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The Weasel's Cub	By : Macabre_Facsimile Category: Naruto > General Views: 13211 -:- 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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I’ve written and rewritten the first several paragraphs so many times now, I’ve lost count. I can’t seem to come up with anything that sounds right, so I’m afraid for the flashback scene it’s going to be choppy and not written very well. It’s not something I intend to make a habit out of, but if I stick to this one scene for any longer I will burn out for sure, and it’ll be a lot longer before you get this chapter.
Wrote a lot of this chapter in a sleep-deprived state so beware spelling or grammar errors. I know, I know, I should have slept… but when you’re drastically overdue for a chapter update and the mood strikes, there’s not a lot that can be done really, is there?
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The sun had begun to sink below the horizon, painting the door with a soft orange glow. Naruto smiled as he let himself into Kakashi’s apartment, doing his best not to make too much noise lest he wake Haru. Sunset was always such a peaceful time of day.
The teen looked into his sensei’s room as he passed by, allowing his smile to soften as he spotted the head of silver hair peeking out from underneath the covers. So he’d listened to Naruto’s advice, it seemed. Naruto placed Haru into his cot with practiced ease, making sure not to jostle him too much, but even as the bandage was removed from his eye, the five-month-old slept soundly.
With everyone else asleep, it seemed that Naruto would have some time to himself for a while. In all honesty he was happy with that – it would allow him some time to reflect on his conversation with Iruka.
[flashback]
“There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
Before the teacher could respond, he gently placed Haru into his arms and watched with cautious amusement as panic flickered across his face for a moment before he regained his composure. His arms wrapped around the baby instinctively as he relied on his mission experience, trying to remember how he used to do this during babysitting missions.
Oh, right. He had been the one to cook and clean, his teammates had been the ones actually taking care of the baby.
Once he was happy that he wasn’t about to drop his new cargo, Iruka took a moment to send a bewildered look towards his former student.
“This is Haru.” The blond stated in answer to his silent question. “He was conceived on the day of the old man’s funeral.”
If the teacher had noticed the way he skirted around that explanation, or the distinct sense of discomfort he felt as he said it, he didn’t mention it.
“But that’s… eight months ago, right?” Iruka asked. “That doesn’t make sense.”
The teen looked around for a moment, regarding the people around him. There were a couple of people who could be within hearing distance, and he really didn’t want to take that chance. He stood up, taking Haru back as Iruka followed suit.
“Hey sensei, want to go get some ramen?”
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Once they’d arrived and ordered - which had been a task in itself as Ayame had begun fawning over Haru – the two sat down and began to talk.
“Haru is five months old, now.” Naruto told him. “He was born three months after he was conceived.”
The scarred man frowned, clearly trying to work out how something like that could happen. He was about to ask when their food arrived, cutting off any questions he had been about to voice as they both turned to eat.
Naruto, having finished his food with record speed as usual, poured a little bit of broth into a cup and waited for it to cool, before passing it to Haru.
“He moved onto solid foods really quickly.” The teen explained, spotting Iruka’s confusion. “I thought I’d see if he likes ramen as much as I do. Looks like he does!”
Silence reigned for a few more moments as the teacher ate, before Naruto spoke up once more.
“My fast healing skills contributed to him being born so fast.” He began. “But because of the jutsu used, he’s also merged a little bit with the fox, so he grew three times as fast as he should have inside of me.”
Iruka choked suddenly, having just taken a bite of his ramen when the blond had dropped that bombshell. It took several minutes for him to stop himself coughing for long enough to stare incredulously at his former student.
“You mean to say- ugh- that you gave birth to Haru!?” He exclaimed, voice rising several octaves before he caught himself and lowered it to a mutter. “That’s just… I mean, how!?”
“He used a forbidden jutsu that gave me everything I needed.”
Iruka sat for a while, simply absorbing the information as he finished the last of his ramen. There were so many questions running through his head that he had to take a moment to just sort through them, determining which ones he should ask first.
“So… you said he merged with the fox?” He asked, having settled on the most pressing question. “He doesn’t look like it.”
Naruto nodded.
“Tsunade’s theory is that he’s grown the same way as the trees that chakra paper comes from.” He explained. “He’s like a natural jinchuuriki, because his chakra coils developed while the fox’s was flowing through them. Their chakra is beginning to fuse together as Haru grows, apparently. Seems like he’s going to be really powerful.”
“And you… you’re sure he’s not going to be influenced at all?”
It was an obvious question, but Iruka still felt bad about vocalising it. After all, this was Naruto’s flesh and blood he was looking at, and he’d just insinuated that he might turn into a demon.
