The man on top of him slammed into him repeatedly, not caring he gave the whore below him any pleasure or not. Skin hitting skin had lost its rhythm only moments ago, as the large aggressive man fell prey to his most basic primal instincts as he drove into the thinner frame below him. Release. With a final powerful thrust, he came inside the awaiting red head below him.
This is my first Bleach fan-fiction, so i'm sorry for the oocness of the characters. But please leave a review. I want to know what you think and if there is anything you think i should change to make the story better.
Also as warning. Next chapter will probably contain rape between Aizen and Renji. You have been warned.
Thank-you for reading. :D
This is the first time I ever wrote and pasted something with an actual sex scene :D
- Mood:
crappy
Chapter 4 is now here, waiting for you to read it.
Thanks for the reviews everyone. They were awesome.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Journey Home
Chapter 4
The sky had darkened, allowing stars to appear and the moon’s light guiding the blind through the night’s hour. Iruka had yet to arrive at the village that he was informed of, but he knew he was close. He had been heading west long after the sun was put to rest for the night. He had only stopped a few times during journey, most often for the changing of Kichirou’s diapers. Iruka knew he was getting close when he saw a glowing yellow horizon not far from where he was walking on an old beaten trail.
Iruka had figured that Orochimaru and his men would expect him to stay off trails; due to its convenience and that no shinobi would be foolish to travel on a path occupied by others when trying to escape. Iruka, luckily, wasn’t like most shinobi and preferred the level traveling on the path compared the jostling of trees and limbs when carrying a child.
The village was fast asleep by the time Iruka had entered its boundaries. Only a few shops and restaurants were open to the public. Iruka walked through the main streets of the village, trying to find the best path to take to head south, his next destination. He noticed peculiar looks being sent his way by pedestrians.
He was wearing the clothes that Orochimaru had given him, since his Konoha uniform was long ago destroyed. All of his clothes were from Orochimaru and so were Kichirou’s clothes. Of course he would look conspicuous walking around in silken shirts and pants. He stood out too much among the farmers, who appeared to make up the majority of the population here.
Iruka had no money to buy new clothes, but he was sure one of these shops would be willing to barter. It was only a matter of minutes until Iruka would walk out of a nearby shop with new, older clothes. He had to trade his silk clothes, those from his bag and what he was wearing, plus two of Kichirou’s finely made exotic blankets for the new clothes and some cash. Kichirou now only had the knitted blanket that Orochimaru had gotten him from a far away country.
These clothes weren’t at light and gentle to the skin as the silk, but they would work. They would definitely last longer during the travel then the silk. Iruka knew he had gotten the worst end of the deal to get these itch infested clothes, but it was a necessary loss. He couldn’t afford to bring attention to himself when he is trying to escape a monster. Especially when he still hadn’t left Orochimaru’s so called “property”.
Kichirou didn’t much like the clothes he had gotten. The clothes were a bit big on him, but they would keep him warm. He began to cry as Iruka walked back out into the night’s air. Iruka tried to rock and hush the child, but Kichirou wouldn’t take any of it. His cries only got louder and louder.
At this point, Iruka was feeling pretty well drained. Kichirou wasn’t happy and wouldn’t stop the elephant tears running down his plump little cheeks. Nerves were run short, and Iruka was feeling them now. He knew that Jinto told him not to stay here, that he had to keep going, but he couldn’t do it. It was asking too much of him to continue, it had taken so much out of him to carry Kichirou and those heavy bags this far.
He knew he could find a somewhat secure spot somewhere out of the village, but he didn’t have the energy to do it. He was tired, and he knew from his own lessons from years back from teaching that when a shinobi is exhausted or drowsy mistakes would be made.
A couple of blocks from the shop he found a somewhat decent and very cheap inn. He wasted no time in dragging himself in with his son and what was left of their gear. The woman at the desk was very upfront and had a false friendly personality. Iruka made sure not have his back turned to her for too long, fearing that the few items he had left would be robbed from him. The woman had a cloud of smoke circling her head from her cigarette and the cigarette buds in a dish in arms reach of her. Iruka, fearing for his son’s lungs, kept his distance as the older woman led them to their room for the night.
Two floors up and five rooms down the first hall on the left. The room had a small bathroom, with what appear to be a melting toilet bolted to the ground, with a king sized bed in the middle of the main part of the room. The comforter on the bed had burn holes and stains of a variety of colors decorating it. Cockroaches ran across Iruka’s feet as he clung to his son against his chest for dear life.
“I wonder if it is too late for me to change my mind and get a refund,” Iruka whispered as he tiptoes around the room.
“No refunds,” the woman spoke from the open doorway. “Beggars can’t be choosers, Hun. So, I suggest you take this because this is the only place you are going to find decent for the price you paid.” Another puff of her cigarette and the woman was gone.
“Kichirou,” Iruka lifted his son to eye level, by this time he had run out of tears but his eyes were red and tear marks stained his cheeks, “Let this be a lesson to you. May you never make such a horrible decision, as I made here. You should choose the wilderness over disease.”
Iruka had let his weariness decide comfort over practical of the woods, and now he was stuck in this dump. Iruka wanted hit to him-self over the head, he knew he didn’t have enough money for anything decent. One point for fatigue, zero points for Iruka.
In a matter of hours, Iruka had all layers except the last layer of sheets removed from the bed and placed the bags down to separate some portions of his body from the bed. Iruka had laid him-self down with Kichirou lying on top of him, belly down, with his last blanket wrapped firmly around him. Not trusting any of the pillows, Iruka used his own arm to support his head. He soon fell into a light slumber, with his son sleeping on top of him with a pacifier in held loosely in his mouth.
Something was wrong. Iruka could sense it even in his dreams. Strange chakra was disturbing his sleeping mind, and it was forcing into alertness. He had awoken with a start, perspiration all over his body. As consciousness came slowly to him, he could sense the strange waves of chakra better. It had to be a unit of shinobi.
Iruka quietly and carefully lifted his son into his arms and cradled him to his chest, trying not to awake him. Kichirou wouldn’t be happy if someone awoke him before he wanted to be awaken, and would cry bloody murder in a foul temper. Iruka didn’t need Kichirou to cry now; he didn’t want to make a road map to the shinobi to where he was at.
Moving cautiously to the only window in the room, Iruka opened the frame bit by bit to open the window. Allowing him to stick his head out to get a better view of what could be happening nearby.
A blurred shadow moved across a nearby roof. Sound Shinobi. Iruka’s heart pounded in his chest. He knew he should have listened to Jinto. He was foolish and rusty in the senses of a shinobi after being locked up for so long in Orochimaru’s stronghold. Add another point to fatigue; the score was now two for fatigue and still zero for Iruka.
Iruka quickly and quietly closed the window. Trying to keep his heart rate and chakra under control, he paced the room from wall to wall. He needed a plan and a good one this time around. All senses of being tired and wary were gone, only alertness and contemplation existed now.
His reflection off a reflective surface from somewhere in the bathroom caught Iruka’s attention. He felt the hamsters in his skull begin to run as he walked into the room to find what it was that caught his reflection. There was a mirror where crud and mildew had grown over it, but some of its surface was still clean, to an extent. Iruka quickly grabbed a tattered towel and began to wipe the surface.
Once he was pleased with what he could clean of the mirror, he threw the towel off into a corner. He looked at his reflection, with Kichirou held tightly against him in one arm. The idea finely clicked. Iruka knew what he had to do.
