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How Orphan Boys Play

Perception Part 2

There are a few things
that a certain green athlete is weak against; a pretty face, a
challenge, and an adorable little Brother. Just before summer break,
Lee had begun training for the Annual Konoha High Race. The event
wasn't until the end of the next school year but when Lee heard they
lowered the age acceptance rate, he couldn't think of a reason not to
start training now. Being able to enter early wasn't the only
motivation for Rock Lee, he also had someone he needed to impress
someone. He just couldn't wait. The competition alone was an
adrenaline boost because Itachi Uchiha was making a return to the
circuit. The Uchiha was practically famous; an early graduate after
being skipped ahead nearly five years and, even more impressive, the
winner of the Annual Race four years in a row. It must have been
humiliating for the other competitors to lose against someone nearly
ten years younger and two feet shorter. Lee's determination was about
to break through the ceiling and there was something even more
precious to him that was driving his spirit further to win; the
chance to make his baby Brother proud.

Today gave Lee a small
glimmer of that ray of hope because, his little Brother asked to
train with him. There were tears, prayers of thanks to heavenly Gods,
epic hugs that may or may not have cracked a rib and more tears.
Good thing Gaara has asked early in the morning. This morning
started with the proper routine: up at five-thirty, wake up stretch,
shower, dried, teeth brushed, neatly comb hair and prepare clean
sports gear. Only one, small change; Lee was making breakfast for
two today. Gaara was already up when Lee hopped into the living room.
Tucked away in his little spot under the window against the end of
the couch arm, with his little green book nearly presses against his
little nose. The family colour must be catching on. By six-thirty,
they were fed, outside in the fresh, open air and the two Brothers
were on their way to race their hearts out.

TWO HOURS LATER-

“You.....are
a.......FREAK!” This wasn't the 'proud little Brother, looking
up to the older Brother' image lee had imagined. Instead, his little
Brother was half collapsed on the practice track, looking up at the
Big Brother and gasping like a fish.

“I'm sorry”,
Lee whimpered, sweeping his index finger into the track grit. “I
thought you could keep up” Gaara looked up. The little red
head felt dizzy but didn't have to look far to see his older Brother
crouched to the ground, hugging his knees and looking over the
exhausted pile on bones below.

“You're not
going to cry, are you?” Gaara groaned. Lee was always over
dramatic but when he cried, it was painful to watch. “Look,
it's fine. I was caught off guard, that's all. ” In an attempt
to keep lee from weeping, Gaara rolled on his belly and pushed up on
his elbows. THUMP. Not much luck. That mad sprint took more out of
him that he thought. “Little help here, Lee?”

“What happened
here?” Gaara strained his neck over his shoulder to see another
green giant looking over him. At least this one wasn't whimpering
like a drama Queen. Gaara pointed a heavy finger toward Lee.

“I demand you
check this freak for steroids!” It took all of Big Gai's effort
not to laugh his bowl cut off. He really did have an odd pair of
kids. While one could eat curry until his stomach exploded, the other
could recite a classic novel off the top of his head. It looked like
Gai had found himself in the middle of another attempt by his boys to
try and find something in common. Last week, Lee somehow came up with
the idea of speed reading and ended up with a handful of paper cuts.
Oh well, looks like it was up to Big Gai to save the day, again. He
was really growing fond of the nickname. The proud pose took over;
arms folded, one majestic hand tucked under the firm jaw and the look
of suave confidence that only the most masculine of men can master.
“I was just thinking,”, he said to the young pair, “it's
such a splendid day and you two look like you could do with a treat.
Who's up for ice cream?” Both boys looked up with a sparkle in
their eyes.

“But, it's not
even past nine o'clock yet” Lee suddenly had his nose poked
quite sharply.

“Don't give him a
reason to change his mind,” Gaara warned. “I'll take that
ice-cream” For a moment, Gaara forgot why he was on the ground
and managed to fall flat on his face when he tried to get up. Lee
could have cried. He really did have a soft spot for his little
Brother. When those adorable, smudged eyes looked up so pleadingly,
the older Brother instinct kicked into over drive and hoisted the
little Brother up into a piggy-back. Yeah, Big Gai definitely had an
odd pair for kids but he couldn't be prouder.

The air was hot, even
for this time of the morning. The sun scorched over the ground below
as a cloudless sky failed to provide any cover from the waves of heat
but, it was the perfect excuse to have a cold scoop of sweet summer
cream. The local café was quiet except for a few early birds
catching coffee-to-go before work. It always creeps Lee out to see
this place so quiet when it's normally jumping with students queuing
up for fries, sandwiches and turning four-person tables into
twenty-four. The young waitress at the counter smiled at the familiar
faces and kindly asked what they would be having today.