“Well this is completely new ground. Nobody knows what might happen when he grows up – he might just be completely normal. Well, his eye is a little different but other than that he’s fine as far as I can see.”
“He seems really alert for a five-month-old.” Iruka remarked thoughtfully. “He kind of reminds me of… uhm, never mind.”
The sudden halt served to catch Naruto’s attention, and he raised an eyebrow.
“Reminds you of who?” He asked, but Iruka shook his head. “You know I’m not going to let this go until you tell me, right?”
“Okay, alright. Fine.” The teacher groaned. “When I was younger, like really young, I remember visiting the Uchiha district with my parents. I think I was six at the time.”
“T-the Uchihas?”
Iruka took note of the way Naruto’s voice caught, but figuring it was because of the whole issue with Sasuke he let it go.
“Yes, more specifically we were visiting the clan heads. Sasuke’s parents. Sasuke wasn’t even born then of course, but his brother was around a year old. Have you heard of Itachi Uchiha?”
The teen didn’t respond, so he continued.
“Well, even as a toddler, Itachi was really quiet and thoughtful. When he looked at you it was like there was an adult staring back at you, even when he was so tiny. I remember it really well because his mother, Mikoto was cooking and knocked a knife off the counter. It nearly went right into my shoulder, but Itachi saw and pulled me to the ground. His reflexes were so fast, no one even realised until the knife hit the floor.”
The teacher turned to Naruto, only to realise with a start that the blond was staring at him, the blood having drained from his face. Even Haru seemed to have noticed the tension in his father’s shoulders, as he looked to be on the verge of crying as he looked between them.
“Hey, are you okay?” He asked, panic beginning to form in the pit of his stomach. He placed a hand on the teen’s shoulder, two fingers stretching to press against his neck. The chuunin’s concern grew as he realised Naruto’s pulse was racing. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”
Naruto swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath as if to dispel the sudden unease that had washed over him.
“I’m fine, don’t worry.” He replied weakly, receiving a deadpan stare in return. “Seriously. I was just… shocked that you said he looks like Itachi.”
Iruka’s eyes seemed like they were about to pop out of his head as he came to the wrong conclusion.
“Oh! Oh gosh, I’m sorry – I didn’t mean for it to sound like that!” He exclaimed. “I wasn’t trying to say Haru would grow up and… well, do what Itachi did. I’m sure he wouldn’t be like that, I just-“
“It’s okay, sensei. That’s not what I meant.”
In that instant, all of the apprehension about what had happened to Naruto melted away, and he suddenly felt more confident than he had in a long time. Well, confident and a little numb inside.
“It’s just that… Itachi is Haru’s father. Well, his other one. I didn’t really have a choice at the time, if you know what I mean.” The blond stated with a straight face. It was incredibly surprising to hear himself say it with so much clarity, given that only a few months ago he’d been unable to even think about it. “But in a perverse way I’m almost glad it happened- wait, no. No I’m not glad. But I know that if it wasn’t for what happened, I wouldn’t have a family like I do now. I mean I’d still have you, and you’re like a father to me or something, but I wouldn’t have Kakashi or Haru. Not like now. Kakashi would probably still just be that annoyingly late guy who makes us do stupid D-ranks.”
As he spoke, he observed the emotions flitting across Iruka’s face. Confusion, then anger as he realised what Naruto meant. Then sadness. Then surprise and affection as the teen referred to him as a father figure. Then it morphed back into sadness as everything sunk in.
“He forced himself upon you.” The chuunin muttered. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, sensei.”
That was a command, not a request.
“It’s not your fault that it happened. It’s no one’s fault except his.” He continued. “But what happened is in the past, and there’s no way to change the past, right? I should know that better than everyone. But what we can do is make sure that this little boy gets the life he deserves.”
Iruka shared a small smile with his student, his words bringing a strange sense of affection.
“That being said, I think we’re going to have to start training him early if he starts utilising that chakra.” The teen mused, the subject change serving to clear the darkened mood.
“You’ve named one of the strongest active shinobi in the whole of fire country as his godfather. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
Naruto raised an eyebrow at that, not really believing him.
“For real? I thought Kakashi was just another jounin. Is he really that powerful?”
“It’s not my place to tell you his story. Well, what little I know of it anyway. But I do know that in the time I’ve spent working at the mission desk, there have been times where that madman has taken two or three S-ranked missions in a row. No, really! He would get back, report to the hokage and immediately take another mission.”
Such an admission only served to deepen the respect Naruto had for his sensei. Not that he needed it of course.