Running back into the main room, Iruka placed the last of Kichirou’s blankets onto the bed and placed his son on top of it. Once he was satisfied with Kichirou not being able to roll off, Iruka ran back into the bathroom with one of the items Jinto had given him.
Pulling the sword from its sheath, Iruka held the small dagger out of him admiring its clean blade. Grabbing his pointy tale, he pulled his hair as he brought the blade to the back of his head.
After two deep breathes, Iruka quickly cut away his long hair to shreds. It was short near the lower part of his skull, but it still had some length on the top. Not enough for him to have bangs or have the hair cover his ears completely, but enough for him spike up and for it to still look nice. Some of the hairs on the back of his head, near the top where the hair swirls, stood up. Iruka had forgotten he had gotten that cowlick from his father.
The hair fell to the floor in clumps and with strike he had taken, Iruka felt his heart break. He really liked his long hair, but the sound shinobi would be looking for someone with long hair. If now I could somehow hide my scar, Iruka thought as looked himself over in the mirror. With his hair almost gone, he looked completely different, but his scar would give him away too easily.
The smell of smoke was in the air. “If you want to hide that scar, I suggest you use this foundation right here,” the old woman held out a small bottle with a brown lotion inside it that closely matched Iruka’s skin color.
“Thank-you,” Iruka grabbed the bottle and began to smear the foundation over his scar. He inspected his finished work, noticing that the foundation was a little light, but no one would notice unless they were face to face with him. The woman’s coughs brought his eyes back towards her.
She was wearing an old red robe that ended near her knees. Her grey hair was a nest of snarls that appeared to be trying to swallow her head. The silver eye shadow brought out the green in her eyes, as the red lipstick brought out the paleness and wrinkles of her skin. The cigarette hung loosely in her lips, as her hands were situated upon her hips. “So, let me guess,” her eyes squinted at Iruka, “these henchmen of Orochimaru’s are hunting for you.”
“Ummm… Yes, I’m afraid,” Iruka gave a quick bow, “I hope I have not brought any problems to you or your business.”
The old woman grabbed the cigarette between two long thin fingers, taking it out her mouth and as she let out a breath of toxic fumes through her nostrils. She was analyzing and contemplating about the young man before her. Never one to let a good business deal go sour, she decided to wager, “I might find it more useful for myself if I informed those shinobi out there that you are here and that you are planning on heading South.”
“Please don’t, I… Wait, how did you know I was heading south?” Iruka was sure he hadn’t spoken of his next destination to this woman or to anyone here for that matter.
“A wild guess, but now I know I was right,” a sneer spread a crossed her lips, yellow teeth could be seen with gaping holes between some, “Now, I think would be a good time for you to bribe me from telling them about you being here.” Iruka could tell the woman was definitely pleased with herself.
“I don’t have anything to trade,” Iruka felt a deep and dark feeling creep up inside of him, his intuition was telling something bad was going to happen.
“Oh, but you do, Hun,” the woman pointed one straggly finger towards his chest; he looked down and saw his good necklace, “I’ll take that for my silence.”
He had forgotten he had been wearing the necklace this entire time. It was not the necklace alone he was sure she was implying at. It was the gold ring hanging on the necklace that had caught her eye. Iruka was often very good at hiding it, but it must have slipped out of his shirt when he went to sleep that night.
Both the necklace and the ring were important to him. The gold necklace had belonged to his mother, and had been wearing it since her death so many years back. The necklace was priceless in his heart. The ring was a solid gold band that was given to him by the man he loved. Kakashi had given it to him after they had been together for two years, in an unceremonial reception. Of course they weren’t officially married, but Kakashi had bought both of them matching gold bands. He couldn’t sell these items. They meant everything to him.
“Please, no. They mean everything to me, I can’t just give them to you,” Iruka begged hoping to touch the woman’s old heart.
“Either give them to me or I’ll tell the shinobi,” her voice was cold and emotionless. So much for her having a heart. “Or, maybe you can trade me that child of yours, he is very cute and I always wanted a child,” she gave him a thoughtful expression.
Iruka quickly unlatched his necklace. With one final look at them in his hands, he transferred them to their new owner. “Fine, take them,” Iruka looked up into her eyes, hurt plastered all over his face, “Please take care of them, they are everything and the world to me. And, I beg of you to keep your promise of silence.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” The woman waved her hand her hand out in front of, after placing the cigarette back into her mouth. After pocketing the necklace and ring as she turned and left the room behind her. Iruka was devastated by her dismissal and lack of respect to objects that he held so close to his heart.
Quickly stopping any tears that were beginning to form in his eyes, he moved back into the main room. Kichirou was definitely awake, but at least he was now more subdued than he was earlier that day. Iruka smiled at his son, Kichirou was a good kid when he wanted to be.
Once everything was packed and ready for transport, Iruka picked his son up and went back into the bathroom. With his scar covered, his hair cut short, and with his clothes looking old and haggard he was certain no one would recognize him. Covering his son with his last blanket, Iruka took out the bottle that Sasuke had given him.
“Its now or never to use this,” placing the bottle to his lips, “I just hope it doesn’t taste bad.” Iruka quickly emptied the bottle of its contents, the solution had no taste but it traveled down his throat like molasses. Iruka had to fight the urge to cough the stuff up. At it reached it destination, his empty stomach, he could feel his charka being sealed up inside of him. He hated that feeling of helplessness, he had to go through it in his entire stay with Orochimaru, but he knew it was necessary. The shinobi would definitely pick up on a civilian with chunnin level chakra. Anyways it would only last a couple of hours.
Iruka proceeded to the door, not looking back, he ran down the flight of stares and out the main door of the inn. Once he was out in the public, he walked down the path he had found earlier, that would lead him down to a south trail. Once he was in the woods he would increase his pace until the solution ran its course. When his charka return he would sprint using his charka to empower his legs. There were only a few people on the streets, the sun was rising and people were stirring from their sleep. He knew beyond doubt that he didn’t want to stick around for breakfast.
Qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnmqwertyuiopasdf
The old woman snickered as she watched Iruka leave her inn. The boy was cute but too darn gullible. She knew it was only a matter of time now.
“Ma’am,” a stout sound shinobi entered through a high window, landing near her receptionist’s desk, where she was sitting. “Have you seen this man?” He held out a picture for to look at, it was definitely her the young man who just left, but still with his long hair in a ponytail and the scar still evident across his nose.
“Why yes I have,” the old woman smiled her lecherous smile at the man, “but before I tell you where he is going and what he looks like now, I want something in exchanged for my information.”
“My master, Orochimaru, will award you heavily for any information,” the man spoke unfazed by the woman’s challenge.
“Good,” she lit a cigarette in her mouth, taking a deep breath before she spoke her next words, “So, here it is. The young man you are looking for he is heading south and his new appearance is …” She told him everything, not detail was overlooked by her aging eyes and not spoken by her crinkled lips. The gold necklace that belonged to Iruka’s mother and the gold promise ring from Kakashi, still sat heavily in her robe’s pocket.
Qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnmqwertyuiopasdf
Kakashi kissed her forehead and began his way to the door to meet his team for their training for the day, already two hours late. He heard her sigh from behind him. He stops and turns to face her, the look on her face made him want to jump back in bed and lay next to her. His eyes wonder to her stomach, it wasn’t hard for him tell she was pregnant.
He walked over back to her as still laid in bed. He placed his hand upon the side of her neck, massaging the muscles there. The ribbon around her neck showed brightly pink against her neck. The light bounced off a shiny object that was entwined into the ribbon, a single gold ring. If one were to look close enough, they would think it would look identical to another ring that once hung upon a golden necklace.
