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Another Perfect Wonder	By : jaded_priceless Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 10014 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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The man holding his leg roughly squeezed his toes. “Tetsuryuu-sama,” the Snow ninja exhaled at the Cloud ninja who joined them.

“Manzô-san, Mama-san told me you were escorting a guest to one of her houses. She seemed a bit concerned. Why didn’t you inform me of your goodwill endeavors?” the newcomer purred sweetly.

“I…um, I didn’t want to bother you, Tetsuryuu-sama.” The man deferred to the woman who was clearly his superior.

“If you didn’t think it was worth bothering me, why are you harassing Mama-san’s customers?” the woman asked sweetly while gazing at the Konoha chuunin who had the good sense to squirm under her scrutiny.

“He has chakra, Tetsuryuu-sama!” Iruka’s youngest captor proclaimed. “It’s a bit like yours, but untrained.”

“Really? How are they alike?” The round-faced, purple-eyed kunoichi exclaimed with coldness in her voice that hadn’t previously been there.

The girl quickly realized her error. After her country’s rightful leader was overthrown, her family fled to Kumogakure where Tetsuryuu and her civilian mother, Tetsuko were legends. According to the rumors, Tetsuko and nine other virgins, food, supplies and housing were given to a group of Cloud ninja during the Second Ninja war as a way of persuading them to leave their village in peace.

Of the ten girls selected Tetsuryuu-sama’s mother was the only one who survived the ordeal relatively intact. When the Cloud ninja left their area three weeks later, all of the girls had bruises around their wrists, thighs, sides, back and buttocks.

Only Tetsuko lacked the black eyes, split lips, sprains, broken bones and severe internal damage suffered by her counterparts. Two girls were returned without teeth for biting while being forced to perform fellatio.

At first all ten girls were regarded as heroes. Four months later, Tetsuko was exiled from her village. The other nine girls had been severely damaged and would never be able to bear children. Rumors began to spread that the lesser injured Tetsuko, whose belly grew rounder every day, had drawn the men to their village.

Instead of committing suicide or running to Konoha where all refugees were welcome, Tetsuko found her attackers and offered her services so long as they promised to destroy the ungrateful village which betrayed her.

The greatest fear of any ninja was that one day the village they’d bled and killed for would deny their deeds and disown them for more “politically advantageous” options. The young civilian once more found herself in the hands of twenty of the Cloud’s strongest and most ferocious nin. This time she was treated as a comrade.

She cooked, cleaned and bandaged wounds, and was used for reconnaissance. Not even the suspicious Stone ninja suspected a traumatized pregnant civilian with no chakra as a spy. One year after leaving her village, Tetsuko and the remaining eleven ninja returned. She watched calmly, infant daughter strapped to her back, as the band of shinobi razed her former home.

When they returned to Kumogakure, the child was added to the family registers of all twenty men who had lain with her. The woman refused to have her child chakra’s typed to determine paternity and no man wanted to run the risk of exposing family secrets by having their biological child raised by another clan.

As the recognized child of twenty men, Tetsuryuu was a member of all of Kumogakure’s most prominent clans as well as several lesser known ones, and had achieved mastery in the family jutsu of each.

While the men and Tetsuko were perfectly happy with this arrangement, their wives and mothers were not. The civilian was often referred to as a whore, slut, and opportunist, claims to which she would often reply with, “Any way to speak to a woman who has suckled your grandchild at her breast?” or boldly handing Tetsuryuu to some angry wife while asking, “What sort of woman would carry on in such manner knowing it makes her husband’s child upset.”
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“I’m waiting, Arisa-chan. How is this civilian’s chakra like mine?” The woman asked kindly while fingering a kunai. In the true kunoichi fashion, Tetsuryuu was proud of the circumstances surrounding her birth and anyone who dared imply she was anything but the legitimate child of several genius shinobi and a woman whom was chosen by the gods for greatness was quickly begging for a merciful death.

The teen stammered and paled before blurting Iruka’s mother was blessed by the gods to have carried the child of a strong shinobi.

Iruka took his captor’s momentary distraction to renew his struggle, only to be pinned to the floor by his neck. He looked up into the clearest violet eyes he had ever seen, eyes that were eerily familiar.