“ Chocolate for
me, mint for Lee and....” Gai stopped and realised he had no
idea what flavour Gaara liked. It was new chance to strengthen
family bonds. “Gaara, what do you like?” The little red
head took a moment to think, he wasn't even looking into the glass
counter for some reason.

“I want to try a
swirly seamen” A moment of silence went by. Gaara could only
stare as the waitress blushed, Big Gai went wide eyed and Lee nearly
dropped him from laughing so hard.

XXXXX

“I appreciate the
help, Iruka. Sorry if I woke you up when I called” Yamato
stopped for second to catch his grip.

“No problem. I
teach a lot of morning classes so I'm, more than often, up at his
time anyway.” Iruka jerked his head in the direction behind
him, “This one, I can't vouch for” The two adults looked
back to see a blonde haired zombie being led by Sai to make sure he
didn't walk into a fence. Again. Iruka had gotten a call in the
middle of breakfast and was surprised to hear Yamato on the other
end. A stranger surprise was being asked to help carry a giant potted
plant. They agreed to meet in half an hour which, Yamato found a bit
odd considering they literally live five minutes away from each other
but, the plant was unaware of the time and effort it takes to drag
Naruto out of bed. It took ten minutes to just to wrestle the blanket
away and they, eventually, managed to get through the ridiculous
ordeal of getting dressed. They were able to meet up with Yamato and
Sai within the hour. “So how far is this place we're going to
anyway?” Asked Iruka as he brushed off a giant leaf from his
face for the fifth time. In an oddly boisterous voice, Yamato
replied, “ Just a few houses down from Cherry Blossom street”
No wonder the plant man was being so cheerful all of a sudden.

“Isn't that
nearly a two hour walk from here?” Iruka gave his friend a very
sceptical look. His dark eye brow twitched as the fiendish eyes
glared at the sheepish smile hiding behind the thick stems. Luckily,
Iruka was a bit of a soft touch. So, while he wouldn't tell Yamato
off verbally, he wasn't going to look happy either. It was the
teacher's way of invoking guilt and it strangely worked most of the
time. “Fine. But before continue this little trip you've
planned for us, stop by that fountain so I can drink first”
Konoha was filled with small water fountains, ready to spout their
cold, refreshing liquid at the push of a button. While Iruka stocked
up on hydration, Yamato stretched out a cramped muscle cause by
carrying the plant in an odd posture.

“Naruto, wake up
already. Listen, I'm having trouble getting the white stuff out. I
keep scratching and pulling at it but it can't get all of it off”
Both adults froze, one had water flowing out of his mouth while the
other was half way through touching his toes. Neither of them noticed
how ridiculous they looked. The heard a long yawn behind them.

“Maybe you've
got to be gentler,” came Naruto's tired voice. “What if I
blow on it? Think that would work?”

“NO!” The
boys nearly jumped out of their skin and hurriedly clung to each
other for protection. “Naruto, where did you pick up such
filth!” Iruka pointed a shaking finger, trying to keep an
authoritative composure and was failing miserably.

“You too, Sai.
Spill it” Yamato was wobbling in the same boat. His voice
seemed in control but his eyes were screaming. Both boys slowly
untied an arm from each other while keeping the other wrapped tightly
around the other's shoulders and pointed to one another.

“I...have
dan....druff,” Sai said in a rare, nervous tone. Naruto was
pretty close to the same pitch.

“I thought
pulling it was making it worse. Why are you two freaking out?”
If there was ever an ability to disappear into a puff of smoke, now
would be the perfect to have it. No-one moved. No-one dared to
blink. If something didn't break the tension soon, they'd stay like
this all day.

“But I don't get
it. What did I say? Leeeee! Quit laughing already” Oh, thank
god.

Three noise makers
popped out from a short alley way; one was grumbling to himself, the
other was struggling to walk while laughing and the smallest was
whining at the first two. The only thing that made them stop was
Gaara seeing his two friends wrapped around each other. The red head
gave a small wave and pondered which situation seemed stranger, his
or theirs. “Um...hi, Naruto. Hi, Sai. Since when did you two
get cuddly?” The attached pair creaked their heads, almost
audibly, toward each other until their noses touched. Suddenly, they
bounced apart like a pair of released springs. Gaara smiled to
himself as he watched Sai stiffen from head to toe and Naruto hop on
his toes like a fox on a hot tin roof. Gaara just giggled. “So
what are you two doing besides getting lovey-dovey?” Naruto
shook an angry fist and flicked an annoyed finger at Gaara's nose.

“We weren't
getting 'lovey-dovey',” he groaned, “Don't be gross.”

