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teamwork -- a bit of chapter 3, last scene. unfinished.
too lazy to link back, but it's a new scene anyway, so hnn.
i hate iruka. please tell me where he looks ooc or where naruto uses not-naruto words or where stuff isnt explained enough or where i dont make sense or where i'm babbling about background stuff and i shouldnt bother 'cause the reader should already know. i can't tell, since i'm braindead, the heat's killing me and the headache isn't helping. scene's unfinished, cause i need to sleep, like, NOW.
"Yo, Iruka-sensei!"
Naruto slipped in his usual seat at Ichiraku's, grinning. He had washed up quickly after the afternoon's three-way sparring session, and his hair was still dripping water over his shirt. He didn't like being late to their weekly meetings, though. It would dry on its own.
"Hello, Naruto. Did you lose track of the time again?" Iruka asked, giving his hair an amused glance.
The old man put a bowl down in front of him, not bothering to ask what he wanted since he always asked for the same, and Naruto gave him a grateful grin before starting to dig in. "Ehh, yeah, a little. We were sparring, with Sasuke and Sakura-chan."
Iruka blinked. "I wasn't aware that you sparred with Sakura-kun. She was a bright student, but not really in your league..."
"Well, usually I don't, but she needed it pretty bad. She was pissed. Besides, I think she's starting to really not like needing to be saved. Been a while since we fought anyone that strong, but -- eh." He knew it would happen anyway; Sasuke and him were freak magnets and she would get pulled along for a ride whether they wanted it or not.
"Yes, trouble does tend to find you, doesn't it?"
Naruto gave Iruka a suspicious look. "What does that mean?"
The man gave him an innocent look that seemed way too natural on his face. Naruto had known Iruka long enough to realize that appearing clueless and harmless was the best ninja technique in his old teacher's repertoire. "Merely that trouble tends to find you. What did you think I mean?"
"... right. Anyway -- how are you?"
They started chatting about Iruka's students, especially about a few of them that seemed to want to compete with Naruto for the title of most aggravating student ever, and that quickly slipped into reminiscing about the good old days. It was always amusing to Naruto ; he was seventeen and he talked of himself at eleven as if it had been decades ago. But he truly had changed in that time, and Iruka had been with him every step of the way.
And now Naruto was taking another step, and he hoped -- well he was pretty sure, but he was still a bit nervous -- that Iruka would stay by his side anyway.
"Say, Iruka-sensei... did you learn anything else about the incident the other day?"
The man blinked slowly, and shook his head, his expression turning more serious. "Not really. You look fine, you and your team, and I don't have the clearance to demand more information. Being in the right place at the right time to catch a few snippets of conversation is one thing, but actively trying to pry into an operation of that size... Well."
Naruto toyed with his chopsticks for a few seconds as he was reminded that despite the large number of people involved in the latest Kyuubi scare, only a handful of them had been briefed about the details. "... Wanna know?"
"If you want to tell me." The reply was cautious, tinged as always with a hint of worry.
"We should go elsewhere." Naruto finished his fourth bowl of ramen and put it down on the counter, paying the old man before Iruka could protest that he was buying and pulling his ex-teacher off his stool and down the street, until they were on one of the training grounds behind the academy. It was deserted this day of the week, especially at this hour.
Iruka listened with a worried frown on his face as Naruto summarized everything that had happened -- well not /everything/ everything, because his head would probably explode if Naruto gave too many details about the night itself -- but about the heat and the child and the sharing.
"Okay. So you are having a child. Together. And Kyuubi no Youko is involved. And the Council is watching you. God, you really know how to make your life interesting!"
"Hehe. Guess so," Naruto replied, grinning.
"In Snow country, they believe that 'may your life be interesting' is one of the most powerful curses ever thought up," Iruka snarked back.
"...Oi."
Iruka took a deep breath, then nodded, more to himself than to Naruto.
"Okay. You're... You talked about this? The three of you -- you thought about it? You're committed to the idea?"
Naruto sobered up, and nodded. "Yeah. We talked. We really want to make this work."
"It's important for you, isn't it?" Iruka asked, voice softening.
"Yes... it is. They are."
Iruka still seemed faintly worried, but he smiled anyway. "Then... if you need my help, I'll be here."
Naruto grinned, relieved, and grateful that his ex-teacher hadn't bothered to lecture him about how difficult and complicated the whole situation could get.
"So. Er."
"You can ask questions, you know," Naruto offered. "I won't get angry. I mean -- you have the right to know. Anything."
"Anything?" his ex-teacher replied, arching an eyebrow. He looked surprised and embarrassed and touched and amused, all at once, and Naruto wondered how complex his brain had to be to handle so many different feelings at once. It was always amusing to try to figure out which side was going to take over, though.
