not to think about the dull ache the movement caused. He stretched out his arms.
“Let me see him.”
The jounin hesitated for a moment, then handed the bundle of blankets over.
The earth seemed to fall from underneath Naruto as he peered into the blankets, only to find the baby staring intensely back at him.
“It doesn’t matter.” He stated. “We will work around this.”
“What do you plan to do with him?”
Naruto was surprised to find that he already knew the answer to that question, despite all of his internal wars.
“I’m going to show my son the love he deserves.” He answered with a fierce determination, as he gazed at the tiny face below him. A new feeling began to swell in his chest, bringing with it a strange happiness that he didn’t expect to feel while holding the child of the man who raped him. He thought about what this new revelation meant. With the baby looking like this, no doubt he would spark problems among those who saw him. They might even seek to kill him.
Protectiveness filled Naruto like a balloon, and he was forced to reign in his killing intent lest he upset his son. In that moment, he made a decision. “And if anyone tries to take him from me, I will destroy them.”
“Hopefully it won’t come to that.” Kakashi remarked as he put the last of the equipment back into Naruto’s backpack. “Are you ready to get going? The hokage will be waiting for us.”
“…To be honest, I’m not sure I can move.”
The jounin swung the backpack on to his back, tightening the straps so that it would stay in place. He looked up, noting that the thunder had grown quieter, before looking back to his student.
“I know. Hold on to him.” He told Naruto, before picking him up and settling him in a bridal hold. The teen did not miss the way he winced as he did so.
“I used a lot of chakra during the reverse summoning.” He stated simply as he began to jog. “I’ll be fine.”
As suddenly as the storm had passed, the rain that followed had finally arrived. For the time being they were well-sheltered by the leafy forest they were moving through, but no doubt they would get drenched by the time they reached the hospital.
“Come to think of it, how were you so calm throughout all that?” Naruto asked, having finally had a chance to think back.
“Before I started teaching, I spent ten years in ANBU. Surprisingly enough, midwifery is one of the first things we are trained in besides the core subjects. Oftentimes we would be hired by the daimyo to act as bodyguards for his many concubines, whom were generously paid to bear him children. So of course, since we often escorted pregnant women, learning how to tend to them was part and package of ANBU life.”
“I guess that makes sense. You didn’t seem surprised when Pakkun summoned you to me.”
“That’s because I already knew what was going on in the first place.”
“What!? Who told you?”
Kakashi chuckled at that, the vibrations reverberating through his chest and into Naruto. It was kind of comforting, actually.
“Well, I must admit that your henge was great. I knew that you were hiding something, but at the time I couldn’t see through it.” He replied. “I suppose I could have used the sharingan, but I would have had to come up with an excuse for that and it was just too much effort.”
“That still doesn’t explain how you knew though.”
“I’m getting to that. So one night I was struggling to sleep, so I went on a night-time stroll to clear my head. I happened to sense your chakra nearby, and it gave me the idea to drop in and check what you were hiding for myself, while you were unaware.”
“You pervert!”
“What, you’ve only just realised that now?”
“You know how creepy you sound when you say that, sensei?”
“You know you love me for it.”
“…So anyway, you realised I was pregnant. How did you know about my bag, which I hid from everyone?”
“Perhaps because I was the one who suggested that Tsunade give it to you in the first place.”
[Flashback – One month ago.]
Kakashi suppressed a sigh of relief as his team FINALLY stopped bickering, at least long enough for Tsunade to dismiss them. Naruto had been particularly grumpy today, and given that he already clashed with the aloof Uchiha, there had been a great deal many arguments.
“I have to speak with the hokage in private, so you’re free to go.” He told the three of them. “We’ll forego the other D-rank and pick it up tomorrow instead.”
The man received a raised eyebrow in response to his statement, but Tsunade otherwise kept quiet as the three genin filed out of the room. It wasn’t uncommon for a jounin to request a private conversation from their hokage for one reason or another, but such sentiments rarely occurred with Kakashi.
As the doors closed, the jounin looked… strange. Like there was a mild uptight-ness to him that suggested he knew more than he was letting on.
“I see Naruto has become proficient at using henge.” Kakashi stated. His tone of voice told Tsunade all she needed to know.
“How did you work it out?”
“Clearly he’s burdened by something. I can see it in the way his back muscles tense as he moves. The way he leans back just a little further than usual to accommodate something that should, for all intents and purposes, not exist on a male.”
“But you can’t see through the henge?”
“It’s not like I’ve actively tried to see what he’s hiding. I could easily see through if I used my sharingan, though I won’t. If he wants his privacy, who am I to judge?”
“If you’re not looking to pry, then why are you mentioning this?”
He hesitated for the barest of moments, likely considering his words. To the untrained eye, it seemed as though he’d just took a breath before speaking, but to someone as skilled as Tsunade it was plain as day.