“We were getting
in trouble, “ Sai, chirped in. “I think”

Gaara's mouth made a
small 'O'. “You too?” Before Gaara could say any more, a
giant hand clamped over his mouth. He flailed his arms, thinking for
a moment he was being kidnapped

“Not. Another.
Word. Lee! You're not helping the situation!” A bright red
face, streaming with laughter tears came stumbling by. Lee slapped
his hand against his Uncle's back and finally started to breadth
again.

“Oh come on,
Oji-Gai. Can you blame? Swirly semen ice-cream!” Another
onslaught of laughing fits continued to consume Lee.

“I told you it
wasn't a flavour, Naruto”, said Sai. Yamato cringed inwardly.
He suddenly felt nauseous and he could faintly taste his breakfast.
“That means we probably got the wheel barrow thing wrong too”
Now Sai had a hand clamped over his mouth. Iruka braced himself for
what ever Naruto was about to blurt out with. So far, so clear. The
three adults quickly huddled together after warning their kids not to
say another word. They were worrying like frightened hens, plucking
for a solution and, instead, scratching up more problems. They were
lost for words. They should be discussing and investigating but their
eyes wouldn't lift from the view of their feet. Suddenly, a smaller
bowl-cut somehow popped up in the middle of the adult-panic-circle,
causing the three older men to tense. A boulder could crash through
and none of them would budge. However, something did make them
flinch. A look on Rock Lee's face, similar to that of a feral cat
before pouncing on it's prey, had them all quivering. Gai had no idea
his beloved Nephew could make a smirk like that. Lee arched his back,
hands clasped behind him and looking up with a wicked grin

“You think
they're bumping uglies don't you?” The trio gasped
simultaneously. Iruka could feel his head begin to flutter. Gai felt
he should scold his Nephew but the shock was too overwhelming. The
smug, green teen rolled back and forth on his heels, enjoying this
little moment that he knew too well he could have so much fun
with. “Well then,” Lee declared by brushing past the
adults weak wall. “We'll just have to find out won't we?”
Something went click inside the parents heads and they all spun
around to stop Lee from what ever that green devil had planned.
However, in doing so, their heads slammed together like pendulum
balls. Their feet tangled into knots and they crashed into a heap,
unnoticed. The older Brother put on his best smile, crouched a
little to put his hands on his knees and became eye level the younger
three. “Have you three been having sex?” Three pairs of
eyes widened slightly, which Lee found to a bit funny considering the
striking differences between them. Naruto raised his hand.

“That's what you
do to make babies, right?” Lee raised a thumb and made a
BING-BONG noise like some sort of game show. The teen repeated the
question since he didn't actually get an answer. The blank reply was
what Lee had pretty much expected. Now, anyone else would have let
the subject die right there and then and relieved the worrying
parents of their anxiety. If the boys didn't even have a concept of
sex, then nothing bad could have possibly happened. But, since when
is Rock Lee that nice? He let that earlier look glance over his
shoulder to the three adults still scrambling. There was going to be
no mercy from the mean, green devil any time soon.

“Well then,”
Lee continued, “that means you won't know much about
hand jobs either, right?” Three young heads shook.
“Oral?” They shook again. “What about sixty-nines?”
Gaara suddenly beamed and waved his hand in the air.

“I know!”
The red head exclaimed. “It's like a ninety-nine ice cream cone
but cheaper” Lee's face contorted in so many ways just to hold
in the laugh. Too cute, Lee thought to himself and, at some point, he
would have to find out why Gaara associated ice-cream with something
he wasn't sure about. The teen patted that head of red and smiled

“Oh, I'm afraid
you're way off, Gaara. You see, when two people who-Humphhh!”
Just as Lee was about to sandwich his hands together in a very
provocative position, he was hauled into the air by a big, green and
very angry giant.

“Lee,”
came a beastly growl. “Either keep a hold of your tongue or
I'll sell it to the Nara's for medical research” Two loud and
long groans came from lower down and Yamato was all too grateful for
having the quieter (and hopefully less curious) child. Naruto, of
course, was the loudest.

“Awwww, no fair!
Bushy Brows was about to tell us what all those words meant”
Iruka wasn't sure why he was going to ask what he about to but knew
he was going to kick himself later for it.

“Naruto, just
how many of these words do you know?” Naruto tucked his
hands into his dungaree pockets.

“Well, they're
more like names,” said the innocent faced blonde boy. “
Like, who's this Ben Dover guy and his friend, Master Bates?”
There was a short pause. Not even a whisp of wind to indicate time
was still moving. Then, there was a sudden thud made by an adult
falling to the ground.

“Iruka!”
Even though Yamato and Gai looked genuinely worried that Iruka had
just fainted yet, they were silently grateful towards the younger
adult. Their only was they wish was fir it to have happened sooner.

Xxxx

“Iruka! Snap out
of it already”, came a brash voice from above. The bronze man
tried to block out the voice calling out to him by focusing on
anything else. Like, where is all this green coming from? The only
thing untouched by the colour, that Gai never seemed to grow bored of
was of, was the ceiling.

