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Loneliness' Child	By : narugal101 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1760 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 4

At hearing a name that he hadn't heard spoken in centuries, the blonde-haired child's head came straight up… and he found himself inadvertently making eye contact with the man who'd taken everything away from him.
However the silver-haired male didn't see him, he was gripped in a powerful trance, something not even Loneliness's child could break. After all, it's amazing what power our own minds can have over us.
Naruto felt more than saw Kakashi-or whatever he was calling himself now—finally give in to the powerful memories that were assailing him, and then saw his body collapse in weariness.
To his horror his own body responded before his mind could catch up; the next thing he knew he was racing over to that crumpled body, worry and adrenaline pumping through his veins. He hardly recognized his arms as they shook the unmoving form, praying as hard and deep as he could that is worry was in vain and that is was just simple exhaustion.
As the slow, yet steady pulse reassured him that the silver-haired man was indeed alive, Naruto let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. It was then, that his mind suddenly caught up with is actions.
As if there were a fire at his heels he scurried away from that warm, body and moved back to his corner.
Honestly, he berated himself, what was I thinking? After everything that asshole put me through, why should I care if he lives or dies? He sighed, that is the real question, isn't it? Even after all these years I can't stop loving him. He gave a derisive snort; I can't stop loving him anymore than I could stop the pain from his betrayal.
As Iruka watched from the sidelines a confused frown marred his features.
He'd dragged Kakashi's heavy body to a nearby couch, draping a blanket over it.
What is the connection between those two? He looked back and forth, between the unconscious silver-haired male, and the golden-haired boy. It's obvious the boy doesn't fear Kakashi nearly as much as he led us to believe; surely not with the way he raced over to his side when he collapsed. He shook his head confusedly, something about this situation doesn't add up.
Trying to clear his head, Iruka walked over to the boy, figuring it was about time he was dressed in something other than some old blanket.
"Naruto?"
The boy's head came up at that, his eyes narrowing into little daggers; Iruka tried not to laugh, the boy was simply too adorable to get away with any kind of murderous glare.
Reluctantly Iruka got his answer.
"Yes?"
Iruka brought himself closer to the boy's level, bending down with his hands on his knees. "Would you like to wear something other that blanket."
As if just realizing his own state of dishabille, Naruto flushed a bright red. "Uh…yes that would be great."
Iruka's head tilted to the side, wondering how this kid had gone from unwilling and untrusting from a few minutes ago, to speaking full sentences the next.
Naruto noticed his curious glance. "What is it?"
"It's nothing really, I was just wondering why it is that only minutes ago you could barely bring yourself to look anyone in the eyes? Yet now, not only are you doing that but you're speaking as if it never happened."
Naruto's face relaxed into a sad smile, "It's part of my 'gift.' The gods gave me the ability to adapt to any situation. Or rather gave me the ability to determine just how trustworthy a person is from touch." He smiled that heart wrenching twist of the lips again, "You can see how being away from the real world for a few centuries could make anyone revert back to their most primitive beginnings. It usually takes a few minutes for my ability to work."
Eyes widening at the boy's explanation, Iruka mused, well that certainly explained that. Just how many abilities does this kid have? Clearing his head, Iruka realized that Naruto was staring at him inquiringly.
"Oh yes, clothes!" Iruka announced, and motion towards the boy with his hand, "If you'll follow me, I'll see if I can find anything that might fit you."
Naruto was dazed for a moment, why isn't he calling me a monster, or turning away to rebuke me? A familiar voice filled is head, during these times people are much more accepting.
Kyuubi? Excitement filled him; it's been so long since we last spoke.
Yes Naruto-sama, its usual dry tone, it has been a while.
Kyuubi was, essentially, his fighting instinct personified, or as it was called in the past, a familiar.
Naruto-sama, I hate to interrupt your thoughts, but the human is still beckoning you, and pardon me for saying, but looking at you as though you are—oh what's the word—insane?
Cursing inwardly Naruto brought himself out of his reverie and brought his eyes to meet Iruka's somewhat concerned ones.
"Are you all right?" Iruka asked, his voice threaded with concern, "You were kind of…staring into space."
"Oh yes." the boy reassured him. "I'm just fine; I was just talking with Kyuubi."
Kyuubi? Iruka just shook his head, remind himself to ask later. Really this boy was going to be the death of him.
Iruka led Naruto up a flight of stairs, into the man's room. Naruto was taking his surroundings in as Iruka was going through his drawers attempting to find something suitable that the younger male could wear.
After rummaging through his drawers, Iruka finally found some old sweatpants and a T-shirt that he figured might fit the kid. Anything I have is going to be too big for his little frame. He shrugged, they would have to do for now.
"Heads up!" Iruka called as he tossed the clothes towards the boy, who was currently not paying attention.
Without turning his head the Naruto caught the clothes midair, just as they were about to hit him in the head.
A chill went down Iruka's spine as that face finally turned to identify who had thrown the object. What had formerly been blue eyes now flashed red, and they were appraising Iruka coldly, assessing his body for strengths and weaknesses.
Starting to shake, Iruka didn't move. He was a peaceful man who never resorted to violence, so seeing those blood-red eyes calculating the risk he posed scared the shit out of him.
For a long, tense moment there was nothing but silence between the two figures. Finally the red dissipated from the boy's eyes, like clouds on a rainy day.
Iruka's body visibly sagged; he let out the breath he didn't even know he'd been holding.
Naruto, quickly grasped the situation.
"Iruka-sama I am so sorry!" he apologized; his body sank to the ground in a formal bow. A bow Iruka was fairly certain went back to ancient times; it was something only used when someone was either begging for their life or trying to prevent a beating.
"Get up." was all Naruto heard growled before an arm had grabbed his own, forcing his body back into a standing position. Afraid he was going to be beaten Naruto's hands came up to instinctually cover his face. Iruka's voice made him pause and look up.
"Naruto you should never have to bow before anyone." his voice softly admonished. "No one here is going to beat you." Then he started chuckling, "Besides I'm sure if anyone tried your 'fighting instinct' would quickly make them rethink their decision."
Naruto stood there in shock as Iruka's words permeated through his mind. In the past it had become second nature for his to apologize to anyone and everyone…even if it wasn't truly his fault.
This really is a different place all together, he mused.
Iruka left the room after showing the boy how to wear the pants and put on the weird garment called a T-shirt.
After getting dressed Naruto headed downstairs, careful not to trip over the steps he made his way to the kitchen, where he found himself stopping.
Kakashi was still unconscious on the couch, his face pale from the strain his mind had put on him to remember his past.
Quietly Naruto made his way over to the unconscious man, whose face strangely was not covered as it had been so very long ago.
His scar is gone too, he realized, his hands itched to trace that formerly beloved face, just as he used to. I guess more than just his scar is gone, yet somehow he still knows my name.
Naruto sighed, turning to leave he was stopped by that familiar hand now locked around his wrist, mismatched eyes staring at him with what could only be described as predatory.
End of Chapter.
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