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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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While he waited for his donburi Iruka removed the stationary set he’d carefully tucked into his pocket. Even though he’d worn gloves his hands were still cold from the exposure to the cold wet snow while handling the fish. His fingers trembled as he shakily penned the most basic hiragana Dear Mother.

It didn’t take long for Takamoto to snatch the pen from him declaring “It’s a waste of good paper for an illiterate fish monger to try and write” and that Urui should at least gift his mother with beautiful penship as it were “highly unlikely the unfortunate wench was capable of reading.”

He knew the man only volunteered to write the letter so he could learn what Iruka had to say. Iruka ignored the taunts and seemingly kind gesture and began dictating his coded letter:

Dear Mother and Nee-chan,

I hope this letter finds you well. I am safe, but I haven’t been able to find the happiness I seek. I’m not discouraged, just as fate delivered you to father’s side I’m sure one day the joy I seek will be obtained.

The village of Giha was destroyed during the last ninja war but I’ve found the ruins to be a peaceful place. I can only see as it as my ancestors way of watching over me and telling me to find my own place in this world. Until that day comes I have to remain diligent. As Father always said “a happy home is the reward of patience and preparation.”

How is the little one? I hope he’s not giving you too much trouble now that I’m away. If he is, just tell him the next time I see his scrawny little butt they’ll be hell to pay.

I’ll try to send more money next time. I love you. Stay safe and be happy.

Rui-chan

PS – I should have listened to the little princess and brought one of the kittens. I don’t have rats but company would make the time pass by more quickly. The greedy youngest one is very friendly

“Are you sure this is the correct address” Takamoto questioned when Iruka gave the mailing address for a village in Wave County instead of nearby.

“It’s my sister’s address. My mother works for my lover’s father. I don’t want to put her

in any unnecessary danger. She and my sister trade letters all the time so he’ll think nothing of it.” Iruka shrugged nonchalantly. The letter was addressed to one of several post office across the continent that was inscribed with a jutsu to teleport any correspondence directly to Konoha’s decryption department.

“Perhaps you do have a bit of intelligence. What about this little one? Are you on the run for getting the headman’s precious virgin daughter pregnant?” Takamoto asked.

“As far as I know, no one is pregnant. The little one is my brother. He’s between Shinsuke and Arisa’s but closer to Arisa’s. He likes to use the fact his features are so much like our deceased father’s to push his limits.”

“When he asks for things or does something wrong he always looks like this,” Iruka said making his best kicked puppy face and quivering his lower lip. “When he was smaller it was difficult to resist, but now he’s at that age where he’s starting to get admirers. We don’t want him to grow up to be the type of man who survives on his looks.”

Iruka continued talking attributing several of his students’ antics to his imaginary younger brother. He melded Suzume, Kurenai, Anko, Shizune, and the girl who lived next door before the fox attack into the perfect older sister. The conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Iruka’s meal.

He politely excused himself citing a long day of fishing before choosing a solitary table in the back corner near several Snow shinobi. Mama-san nodded and shoo-ed him off. She’d noticed the melancholy smile on the young man’s face and the dampness in his eyes when was speaking of his family. After getting seated Iruka made a show of wiping his eyes and brushing his hair behind his ears while moaning appreciatively at the large bowl of donburi to set Neji and Tenten’s jutsu in place.

The Snow ninja barely spared a glance at the stranger in their midst and continued talking. Each one of them had spent numerous hours following the man; admittedly he was more inventive than they’d initially given him credit for but he was still a civilian and watching him was as exciting as watching snow falling.

“Lord Washizu says the doctor will arrive after the New Year’s Celebrations have ended.” A man with a missing ear stated.

“So who do you think is going to get it?” a man with a bright red beard asked.

“You already know” the man with the missing ear sighed sliding his hand horizontally down his cheek.

“It’s not fair. That purple-eyed” another man with dark skin and blond hair began. His eyes widened as he looked about anxiously before continuing. “It’s not right. We served Lord Kazahana loyally for several years even helping him depose his brother and here come those Konoha ninja. Just like that they ruined everything. We finally get our hands the bastard responsible now they say this woman is slated to receive the highest honor.”

The delicious food Iruka had been savoring was starting to sit heavy on his stomach. He’d heard several times in several different ways how Naruto had personally put Princesss Yukie back on the throne with no help from Kakashi or his other team members. Sadly Naruto was the only one who saw it that way.

Years of teaching children who spoke freely but had no idea of what they were saying and then seeing their parents in the mission room had taught him to listen to the most shocking things without giving a visible reaction. (Not that he really believed seven year old’s Kiba story of his mother and Kuromaru using the man beast jutsu to wrestle at night and howl at the moon; nonetheless, he was relieved to learn the boy’s estranged father had a furlough from his permanent post guarding the border).