“NO!” The
young teacher yelled from his place on the couch. “It didn't
happen”

“Iruka,”
said a calmer voice. How is Yamato managing to keep so calm about all
this? “Your boy thinks 'masturbate' is a person” While
Iruka buried his face into his hands at the horrible reminder. Yamato
continued to speak. “Gaara seems to think anything with a
sexual term is related to food and you don't want to know what Sai
said after you clocked out on us”

“Thank God they
don't have a clue what they're actually saying,” Iruka groaned.
With force, a heavy hand landed on the younger man's head and
tilted his dark face upwards to face the most serious look Iruka had
ever seen the Gai's usual, cheery face. Lee must have inherited that
trait from his Uncle but directed it in a more mischievous manner.

“Don't you think
that's worse?” Gai's voice was firm and direct. “There
are people out there who would take advantage of that kind of
naivety. Don't you deal with this sort of stuff all the time?”
Iruka went a little wide eyes but his held himself together.
Slightly.

“I teach
kindergarten!”, he croaked. “You're the one that deals
with all the hormonal teenagers. Aren't you the one who actually has
to teach this stuff?”

“All my pupils
are seniors. By the time they take up my register, most of them are
going on sixteen” Both teachers were at a loss. One taught
kids who were too young and the other taught kids who were already
knew the facts of life. Neither had any experience dealing with the
middle group. They turned their heads to the third adult with
pleading eyes.

“Hey, don't look
at me”, Yamato yelped a little worryingly. “I work with
A-sexuals. The closest I get to sex lecture involves pollen and
stigmas” There was that word again that made them all twinge;
sex. Sure, they were adults and of course they knew all the ins and
outs of the dirty deed but for some reason, one that the three
parents were just learning for themselves, it's a great deal more
difficult to explain the birds and the bees while you feel like the
hive is going to crash on your head. Gai collapsed on his couch
next to Iruka, suddenly feeling exhausted even though missed out on
half his training schedule today. Iruka tried to settle the ensuing
headache and Yamato gripped his folded arms a little tighter. The
plant man wanted to say something. Gai's earlier statement was
repeating in his head and, for a while, he kept his mouth shut about
it. It couldn't be true. Sai....would have told him, right?

“I need to go.
Sai will be back for dinner soon” The others never said a word.
Instead they just used the same excuse to block out the same parental
worry. So, three parents returned to their routines. They couldn't
let their boys knew they were worried

XXXX

Over the last couple of
months, Yamato was learning that even quiet kids have noisy habits.
There were little things during the coarse of a normal night that
often sounded like a thunder storm from inside the house. Like,
putting pyjamas on; something you'd think only a child with temper
tantrum could make noise over. Sai, for some odd reason, pulled his
pyjama bottoms on by jumping in a circle. When Sai washed his face,
Yamato thought he could hear the ocean waves coming from his
bathroom. Brushing teeth, led to a five minute humming session. Yet,
Yamato actually enjoyed the key-less tune and he felt the plants were
enjoying it too. The plant man was just trimming a few leaves from
one of the fuchsia's Sai had learned to pot. Afterwards, he collected
the remains, pressed the lever for the trash can and dumped the
decaying trimmings. As he wiped off his hands, Yamato looked over at
the fridge door. Weeks ago, the cool cabinet had been nothing more
than a white box that kept food cool and had been so for years. Now,
it was a canvas for grocery lists, colourful fruit magnets and a few
photographs. Yamato was looking at the first one he'd ever taken. It
was the day after the camping trip. Three boys; a blonde, red head
and ebony all huddled together with crooked smiles on their faces.
Yamato held the picture on his hand. Taking that photo made him feel
almost proud in a way. Sai didn't really smile much and, when he did,
it was usually to cover something up. But, in Yamato's hand was the
solid proof that Sai was happy. But what if.....?

What if what Sai was
doing now was a cover up? How was Yamato supposed to tell what was
paint and what was water? Yamato jerked up when he heard loud
gargling. There was a massive spit, soon followed by quick moving
footsteps making their way tot he living room. Yamato leaned back to
peek through the kitchen door to watch Sai water the plants before
bed time. The ebony artist had a ritual; right after watering each
plant, he would gently brush his fingers through the stems and
leaves. Then, with absolute care, he would caress the petals with his
thumbs. At first, it was a strange and little odd to watch but,
Yamato was trying to understand how the world in Sai's head worked.
Sometimes, the world jest felt so far away. Yamato tucked the photo
underneath an apple magnet and faked rummaging though the fridge
while Sai brought the water jug back. The pair never felt the need to
talk unless they really had to. It was just how they both were and
they were content with it. Nothing really had to be said. But, right
now, Yamato was feeling the words fill up inside him, pushing their
way up though his throat and nearly chocking him. The adult turned
to look at the child drying the jug with a dish towel.

