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December	By : kokkeichan Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: December
Author: Cheza-chan
Rating: R
Summary: Fired from his job, his world freezing around him, Umino Iruka must try and cope with the fact that he no longer has anything else left. Hatake Kakashi, owner of an animal clinic, proves that there are things worth living for.
Pairing: GenIru (ended), OroIru (non-con), KakaIru, SasuNaru, ShikaKiba, GaaSaku
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto--sadly. I'm just using the characters to express my mounting love for the show.
A/N: My new mantra: please review; please review; please review; please review. Or at least� PLEASE READ~ Please. (sniffles) Please! Anyway, as I said the last time, I'm trying to bring in people here and there and give a little background with them. Wait, did I say that�? (shrugs) Don't you just love Neji~? (squeals) Uh� I was gonna say something� Crap. What the hell was it? Forget it. Enjoy the chapter!
Chapter Four - Crossed Paths
Iruka sighed as the courtroom doors were opened for him and strolled down the aisle. What had this Itachi been to Orochimaru for him to appeal the case and put this boy through so much more? He hadn't killed his family--that much was obvious. The older brother's prints had been found on almost every body.
Iruka's hand froze on the low gate and his eyes widened. There had been no mention of any of the incriminating evidence in the news, and there was plenty. It was all in the file he'd been given. How powerful was Orochimaru? He shook his head and made a left to take a seat beside his appointed partner--some punk fresh out of law school.
No sooner had he sat down did the defendant and another man walk in. A young woman with a fierce scowl followed them both. She was obviously his defense attorney and the man was the boy's parole officer. The woman's scowl was shot in Iruka's direction and he smirked, wiggling his fingers to symbolize a slightly mocking wave. The boy then glanced at him and Iruka felt as if the dark orbs were drawing him in.
Sasuke had had little sleep leading up to this second trial. Every time he closed his eyes, his mother was murdered and his brother was stretched out beside him with a deep hole in his chest. He broke gazes with the young man and glared at the officer that nudged him to take a seat.
Iruka ran a hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck, and gave a ragged sigh. Why was he so worked up? He no longer felt guilt, so the case was in the bag.
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"In the case of The State vs. Uchiha Sasuke, the jury finds Uchiha Sasuke innocent on the charge of voluntary manslaughter and the death of his family."
The gavel's bang echoed throughout the courtroom. "This court is adjourned," the judge stated in a loud voice. She placed the hammer down with a sigh. She'd put a lock on the case so that mad man could never bring it forward again.
The lawyer from Sannin Law Offices remained seated, unblinking eyes staring straight ahead of him. He could hear everyone else around him moving, getting ready to leave, but he couldn't go back. It was as if Genma had been with him as he asked questions of the witnesses and thus they came out twisted and mangled. He had the knowledge and ability to make even God spend eternity behind bars.
"I threw the case�" Iruka needed to hear the whispered words to understand that it was the truth. He glanced at the leaving party out of the corner of his eye and saw the teen eyeing him once again. 'You oughta be thanking me, kid.'
Apparently the guard didn't appreciate the ruling. He pushed the boy ahead and Sasuke winced, grabbing the shoulder of the arm that lay in a sling.
Iruka scowled as a wave of anger washed over him and he clutched at the wooden desk. Why did it matter to him that the brat was in pain? He began angrily packing his briefcase and slammed it shut. The young man stood and left the courtroom then the courthouse. He stalled in descending the stairs at the sight of the pale man standing beside a waiting limo. Psycho sclerosis; he hardened his attitude and faced the snake coiled to strike.
Orochimaru held the door open for him then closed it once they were both in. He steepled his hands, elbows braced atop his thighs, and leaned forward. Iruka stole glance at his profile then turned to stare out of the tinted window. The end was near.
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Orochimaru, using his tight grip on the brown hair, ground the young man's face further into the smooth wood of his desk.
Iruka made no sound; he wouldn't give him the pleasure of hearing even a whimper. His wrists were tied and arms still locked behind his back, so the only pleasure received was being taken by force.
Orochimaru continued to pound into the helpless body to extinguish the rage burning in him. Somebody's ass had to pay. Kabuto would always tell him he took things too literal. He smirked, licking his lips, and leaned down to kiss Iruka's neck.
Iruka turned away and gritted his teeth as he felt his climax draw near. He didn't cry out as he came, but Orochimaru didn't stop.