Naruto grinned. "Yeah, anything, 'cause I'm pretty sure you'll die before you ask anything about my sex life and it's the only thing Sakura and Sasuke would have a problem with me babbling out."
Iruka grumbled. "I should ask, just to show you how stupid it is to promise so much."
Naruto snickered. "Do you want to start with Sasuke's kinks or Sakura's interesting physical attributes?"
"MOVING ON. There's one thing I've been thinking about... It's -- well, Kyuubi no Youko is male, right?"
"Iruka-sensei, you filthy pervert!" Naruto gasped out between two giggles.
Okay, he had deserved that bonk over the head. But it was a small price to pay to see Iruka torn between embarrassment, anger and mad laughter.
"So, is he?" Iruka asked when he managed to regain his composure, crossing his arms sternly.
The use of the teacher-voice prompted Naruto to actually think about it. "Well, uh. Yeah. I always assumed he was, anyway. I mean he definitely knows what to do with my -- I mean. Yeah."
"So then how did he get into heat?!" Iruka retorted, and started pacing in frustration. "Females are supposed to go into heat, not males -- it's not different for foxes, I know that -- maybe it's different for kitsune but I don't see why it would, the biological imperatives are probably the same -- damn these idiots who thought burning all the information available on kitsune might negate everything the Kyuubi ever did... Anyway how would he come into actual mating drive? Mammalian males don't go through any sort of reproductive cycle..."
"Uh." Naruto stared at his teacher, bemused. THAT was his all-important question? "I dunno. Maybe he was just getting blue balls or something."
Iruka gave him a frustrated look. "But that's --"
"Look, I'm not waking him up just so I can ask him if his balls always existed only in his imagination. You're just gonna have to live with the mystery."
"But don't you even care?" Iruka asked. Naruto wondered how his ex-teacher could have forgotten how little like a scholar he was.
Naruto shrugged. "Biologically possible or not, I know what happened. Wanted it bad, managed to make them want it too. Lots of kinky sex. Baby. None of that's going to change if it happened 'cause kitsune are weirdly fucked up like that or if it happened 'cause Kyuubi's actually a transsexual. So no, I don't really care."
Iruka rolled his eyes and sighed with exasperated fondness. "Right. Well, that's certainly a very practical attitude."
i hate iruka. please tell me where he looks ooc or where naruto uses not-naruto words or where stuff isnt explained enough or where i dont make sense or where i'm babbling about background stuff and i shouldnt bother 'cause the reader should already know. i can't tell, since i'm braindead, the heat's killing me and the headache isn't helping. scene's unfinished, cause i need to sleep, like, NOW.
"Yo, Iruka-sensei!"
Naruto slipped in his usual seat at Ichiraku's, grinning. He had washed up quickly after the afternoon's three-way sparring session, and his hair was still dripping water over his shirt. He didn't like being late to their weekly meetings, though. It would dry on its own.
"Hello, Naruto. Did you lose track of the time again?" Iruka asked, giving his hair an amused glance.
The old man put a bowl down in front of him, not bothering to ask what he wanted since he always asked for the same, and Naruto gave him a grateful grin before starting to dig in. "Ehh, yeah, a little. We were sparring, with Sasuke and Sakura-chan."
Iruka blinked. "I wasn't aware that you sparred with Sakura-kun. She was a bright student, but not really in your league..."
"Well, usually I don't, but she needed it pretty bad. She was pissed. Besides, I think she's starting to really not like needing to be saved. Been a while since we fought anyone that strong, but -- eh." He knew it would happen anyway; Sasuke and him were freak magnets and she would get pulled along for a ride whether they wanted it or not.
"Yes, trouble does tend to find you, doesn't it?"
Naruto gave Iruka a suspicious look. "What does that mean?"
The man gave him an innocent look that seemed way too natural on his face. Naruto had known Iruka long enough to realize that appearing clueless and harmless was the best ninja technique in his old teacher's repertoire. "Merely that trouble tends to find you. What did you think I mean?"
"... right. Anyway -- how are you?"
They started chatting about Iruka's students, especially about a few of them that seemed to want to compete with Naruto for the title of most aggravating student ever, and that quickly slipped into reminiscing about the good old days. It was always amusing to Naruto ; he was seventeen and he talked of himself at eleven as if it had been decades ago. But he truly had changed in that time, and Iruka had been with him every step of the way.
And now Naruto was taking another step, and he hoped -- well he was pretty sure, but he was still a bit nervous -- that Iruka would stay by his side anyway.
