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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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Gonna start this chapter off with apologies, first to those who may have seen a certain comment I placed on my AO3 profile last night. I wasn’t feeling myself at the time and what I said was little more than a temporary moment of weakness.
In the next few weeks I will be the proud owner of a digital art business, the name of which I must withhold for anonymity’s sake. I’m sure you’re asking, “Maca, if you can’t tell us about it, why are you even mentioning it in the first place?”. I would ask the same. The truth is that the prep work and the commissions I’m taking doesn’t always leave too much room for thought, and as a particularly methodical writer a single chapter can take me anywhere between three and nine hours to write. So I don’t have a lot of writing time basically, which I apologize for. From now on updates may be scarce, but I assure you that every piece of feedback I get really helps to boost my motivation and force through my artist’s aches to get writing done. Just saying ;)
Oh, and while I can’t give you the business name, I CAN still take commissions without disclosing it. So if you’re looking for a cheap art commission, feel free to send me a PM on my MacaFac DeviantArt and we can talk there.
Third and final apology goes to reviews on affnet. I checked the reviews a few times but never saw anything, now I go back and I have tons I missed! Your reviews have now been read, I promise. Apparently my disclaimer was also wrong, and I'm lucky to have caught that now or my story would have been deleted o.o
Pretty much this whole chapter is based around a whole lot of emotion and very little actual plot, with the exception of a timeskip. I’ve put it in here because I couldn’t get all the information down in the last chapter before it got too long, so I decided to split and add an angsty inner monologue of conflicted emotions on to the end. It’s all relevant to the plot, just doesn’t advance it so much.
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Naruto woke far too slowly for his liking, suspicious about how well-rested he was feeling. He could hear a muffled voice coming from the direction of the kitchen though, and the familiarity served to put his unease at rest for the most part.
As he’d expected, Kakashi was already awake. He was bent over the stove, obviously cooking something if the sizzling of the pan he held was anything to go by. Haru sat in a highchair at the dining table, completely enraptured by the jounin’s actions; so much so that he didn’t even bother to look around when Naruto entered the room.
“Man, he sure likes you.” The teen commented, staring at his sensei’s back with a mixture of jealousy and awe. “If it was me doing the cooking, he’d be squirming around trying to find something to occupy him.”
“Sounds like someone else I know.”
Naruto scowled half-heartedly before sitting heavily at the table, rubbing his eyes. The motion attracted Haru’s attention, and the boy let out a piercing squeal of excitement. Not for the first time Kakashi found himself feeling thankful that he lived in a pretty remote part of the village, particularly as the noise brought back a headache he’d been trying to stave off.
“Anyway, how the hell did you manage to get Haru up and dressed this morning without him waking me up?” The blond asked instead of offering a response.
As the jounin turned to place a bowl in front of him, Naruto spotted the heavy bags underneath his eyes. The tiny portion of Kakashi’s face that was actually showing was haggard and tired, and the roughness drove a pang of guilt into his heart.
“I didn’t.” He replied. “He actually made rather a lot of noise about it this morning, obviously confused as to why you weren’t there. But somehow you managed to sleep through it all, so I figured you needed the rest. It’s around noon now.”
Another pang plunged itself into Naruto, and it took rather a lot of concentration to keep it from showing on his face. So he’d just left his clearly sleep-deprived sensei to deal with everything while he took a leisurely snooze? How pathetic.
“I think you’re the one that needs the rest, sensei. You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”
“I’m sure I’ve told you before that I don’t really have the luxury of just going to sleep. It’s a downside of being well trained – alertness in its base form is rather hard to just turn off.”
“But still, I-“
“No buts. I won’t have this conversation again, okay? I chose to bring you and Haru into my life, and I still choose to keep you here now. No amount of sleep deprivation is going to stop me from taking care of my family.”