“I won’t be gone for long. I’ll be back shortly. You just stay here and rest,” his voice was warm and loving, he placed a hand over his heart as he moved back to the door, “I promise I’ll be back soon. When I come back we can go for a walk in the fresh air and then get something to eat.”
Opening the door as he stepped backwards through it, “Wait for me,” he blew her a kiss and shut the door. The smile plastered onto his face hidden behind the mask, for the majority of the morning as he trained with his team today.
Qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnmqwertyuiopasdf
Orochimaru was on the hunt for a special chunnin. He didn’t plan on stopping until he had the pretty chunnin back in his arms.
Some of the sound shinobi had returned shortly after noon with good news. Half of those who returned were from the earlier expedition to the shop in the Sand Village; they had the item he wanted them to retrieve. The other half brought news of Iruka.
A slim smile worked its way onto Orochimaru’s face, plastering itself there, “Everything is starting to come together, at last.”
Tbc…
Another chapter done. Wow, that took forever. Hope everyone enjoyed it.
Please review. I love reviews. Thanks for reading my story.
- Mood:
amused - Music:Can't help falling in love
I hope you guys enjoy this chapter of Iruka and Kichirou. And for any of you were wondering, Kichirou means: “good luck” and “son”.
There are some new warnings for this chapter: language and sexual content
Journey Home
Chapter 3
Orochimaru watched as fire engulfed the south wing, his favorite wing. It held a large amount of his dungeons, torture chambers, and his testing lab for finding new jutsus within his captives’ bodies. Now he was going to have to make another.
His shinobi were moving quickly using water and wind jutsus to stop the fire from spreading, even those who lacked those jutsus were creating chains to carry buckets of water. How could this day get any worse?
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZABCDEFGHIJKLMN
Iruka never ran as fast as he did until right then. He carried Kichirou in both arms, with one hand covering the back of his son’s head as the child sucked, undisturbed, on the pacifier in his mouth. On both shoulders were medium sized bags of supplies. The bag on his right shoulder carried the supplies for Kichirou, such as: diapers, formula, bottles, wipes, toys, and clothes. The other bag carried supplies for himself which mostly consisted of clothes and some food that he was able to store away for the journey. It was not hard to distinguish whose bag was whose; Kichirou’s bag was green and had pictures of giraffes, lions and zebras on it. Iruka’s was simply a dark, ugly brown cloth bag.
The forest green cloak whipped wildly behind Iruka as he bounded down steps and through doors. There were no guards to stop him, nor traps to slow him down. The distraction was working wonderfully, whatever it was. Iruka didn’t dare stop to wonder or find out what it could be. He was going to keep his feet moving, even if they came off at the hips. He couldn’t stop now, and he still wasn’t out into the clear to allow his guard down for a moment. A few more halls and passageways, and he would be out. Just a few more to go.
Pounding feet could be heard coming up fast behind him. Someone had seen him running and was now giving chase. Iruka couldn’t get his legs to move faster, his lungs were burning for oxygen. The feet were coming closer still as Iruka made a quick turn down a passageway and another, hoping to lose his pursuer. Iruka made his way back his beaten path once he didn’t hear the feet, if he lost them or they just gave up, he didn’t know. His heart was racing and he just couldn’t get enough air into his lungs.
The main doors were just ahead. Iruka could see them and reached deep inside him for the last amount of energy he had reserved inside himself. His last bit of adrenaline to help him reach his long time goal, escape from Orochimaru.
The sound of feet could be heard again, this time ahead of him. The feet were coming up from a passageway only a few feet away from him. Iruka knew, without calculating speed and distance, that he and his pursuer were going to meet up with each other at that intersection of hallways. In the end, his escape would be stopped by someone who was in the right place and right time to watch Iruka make his run to freedom.
Iruka stopped only a foot away from the corner, setting his bags away from him and by the wall. Kichirou was placed on top of the bags, a blanket wrapped around to protect him from what could be a deadly scene for his parent and from any debris that could splatter onto him. Iruka took his best defensive stance without weapons. Cursing him-self as he asked himself why he didn’t think of stealing a kunai from one of the guards or someone.
The feet stopped just around their corner, knowing too well that the one they were chasing was waiting for them. Probably debating if I have a weapon or not, and if I’m too dangerous for them to take down by themselves, Iruka thought as his tried to catch his breath before the fight. I hope they don’t know a jutsu that allows to communicate to his comrades for help, or that he is not smart enough to send a clone for back up. Please don’t tell my luck would be as bad that.
Slow steps could be deliberately heard from the enemy shinobi as they stepped from around the corner. Iruka had seen this man before. Those predatory eyes hidden behind black hair was all Iruka needed to see to remember the man. Iruka lowered his stance to change it from defensive to offensive. He planned on killing this man hidden behind the mask.
Laughter from the man echoed through the hall, “I see you remembered me, Babe.” Jinto relaxed his stance, making him-self more lucid for the fight. There was no doubt in his mind that he could take out this chunnin, and maybe have some fun with him before returning him to Orochimaru. “You don’t plan on fighting me and winning now, do you? Just because your Orochimaru’s bitch and a spicy look’n chunnin, doesn’t mean I’m going to take it easy on you, Babe.” Jinto took a step towards Iruka with a leer sketched onto what was visible upon his face.
Iruka took a fastened step backwards. From what he remembered of this man, the man was fast and brutal, Iruka wanted enough distance between them for he could at least react to any movement the man made. “Don’t come any closer, bastard! I will kill you if you take another step towards me or my child!” Iruka yelled with what he hoped sounded ferocious and daunting.
Jinto gave a huff of what could have been a laugh, and took a step back. Finding Iruka’s antics amusing and pathetic. “So aggressive and hostile,” Jinto looked Iruka up and down slowly before meeting Iruka’s eyes again, “I find that very sexy and appealing, Babe.” He licked his lips as he watched Iruka’s face go red with anger.
“You are nothing but a disgusting piece of trash, you pathetic excuse of a man and of a shinobi,” Iruka found his throat to being dry and scratched. Anger building inside him at the thought of what images this bastard could have about him.
“Now. Now, Babe. Let’s be mature and keep name calling out of this,” Jinto waved his hands in mock hurt. Jinto was getting of all this talking, he wanted some action. Especially from this pretty chunnin in front of him. “Someone might take offense.”
Jinto quickly closed the space between him and Iruka, but Iruka was waiting for this and ducked to the side, missing the fist aimed for his stomach. Iruka swung a kick towards the man’s shins, hoping to knock him down, but the man showed his speed once again by jumping over the kick and landing behind Iruka.
Iruka rolled forward; Jinto’s kick missed most of its mark, but still landed against Iruka’s shoulder. The kick caused Iruka to lose some control over his roll, but caught him-self just in time to block another kick to his side with his forearms. Iruka, still crouching from the roll, was shoved back from the force of the kick. With Iruka’s back to the wall, Jinto brought his arm back to punch him out with enough force to knock him out with little serious damage.
Hurt but not out of the fight, Iruka was reading for Jinto’s move with his own. You would think he would remember my kicks? Iruka brought his legs to his chest and with all the force he could muster in his legs, kicked the man standing over him. Now it was Jinto’s turn to have his back against the wall. Iruka didn’t waste any time to stand and charge the man.
