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Another Perfect Wonder	By : jaded_priceless Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 10015 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Iruka held his breath as she allowed the anthropod to crawl along her fingers before setting it on the ground. She waited until the insect reached the safety of Iruka’s hem before stomping her foot as though she were crushing something beneath the heavy boot.

“Little one, we must always be careful of the things that are precious to us. Too bad we can’t put them in a fortress and lock them up,” She mused cryptically patting Iruka on the head and disappearing in a nostalgic flash of lightning.

Iruka was trembling when he carried the snow back in. The spider residing behind his ear one wasn’t one of his. The ones he’d summoned were smaller. She’d given him a spider and told him something precious was locked in a fortress.

He waited until the spider went to sleep and made sure there were no other signs of chakra before consulting the scroll on which he’d merged his mother’s and Tsunade’s maps. Sure enough 30 miles to the north there was a blank spot. Blank spots generally meant avoid the area.

He took the risk of loosening his mother’s clan map and the area that was blank on the other maps was labeled Cobweb Forest. All shinobi regardless of village placed certain protections on their dwellings and most families shared basic techniques. He gathered each chakra strengthened section of wood from his great-grandmother’s store and began making seals.

After getting no results he bit his fingers and pressed it against the wood. A few drops of blood later the wood began to shimmer, “Kai.”

He had barely whispered the signal for a genjutsu release when a map showing a fortress appeared as well as how to navigate the tunnels beneath the store to reach the Cobweb forest.

“No, no, no, no, no.” Iruka muttered wiping the blood from the wood and reactivating the jutsu with he no longer believed was a simple childhood prayer - the same prayer taught to him by his mother who learned it from her mother. A prayer that promised it would seal out the monsters and protect everything. The same prayer he still used to set the traps at his home and had taught to Naruto and several other orphans.

The same prayer he’d imagined he heard when he spent the night in Giha.

“This can not be happening. This can not be happening,” Iruka rationalized. The first day they’d met Tetsuryuu had asked about his mother, Ryuuko. He originally thought it was a coincidence both of their names contained Ryuu and were written with the same kanji for dragon.

He was no longer able to dismiss the fact she’d called his father a foreign ninja and was happy when he stood up to her to protect his mother’s honor. She’d told him she hoped he found the one he was looking for.

She patted him on his head and called him little one and stroked his scar. The only person to have done all of those things simultaneously had been his mother. Then there was the spider and hint about a fortress - a fortress in the middle of the Cobweb forest where legend said to stay away because it was full of Killers.

Iruka opened the least offensive bottle of shinobi’s bane and began to clean. He had too many unanswered questions and way too much nervous energy. Several hours later he’d solidified his plan and fell into a fitful sleep.

The next morning Iruka didn’t bother with a bath or any form of clean up. He ate breakfast and dressed in layers of dirty clothes. He needed his scent unhindered if his plan had any chance of working. He opened all the doors and window to the shack and poured the pitch into one of the smaller pots he’d taken from Giha; cookery that size was common at the ruins and easily replaced.

He used a spatula to scrape the edges of the container and making sure all of the sticky substance went into the pot before setting it on the hearth. He watched the pot closely stirring occasionally to test the goo for looseness. Once it reached the desired consistency he began patching the walls of his temporary residence.

He’d been sent to the area to deliver Kakashi’s winter vaccinations. It was entirely possible the man had been caught and was unable to escape due to illness. If that were the case he may need to hide Kakashi in the cabin. The many gaps in the walls made it all too convenient for his watchers to peep in not to mention hard to keep heat in.

Once the cracks in the inner walls were closed he placed the pot containing the sealant in a larger container and carried it outside to mend the outer walls. He worked slowly deliberately allowing the mess to cool and taking it inside and reheating it before building a fire outside using one cord of the pear wood.

Even with the turtleneck pulled over his neck and the scarf around his face, the pungent scent of wood and tar was enough to turn his stomach. He took frequent breaks; removing his makeshift mask, coughing and fanning his nose for more oxygen. The longer he took the better chances of the scent spreading throughout the forest.

He had quite a bit of tar left over after sealing the shack so like a good tenant he decided to do Mama-san a favor. There were several fruit and nut trees surrounding the cabins so he used the extra to paint the bottom of their trunks.

He knew it was normally done in the spring to prevent insect infestation, but doing it early wouldn’t harm them. The trees were old and the bark was thick enough to withstand the warm tar for the brief amount of time it took for the temperature to cool it.

He said a prayer and painted a zodiac symbol at each one thanking the guardians of the forest for watching over him and the tree for their fruit. As he covered the symbol with more tar he said a prayer for protection.

He overheard one of the ninja watching over him say it was nice to see someone still followed the old ways and respected nature, completely unaware the zodiac seal and prayer masked the jutsu Iruka was casting for his own protection.