A jarring warmth swelled within Naruto, and he had to take a moment to compose himself before responding once more. Such a feeling had become rather familiar as of late, and the teen wasn’t totally clueless as to what it meant. Quite the opposite, in fact – since his revelation in regard to Sasuke, simple emotions like this suddenly meant so much more than just the happiness he’d originally associated with them.
“Just try to get some sleep when you can, sensei… For me? Please? I don’t like it when you look so tired all the time.”
Yes, over the five months he’d been living with this man, a single fact had become painfully obvious to him with every interaction they’d had. As his familiarity grew with the mysterious ninja, the more his affection grew too… and the realisation that this wasn’t just friendly warmth.
He knew without a doubt that these feelings were more intimate than those between friends. Catching himself staring at the outline of his sensei’s lips through the mask, craving to be close to him like they’d been in that hospital bed, that wasn’t what friends did. The blond longed for Kakashi in a way he’d never felt before, in a way that told him one simple truth.
He had a crush on his sensei.
“I’m going to take Haru to the park this afternoon, actually.” He continued, shaking his head as if to bring himself away from the path his thoughts were taking him to. “You can have the apartment to yourself for a couple of hours, get all the rest you need.”
“Are you sure?”
As had been predicted, rumours had spread far and wide regarding Naruto and Haru, and despite the efforts that had been made to quash them, the hostility towards Naruto had stretched across to his son. Kakashi’s reputation had taken a beating too, but for the most part everyone still tolerated him. No one dared step out of line when Kakashi was around at least, though whether that was out of respect or fear was yet to be revealed. Usually when Naruto took Haru out, the jounin would come along for the sake of protection.
“I’ll be okay.” The teen replied. “I’m going to the park that’s right next to the hokage’s office, so I’m sure there will be plenty of ANBU around. He’ll be patched up, anyway.”
Patched up, meaning that a medical eye-bandage would be placed over Haru’s left eye.
Interestingly enough, Haru didn’t react to the bandage when they’d first put it on him. He’d looked around with a sense of confusion for a while, it seemed, but other than that he was completely fine. Kakashi had stated that this was a highly unusual response, and so they’d spent a while testing him in different scenarios.
Covering his right eye resulted in his already-limited depth perception failing, which suggested that his left eye could perhaps see through the bandage. This theory was further strengthened when they decided to cover both of his eyes, stepping back to find him still following their movements even while he’d been blinded. It was a very interesting development to say the least, but until Haru was old enough to explain what was happening for himself, it wasn’t possible to work out what was actually going on.
Kakashi or a Yamanaka could have easily looked into Haru’s mind for the solution using their doujutsu and mind techniques respectively, but there were strict policies in place preventing that without very good reason. There was a high risk of such techniques causing damage to brains that were not fully developed, so as a rule no one dared to use the technique on a child unless their life would be in danger anyway.
In any case, since Haru was unaffected by the bandage, it made it much more believable to state that he’d been born blind in one eye. His actual parentage remained a steadfast secret though, and only a very select number of people knew the real truth.
Kakashi nodded hesitantly at the teen, resisting the urge to yawn. He could definitely do with catching some sleep, that was for sure. Whether or not he’d actually get that rest though, well that remained to be seen.
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Naruto had forgone a stroller, not really feeling comfortable with the idea of displaying his defenceless son to everyone. In his opinion it felt like he was saying “Hey, look here! I’ve put a wall between my son and I so literally anyone could easily reach down and snatch him up before I could react!”
No, it was much easier for him to hold Haru in his arms, especially since he’d always be able to summon a clone if he needed to take a break.
As he walked, he could see the glares being sent his way. He had taken to carrying Haru around in a thick blanket, figuring it would be safer to keep any passers by from seeing his face while he was in a vulnerable state, and now more than ever he was glad for that. The civilians seemed to be far braver now that Kakashi wasn’t around, even going so far as to roughly jostle him as they passed in the streets. At least with the thickness of the blanket, Haru barely felt the movement as he stared quietly into the sky.