Jinto wasn’t a jounin for nothing. Fast hand movements resulted in the floor rising up, creating a shield between him and Iruka. Iruka had to jump back and prepare him-self for the next attack. The cuffs around his ankles, chain broke shortly before the run, were still firmly attached to him and preventing his chakra from forming inside of him. Jinto was not hindered with his Chakra like Iruka, and was still capable of doing jutsus and genjutsus. Iruka's only chance of fighting was taijutsu, which he wasn’t the greatest at.
The wall dispersed, showing a more rigid and pissed off Jinto. “I’m really starting to hate your kicks, Babe,” Jinto rubbed a hand against his chest, “If I’m not careful, you could break a rib.”
Jinto disappeared from where had stood in Iruka’s sight, and showed up again behind Iruka. Iruka tried quickly to turn around, but Jinto had captured one of his arms and was in the process of pinning it against his back. The pain was searing up Iruka’s shoulder to the back of his skull, Jinto was planning on breaking his arm or dislocating his shoulder. Which ever came first was still not a good sign for Iruka.
Think, Iruka. Think. How do you defeat a powerful opponent? How do you win against a jounin, who has control over their charka while you don not? Come on, Iruka. Think of a strategy. Iruka mind raced as he felt a wondering hand smooth itself over Iruka’s abdomen. Fucking perv. Wait! That’s it! How did Naruto and Sakura defeat Kakashi? They used his pervyness to win against him. Iruka took a deep breath, bringing his plan together in his head before acting. This is going to be so degrading.
Iruka forced a shiver to run up his body, as gave a quiet gasp. This didn’t go unnoticed to Jinto, who was having fun wondering Iruka’s body with his hand. “You like it, Babe, don’t lie. You might be mentally fighting urges, but your body will come out on top. Or at least bottom in this situation,” laughing at his own joke, Jinto let go of the arm he had held against Iruka’s back. Iruka rotated it, satisfied that the pain was minimal now it was free.
Iruka gave another strangled gasp, his hips bucked against Jinto’s hand. Jinto couldn’t take any more of the noises and movements this chunnin was making against him. He had to take him righter here, right now. Jinto didn’t care if it was in the middle of the hall; he wanted this chunnin under him screaming in ecstasy.
Jinto turned Iruka around, kissing the man through his mask as his hands rested against Iruka’s lower back and butt. Jinto shoved Iruka down to the ground, so that the chunnin’s back was against the floor. Iruka wrapped his arms around Jinto’s neck, deepening the kiss. Jinto mind was on a whole new world of pervy thoughts about Iruka.
Iruka broke the kiss, licking his lips as he looked at Jinto in the eyes. “I need you to do something first before we can continue, and…” Iruka licked the lips hidden behind the mask before biting quickly down on Jinto’s lower lip, “…I promise to satisfy your every desire. And I will make sure this will be your hottest and wildest sex session if you do me this one favor.” Iruka’s voice was soft as chocolate, promising unfortold epic orgasms.
“Name it, Babe,” Jinto was puffing out air and sweating. Iruka smiled, Jinto was putty in his hand now. This was not his first time seducing someone into doing something he wanted.
“I need you take off the cuffs around my ankles, they are uncomfortable and overbearing. Take them off for me, please,” Iruka mentally smiled as the man lowered himself to Iruka’s legs and quickly disabled the cuffs. Orochimaru may have made the cuffs, but he should have never underestimated the power of a man on a mission. A very explicit mission.
Once the cuffs were off, Iruka felt his own chakra slam inside of him. With his new chakra came new energy. Not fully refreshed but enough energy to teach this perv of a man a whole new lesson on pain. Once again I’m going to have to ask it. You would think this idiot of a man would remember my kicks? Especially when he is straddling me like that, making some parts of him an easy target.
This time when Iruka kicked, he used chakra to help the force of his kick. The kick was right on target, Jinto dropped right there. Without hesitating, Iruka grabbed the discarded cuffs and with quick hands placed them around Jinto’s ankles. He used his own chakra to guarantee they sealed around their new prisoner. Iruka was really thankful for having his chakra back. Jinto laid on the ground coughing as he rolled up into a ball, trying to comfort his lower regions.
“You. Fucking. Bitch.” Jinto was catching his breath, and was emphasizing every word he used. Iruka wasted no time to pick up his own discarded bags and have his child back into his arms.
“You let your lust get ahead of yourself, now you’ll have to explain to Orochimaru why you’re wearing my chakra cuffs and allowed me to escape,” Iruka took some pleasure from watching Jinto flinched. After Iruka had gotten everything situated upon him-self, he watched Jinto sit up with his legs folded underneath himself. “I hope Orochimaru punishes you severely, you bastard.”
“I deserve that,” Jinto slowly met Iruka’s eyes, loosing all the playful behavior he had earlier and replacing it with a serious and somber one. “I was immature in my actions, and I hope I have not done anything against your person to prevent you from leaving.”
Iruka watched the man conscious of the time he was wasting on this man, and alert for any trick this man might try. “I don’t see why it would matter to you?”
“You have nothing to fear from me now, with my chakra blocked,” the corners of Jinto’s lips curved upward slightly, in a feeble smile. “Orochimaru is a monster. Some of my own comrades were killed by him because they failed to meet his expectations. For the past few years, I have grown used to the feelings of contempt and hate. I hated this place, but this place was the only place that was willing to except me. Then you came along. You were sunshine, a kindness I have long ago forgotten. I became hungry for that sunshine you possess and wanted…no, desired it. I was selfish, and I had acted out against you,” Jinto placed his arms out in front of him and lowered his head until his forehead touched the ground, “Forgive me.”
Iruka felt his heart turn and sway to the man’s words. Goddamn it! Why must I be able to forgive people so damn quickly and easily? “You are forgiven to an extent.” Iruka kept his voice cold and emotionless. “Now, tell me where the closest village is? I have to leave here before anyone finds me.”
Jinto gradually stood up, looking towards the doors and then to Iruka, “I suggest you head west nonstop. You will come across a village, but don’t stay long. Orochimaru will definitely look for you there. The second village you come across will be safe enough for maybe a one night stay, but after that village head south. When you reach the village heading south, buy a map and go home.”
Iruka took the man’s words in slowly and carefully. Analyzing for lies or deceits but found none. “Thank-you” Iruka bowed and turned for the door.
“Wait! Take my weapons, they will come of use sooner or later in your travels,” Jinto held out his sheathed sword and his case for kunais and shurikens. Iruka quickly with one hand, careful to hold onto the now sleeping Kichirou, deftly tied the weapons onto himself. During the process the blanket wrapped around Kichirou’s head had fallen, showing Jinto the child Iruka had spoke of earlier.
“Your child’s hair and eyes…they look just like...” Jinto exclaimed before being interrupted by Iruka’s own voice.
“I know,” Iruka rewrapped Kichirou’s head and began the run to finish his leaving of this place. “Once again, thank-you,” Iruka called out over his shoulder as he left Orochimaru’s stronghold and make his final trek home to Konoha. His heart pounding as he thought about all his love ones who would be there, his stomach gaining butterflies as he thought of one silvered hair jounin especially.
“Good luck, Babe,” Jinto whispered after Iruka. All he could do now was wait for his so-called comrades to find him and for Orochimaru to punish him with death. “Orochimaru won’t be happy at all when he finds out I have that chunnin’s ankle cuffs on me. But, boy, the chunnin sure knows how to play dirty. I’m certain now that he is very kinky and wild in bed now.” Jinto smiled to himself as he spoke to no one in particular.