When Iruka was finally let out of the office, his face was bruised red and his lower back throbbed. He wasn't surprised when Kabuto passed by him on his way to the elevator. So wrapped up in his thoughts was he that Iruka ran into a late-night visitor. Iruka scowled and continued out. Whoever it was was probably here to receive what he just had. He was in no mood to apologize and the rude encounter probably deserved.
A crimson orb stared after the departing young man from under unruly bangs of silver. He turned away from the rotating doors and slowly headed back out into the December winds to witness the cab pulling away from the curb. With a sigh and a smile, he started down the steps.
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Iruka was flipping through the newspaper the next day. He sat in his office for lunch and happened across the case he had thrown. "It was self-defense," he mumbled as he scanned the photographs of the boy leaving the courtroom. Iruka folded the paper and placed it aside. He reached for his coffee mug--no alcohol included--and took a sip.
There was a sudden and sharp rap to his door and he scowled. "I'm on break," he said loud enough for the person on the other side to hear.
"It's a visitor," a female voice replied.
"Send them away," Iruka snapped.
"Iruka?" Another voice, male.
Chocolate-colored eyes widened. The young man shot up, his chair spinning once, and rushed to the door. His hands clamped down on the handle just as it began turning, and he locked it.
The secretary in the hall sighed, dropping her hands in defeat. "Sorry, Mr. Shiranui."
Genma shook his head with a grin and chewed on the end of the toothpick he held in his mouth. "It's no problem. As head lawyer, he's probably busier than ever. He needs that break." The man gave the door one final glance before sliding his sunglasses back over his eyes, and followed the secretary down the hall.
Iruka pounded against his door with a growl once he felt the hall was devoid of people once more. He didn't need this-->any of this! It was said that dentists were more likely to commit suicide. Not that Umino Iruka would commit suicide. No, life would kill him slowly.
It came as a surprise to the young man himself that he was allowed to leave at his allotted time. Walking through the rotating doors, Iruka finally stopped to notice the lives of the people more pathetic than himself. He shook his head with a sigh at the sight of so many milling around the aquarium, and pulled his coat on properly. His gaze fell on one man in particular who was kneeling before the task. He started to look away but stopped as the man began tapping the glass.
"How dumb can people be?" Iruka scoffed. The sign was blatantly obvious: DO NOT TAP GLASS. He had no idea how he'd gotten there, but the next thing the lawyer knew, he was slapping the hand down as it rose once more.
"Ow!" A head of silver rose, as did the man it belonged to. "What was that for?"
A dark orb and a red one glared down at the brunet, startling him momentarily. He tightened the scarf wound around the lower half of his face and his eyes reflected his hidden smile. "Are you here to seek a lawyer?" Iruka asked, eyes slowly narrowing.
"No," the man replied, voice muffled.
"Then maybe you should leave." Iruka took him by the elbow with his free hand and led him out of the building. "Orochimaru doesn't allow visits for his prestigious bunch."
"You're not nice."
The brown-haired young man snorted. "I'm not paid to be nice," he retorted, releasing the hold on the stranger's arm. He didn't care who he was, but had just willingly kept him from incurring a demon's wrath. "Go home," Iruka muttered as he hurried down the steps of the building. He hailed a cab that stopped immediately and got in without sparing another glance outside.
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Kakashi returned to his store with a broad smile that could lift everyone's spirits.
"Sensei, you seem happy," Sakura giggled, leaning against the counter.
He looked around and blinked a few times. "Where are Kiba and Shikamaru?"
"Kiba had detention," the girl scoffed, crossing her arms. "So his dumb boyfriend decided to wait with him. I doubt they'll make it up here tonight."
Kakashi shrugged out of his coat and unwrapped the scarf from around his face, folding them both over his arm. "So they left you by yourself?" Sakura nodded. "Poor Sakura. But I'm here with you now." She blushed brightly at he tousled her hair then followed him with her eyes as he walked around the counter.
"Where were you?" she murmured, hands folded atop the glass surface.
"It's a secret," the grinning man said before disappearing into the back.
"Sensei," Sakura whined, lowering her head to her folded arms. She sighed, closing her eyes, and remembered how she and the others had met the man and gotten part-time jobs.
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"Akamaru?" Sakura's eyebrow was raised.