“If he is in the condition I believe him to be…” He said carefully. “Then I feel it would be best for him to be prepared.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“During the assignments wherein we were tasked with escorting one of the Daimyo’s many concubines, we were given several equipment scrolls, the contents of which were tailored to allow us to adapt to any situation.”
“I’m following…”
“One of those scrolls would make a good addition to his itinerary, especially in the event that he’d be… caught unawares one day.”
So he was remaining cryptic. This was good news – if Kakashi felt that it was a good idea to remain quiet, then there was a chance that he would take it upon himself to be the silent guardian. It was a rather interesting quirk in his personality, one that Tsunade believed even he himself didn’t realise he possessed.
“You really care for him, don’t you?”
The remark slipped out before she could stop it. The jounin’s startled expression closely mirrored her own for a moment, before they both regained control of their passive frowns.
“How could I not?” He replied cooly. “He’s the last reminder I have of sensei, not to mention the fact that he’s one of my cute little genin. Kid’s had a hard time lately, the least I can do is keep an eye on him.”
He didn’t mention the fact that Naruto’s ostracization reminded him of himself at that age. He didn’t really need to.
“Well, I’ll look into the scroll for you.” The Senju told him. He nodded his thanks, then respectfully bowed his head as he turned to leave. “Oh, and Kakashi?”
“Yes, hokage-sama?”
“Thank you for looking out for him. I try to make the time, but that damn old man left me so much paperwork it’s hard to get any time at all.”
“Not at all. As I said, it’s the least I can do.”
[End flashback]
“Oh, so that’s why you wanted to talk to her!” Naruto went to yell, but remembering the baby, instead lowered his voice. Despite their rushed and bumpy ride he’d fallen into a comfortable sleep, one tiny finger wrapped around Naruto’s own.
“What did you think I was going to talk about?”
“When we got out of there, Sakura hit me and said you were probably trying to convince the hokage to get rid of us. You know, because we were arguing so much.”
“Oh believe me, I wanted to do that plenty of times. But getting rid of you after I’d passed you as genin would most certainly have weighed on my reputation.”
‘Not to mention I owe it to sensei to look after you.’
“You’re cold, sensei. Cold and creepy.”
Another laugh brought more comforting vibrations as he realised something.
“Oh man, I’ve just thought…” He started. “If Pakkun hadn’t been with me, I would have been all alone. Thank you for suggesting I look after him for the day.”
“You only have yourself to thank, there. You made up that poor excuse; I just jumped at the chance to get some extra surveillance on you.”
“Well now you know the real reason behind those names.”
“I already knew the real reason. It was extremely obvious.”
“In that case, did you spot the name I circled?”
“I did. It’s a nice name. Suits him.”
“You think so?”
The jounin slowed down as they reached the edge of the forest.
“Of course.”
“Then that’s his name.”
The rain continued to pour down, seemingly with no intention of stopping any time soon.
“There’s a waterproof bag in my left chest pocket.” Kakashi explained. “Do me a favour and wrap it around him, covering his face but not touching it, and leave a gap at the top for air to flow in and out.”
“You want me to put my son in a carrier bag?”
“Well, it’s either that or he potentially catches a life-threatening cold the moment we step beyond these trees and get drenched.”
The blond obliged, gently bringing the bag over the bundle of blankets he held. When he was comfortable, the jounin nodded and paused for a moment, preparing himself.
“It’s going to be an outright sprint from here on out.” He advised. “So hold on tight.”
At that he launched into a moderate run, asking Naruto to pull up his headband as thick fog began to descend on them. No doubt his use of the sharingan would prove to be particularly draining, but it was better that than him falling face first.
He ran in silence for several minutes as Naruto did his best to shelter his son from the rain. The wind was at Kakashi’s back, fortunately, so most of the droplets were blocked by him.
“Hey…” Naruto asked suddenly.
“Hmm?”
“Would you be his godfather?”
The jounin’s steps faltered for a moment, but he soon picked up his speed again. His mouth opened and closed several times, but no words would come to him as an emotion he’d all but forgotten about surfaced within him.
“Sorry, never mind.” The teen amended as he saw his sensei’s expression. “your reputation would be ruined if everyone found out. I couldn’t put you through that.”
The statement was enough to break him out of his confusion, and an unseen smile grew on his face.
“No, I was just a little shocked is all.”
“So… is that a maybe?”
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Two trusted doctors and a pug stood to attention beside Shizune and Tsunade, awaiting the arrival of their latest patient. Tension lay thick in the air, made far worse by the crackling of thunder and lightning in the distance. Rain battered the ground as the wind howled, buffeting them even from where they stood in the sheltered admittance area.
“Can’t you track them, Pakkun?” Tsunade asked, doing her best to keep the nerves out of her voice.
“I cannot.” He replied. “The scent of a storm is unique, and it overpowers all but the strongest of smells.”
“Shit! What are we supposed to do?” A nurse exclaimed worriedly.