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmn
It had taken his shinobi five hours to stop the fire. Five hours. Orochimaru was furious for the amount of time. The fire had been specialized, a special jutsu that would burn harder with the more attempts at it to stop. After his much aggravating excitement for the day, he needed to do something to help him relax. A thin smile crept over Orochimaru’s face as he thought of a special brunette chunnin that was perfect for the job.
After quickly summoning Iruka and learning from his servants that he was not where he was supposed to be, Orochimaru exploded with anger. He was going to painfully kill and disembody any person he found that had any part in Iruka’s escape. He needed to kill something now before he killed every one of his shinobi and servants.
“Lord Orochimaru, we found a shinobi that was by the entrance. He carries Iruka’s cuffs and appears to have lost all his weapons, sir,” the servant said quickly, hoping to stay away from Orochimaru’s wrath.
“Send him in,” Orochimaru said between quenched teeth as walked through the debris of what was once his testing chamber. He found some of his instruments that survived that fire, a few of them slightly burnt or melted from the heat. Definitely a slow and painful death, Orochimaru thought as lifted the tools into his hands and setting them on what was once the ‘patient’s’ table. Very slow and painful.
Zaybxcwdveuftgshriqjpkolnmmnlokpjqirhsgt
Kakashi and his team had finally made it home. They were covered in sand, dried blood, and leaves, and were exhausted. Naruto went swiftly to his own place to shower and then go get himself something to eat at the ramen shop. Sakura had also gone to her own home to shower, but her plans were on sleep not on food.
After quickly reporting to the Hockage, Kakashi went to his home to clean himself and relax. He actually couldn’t wait to get inside his home. She was waiting for him on the bed when he entered. Her brown eyes watched him as he entered, Kakashi’s own eyes was on the bulge upon her stomach. He couldn’t stop the smile as he left the room quickly to shower. Only a couple of more months before she enters labor.
Tbc…
I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. It took me sooooo long to type. I’m so glad I have this chapter done. It had me really frustrated at some parts.
Thanks for reading, and please review. I always wait until there are more reviews for my last chapter than my old ones before I start typing the chapter again. And I love reading reviews. :)
- Mood:
complacent - Music:3 doors down - going down in flames
I've been thinking about coloring it, but i'm not sure. The only way I can color it is with coloring pencils or with pastel crayons...maybe water colors. I'm good at all those techniques, but I'm too lazy to actually sit down and do it. I get bored to quickly. It took me forever to finish this picture, because I would draw a couple lines, and then be like "uh, what's over there?" and leave it unfinished.
If somebody really wants to color it, go ahead. I probably will never get around to actually finish coloring it.
- Mood:
too much pop
Chapter 2
Kakashi didn’t very much appreciate the smell of blood. His sensitive nose made the smell of blood taste like old boiled meat mixed with sour milk. His masked, luckily, prevented enough of the smell from reaching him, thwarting him from gagging.
Blood was everywhere. Every step he took was in a puddle of blood. The blood even coated his uniform. Naruto and Sakura, not far off from where he stood, were submerged in their enemies’ blood. It wasn’t a battle, it was a massacre. Kakashi knew both him and his team had no choice but to kill the sound shinobi, but it was such an outmatched fight that Kakashi couldn’t help but feel some form of pity for them.
What ever drove the sound shinobi into that battle was unquestionably the foundation of their deaths. Kakashi was certain that what drove them was fear. Fear of Orochimaru. Fear of his experiments and punishments for those who failed him. They had preferred to die here then die by failure from Orochimaru, their leader. Only fools would follow such a corrupt leader. Kakashi turned his head and spitted onto the ground.
This war against the mysterious sound village was getting out of hand. Kakashi looked from the corner of his visible eye at his team. These skirmishes are running us dry. Sooner or later we will make a mistake that will cause our own deaths. “Let’s head back to Konoha, team,” Kakashi waved them towards him, so they could begin their trek home.
Naruto was the first to meet him, Sakura not far behind him. “I know why you want to go home,” Naruto raised a finger, poking Kakashi in the shoulder.
Kakashi moved back, away from Naruto and his finger, “Naruto, I don’t think you …”
“Kakashi, don’t lie to us,” Sakura interrupted, using her scholarly voice and tone; “You’re worried about her, aren’t you?” She pushed past Naruto, “How far along is she? Four months, right?” She lowered her head and winked at him.
Kakashi looked at them, wondering when his personal life became such an open public discussion.
1234567890123456789012345678901234567890
One more day. One more day until Kabuto’s plan is put into action. Iruka couldn’t stop the jitters from coursing through his body as anxiety ripped at his nerves. Kabuto still hadn’t told him what the distraction was going to be, but at this moment, he didn’t much care. The distraction would give him a chance to disappear. Leave this horrid place forever. Abandon the pain, fear, and nightmares behind these walls.
Iruka would take his child out of this citadel of horrors. He would take his son to where there were kind faces and good people. His son could play with other children, and be happy. Tears formed in Iruka’s eyes as he thought of what a life his son would have lived if they never escaped and stayed here. Dreadful thoughts that tore at Iruka’s heart and soul.
Crying could be heard among the collection of blankets that were laid on Iruka’s bed. While Iruka was arranging baby supplies into what was required and what was not necessary, the baby had fallen asleep. Iruka had set his son onto his bed; surrounded by blankets, to allow him some more needed baby sleep.
“Let me guess, sweetie,” Iruka picked up a small moving bundle of blankets and began to hold his son in his arms, speaking softly, “You’re hungry again.” He kissed the baby’s forehead soothingly.
The child continued to cry until a nipple of a bottle filled with baby formula entered his lips. The baby began to suckle onto it, small fingers wrapping around the bottle. Big, beautiful bright baby eyes stared up at his parents. Iruka pursed his lips, making adorable baby noises to his son.
Knock. Knock. There was pause at the door before it opened. Iruka turned around expecting Orochimaru or one of his henchmen’s summoning Iruka into Orochimaru’s presence. To his immense surprise, the pale skin and black hair were not of Orochimaru’s but that of Sasuke’s. Iruka’s heart stopped as he looked at the young man that stood before. He doesn’t carry the same demeanor as he did when he was a child. He appears to be more cold and hateful. An empty shell of the boy he used to be.
“Welcome, Sasuke,” Iruka gave a small bow, ever so careful of the child in his arms. “It is has been a long time. How have you been?”
“Iruka,” Sasuke’s voice even carried the cold demeanor; it sent shivers down Iruka’s spine. “How are you?” Iruka was not surprised Sasuke didn’t answer the personal question directed at him but instead redirected back towards Iruka.
“I’m thriving.”
“Hmm…How about Kichirou?”
Iruka lifted his son up so Sasuke could have a better view of the child bottle feeding, “I think he is doing pretty good now that his stomach is almost full.” Iruka lowered Kichirou, taking the bottle away from the small mouth when his son stopped drinking. “Do you wish to do the honors?” Iruka lifted his son so he would be against Iruka’s shoulder with his head just over as he waited for Sasuke’s answer.
“Err…I would rather not,” Sasuke watched Iruka pat the child’s back, attempting to have Kichirou to burp. Sasuke had heard to many stories from when he was younger, when his mother was still alive, about how sometimes when the baby is burped they might puke all over your clothing. Sasuke wanted no part of that. He would be the one cleaning his own clothes, and even though it would be baby’s puke, it would still be puke.
When Iruka was satisfied with the burp he received from Kichirou, he settled his son down back on the bed among the blankets. Iruka watched as Kichirou began quietly to have a staring contest with one his dolls, a small brown dog with buttons for eyes. A young sound shinobi had found it and had given it to Iruka shortly after the delivery of Kichirou. Iruka couldn’t help but to love the small stuffed dog, it reminded him so much of another small dog he once knew.