"Say, Iruka-sensei... did you learn anything else about the incident the other day?"
The man blinked slowly, and shook his head, his expression turning more serious. "Not really. You look fine, you and your team, and I don't have the clearance to demand more information. Being in the right place at the right time to catch a few snippets of conversation is one thing, but actively trying to pry into an operation of that size... Well."
Naruto toyed with his chopsticks for a few seconds as he was reminded that despite the large number of people involved in the latest Kyuubi scare, only a handful of them had been briefed about the details. "... Wanna know?"
"If you want to tell me." The reply was cautious, tinged as always with a hint of worry.
"We should go elsewhere." Naruto finished his fourth bowl of ramen and put it down on the counter, paying the old man before Iruka could protest that he was buying and pulling his ex-teacher off his stool and down the street, until they were on one of the training grounds behind the academy. It was deserted this day of the week, especially at this hour.
Iruka listened with a worried frown on his face as Naruto summarized everything that had happened -- well not /everything/ everything, because his head would probably explode if Naruto gave too many details about the night itself -- but about the heat and the child and the sharing.
"Okay. So you are having a child. Together. And Kyuubi no Youko is involved. And the Council is watching you. God, you really know how to make your life interesting!"
"Hehe. Guess so," Naruto replied, grinning.
"In Snow country, they believe that 'may your life be interesting' is one of the most powerful curses ever thought up," Iruka snarked back.
"...Oi."
Iruka took a deep breath, then nodded, more to himself than to Naruto.
"Okay. You're... You talked about this? The three of you -- you thought about it? You're committed to the idea?"
Naruto sobered up, and nodded. "Yeah. We talked. We really want to make this work."
"It's important for you, isn't it?" Iruka asked, voice softening.
"Yes... it is. They are."
Iruka still seemed faintly worried, but he smiled anyway. "Then... if you need my help, I'll be here."
Naruto grinned, relieved, and grateful that his ex-teacher hadn't bothered to lecture him about how difficult and complicated the whole situation could get.
"So. Er."
"You can ask questions, you know," Naruto offered. "I won't get angry. I mean -- you have the right to know. Anything."
"Anything?" his ex-teacher replied, arching an eyebrow. He looked surprised and embarrassed and touched and amused, all at once, and Naruto wondered how complex his brain had to be to handle so many different feelings at once. It was always amusing to try to figure out which side was going to take over, though.
Naruto grinned. "Yeah, anything, 'cause I'm pretty sure you'll die before you ask anything about my sex life and it's the only thing Sakura and Sasuke would have a problem with me babbling out."
Iruka grumbled. "I should ask, just to show you how stupid it is to promise so much."
Naruto snickered. "Do you want to start with Sasuke's kinks or Sakura's interesting physical attributes?"
"MOVING ON. There's one thing I've been thinking about... It's -- well, Kyuubi no Youko is male, right?"
"Iruka-sensei, you filthy pervert!" Naruto gasped out between two giggles.
Okay, he had deserved that bonk over the head. But it was a small price to pay to see Iruka torn between embarrassment, anger and mad laughter.
"So, is he?" Iruka asked when he managed to regain his composure, crossing his arms sternly.
The use of the teacher-voice prompted Naruto to actually think about it. "Well, uh. Yeah. I always assumed he was, anyway. I mean he definitely knows what to do with my -- I mean. Yeah."
"So then how did he get into heat?!" Iruka retorted, and started pacing in frustration. "Females are supposed to go into heat, not males -- it's not different for foxes, I know that -- maybe it's different for kitsune but I don't see why it would, the biological imperatives are probably the same -- damn these idiots who thought burning all the information available on kitsune might negate everything the Kyuubi ever did... Anyway how would he come into actual mating drive? Mammalian males don't go through any sort of reproductive cycle..."
"Uh." Naruto stared at his teacher, bemused. THAT was his all-important question? "I dunno. Maybe he was just getting blue balls or something."
Iruka gave him a frustrated look. "But that's --"
"Look, I'm not waking him up just so I can ask him if his balls always existed only in his imagination. You're just gonna have to live with the mystery."
"But don't you even care?" Iruka asked. Naruto wondered how his ex-teacher could have forgotten how little like a scholar he was.
Naruto shrugged. "Biologically possible or not, I know what happened. Wanted it bad, managed to make them want it too. Lots of kinky sex. Baby. None of that's going to change if it happened 'cause kitsune are weirdly fucked up like that or if it happened 'cause Kyuubi's actually a transsexual. So no, I don't really care."
Iruka rolled his eyes and sighed with exasperated fondness. "Right. Well, that's certainly a very practical attitude."
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