Even at five months old, Haru’s expression seemed to show a deep understanding of the world around him. Kakashi had once remarked that the expression had reminded him of himself, though Naruto still didn’t have much of a grasp on his past so he couldn’t really understand what that meant.
All he did know was that Haru seemed to be extremely intelligent, which could only spell trouble in the distant future if he decided to turn his efforts to pranking people.
The park was a large, open expanse, with a playground area on one side and an expansive field on the other; both separated by a seating area consisting of several benches and tables, and sometimes the odd fast food vendor.
Taking a seat at one of the more isolated benches, Naruto allowed his mind to wander for a while. Haru was far too young to really interact with anyone, so he continued to regard his surroundings as his father thought.
The blond had come to understand his feelings for Kakashi when Haru was around a month old. They’d finally gotten him to sleep, and instead of heading straight to bed as they usually did, they’d decided to sit around and converse for a while in the sitting room.
Conversation had started out with small talk, as it usually did. But after a while they turned to more private topics, and Kakashi eventually shared a few stories from his time in the ANBU. Nothing serious, just a few funny stories about how his colleague walked in on another colleague, or when he’d been there to deal with the clean-up after one of Naruto’s particularly messy pranks.
“You must have so many stories to tell.” He’d remarked once their conversation lulled. “Do you talk about them a lot?”
There had been a brief moment where Kakashi’s face had hardened slightly, but the seriousness vanished almost as soon as it had appeared.
“Nope.” He’d replied. “You’re actually the only person I’ve shared these stories with.”
At that moment, knowing that the jounin had trusted him with something he’d trusted no one else with… it had really meant a lot to Naruto. The casual happiness he’d usually felt during their random conversations had melted away, only to be replaced with something far stronger. A vision popped into his head, a fantasy of sorts, where his sensei had suddenly lowered his mask and pressed his lips to Naruto’s. In the next moment, it was gone, and the teen was left confused beyond belief at what he’d just seen.
After excusing himself to bed not long after that, Naruto had spent the night contemplating what he’d seen and felt during that moment, and came to the conclusion that he was crushing on Kakashi. But even now, four months after that had happened, the blond still denied those feelings as best he could. Every time a fantasy popped into his head, no matter how good it felt, he would quash it with a saddened frown and turn his mind to something else.
‘He wouldn’t feel that way about me.’ He stubbornly thought to himself as he watched a group of kids not much younger than him kicking a ball to one another. ‘He’s just doing his duty as a sensei and as a godfather, that’s all.’
Somebody sat next to Naruto, breaking him from his thoughts. He glanced to his side with a startled expression, pulling Haru close to him, only to see a gentle smile beaming at him from behind a wide scar and a high ponytail. Iruka.
“Well I’d heard the rumours, but I wasn’t sure what to think.” The chuunin remarked, not a trace of ill intent in his voice. “It seems the part about you having a son is true though!”
The teen hesitated for a moment, carefully considering the options he had. He could engage in conversation with his old teacher, but that would mean explaining the whole story about Haru, or he could ignore him or feign being busy, and risk him being hurt. A tough decision.
It wasn’t a tough decision, actually. Naruto knew that he could trust Iruka - after all, he’d taken a fuuma shuriken to the back just to save his life before. The blond was the container to the same bijuu that had killed Iruka’s parents, and yet he’d still stood in the line of fire for him when it really mattered. No, Naruto could trust Iruka with his life, and by proxy he could also trust Iruka with Haru’s life too.
“It’s been a while, Iruka-sensei!” He grinned. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
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Kakashi actually let out a sigh of relief as he collapsed onto his bed, heavy eyelids drifting closed as he revelled in the silence that followed Naruto’s departure.
“Just try to get some sleep when you can, sensei… For me? Please?”
The jounin had to let out a bitter laugh at that. Oh, the irony of that statement. If only the teen knew exactly what it was that kept him up at night.