"That's what I named him," Kiba said excitedly, staring at the puppy he held at arm's length. Hana had pulled up alongside them as they were walking to the bus stop and dropped off the present to her dear brother. He'd sneak him into the mall.
"But he's not red," Sakura said, still curious about the dog's name. She was studying Japanese, so she was familiar with a few words right now.
"So?" the boy sneered. "It just fits, okay? Don't you think so?" He grinned at the small pup. "Akamaru?"
The dog's mouth opened in a wide yawn then closed and Sakura giggled. It really was cute. Shikamaru had nothing to say about the newest canine member of the Inuzuka family. His philosophy was: you see one dog, you've seen too many.
"Wake up," Kiba sighed, talking both to his dog and boyfriend. Akamaru whined and wriggled free of its owner's grasp. He dropped to the ground on all fours and darted around the corner where the trio had been standing. "Akamaru!" the boy yelled, running after his new pet.
Sakura followed, dragging Shikamaru along with her.
"Akamaru!" Kiba continued yelled as he pushed through the crowded sidewalk. He had agility and speed on his side and was able to keep up with the small dog, until some glass movers crossed in front of him. He pushed behind them once there was enough room, but Akamaru was already gone. The other two joined him moments later to find him scrubbing roughly at his face.
Sakura touched his arm lightly. "I'm sure you'll find him," she said softly.
"Yeah," Kiba sighed. No sooner had that been said, faint barking could be heard. With hope, the young boy took off in the direction of the sounds.
"Troublesome, troublesome, troublesome," Shikamaru groaned as Sakura dragged him along once more.
"Akamaru!" Kiba cried as he spotted the dog perched on a man's head. Akamaru barked happily. Kiba jumped up and snatched his newest best friend into his arm. "Don't ever scare me like that. Hana would have killed me." The pup whimpered and placed an affectionate lick to Kiba's nose, making everyone smile.
Sakura stared around the pair at the silver-haired stranger and found her face growing hot. "He's so cool," she whispered. Shikamaru snorted and she turned and punched him in the arm.
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Sakura giggled as she realized that's when she'd first started releasing her stress and anger on the understanding Shikamaru. Kakashi had given Akamaru a free check-up and took down his "HELP WANTED" sign seconds after putting it up.
"Sakura," the man sang. "We have a special case. Mrs. Smith's bulldog swallowed her credit card." He stuck his head back into the front of the store, nose and mouth covered by his surgical mask. His eyes held an evil gleam.
Sakura slid off the counter with a groan and followed the sounds of latex gloves snapping and Kakashi's all-too-happy humming.

"Hurry up," Neji growled, impatiently waiting outside the girl's locker room. The door was slightly ajar so his cousin could hear him.
Hinata hurriedly pulled back on her black and gray plaid skirt and grabbed her case from the bench before running out. She was always the last one to leave.
"Ten minutes," Neji scoffed as she stumbled into the hall.
"Sorry," the young girl whispered.
"Forget it. Come here."
Hinata stood with her back to him and blushed faintly as he buttoned her skirt. "Sorry," she repeated.
"It happens every time I rush you. Come on." Neji wrapped an arm protectively around his cousin's shoulder and the pair walked down the halls of their private school: Konoha Academy. The school's emblem was a golden leaf-like symbol whose body was a spiral that was placed on the breast of the white summer shirt and the black winter jacket. They walked out of the main building and Neji instantly spotted the sedan that waited for them.
Hinata spotted something, or rather, someone else. Instantly, a blush colored her cheeks. "Neji�"
"What?" the brunet sighed as they started down the steps.
"It's him."
"Him?" Neji looked up, following the girl's gaze, and scoffed. "You have weird taste."
Hinata smiled sheepishly and continued watching the two figures across the street. A golden-haired young boy was talking excitedly and animatedly with a man that was giving him his full attention. She sighed and slid into the backseat of the car after the door had been opened. Neji slid in beside her and closed the door.
"Don't ask," he said, crossing his legs.
Hinata shook her head and folded her hands in her lap with a smile. She was glad to have him sit with her. Turning, she placed one more glance out of the rear window to find the figures gone.
"What's his name?" Neji asked, his eyes closed as the car pulled away from the sidewalk. He'd never openly admit it to anyone but he had a slight case of motion sickness and was rarely found in the backseat of any moving vehicle.
"Naruto," Hinata said softly as she turned back around. "Uzumaki Naruto."
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