“Tell me, little one,” the Cloud kunoichi asked, dragging her fingers across the scar on his nose before patting Iruka on his head. “Was your mother willingly led astray by a foreign ninja or did she go kicking and screaming? Does she regard you as the most precious thing to come into her life or as the unfortunate reminder she was unable to escape when someone stronger and faster was in the mood for rutting? Or perhaps she sees you a punishment for giving into her baser desires.”

Iruka’s chakra spiked in pure, uncontrolled anger, “How dare you speak of my mother in such a way? Get off me, you bitch!”

“That’s good little one.” The slightly older kunoichi laughed and released her grip. “I can see why Mama-san was worried about you. You are entirely too reckless.”

“Manzô-san, hurry up and finish,” the woman said, giving the man permission to finish his inspection.

“Sweet gods,” Iruka heard the man exclaim as he grabbed his left foot, forcing the Konoha nin on his back.   His surprise was echoed by the two younger nin as they looked at the burn scars and calluses covering soles of his feet.

“What happened?” Arisa asked, not bothering to disguise her childlike wonder.

“When I was a child, my village was attacked in the middle of the night. There was fire everywhere. My parents and I got separated. I searched the burned ruins for days,” Iruka exclaimed somberly before bursting into a fit of giggles.

The man was applying low levels of chakra to his foot. Applying energy to acupressure points was one of the universal tactics used by all ninja to expose a spy as it triggered an involuntary reaction in the recipient’s chakra system.

The Snow ninja looked at each other incredulously when their captive began to moan as more chakra was applied to the roughened appendage.

“Shinobi-san, I apologize for doubting you,” Iruka purred while presenting his other foot. “I did not know it was your custom to give a massage to those who entered your village.”

“You heard the man, Manzô-san, finish his other foot.” The higher ranking shinobi laughed. “It is very kind and somewhat strange of you Snow ninja to soothe the aches of road-weary visitors. Shinsuke, go gather this man some firewood. Arisa, gather enough snow so this man can have a proper bath.”

“Urui-san,” the woman called, addressing their undisputed civilian visitor by his pseudonym. “Please enjoy your stay. If you have any questions or need further assistance please rely on the shinobi of this village.

“Thank you shinobi-san,” Iruka moaned as the man worked his thumbs into his arches.

“Ryuu-sama. You may call me Ryuu-sama, little one.” The woman continued smiling at Iruka warmly. “I hope you find the one that you are looking for.”

Iruka thanked the shinobi who had done his preliminary chores before exploring the cabin and storing his belongings. Afterwards he was too tired to do anything but soak in the hot bath the Snow shinobi so graciously left for him and sleep.

Iruka woke to the winter sunlight teasing his skin with its deceptive brightness. He wasn’t too concerned with the assumption he was a spy from Konoha. The noble he visited was suspicious enough to have him followed so it was logical that he sent advance warning to his comrades to be wary of strangers.

Mentioning the possibility a comrade was held hostage was a common tactic used by everyone from bandits to yakuza as a way to force the enemy into revealing themselves. Iruka couldn’t completely ignore the possibility Kakashi had been captured; highly unlikely, but not impossible.

He rolled out of bed and reviewed the maps he’d inherited from his mother while eating ration bar crumbled to look like trail mix for breakfast. Unlike the map he’d shown Tsunade these held all of the places she hid when running from her village as well as every outpost used before her clan banded with two others to form Kumogakure. He selected routes that would take him to most of the locations while appearing to wander aimlessly.

He would use next few days making his presence known before contacting Konoha for possible news of Kakashi. Once his plan was firmly in place he refolded the cloth maps carefully and redid the stitches that disguised his mother’s treasure as boxer shorts that had seen better days.

Iruka took his time checking each of the areas between the green lines on Tsunade’s map and the routes shown on his mother’s map for signs of recent traffic. Those were areas with what ninja commonly referred to as “good vegetation”. The flora grew far apart enough to see lurking enemies, but close enough to leap from tree to tree without great effort.