“Ten more minutes, and we send out a search party.” The Senju stated. “I want to trust in Kakashi.”
A minute passed by with no show. Then another.
The thunder quietened, signalling that the storm was passing, but the rain still poured.
Three minutes. Five minutes. Nine minutes. Still no one showed.
“It’s time.” Tsunade commanded. “Mobilise-“
“There!” A doctor pointed into the darkness, where a hunched figure was slowly approaching their door. Fog-lights were turned on and pointed at the figure, revealing a thoroughly drenched Kakashi. A frail-looking Naruto was clasped to his chest, similarly soaked as he sheltered what looked like a carrier bag away from the rain.
As the doctors approached, he gave Tsunade a watery grin.
“How’s it going, grandma?”
“What’s going on? The dog said you were in labour!” She exclaimed, ignoring said dog’s remarks of “I’m a pug!”
“Well… yeah… about that…”
The doctors swarmed them, trying to pry the teen from Kakashi’s arms. But the jounin, panting and exhausted from the chakra exhaustion that was setting in, refused to let him go. They were forced to lead him directly to the hospital room, where he took it upon himself to place Naruto down and help to change him into a hospital gown.
“Let me introduce you to my family.” He grinned, holding on to his carrier bag even while being stripped down. “Tsunade, meet Haru. He’s my son, and mister overprotective here is his Godfather.”
Tsunade held her arms out for Haru, a look of immense confusion clear on her face. When Naruto hesitated to hand him over, she suppressed a groan.
“How am I supposed to check him over when you’re grabbing on to him like that?”
“It’s just… well…” He wasn’t sure what to say. Kakashi, having finished what he was doing, chose to lean in and whisper into the Senju’s ear for him.
Her eyes widened, but she kept her face clear of emotion.
“Naruto, it doesn’t matter to me. I trust you, and I am willing to trust Kakashi on his outlook. Please let me take him for a few moments, just so that I can make sure that he’s okay. I promise I’ll just be over here.”
The first thing she noticed when the sleeping baby was handed to her was the curious way his eyebrows curved upwards, giving him a perpetual “puppy eyes” look. A head of hair that was slightly longer and droopier than Naruto’s framed his face, its colour a combination of black and golden blond strands. The colouring was so equal that it was hard to tell whether the hair was black with golden highlights, or gold with black lowlights.
Haru seemed to have inherited Itachi’s longer chin, and by the looks of it, as he grew, he would have those same diagonal marks down his cheeks. As opposed to Naruto’s three whisker marks, the baby only sported two, and they seemed to be pointing a little higher than his father’s did.
She gently removed him from the blankets and placed him on to a weighing scale. Eight pounds exactly.
“Through some divine miracle, Haru is slightly above average weight” She explained. “You never did tell me when he was conceived, by the way. I’d assumed you were three months gone when we spoke, but that just doesn’t add up.”
“It was on the day of the hokage’s funeral.”
A stunned silence filled the room as every person in the room ceased in their actions. Almost everyone shared the same dumbfounded expression as they did the maths.
“There’s no way that baby is three months old.” The statement, courtesy of Kakashi, seemed to be the same as what was on everyone else’s minds. “I saw Naruto’s stomach a month ago, and even then it seemed like he was seven, maybe eight months pregnant.”
At that moment, the baby boy nestled in Tsunade’s arms began to stir. She looked down at him, deep in thought – and nearly dropped him as he opened his eyes.
Haru’s right eye was the same shade as Naruto’s. A bright, crystal blue. But the Senju’s attention was brought to the boy’s left eye, which was a startling blood red with a slitted pupil.
“Is this… what I think it is?” She asked, to which Naruto nodded apprehensively. “Then I believe I have a theory.”
She wrapped the boy up in a clean blanket, making sure that it was secure before handing him back to Naruto.
“Due to the fact that this jutsu was placed directly over your seal…” She began, glancing around the room to check for any unwanted listeners. “I think a part of the Kyuubi has merged with him.”
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Yeah, I’m just gonna go and end it on another cliff-hanger because, while I am ready to keep writing, this is a nice place to stop and I couldn’t think of a good place to do so for a while afterwards. Please rest assured that I will continue writing right now, just as soon as this chapter has uploaded, so you may not have long to wait for the next one.
Remember the "Really cool drawing"?… well I shoulda known that saying something like that would give me art block. For now you can check out my Deviantart profile for a picture of what Haru will look like as a young child as opposed to a baby. If and when I get around to that picture, I'll upload and let you know.
Edit - My brain is now calling me a liar. WIP progress screenshot on my DA.
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The paper corkscrew plane is a (kinda) real thing. There’s a simple origami-style plane that you can create, and bending the wing in a certain way makes it fly in smooth circles as opposed to directly forwards. Works 99% of the time.
I wrote some of this chapter while under the influence of 36 hours of pure sleep deprivation. Expect errors. I read through it again later on, but chances are I’ve probably missed a bit.
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