“It's been some
day, huh Sai?” The child nodded, not looking up. 'Does he
really not know what he and his friends were talking about? How do
they know all this stuff anyway? It's probably nothing. Kids hear
stuff all the time. He'd tell me if something was wrong. Wouldn't
he?' Yamato wasn't aware of it but, he was becoming something he'd
always thought was ridiculous. Newspapers were riddled with
scaremongering articles about all these unseen dangers and hazards
just waiting around the corner wherever your children play. They
made the plant man sick to his stomach during his pre-parent days. He
couldn't understand how anyone could fall for this tripe and become a
'paranoid parent' just because someone says there might be
a danger. Yamato could remember a family he once lived next to a few
years ago. The Mother would never let the kid play any farther than
the view from the front window of the house, so she could always keep
an eye on him. Poor kid never had many friends. When Yamato decided
to become a parent, he made another decision to become the polar
opposite of these idiots. However, all Yamato could think of now was
what might be happening when Sai was out of sight. 'What if
something is happening and I'm too stubborn to ask? What...if he
thinks I don't care?' Yamato slowly stepped toward Sai until they
were less than a foot away.

“Sai?”

“Mmm-hmm?”
Yamato nestled a hand on a small head of black hair. For a moment,
Sai just looked up, a little confused. The older man pulled the boy
closer, letting his larger arm wrap around Sai's little head.

“You
know you can tell me anything, right?” Sai was pulled in a
little closer, another arm wrapped around his smaller shoulders.

“Huh?”

“I
mean... well...if you ever need to talk about something. I'm always
here. Okay?” Sai wriggled a little until he could look up. He
blinked noticeably.

“I
knew we did something wrong today. I'm sorry, Tenzo but, I don't get
what we did that made you all so mad at us” Yamato's face
softened. He just shut his eyes and closed his arms.

“You
didn't do anything wrong, Sai. Iruka and I just overreacted. That's
all. Adults are like that sometimes. Sorry if we scared you”
There was a pause between the pair and after a while, Sai even hugged
back.

“You're
right. Adults are weird” The phone started to ring. Yamato
waved Sai off to bed and went to answer it.

“Green
Fingers here. We grow 'em, you love 'em”

“What
the?”

“Oh.
Hi, Gai”

“What
was that?”

“Sai
said I answer the phone too boringly”

“Keep
working on it. Wait- that's not why I called. Listen-” There
was sudden change of tone. A serious one. “I've found
something that I think you and Iruka should see. It's about the boys”

XXXX

The tea house in one of the more quite corners of Konoha was the
agreed meeting. The adults needed a place where they could discuss
freely and not continually look over their shoulders. The last thing
they needed was some twitter head spreading their private life all
over Konoha. They couldn't talk at home either in case the boys
overheard. When Yamato requested that he and his associates were not
to be disturbed, the hostess just gave a silent nod and led her
frequent customer to a private room normally reserved for party
gatherings. Yamato was popular in this little area due to his
profession. Most of his work came from the tea houses needing someone
who could regularly attend their gardens. The hostess couldn't very
well refuse a request from the man who helped to keep this little
place so popular and attractive. She led them in her paw-print
yakuta to a room adorned with elegant furniture; hand carved tables
without a trace of dust. Master pieces decorated the walls and the
finest sake sups were already laid out for those with a taste for
stronger things. Iruka could have spent hours marvelling the place
if it weren't for the circumstances. The teacher spent most of his
days surrounded by chipboard tables that were scribbled with
graffiti. However, his mind was elsewhere and hadn't ventured much
farther than last night when Gai called him. The whole way here he
has been clenching his fists like an agitated ape. The hostess smiled
as the door slid closed, brushing her short, brown strands and hoping
not to smudge the face paint on her cheeks. It might be time to talk
to the boss about these difficult uniforms, she thought to herself.
She looked to the clock and felt the annoying combination of relief
that her shift had ended and having to go home to deal with her two-

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” Just as the hostess was about to
rush back in, she halted. To suddenly barge in could lead her into
trouble with boss. Especially after they requested to be left in
private. She fought against her moral conscience, realising if they
needed help then they would have asked for it. Meanwhile, Yamato was
struggling to hold back a freakishly strong Iruka before the teacher
had the chance to leap over the table. Gai couldn't really blame
Iruka for reacting this way though. The gym teacher would have
reacted the exact same way if someone suggested what he just did.
Just a moment ago, Gai had shown the other two adults a book. Gaara
always kept a small pile of novels near his little area next to the
couch. Gai figured it was some sort of comfort zone and the parent of
two couldn't help but think how adorable it was to see Gaara trying
to read when Lee looks over his little Brother from the arm of the
couch. Some days, Gai would leave a glass of Gaara's favourite juice
by the book pile when he knew the red head would be coming home soon.
Last night, when Gai went to collect the empty glass that had been
forgotten due to a certain someone trying to smother a taller someone
with cushion for pestering the smaller one for over an hour, he
noticed an odd looking cover. Later, he really wished he hadn't been
able to find his glasses. As if the title wasn't petrifying enough,
but there was also a small note written on the inside of the back
cover. A very inappropriate note that made Gai's face blush the
colour of a beetroot.