His tracking skills had improved greatly during the years Naruto, Shikamaru, Chouji, and Kiba decided to combine their talents to create what Sandaime called Konoha’s Most Dangerous Missing Ninja. While it was true S-class criminals the likes of Uchiha Itachi and Orochimaru were on the loose, unlike the group of pre-genin truants, those particular miscreants were content to cause mayhem far away from his peaceful village.

Iruka and several ANBU learned you couldn’t rely on chakra detection when chasing children with undeveloped chakra systems. Naruto was the only one in the group who had enough chakra to actually track but if you ran blindly after it you would inevitably run into one of the creative prankster’s traps.

Kiba had the luck or misfortune to have an older sibling who insisted that he was her personal doll so he learned to instinctively suppress his chakra and mask his scent as a matter of self preservation. Chouji always carried snacks and blended in quite well in the restaurant district. Shikamaru was so lazy he barely had any chakra output, the boy even breathed at his own pace. Iruka himself was guilty of literally stumbling upon him.

Iruka spent days doing what appeared to the Cloud ninja watching him wandering aimlessly about in the snow for hours consulting an old map looking for landmarks to a village that no longer existed before returning to the cold hunting lodge to cry himself to a fitful sleep.

After three days the Cloud ninja tracking Iruka grew weary of following the man and left him in the Snow ninja’s care. It took every ounce of professionalism not to laugh or correct their immature attempts at stealth.

On the fifth day of wandering he managed to find a slowly dying tree with directional marker that pointed to Giha village. That night instead of going home and immediately crying himself to sleep he treated his escorts to the excitement of civilian ice fishing.

Iruka spent the sixth day in the village. The largest fish was gifted to Mama-san and the rest were traded for supplies. Fresh fish were a rarity for civilians in the winter since no one wanted to spend all day outdoors at a frozen lake so he received a premium value.

On the seventh day Iruka set out for Giha. That night his guardians silently agreed to abandon their duties. Their likable young charge had found the chasm that was once a thriving city.

As soon as Iruka noticed his chaperones had retreated he made a clone to continue his bereaved wailing and slipped down into the chasm. His great-grandmother had been the mother of the Third Raikage, wife of the Second Raikage and wanted by several nations for her own exploits. Her new husband was a rich civilian and the home at the back of their busy store was often filled with grandchildren, or what ninja and bandits referred to as first class bait.

He grew up listening to his mother’s stories of how she and her civilian step-cousins explored the escape tunnels beneath the fabric store and how she used those same tunnels to escape Lightning Country when she became a missing ninja.

Iruka tore off pieces of the chakra paper that had been rolled around a cardboard spool and dismissed as simple toilet paper when the Snow Ninja searched his bag. These sheets were wrapped around the pebbles from the shelters he buried in the ridges in of his boots before leaving Konoha. The pebbles were the same chakra lodestone as the Hokage Mountain and would pull traces of any nearby chakra to the paper.

He took his time walking down each tunnel searching for signs of recent activity and hiding the little bundles at half mile intervals. When morning arrived he was exhausted. He called the clone down to the ruined building he was hiding in and dispelled it before promptly passing out. When he awoke the sun had set and one of his keepers had thrown a blanket over him.

He sent out a bit of chakra and used the echo effect from the chakra bundles to determine that he was completely alone before slipping from beneath the blanket. He took his time exploring the area making note of what could be used to further his deception in what was turning into an extended mission.

The majority of the ruins were dry and semi-rotted wood; perfect for building fires that would light fast and burn hot. There were several intact sections that Iruka speculated may have once been part of his great-grandparents store as their good condition showed evidence of repeated chakra reinforcement. Those sections were most likely what the locals meant when they said the ghost worked the wood in hopes of rebuilding.

He continued his journey finding several rusted and broken weapons that could be repaired and repurposed. He even found a few pieces of cast iron cookware that could be salvaged. He piled all of treasures in an easily assessable but well protected location before climbing the out of the ravine. It was once again time to go fishing.

Author’s note: I wrote most of this before the big reveals chapter 498 and 503 so there will be inconsistencies with canon. As I said, I’m not a rich Japanese man and this is fanfiction.
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