Sasuke’s cough brought Iruka back to reality and away from his reminiscences of the past. Iruka glanced at Sasuke; he was watching Iruka with a strange, lop-sided expression on his face. Iruka couldn’t help but snicker at the young man, in return Sasuke lost the expression to gain another that was supposed to strike fear into his previous sensei.
“There is a reason I came here,” Sasuke spoke in a monotone voice, but Iruka could pick up a tinge of hurt feelings. “Orochimaru may not have noticed, but I certainly have,” he paused as he gestured Iruka to sit in a chair. When Iruka had settled himself into a comfortable red oak rocking chair Sasuke began again, “You plan on leaving here, aren’t you?”
Iruka’s heart skipped a beat. He had been careful, he hadn’t changed any of his normal routines nor behaved any different then what he usually did. What if others have noticed also? Iruka could feel his lungs closing onto his heart; he was struggling to keep breathing to what would appear to be normal.
“What do you mean I’m planning on leaving?”
“I know you, sensei,” Sasuke’s accusation went straight to Iruka’s heart. “I know that you can’t stand it here, and I know you are too kind and gentle for a place like this.”
Sasuke took a seat upon a tall stool not far from where Iruka sat, lifting leg so that one of his feet rested on of the cross-bars that conjoined the legs the of the stool. “This place is for those who are seeking something that is beyond just power, but that of revenge. You do not fit here, Iruka. And I know that you are very stubborn in your ways. You don’t hold hatred or seek revenge. You are a ray of light in a world of shadow. If you stay here that light of yours will be swallowed by the shadows become that of the shadows. You’re not just leaving this place because you don’t fit here. You’re leaving because you would cease to exist in this world as the Iruka that we all have known. The Iruka we all know would die. ”
Sasuke took a deep breath, looked at his feet and then back at Iruka. Sasuke didn’t take his eyes away from Iruka’s nor did he blink when he gave his final statement, “And I’m going to help you escape.”
Iruka never felt his eyes go as wide nor his mouth drop so far in that last sentence, not to mention this was the most words he had ever heard spoken from this Uchiha’s mouth. “Why?” Iruka couldn’t understand why all this hospitality from Orochimaru’s men were on him escaping. Where was this hospitality when I first arrived?
“I know Kabuto is planning a distraction tomorrow, allowing more than enough ample time for you to escape. I will help you by disarming all traps that would be in your way or could stop you in your leaving,” Sasuke stood and walked over to Iruka, “The only other things I can give you are this solution that will hide your chakra for a few hours and this…” Sasuke took out a small pacifier with an Uchiha’s crest on it and held out for Iruka to take.
“I can’t take that,” Iruka took the pacifier carefully within his own hands looking at the small offering. It must have meant something very important for him to carry it this long. Iruka decided that if Sasuke was offering him something as important as this, then it would be rude of him to say no and return it. He glanced upwards to tell Sasuke thanks, but he was gone. That little bastard. He gets me all riled up and leaves me here.
Kichirou could be heard making noises in his temporary crib on Iruka’s bed. His small hands were grasped tightly around the toy stuffed dog he was playing with earlier and a plushy snake that crackled when played with. Iruka didn’t much like the toy snake, Orochimaru had given it to Kichirou a couple of weeks ago, but it was one of Kichirou’s toys and it appeared that Kichirou liked the toy.
Iruka carefully rose to his feet, walking slowly towards his son who was still lying peacefully on the bed. Iruka set the chakra sealing solution into the diaper bag he was going to take with him when he left tomorrow. What time? He wasn’t sure, but he was ready for when it happened.
Delicately, Iruka positioned himself next to his son on the bed. Kichirou looked at Iruka, pausing in his playtime with his toys. Iruka used his elbow to support most his weight, as Kichirou was closer to his stomach.
“Look at what I have for you, Kichirou,” Iruka held the pacifier above his son’s head. He watched in amusement as the large eyes followed the object in Iruka’s hands. “It’s a pacifier from an old student of mine, and he wishes for you to have it,” he lowered it to his son’s lips, “so don’t lose it or ruin it. We’ll have to give it back to him one day.” Kichirou’s small lips opened, accepting the pacifier quietly. Iruka laughed as he watched the pacifier wiggled as his son begun to suck fervently upon it. “Good boy,” Iruka kissed his son’s head as he sat up to finish his packing of supplies.
“Where was I?” Iruka spoke to himself, “Do you remember, Kichirou?” Iruka turned around just in time to watch his son’s face go red. “Oh yeah… That’s right. Diapers.” Iruka grabbed a clean diaper and some wipes as he went over to his son to take care of the dirty business of raising a child. “Once we leave here, I’m going to start potty train you. You might still be too young, but we have to start somewhere right?”
1234567890123456789012345678901234567890
Orochimaru listened to the last recount of what had happened to his sound shinobi who were sent to the Village Hidden in the Sand by one of his scouts that escaped. Kakashi was definitely beginning to get onto his nerves. Kakashi and his pathetic team of misfit shinobi had killed his shinobi, all the sound shinobi he had sent. It wasn’t as if he sent enough sound shinobi that it required such an assault, in fact they were traveling around the outskirts of the village.
“Disgusting maggots have no right to call themselves shinobi if they outnumbered the enemy and were still killed by an eccentric team of misfits,” Orochimaru waved the man away, no reason to add that man’s death to the numbers. He wouldn’t have any left if he killed them off himself.
“I don’t understand why it requires so much work to get one little thing from a village,” Orochimaru fumed. “All I requested from those idiots was to retrieve that small item from that shop that sat right outside the village.” Orochimaru turned to one of his henchmen that stood in the shadows in the corner of the room, waiting for any orders from his lord and master, “Send out another party, fewer numbers and make sure they have enough brains to know to cover their chakra and be in disguise.”
Tbc…
- Location:here
- Mood:
nerdy - Music:some german music
Journey Home
Chapter One
Back and forth, Iruka rocked in the wooden chair. His eyes watching the child in his arms finally fall quietly to sleep. A deep warm feeling crept its way up from Iruka’s heart, “love”. Iruka couldn’t help but to love the child he held within his arms. A small smile swept across his face as the child’s small fingers grasped one of his big fingers. Iruka wanted to protect the child, his child, from all the evil in the world. Especially the evil that was sitting in the nearby chair, watching him sooth his child into sleep.
A shiver ran up Iruka’s spine as the man’s black chakra reached out for him. Iruka felt sick to his stomach as the charka touched and began to slither over his body. He wanted to run away from the suffocating chakra or try to get rid some of its overbearing power over him by using his own, but he couldn’t. The cuffs around his ankles only allowed him to walk at a moderate pace, without tripping him too much, and they were specially designed by the man to suppress Iruka’s chakra. Iruka was as vulnerable as a civilian who had training to be a shinobi but lacked the power to enforce his teachings.
The hold Iruka had over his child tightened momentarily as he felt the chakra travel over the tiny body in his arms. Chakra was not lethal, nor was it hostile in the implication that it might do bodily harm to either the child or Iruka. The true purpose of the chakra was to show who the master in this situation was. What frightened Iruka most about the chakra was not its underlining malicious power, but that of its owner.