“Look”, Gai said calmly with a lot of effort. “I
know it's a far fetched notion but what if I'm right and we're
ignoring something serious?” Iruka sat with a loud thump.
Yamato felt a twinge of fear crawl over him when he saw the look on
Iruka's face.

“I
don't like this”, the young teacher growled. “They'd
have told us if something this fishy was going on”

“But they might not even realise if something is wrong.
Someone might be telling them these things and waiting until they get
too curious”

“Your Nephew seems have a good grasp of adult language”
Gai flinched at Iruka's remark. Yamato quickly felt like he was
turning into a referee in a boxing match. If the plant man didn't'
say something soon, fists were gonna fly and he might get caught in
the middle.

“Look,
Iruka” Yamato timidly held his hands up in hopes it might
somehow guard himself from Iruka's temper. “Gai does have a
point. Look, I'd hate to think something was happening to Sai and I
turned a blind eye. Let's at least find out what's going on.
Every-thing might just be far fetched as it seems” The
negotiator silently prayed he had managed to calm Iruka because, in
all honesty, Yamato was saying it all for his own peace of mind. They
left the tea house with a steamed Iruka leading the way.

The adults only had one thing to go on; a small sticker on the
inside cover. It was the address of a book store none of them had
heard of before. It was pretty faded and tarnished, which could mean
the place might not even been in business any more. Plus, there was
no telling how many hands had handled that book before it worked it's
way into Gaara's. If they were really lucky though, maybe they could
narrow it down. The street name was familiar and Gai nearly had a
heart attack at the thought of Gaara wondering through an area like
that. The building they found was like finding an elephant in a
haystack; it was pretty much the only building with no broken windows
or collapsing roofs. It looked almost new. The sign on the front
window was turned to 'closed' but the lights were still on inside.

“Do you think it's smart for all of us to go in at once?”
Iruka pointed out.

“You're
right.”, Gai added. “I doubt this place sees much
business in this nick of woods. How are we going to do it then?”
The trio bounced ideas back and forth; should one go in and the rest
follow? All of the at once? One after the other or maybe-“Crap!
The lights went out!” They all rushed to the door and hoped to
beat the lock and key. As the door whammed open, a bell clanged and
was sent flying from it's post. The force of the door knocked it into
the air and hit a man on a ladder right on the crown of his head. A
black haired torso lay beneath an avalanche of books. It groaned and
twitched as the three frantic pairs of hands tired to scoop the man
out the rubble. While Gai and Iruka tried to prop the fallen man up,
Yamato checked for signs of life and was relieved to see a groggy,
half conscious face wobbling side to side. Out of the blue, a long
yawn caught the adults attention. The weird part was, they couldn't
tell who made it; the dog, the bigger dog or the guy with a blue mask
behind a desk, who looked like he'd just woken up?

“Don't worry about him”, yawned the masked man. “That's
not the first time he's fallen from that thing this week. Just
stick him in a chair and he'll be fine when he wakes up” The
trio weren't sure what to do so, they just followed the instructions.
Iruka took a short look of the place; either the owner didn't keep
many books or they were halfway through a clear-out. The poor guy
they knocked over was just unlucky to be under the only set of
shelves with hardbacks on them. Soon enough, Iruka remembered why
they were they were here in the first place. As the sleepy looking
man scratched his head of spiky, grey hair, Iruka put on his best
smile and took out the book from his jacket pocket. Gai frisked
himself. He could have sworn he had that thing when they left the tea
house. “You know we're closed, right?” The masked man
pointed at the book Iruka was carrying. “And we're a book store
not a library” The bronze man just chuckled at the bored book
keeper which, slightly scared the other parents.

“Actually,
I am
here to return this. I found it in the street and your address was
inside” Iruka scratched the scar on his nose and continued to
smile. “Rather than let it get thrown in the trash, I thought
you could make better use of it.” The masked man just yawned
again and extended his arm to the left to collect the item. As his
hand graced the cover, his non-scared eye widened a little.

“Where...did you find this, exactly?” The grin pointed
at Gai.

“His
son who's been sharing it with his son”, he pointed Yamato,
“and mine too” Silence ensued. The worried book keeper
slowly raised himself from the chair only to be snatched up by the
collar of t-shirt and slammed into an empty book case.