“He’s super cool, isn’t he!” He exclaimed happily. “Every day I learn something new.”
“You!? Learn something new? I never thought I’d see the day!”
“Rude!”
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[End Flashback]
Before he could realise what was happening, Naruto had fallen asleep. His reminiscence of the day in passing had morphed into an unexpected dream, where a tall jounin with silver hair stood with Haru in his arms, staring at the setting sun before them.
Kakashi turned to him, handing the baby over to him with a hidden smile before picking him up bridal-style with a flourish. And then they were moving. Faster, faster, until the world was little more than a blur around them. But Kakashi’s eye remained trained on his cargo, watching over him with a mix of affection and happiness.
He planted a kiss onto Naruto’s forehead, the feeling of cloth on skin vivid against the dull air around them. The teen closed his eyes, relishing the moment before the scene changed, and he was no longer holding Haru in his arms.
Suddenly he was laid on his back, the gentle kiss to his forehead replaced with a roaming hand removing his shirt, tracing his abs with slim fingers. Affection turned to lust as blue eyes opened to reveal a pale face, chiselled and strong, with a frame of soft black hair.
Such a face was so similar… and yet there were so many distinct differences. Sasuke loomed over him; pure need rolling off him in contagious waves. Naruto was helpless as those hands, those beautiful fingers so similar to Itachi’s and yet so different tugged at his waistband, taking those pants oh-so-gently down and throwing them to the side, leaving him exposed in little more than boxers and a vest.
Sasuke opened his mouth, but the words that tumbled forth were not his own.
“I’m about to come, Naruto.”
Panic.
The face staring down at him vanished, the world twisting out of focus as he was flipped on to his stomach. The air seemed to leave his lungs as Naruto found himself in a horribly familiar position, but no matter how many times he tried to scream, no sound escaped his lips.
“It’s just a dream.”
He tried to lash out, clawing at the dirt, desperate to at least push the attacker away, but strong hands held his arms in place. The teen could feel Itachi convulsing above him, feel the way his hot semen filled him up, but nothing he did would remove him from the scene. A numbness began to wash over him, a horrible emptiness as Itachi pulled out of him.
A cool hand was pressed to his forehead, and Naruto bared his teeth as he tried to slap it away. He caught hold of some kind of fabric, pulling at it with a tug, but it came away easily. Still the hand persisted, and a comforting voice appeared out of nowhere.
“Come on, Naruto. You can do this.” The voice soothed. “It’s just a dream.”
Everything around him snapped to black.
“Wake up.”
Naruto’s eyes flew open, revealing a room that looked very much like his own. No, scratch that – it was his own.
There was a damp hand pressed to his forehead. The hand was attached to an arm, and the arm…
The gasp that the teen had been able to bury in his waking moments flew forth as he took in the person before him… and his distinct lack of clothing.
The man had a good-looking torso, with bulging muscles that were just perfectly toned, which flexed with every slight movement. A damp towel was wrapped around his waist, saving the teen from getting an eyeful, but he couldn’t help the way his eyes scanned up and down this body.
Naruto’s breath hitched as he looked up, locking eyes with perhaps the most handsome man he’d ever seen. He ran his hand over the man’s strong jaw in a sleep-fogged daze, thumb reaching out to press against the small mole that blemished the right side of his chin. There was a startled expression planted on this man’s face, but Naruto found himself drawn more to the way many droplets of water ran in rivulets down his cheek, dripping from the silvery hair that nearly covered his eyes- wait.
Silver hair.
The blond snatched his hand back as the finally woke up enough to register just who it was he was looking at.
“Ka- Kakashi?”
The startled expression melted away to be replaced with a tilted, if a little apprehensive smile. The jounin stood up, careful to ensure that the towel remained firmly around his waist, but that only served to deepen Naruto’s blush as he caught himself gazing at the flexing muscles once more.
“Sorry, I was just… well I saw you asleep on the sofa so I carried you back here, and… I went for a shower but I heard you having a nightmare, so I-“
“I-it’s okay, sensei.” The teen cut him off, noting with mild amusement that he’d never heard Kakashi stutter before. Even from across the room he could see the pink tinge that adorned his cheeks, no doubt mirroring his own.
He moved to scratch the back of his head, only to realise he had a smaller towel grasped in his hand.
“Oh… did I…?” Naruto asked, not really needing to elaborate further as Kakashi nodded. “Ah… sorry about that.”
“That’s okay, just… don’t tell anyone, alright?”