Orochimaru had sat there from the moment Iruka began to rock his child to sleep. He had not said a word to Iruka during the entire duration, in fact he had not moved at all. Iruka at one point thought the man was asleep, but knew that that couldn’t be true because Orochimaru’s chakra was emitting a steady, strong flow unlike the wavelike, weak flow of slumber. Not once had Orochimaru taken his eyes off of Iruka. Studying him like a specimen in a science project.
Now that the child was asleep, Orochimaru began to move like the living. His arms rested on the armrests as he pushed himself up, standing not far from where Iruka sat still rocking in the chair. A sneer like smile swept its way across his placid expression as he felt the shear dominance he emitted over the small chunnin. His chakra swarmed over Iruka, checking both Iruka’s and the child’s heart rate and such. Their health, he would unwillingly admit, were important to him.
Orochimaru crossed the distance between him and Iruka in a small amount of steps. He stood over the chunnin, his shadow cascading over Iruka and the child. Pretending to not notice the shivers that coursed through the chunnin nor the fear in those brown eyes, he reached down and gently picked up the child held within the tan arms. Iruka gave a croak of distress as his treasure was taken away from him, but did no more in fear of the wrath of the snake sannin. Iruka had been on the receiving end of this shinobi’s wrath too many times to know that the man was ruthless in his beatings.
The child snuggled into the body of Orochimaru, not noticing or caring of the change of ownership. Iruka had stopped rocking in the chair, he sat silently watching Orochimaru cradle the child within his arms. Orochimaru raised his eyes from the child to meet those brown eyes of Iruka. Orochimaru could see the underlying determination and stubbornness hidden behind those eyes, and wanted more than anything to break the man of those feelings. In due time though he would gain that pleasure. It took more than one day for the Egyptians to build a pyramid, and it would definitely take more than a few days to break this sensei of his will.
Orochimaru softly stroked one of Iruka’s cheeks with the back of his knuckles, “I must say you are very amazing in creating a beautiful child.” Iruka moved his face away from those lingering fingers, “I had definitely made the right decision in capturing you,” Orochimaru sniggered at Iruka’s antics. “Who would have guessed that you carried such an amazing blood limit? When I had come across it in my research, of this male pregnancy, I had to find its last descendants,” Orochimaru moved his hand away from Iruka’s face and placed it softly on the bundle he held in his other arm.
Iruka watched quietly as Orochimaru stroked the child’s head tenderly before collecting enough nerve to speak, “How did you know I carried such a blood limit? Not even I knew that I did.”
“Research of history and family trees led me to the blood limits final descendant, which was you,” Orochimaru spoke in a tone of authority that a teacher would take when dealing with a student who had the tendency to be difficult. Iruka knew that tone well enough; he had used it often on his own students when he lived in Konoha. “I knew it was a matter of time before you got…” Orochimaru paused to think of the appropriate word, “…knocked-up.”
Iruka huffed; he hated how Orochimaru made it sound as though he was easy. He only had a few sexual partners in his life, not enough to make it appear as though he was on the hunt. Iruka wondered how that with him having this blood limit, that he had never gotten “knocked-up” before. He decided it came down to how he almost always had condoms be a requirement among his partners.
“I’m done with you for tonight,” Orochimaru lowered the child into Iruka’s awaiting arms. “You may take the little one to your room and sleep. Both you and the child need the rest,” Orochimaru took a step away from Iruka, allowing the chunnin enough room to stand.
Iruka took only one step before a hand took hold of one of his arms. The strong grip would undeniably leave dark purple bruises upon his tanned skin. Iruka turned slowly to face Orochimaru, knowing full well what awaited him.
Orochimaru placed a tender kiss upon Iruka’s lips, releasing his grip on Iruka’s arm. Iruka couldn’t bring himself to kiss the man back, stood there as he felt his eyes begin to water. Orochimaru, never one to be ignored, brought a hand to the back of Iruka’s head, pulling their faces closer. The tender kiss soon lost its tenderness and became ferocious. Tears fell freely down Iruka’s cheeks as he felt teeth bite into his lower lip, drawing blood.
As quickly as the kiss was initiated was as quickly it was ended. Blood dripped down Iruka’s chin as he quickly departed the room with his child after Orochimaru gave quick dismissal with his hand.
That night, after placing his child into the crib in his room and cleaning the blood his face, Iruka cried himself to sleep. He hated it here. He wanted to go home to Konoha. He wanted to see his friends again. See his students and comrades. Buy ramen for Naruto. Be in the arms Kakashi after long night of love making.
The door to Iruka’s room opened, flooding light into the room. Iruka awoke instantly to the change, and watched as a figure entered the room. He knew that body frame and movement too well. Kabuto. Iruka felt sad that such an excellent medic shinobi could be swayed by such an evil force as Orochimaru’s. Iruka also felt sick at the memories Kabuto brought him. Kabuto was the doctor that was there for the labor and delivery during Iruka’s pregnancy.
“Iruka, how do you feel?” Iruka was not fooled by that false sympathy.
“Good, until I was rudely awoken.”
Kabuto gave off a coughed laughter before walking further into the room. He was next to Iruka’s queen sized bed as spoke once again, “Do you wish to go for a walk with me?” He slid his glasses back further upon his face with a finger as stared down at Iruka. “You should take your child as well. Fresh air will be good for the young lungs.”
Iruka didn’t bother to ask Kabuto why they needed to go on a walk, knowing full well that his questions would only go unanswered, began to dress himself into his shinobi outfit without the vest. He then began to wrap a few blankets around his child, in fear of the crisp cold air doing harm to the “young lungs”. He even packed up some diapers, bottles, and such into one of his bags due to Kabuto’s encouragement that the supplies might be needed if the child were to have an accident or becomes hungry during the walk.
It didn’t take long before they were walking quietly on the outside of Orochimaru’s stronghold. The sun was rising over the horizon; the sky was a soft blue as the night began to fade away into the opposite horizon.
“In two days, you will be given a chance to escape. I would suggest you take it,” Kabuto’s statement surprised and confused Iruka. He couldn’t understand how one of Orochimaru’s most faithful minions would want to betray Orochimaru by allowing him to escape. “I like you Iruka; you were one of the best senseis in Konoha and the most understanding. But…” Kabuto stopped walking and turned to face Iruka. “…I care for Orochimaru more. I don’t think he should be wasting his energy on a weak shinobi such as yourself,” Iruka narrowed his eyes at Kabuto at that comment. “You’re only distracting him from his greater goals.”
“I don’t understand,” Iruka looked at Kabuto as confused as he felt. Iruka rocked the child in his arms slowly as the child made a muffled cry.
“I’m giving you a chance to escape in two days, Iruka,” Kabuto took out a baby bottle filled with formula from the bag, handing it over to Iruka to give to the child. “I suggest you take it. It might be your only chance for you and your child to leave here.”
“Thank-you, Kabuto,” Iruka said for both the bottle and the chance of escape Kabuto was giving him. Two-days until he could leave this place behind. Iruka began to make a mental list of items essential for both him and his child. He didn’t notice the smile on his face. His first happy smile he had sense being here.
“Lets head back in; I think we all had enough fresh air for now.” Kabuto led the way back into the stronghold. Orochimaru had no clue what was being planned between Kabuto and Iruka, as he was busy with the news of what the remnants of team 7 were doing to his sound shinobi near the Village Hidden in the Sand.
Kakashi watched as Naruto and Sakura took care of the last sound shinobis. The Kazekage Gaara had asked for help from Konoha, in hopes of them sending Naruto, to take care of some sound shinobi pests. Kakashi tried to analyze all the possible reasons for Orochimaru to send his shinobi here. “What were they after?”