“It's not what you think it is!”

“I
should shove each and every page of that filth down you god-damn
throat you sick bastard!” It was difficult to tell who was
freaked out more; the guy pinned to the wall or the two adults that
who believed Iruka would never harm anything bigger than his finger.
The dogs looked like they could care very little about what was
happening to their terrified owner which, in a way, relieved Gai and
Yamato. They were worried enough with the thought that Iruka might
kill this guy let alone fighting off two dogs.

“I swear I can explain everything!”

“So
you can explain how our kids have this sick piece of smut with an
invitation to your fucking lap?! I bet you'd even blame those
scratches on your arm on the dogs too right?” The masked man
turned his head only to regret it as he saw the five long marks,
encrusted with flecks of dried blood. “Thought so”, Iruka
concluded. “You've exactly five seconds to convince me you're
innocent before I throw you're ass to the Uchiha police”

“Iruka! Look out!” The furious parent wasn't even given
the chance to realise how stupid he'd been to not think that there
might be someone else in the building, just waiting for the chance to
smash a chair over Iruka's head. Splinters and chunks of wood
scattered around the fallen Iruka as a loud whistle pierced the air.
The large and small dog immediately ran to the feet of the woman who
called them and were soon accompanied by several more four legged
guards who emerged from a curtained doorway. In less than a moment,
a wall of gnashing beasts stood between Iruka and his own kill. Gai
and Yamato wanted to rush to Iruka's aid but they were afraid to
blink with all those snarling sets of teeth until, they saw who was
controlling the hounds. It was like seeing a whole other person.
Yamato knew the woman to be of such a sweet nature. Always
complementing, checking everything was suitable and cheerfully
smiling all day long. Now, with one commanding whistle. She could
set loose her pack of hell hounds. It wasn't like seeing the tea
house hostess at all.

“Great
timing, Rin” The parents thought the dogs were scary. They were
more grateful to have the fangs facing because whatever kind of look
the hostess had on her face when she turned to the book keeper, he
went deathly pale.

“Ugghhhh.....man, what hit me on the-woah! How long have I
been out? That's a low blow, Kakashi”

“What
the hell are you talking about now, Goggle Face?” Kakashi
shrieked.

“It's bad enough you brag about your late night parties but to
bring it here to shove in my face? Why am I friends with you?”

“You're
fucking loving this aren't you?”

“ENOUGH!” The arguing pair froze like scolded children
and their Mother did not look one bit pleased. Rin pointed one,
stiff finger at the the man on the floor who she attacked earlier.
“Tell me in one sentence why you're here and make it good or
the biggest mutt here gets the first bite of your Johnson”
Iruka thrust his upper half, slightly ignoring the fact that the
action could cost him a precious limb.

“That
son-of-a-bitch is a paedophile!” Everything went quiet again.
Even the dogs faces dropped. An almost insane laugh from a chair in
the corner broke the silence. Everyone silently hoped the guy in the
goggles would knock himself out again.

“Bwahahahaha!!
Oh, man. You've been called some amount of shit, Kakashi but that
takes the biscuit!”

“Fuck you, Obito!” Poor Rin. She just stood there with
hand of shame covering her embarrassed eyes. Yamato would have tried
to comfort her is he didn't think it would cost him a chunk of flesh.
One of the dogs, a tall skinny one with a head of fur like Kakashi's
mad spikes must have it's owners despair and edged away from the
circle. Nodding it's head to other canines and reaching its
distressed master. They grey hound attentively licked the hanging
hand by Rin's side and was rewarded with a pat to the head.

“Are we ever going to have a normal week in here?”

“Oh
c'mon, Rin. We've gone a whole two weeks without Kakashi showing up
late for work”

“That's
because he lives here now”, the poor woman groaned. Once again,
Obito's attempt to make Rin laugh failed.

“Ok...”, Iruka butted in. “So far, none of
you have given me a reason not to hang this guy from his good eye”
Rin sighed and waved her dogs away.

“Believe
me”, she groaned. “I need to think of a reason everyday
no to so the same thing. But one thing I'm sure I'll never have to
worry about is what you think Kakashi is” Gai and Yamato could
finally help Iruka up now that the teeth had been put away.

“Yeah? And why is that?” Iruka asked.

“Cause
'Mr Kiddy Fiddler' is the biggest womaniser in Konoha” All the
adults were slowly wishing they'd left Obito beneath the books.
However, as crude as those words were, Iruka felt a little relieved.
There was still one thing on his mind though before he could leave
all his worries in the dog dish.