He flicked the towel over to his sensei, who caught it easily and fixed it back onto his face. The blond thought he caught a sigh of relief, but he couldn’t be too sure.
“Of course. What time is it anyway?”
It seemed that Kakashi was much more confident with his face covered once more.
“It’s just past sunrise.” He replied coolly. “I’m going to get dressed and make some food, anyway. Are you hungry?”
“…Actually, I think I’m going to go for a walk… I mean, if you’re okay with holding on to Haru for a few hours?” The teen rambled. “It’s just that walking helps me to feel better when I’ve had a nightmare, ya know? It gives me time to think.”
He could see his sensei’s gaze soften slightly.
“That’s fine, I don’t have anything to do today.”
The jounin turned to leave, but caught himself mid-way and looked back over his shoulder at Naruto.
“You know, if you need someone to talk to about… well, about anything really, I’m always here for you. I think you’d be surprised how good of a listener I can be.”
“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.”
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[Thirty minutes later]
The teen stopped abruptly, eyes moving over to a strangely empty patch of land. He’d been walking almost non-stop, so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t bothered to look where he was going until a strange glint of metal randomly caught his eye.
The patch of land was rough and overgrown, uncut grass growing between the cracks of paving stones and reaching half a meter into the sky. It provided a start contrast to its surroundings, most of which were relatively new-looking houses with pristine lawns and sturdy fences. Naruto could see the strange glint more or less in the centre of the area, and eventually his curiosity got the better of him and he decided to check it out.
He was perhaps three meters away from his strange find when he tripped over a hidden rock, promptly falling face first onto the ground with a groan. Looking back, the blond spotted what looked like the remains of a wall, little more than a few inches remaining.
‘Just what happened here?’
As Naruto reached the source of the light, he noticed that the grass had thinned out, creating a sort of empty platform consisting of nine paving stones, with a metal emblem stuck right into the centre of them. It was circular but with lots of points, kind of like a saw blade, with a simple swirl in the middle. Naruto let out a laugh as he realised it looked sort of like the fishcakes he shared a name with. He reached down to it with the intention of seeing if it could be removed, but his movement was stopped as a splatter of blood dripped from his nose, splashing onto the stone below him.
Apparently his nose had taken the brunt of the fall.
Once more Naruto reached towards the emblem- only this time the platform he was standing on began to move! He quickly jumped away from the stones, watching in awe as they started to slide away from him, vanishing inside of some hidden compartment and revealing a simple wooden ladder leading into what looked like a basement.
Sparing only enough time to check that there was no one watching, Naruto steeled himself and began to make his way down the ladder. It only reached a few meters down, but even such a small distance still served to drastically lower the amount of light within the small room.
The first thing that caught his eye was a piece of string dangling from the ceiling. The teen pulled on it experimentally, realising with a sigh of relief that it lit a few torches.
The basement was about the same size as his bedroom back at his old apartment. A shelf lined one wall, positively stacked with books and scrolls, and on the opposite wall, the one which the ladder was leaning against, a small door was set into the stone. The door wouldn’t budge though, so Naruto moved on to the desk that stood in the middle of the room. It was relatively tidy, with several inkwells and calligraphy pens set to one side and a few blank pieces of paper strewn across it in no particular order.
There was a set of three small drawers set into the desk, and Naruto checked each one in turn. The first held several bottles of ink, pens, pencils, lots of different types of paper and several yellowed tags with strange icons on them. Nothing of interest. The second drawer didn’t really hold anything interesting either – there were lots of scraps of wood, metal and plastic within it, some with little squiggly lines carved into them, some with ink markings and some that were completely blank.
The third drawer caught Naruto’s eye, particularly as it didn’t have a handle as the other two did; but instead was embellished with another “fishcake” icon. An idea struck him and, remembering how the basement had opened in the first place, he smeared a bit of the blood from his nose on to the metal.
For a moment it didn’t respond, and Naruto found himself feeling a little stupid for ever thinking it would actually work. But then, as if by magic, the drawer jumped forward slightly, providing enough room for him to pull it open.
The only thing that the drawer contained was a small plush toy which was shaped like a frog holding a toy scroll. The teen picked it up with a frown, wondering why something so simple was so well protected. The little ‘scroll’ had the word “chakra” set into the top and of course, given the success of his previous ideas, Naruto decided to try channelling chakra into the toy.
Almost immediately the little lid popped open, and the blond could see a real scroll nestled inside. Fishing it out with little effort, he looked it over- and almost dropped it as he spotted the wax seal that had been placed on there, with a name carved intricately into it.
His name.