He slept in his clothes that night. The shack was still cold from going all day with the windows and doors open. When he awoke the next morning, the day the Snow and Cloud Shinobi would be leaving to return to their homes he didn’t bother with a bath and after a quick meal of rice balls immediately started working.

He dragged the large cauldron of wood soaked in pine cleaner outside. He began chanting and then set its contents on fire when he felt the eyes of one of his watchers boring down on him. He danced around the flames then stuck two pieces of the pear wood into the fire. Once they were lit he knocked them together to extinguish the flames and began leaping and waving them in the air.

Once the perfume of the pear smoke began to reach nauseating levels he screamed and dropped to his knees. He pressed his forehead to the ground, arms extended with a smoking log in each fist. He staked the wood into the ground then pulled his hand in steeple position in front of his face then lowered them to his chest. Once they were covered by his body he formed the beginning seals for a barrier jutsu.

He screamed what would have been an impressive battle cry before dropping his voice to low mutter and resuming his chant. He grabbed the oversized incense, sprung to his feet and punched the closest corner of the house with both fist. He then ran to the closest tree on the opposite corner of the house and punched them with both fist as well. He turned and ran full speed to the farthest corner of the house punched it then raced to the opposite tree.

By the time Iruka finished blood ran freely from his hands and all of the surrounding trees and the walls had bits of skin, blood and flesh imbedded in them. The first jutsu was set. His audience had grown from the normal four man squad to a group of ten.

Iruka placed the smoking logs into the ground and once again prostrated himself. He rose, walked to the outer trees and once again prostrated himself. He placed his forehead on the ground and buried his fingers in a tall snow drift where two blood trails intersected.

He warbled several jutsu in a language made up as a communication project by his first year students while making the accompanying seals. The snow hid his finger movements and absorbed the chakra he was emitting. Once the blood soaked through the snow it would mix with the chakra and activate the blood trails to form a double barrier.

Iruka removed his hands from the snow, pressed them against his forehead and slid them down his body as he rose to standing position. He turned his torso to the right, simultaneously raising his right knee and both hands. When his elbow formed an upwards right angle and his right leg formed a downward right angle he sang a single note. His voice rang true and clear in spite of all the running and chanting he’d done as the “AAA” rippled through the trees.

Half way through the note he flexed his wrist and ankle. When the note ended he clapped his hands and lowered his raised foot in melodic stomp and a deliberate shake of his hips. He then turned to the left and repeated his actions instead crying “OOO” when it came to the vocal part and replacing the hip shake with a slow and deliberate pelvic grind.

He sped up and threw in a leap for good measure when he heard giggles overhead. It didn’t take long for his elaborate movements and cries to reach the frantic pace of the Konoha rite of passage commonly known as “If you date an Aburame, you better not cheat on your lover”.

“Leave him.”

“What?”

“Leave him. That crazy civilian is finally doing something entertaining.”

“About damn time.” the Cloud ninja grumbled withdrawing his fist from the lump he’d been punching to follow the Snow ninja sent to retrieve him.

After working up a good sweat from running, jumping, and screaming through the forest Iruka began stripping. Once he was completely naked he dropped to the ground and rolled around in the snow. He put on his outer layers and tied his sweaty thermal underwear to his legs and began walking in another large circle around the hunting lodge.

One thing he’d learned from Sandaime was that any bodily fluid can be used to set a jutsu. Blood was the strongest and most readily available so it was the most commonly used. This time he clapped his hand rhythmically while singing the names of all the gods, demons, and Chinese zodiac. Another jutsu was set.

Iruka slowly made his way back to the hunting lodge. He brought out a shovel and dug eight holes around his temporary shelter and filled them with his wet smelly underwear and the remaining pear and hickory wood. He added the ashes from the wood soaked in pine cleaner and let the smoldering bits ignite the others.

The damp clothing and snow would ensure the fire would burn slowly and generate a lot of smoke. The cool winter breeze would spread his scent and the wood mixture throughout the forest and confuse any tracker. He mixed the names of his students and friends along with those of his ancestors and lowered his head.

His made up New Year’s Ritual attracted most of the Cloud and Snow Shinobi that remained in the area. He heard a few giggles or snorts but he’d felt their chakras rippling in amusement as it brushed against his for the past several hours. He was tired but his seemingly random burst of chakra had served their purpose.

It had mingled with theirs to the point it was familiar and unthreatening. By now his scent had become familiar. A few more moments of exposure to the pungent smoke and they wouldn’t be able to smell a rotten egg beneath their own noses. All he had to do was hold their attention.

He’d wagered they’d never heard the national anthem of Konoha as it was sung by a drunken trio composed of Tsunade, Rock Lee, and Hinata.
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