“Then explain that book” Rin glared where Iruka pointed
and spotted the cause of this whole fiasco. Kakashi tried to dart for
it and ended up taking a hard foot to the face. In the corner, Obito
was holding in a laugh big enough to burst his stomach. Nothing like
a good Kakashi-bashing to fight off a headache. Rin picked up the
book, innocently enough, then threw it like a sharp dagger straight
at Kakashi's head. While the wounded man wailed in agony, Rin looked
ready to tear out the good eye from that idiot's socket.

“I
told you to burn
that thing!”

“It was a Christmas present”

“It
was sick then. It's sick now and it will always be sick so quit
trying to sneak it into my life!”

“I think that got him into trouble in the first place, Rin. He
couldn't get you into it so he's going for the younger generation”

“I
did not!” Kakashi cried. “I gave him the wrong one! All
of the books were mixed up 'cause of the move and the one I wanted
had the same coloured cover!”

“What book could have possibly-”

“Sex-ed!”
This lot were turning into a CD on repeat.

“Hold on. You actually tried to pass on wisdom, not smut?”

“The
kid looked desperate for help. What was I supposed to do?”

“Desperate for help?” The quiet voice wasn't what caused
everyone to flinch. It was hearing it from Yamato in such a pained
tone that really shocked Iruka and Gai. Kakashi waved his hands. He
had to think quickly about what to say without spilling what he'd
promised to keep.

“Oh
no! Don't take it that way! He saw me reading one of my books at
the....library and was curious. He was too shy to ask so I offered to
give him a 'facts of life' book. I didn't know I'd given him the
wrong one until you guys showed up” Kakashi finally stood up
from the floor he'd slumped on. He stepped past Rin and stood in
front of the who could have killed him, if given the chance, and
bowed. “Please forgive me for all the mess I've caused. I meant
no harm” A dark hand held itself out like a lonely olive
branch. It felt like a poor excuse for an apology but Kakashi
couldn't believe his luck to have Iruka wanting to make up and gladly
shook the extended hand.

“Look”, said Iruka with a glum look on his face. “I
don't usually crash a party and leave but...it's been a long day”
Like Kakashi was going argue. The parents left with silent goodbyes.
There was no bell to send them off or welcome who just came in.
Whoever it was, wasn't going to be welcomed for long even if there
was a bell.

“You must have a heart stopping collection, Son. Someone just
fainted out there and two others had to carry him off” He
definitely wasn't going to be welcomed by Kakashi.

“YOU!
Old man!”, yelled the offspring who just escaped death a few
minutes ago. “You're the reason I'm in this mess you yellow
belly coward of a doctor!” Maybe Rin should consider working
full tome at the tea house.

XXXX

That night, three parents were home with the realisation that they
were going to have to have 'the talk' with their boys. They had
planned to sit their kids down, ask what was on their minds, find out
just what they knew and what they didn't. Just like good parents
should.

When Gai arrived home, he found his two kids were wrestling again in
the living room. He should have told them to stop and start what he
had intended but instead, dived head first into the tangled pile and
the Brothers had to struggle to fight their giant of a Father off.
Yamato, after struggling to carry the plant he was supposed to
deliver back from the street he left it in, had nearly forgotten what
he was supposed to be discussing until he came home. He would have
started what he had intended but, Sai had rushed to him just as
Yamato opened the door with a half dead fuchsia. The poor kid looked
so devastated that Yamato could have cried. He couldn't let Sai's
favourite flower die could he? Poor Iruka was dreading what was
waiting for him at home. He was never very good with this sort of
stuff verbally. It was awkward enough just to learn it at school and
who knows how much ill information Iruka was going to have to sift
through. He would have started what he had intended as soon as he got
through the door but the most marvellous scent stopped him before he
even took two steps. Two large bowls sat empty and waiting to be
filled with the noodles boiling on the hob and, what smelled pork
sizzling in Iruka's favourite sauce. When he saw that hyper head of
blonde leap at the sight of him, the parent couldn't feel more
overwhelmed with pride at this Son's achievement and considerate
gesture. Or maybe he was just grateful the apartment was still
intact. Eventually, the Dads will do what has to be done. Until then,
a night or two of spending time and loving their Sons wasn't going to
do a bit of harm. Meanwhile, one Father was running from his only Son
and hoped Rin or Obito would come to the rescue before Kakashi could
catch up.

AHHHHH!
I put a curse on myself for this LOOOONG overdue update. I apologise
to anyone who is actually keeping up with this ^^; It's been a hectic
few months. New college year that is out to destroy me!!!!!! People
died and I'm worried more will. BLAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Anywho,
I've had this sitting untyped for ages and managed to sneak some time
to get it done and I've spent any free time I can snatch to proof
read it. Whoooo! Done!

There
were quite a few things I wanted to write about in this to raise
issues and concerns but, still get a giggle in their somewhere ^_^
That's the end of this arc but more will come soon (hopefully)
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