Naruto unfurled the scroll with trembling hands, almost dropping it once more as he did. His heartbeat began to race as he read through it… and then read through it again. The teen’s eyes slid up and down the page several times in disbelief, before he placed it back in its container and abruptly left the basement in a daze, barely even noticing how the paving stones closed behind him.
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The blond walked quickly, this time knowing exactly where he was going. The frog plush was clutched tightly in his hand, almost as though he was scared that it would disappear if he let it go.
It didn’t take long for Naruto to arrive at the shinobi memorial, which was fortunately empty. He had no wish to explain himself right now. The teen strode over to the stone, sitting cross-legged before it. His fingers reached out to trace a name carved into it as his other hand pulled out the scroll, reading through it once more as if expecting the words to change.
Dear Naruto,
I truly hope that I am writing this scroll in vain, because if you’re reading this… well, the chances are it means I’m no longer around. You see, this scroll is sort of a message to you, in case anything ever happens to me. And obviously if you’re reading it, then I’ve written it for good reason. But I hope not.
Ah, I’m sorry. I’m rambling a little bit. Let me start this properly.
My name is Minato Namikaze, and I’ve just been given some wonderful news. My girlfriend, Kushina Uzumaki, has just told me that I’m going to be a father. More specifically, I’m going to be your father. Welcome to the family, Naruto!
If Kushina found me writing this, I’m sure she’d hit me upside the head and tell me to stop being morbid. But the life of a shinobi is one wrought with danger; especially when you’re the hokage, and I want to be sure that I’ll have a way to speak to you no matter what happens.
The basement in which you found this scroll just so happens to be my secret training facility. Kushina and I are the only people who know about this basement, and only those with Uzumaki or Namikaze blood or chakra will ever be able to gain entrance. I’ve set up multiple different high-powered protection seals on this room, so that even if our whole house is destroyed, this will remain, hidden to the public eye until it is found by you.
If you’re reading this, everything here now belongs to you, including the house and the plot of land it sits on. We have also been saving up our money for years, and every single ryo that we haven’t used has gone straight into a private account, which has been set up so that only you may access it, and only if you know about it. The accountant I set it up with is a trusted friend, the details of whom I have included on the reverse of this scroll.
Now, on to the basement itself. Every jutsu I have ever created, learned or experimented with is documented on those shelves, including my most famous jutsu, the hiraishin. There are also books on how to become a seal master, and even some sealing techniques that we were able to salvage in Uzushio. Every book and scroll has been sealed so that only your chakra will open it; as has the door with you’ve no doubt found locked if you’ve inherited any of our motivation.
Behind that door is… well actually, I’ll leave that for you to discover yourself. I hope you enjoy it – consider it a present for however many special moments we’ve missed since our passing.
Take care, my boy. If you’re reading this scroll, know that your mom and I love you so, so much. We’ll be sure to watch over you, to see you grow into the wonderful man that I’m sure you’ll become. This is goodbye, with lots of love from your mom and dad.
PS: If you happen to meet Kakashi, see if you can get a glimpse of his face. Even with the hiraishin I could never seem to catch him off-guard!
The teen allowed himself a grin as he read it yet again. So the fourth was his father, huh… at first he was completely shocked by that revelation, but now he was absolutely elated! Minato Namikaze was a hokage! All of a sudden his motivation to become hokage was suddenly so much more understandable now.
But as soon as the warmth had begun to fill his heart, it quickly vanished again.
If it was true, and his parents had been watching… how would they have felt watching what he went through?
Naruto shook his head. There was no point thinking about that now. He traced the names once more, finger running across each letter in turn.
“I’ll make you both proud.” He muttered to the sky. “So keep watching over me.”
“Oh, how touching.”
Naruto turned, startled from his thoughts by the voice. He’d been concentrating so little that he didn’t even recognise who it was- until he found himself face to face with the one man he’d tried his hardest to forget about for the past eight months.
No.
No no no no no. Not again.
Naruto’s mouth opened and closed multiple times as he tried to find his voice. After several attempts, he was finally able to croak out a single word, which carried terror and panic with it in a way that words rarely could.
“Itachi.”
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I answered a comment earlier today by responding to every point and suggestion, but taking the answers and placing them all in the wrong order so a degree of guesswork would need to be involved to work out which pertained to which point. Well, to that commenter -I honestly didn’t mean to write a chapter that answered almost all of your questions in one sitting! But everything just flowed together perfectly! Thank you for your suggestions though; it’s made writing this chapter a whole lot easier since there have been so many ideas running through my head besides the plot plan I’ve already written out.
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