He hadn’t really been lying when he said that being well-trained resulted in being overly alert all the time, but then he’d also not told the whole truth when he’d said it either. While that had been the main cause for his sleeplessness during the first few weeks since Naruto moved in, as a shinobi he’d easily adapted to the new arrangements. Not even three weeks later he had been able to tone out the sound of Naruto’s snoring as if it was any old ambient noise, and his sleep was perfectly normal.
But that had all changed when he found himself sharing stories he’d never spoken of before.
There had been suspicions beforehand, of course. Spending time around Naruto gave way to a happiness that had long been missing in his black-and-white life. After so many losses in his life, Kakashi had resigned himself to the fact that he would never really feel normal again. He’d joined the ANBU knowing full well that they would show him how to erase his emotions, even if it was only for the sake of the mission at hand. All of the hatred and sorrow was stored away with every mission he took, only appearing for long enough that he could do what needed to be done, and then it would be locked away once more.
It would all be locked away for longer and longer, until one day it just never came back. He spent his life in a constant cycle of S-rank mission after S-rank mission, returning to his home only for long enough to wash the blood from his uniform before going straight to the mission desk and taking another. Eventually he became so devoid of emotion that he was little more than a shell of his former self, only ever displaying the emotions he thought everyone wanted to see.
On the outside he was aloof, lazy and laid back. Carefree. But on the inside he was empty. It wouldn’t have taken much to unlock those emotions, but what was the point when they were all negative anyway? It was easier to leave them where they were, continue fighting for the good of his village rather than for the good of his ideals. The only time he’d ever really felt anything was lust when he made it to a particularly raunchy scene of Icha Icha. But it wasn’t like he could even pleasure himself during those times, as the face of his long-dead teammate and would-be crush would pop into his mind and his locked emotions would slip and crash down.
Then Naruto came along.
Naruto with his loud proclamations and his sheepish grin. Every carefully constructed wall crumbled to pieces in front of this teen, inspiring emotions Kakashi had long thought dead within him. At first it had just been a comfort to see his sensei’s face again, even if it was not quite the same. But the emotions had grew.
When Naruto had asked him to be Haru’s godfather, his heart had felt as though it was going to burst with joy. It had taken a lot of concentration to prevent the tears of joy from running down his face at that one moment. He resolved, right there and then, never to allow any harm to come of him, nor of Haru.
It hadn’t been immediately obvious to him then, but it certainly was now. With every passing day Kakashi fell further for Naruto, tumbling head-over-heels into a happiness he wished would never end. He’d lost track of the times he’d desperately wished that he could just kiss him, that he could show the teen how he felt.
But he knew, deep within his heart, that that could never happen.
Naruto was his student. No familial titles would change that. His feelings were wrong. They were perverse and horrible and there was no way Naruto could feel that way about someone who was nearly twice his age.
It hurt Kakashi to think about that concept, but it was better than fooling himself into believing that he ever stood a chance with him. They were a generation apart, and that’s how it would remain.
He’d felt similarly for Obito too, when he’d still been alive. Perhaps a little less strongly than he did for Naruto, but then there was no comparison with who he’d been then and who he was now. Obviously he was just trying to push his feelings for Obito on to Naruto because of their similarities. Not because he felt for Naruto, right?
It didn’t bear thinking about, really. But then he couldn’t stop himself, just like he couldn’t stop the turmoil within him.
Before he’d even realised what was happening, thoughts of perversion and wrongness turned to fantasies and happy memories and Kakashi fell to sleep, his dreams filled with Naruto’s face.
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It’s 2am for me right now, so please don’t mind how iffy the last few paragraphs get. My mind has had me stubbornly writing even when I want to go to sleep, literally just because writing fanfiction is practically an addiction and I crave the satisfaction of getting to the end of a chapter. Plus it’s nice to upload a chapter and go straight to sleep, then wake up to nice reviews and comments in the morning.
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