He scratched the tip of his nose and picked up another spoonful and continued listening as their fourth companion a bald man who was built like an Akimichi clan member laughed and chastised his table mates. “You three are fools. Lord Washizu will not forget those who were loyal to his father and remained loyal to him after Kakazana-sama was assassinated. It’s true that she may get the highest honor, but you forget she’s a woman. The highest honor a woman can achieve is to the bear the children of a strong man. The doctor will perform two extractions and implantations that day. She’ll get what’s fit for a woman and that eye will go to a man.”

“Speaking of women did you hear what that brat was doing?” the man with the missing ear asked, “standing on top of the prisoner, rocking back and forth reading Icha Icha. It’s shameful.”

“Don’t worry about that. In their village” The dark-skinned man said referring to the village hidden in the Clouds, “It’s a sign of being fit for seduction missions.”

This time the large man spoke, “If that’s the case, they’ve given her to the right one. Takamoto may look like a candy-ass, but he’ll see to that she gets hers in a few years.”

Iruka scratched his nose once again and sneezed unsurprised to hear all four men at the next table give him the customary response to his sneeze. He excused himself and reached beneath the table forming the single hand signs necessary to call his small summons. He dropped them onto the hem of his pants while picking up a fallen napkin.

The group’s young sensor had already broadcast that Iruka had more chakra than an average civilian but it was highly untrained so they ignored the spike in his energy when he sneezed. They watched him walk pass their table but eyed him with the disdain reserved for someone who threatened to spread germs over their food when he hastily turned and covered his nose with the napkin.

“False alarm. Forgive me” Iruka said bowing then rushing to the washroom to wash his hands. His act had given the little creatures the momentum and time they needed to scurry inside the other men’s pants legs.

Iruka returned to the table and finished his meal. On his way out he stopped and wished the men luck and prosperity during the upcoming year in case he didn’t see them again. He overheard one of the men saying he was a good kid. Untrained or not with that amount of latent chakra he’d make a good match for his addled-brained daughter. He worked hard and could baby-sit while she went on missions.

Another laughed and stated how was glad he’d won the lottery. He and the others who were granted leave would head out in four nights. He was eager to see his family during the upcoming holiday. Maybe he could prevent his daughter from becoming such an avid fancier of jounin. The girl was five and he had a bit of time to do it.

Iruka wandered aimlessly trying to think of a strategy now that he was certain Kakashi was captured. It was the winter and the New Year’s holiday was close. Several of the ninja were leaving in four nights and the doctor would arrive after the holiday. He’d left Konoha almost two weeks ago. New Year’s should have already past. He racked his brain pulling the makeshift sled until he passed the grand houses and saw everyone dressed in kimonos as they made the temple visits customary in the first few days of the year. He meandered to the poorer sections and saw people cleaning. He chuckled quietly to himself and headed back to the general store. It was New Year’s and the poor were cleaning their own homes. This village celebrated solar and lunar New Years.

The solar New Year which began January first was for the rich. The poor would work tending to their bosses’ parties before getting time off in time to celebrate the Lunar New Year which began a few weeks later. The ninja would be kept around to provide security and escorts for the wealthy before being allowed to go home and visit their own families and have their own Lunar New Year’s celebration.

The familiar traditions had given him the perfect cover. Iruka fought the urge to skip as he made his way to the general store. He purchased several bottles of shinobi’s bane – fragrant civilian household cleansers as well as rags, a mop He grabbed four cords of firewood one hickory and three pear; both scents that were hell on those with sensitive noses. He left the counter and picked up a pack of underwear as an afterthought. If he’d been in a dungeon for two weeks at a minimum he’d at least want a clean pair of his own drawers.

As soon as Iruka arrived home he used a few pieces of the rotted wood from Giha to rekindle the fire. He placed the hickory wood in the foot tub with a mixture of pine scented cleaner and placed a bucket of snow near the fire. He removed the large cast iron cauldron he’d gathered from Giha and scrubbed it with a mixture of salt and vinegar before rinsing it with the water. He repeated the process until there were no signs of rust or decay then moved onto the other cookware and finally the broken weapons carefully scooping each one out of the bathtub then placing them in the cauldron once they were clean. He emptied the tub then scrubbed it with scented wood cleaner before filling it with snow and placing a few embers from the fireplace in the fire pit below the tub to heat the water. He spent the next two days cleaning the inside of the shack with the doors and window open to disperse the scent of the cleaner.

Iruka was outside when he felt a strong presence watching him. He continued shoveling snow from around the house and placing it into his containers until he felt warm breath on his neck. He did what anyone would to in that situation. He jumped and would have fallen into the snow if it were not for strong arms righting him. “Ryuu-sama”.

“Careful, little one, I could have been a bear.” She laughed sliding her thumb across the edge of Iruka’s scar as she caressed his cheek and tucked his hair behind his ear. “You lost a spider.”
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