Tbc…
This is the end of chapter 1. Woot. Please read and review. I love reading everyone’s reviews; I’ll try to start replying back.
- Location:everywhere
- Mood:
busy - Music:nothing
I was bored and wanted to write a story about my favorite character on Naruto: Iruka. I don't own Naruto nor any of its characters, but it would be kool if I did.
Warning: Some angst, yaoi, some sexual content (more to come), etc.
Kakashi/Iruka and mpreg.
Prologue:
It was supposed to be a simple C class rank mission. It was supposed to be a simple escort of a family of three back to their home in a nearby country. It wasn’t supposed to be dangerous or extreme. The mission was supposed to be easy and uncomplicated. As it turned out, it was far from it.
The three man cell became a one man cell to quickly for Iruka’s tastes. His comrade, who was in the lead, was taken by a trap that roped around his legs and lifted him into the air. At that point, to quick for those still standing on the ground, something came through the air and cut the man in half at the waist. The family screamed and huddled together in the middle of the road, trying to become as small as possible. Iruka tried to hustle them to a shallow grove off the road and near some shrubs, as his last comrade took defensive stance behind him.
The laughter from their enemies resonated through the trees all around them. Not good, Iruka watched as rogue shinobis came onto the road from the nearby shadows. The family screamed and sobbed at his feet, making it hard for him to think straight or hear what these shinobi wanted.
He felt it more than heard it when his last comrade it the ground with blood discharging from his neck, through an opening where he knew wasn’t there moments ago. Iruka was all alone now, surrounded, outnumbered, and most likely outmatched. They were moving too quickly to be a chunnin, Iruka questioned even if they were simple jounin.
The screams from the family stopped, Iruka turned just in time to come face to face with masked shinobi. The masked the man was wearing was similar to his lover’s, but the eyes were not. This shinobi’s eyes seemed to be cruel and filled with hatred, compared to his lover’s eyes which were filled sorrow and love. He didn’t even register the quick hand movement towards his neck until he felt himself falling and losing unconsciousness.
His last thoughts were on his lover, who was miles away. Iruka recalled the silver hair standing against gravity. Those mismatched eyes that looked into his soul. Iruka remembered the man’s hands and face. I wish he didn’t feel the need to hide his face, I find it very beautiful upon him; Iruka’s final thoughts resonated within him as he lay upon the ground before closing his eyes to the world.
Kakashi hated the world. His eyes were pouring rivers down his cheeks, the shaurigan was spinning madly making Obito’s eye shoot pain into his skull. He couldn’t stop himself from forming the tears in his eyes. Iruka was dead. His Iruka was dead. Both him and his team were ambushed by what they believed to be members of the Akatsuki. It didn’t make sense why they would attack a group of chunnin shinobi escorting a family back to their home, but then again many of the members were monsters that would take pleasure from some random killing spree.
The report had declared that there was blood and corpses at the sight. Some of the corpses had appeared to be caught up in a powerful fire jutsu that turned some of the bodies to ashes. It had look as if Iruka was caught in the jutsu, explaining the lack of body they had found and what appeared to be his blood close to his final resting spot. The family they were escorting hadn’t survived either. The parents’ bodies were found coated in their own blood; their daughter’s body was in ashes. The reconnaissance cell came to the conclusion that Iruka had tried to save the daughter, but they were both caught up in the lethal fire jutsu.
Kakashi hated that Iruka was taken from him, but as a shinobi, he knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. He was just hoping later, or that he was the one to go before Iruka. He took a deep breath, took control of his wild chakra, and slowed the flow of the tears until they stopped. It had happened. He couldn’t change it. He would never forget Iruka, but he couldn’t allow Iruka’s death prevent him from proceeding in his life. Those close to him always died, Iruka was no different. Kakashi had gotten used to the idea of living the rest of his life alone; he was just hoping Iruka would have outlived him.
Kakashi placed the red roses next to the grave stone, placing his fingers to his lips and then to the new name sketched onto the stone, before leaving the sight to begin his mission. It was an assassination of some corrupt politician in a nearby village. The usual for the Copy Nin.
Iruka had awoken to the smell and sound of sizzling bacon. There was also the sound of a running river in the background. The chattering of those around him stopped as they became aware that he had awakened. Heavy, slow footsteps came near him, whoever it was, was allowing Iruka to know he was coming towards him. Iruka quickly checked his appendages and his body position. They had him sitting upright against a tree, with his legs out in front of him. His arms and hands were tied tightly behind his back while his legs were tied more loosely but more securely. They must be planning on me walking with them to their destination, Iruka internally spoke to himself as he opened his eyes to see who was approaching him.
It was the same man from before, and still in the approximately same distance from his face. Iruka could feel the man breaths upon his face. The breaths were warm and smelled of good breakfast. The man’s black hair was down upon his face, not fully covering the cruel eyes behind them. His mask still fastened to his face. He was holding a plate filled with toast, bacon, and eggs between him and Iruka, almost right under Iruka nose.
“You want breakfast, Babe?” He spoke quietly with a very strong voice. He almost sounded amused. “We can’t untie you, so you’ll have to make do with me feeding you,” he picked up a piece of bacon and held it under just under Iruka’s lips.
Iruka debated about the situation quickly in his head. The food might be poison, but why poison him now when they could have killed him earlier. He could be difficult and not eat the food, but that might make them angry and he didn’t know how long they plan on traveling before eating again. It would be best to just eat the food; he would definitely need the energy for whatever came next.
Iruka opened his mouth, never taking his eyes from the man. The masked man chuckled, never taking his own eyes from Iruka’s, as he placed some of the bacon into the chunnin’s mouth. He pulled it away marginally as Iruka chewed and swallowed was in his mouth. They kept this process up until they reached the end of the bacon. When Iruka opened his mouth this time for the small piece of bacon that was left, he had a thumb shoved into his mouth pressing firmly against his tongue. Iruka tried to bite down on the man’s intruding thumb, but he was placing a good amount of chakra around the digit, preventing Iruka from dislodging his thumb from his hand.
Iruka tried to move his head away when he felt the thumb begin to stroke his tongue, but the man had to tight of a hold on his face. Iruka decided to do the next best thing. He brought his legs as close as he could to his chest before kicking the man as hard as he could away from him. It worked, Iruka watched in some glee as the man fell on his but some feet away as the man’s fellow comrades laughed out loud. It was short lived as the rest of the food landed on his legs, There goes breakfast.
The man got slowly up, coming once again close to Iruka, this time careful of the legs and weary of the chunnin’s kick. He lifted Iruka up by his shoulders, until Iruka was standing next time. Iruka had to look up at the man.
Iruka was once again astonished by the man’s speed as he was backhanded across the face. Iruka’s head was now facing a different direction with his sight spinning. The blow had a lot of power behind it, Iruka knew that it wasn’t the man’s full strength but it had hurt a whole heap for Iruka to know that this man was not one to mess with. The man was showing Iruka who was the boss here; Iruka hated the man for making him feel weak. Kakashi never hit him, no matter how heated the arguments. To be hit by this man in such a disrespectful way really hurt him both physically and mentally, it was if some of his pride and dignity was taken away.
The man took hold of Iruka’s ponytail in a strong grip, ripping some of the hairs out of the scalp. The pain was searing, but not as bad as the backhand to his face, where he could feel his right cheek already swelling. “Now, Babe, that was really nice of you to kick me like that. Now look at your food, it’s all over you,” the man made a show with his free hands towards Iruka’s pants. “That was all the food you were going to get for today, now you have spend today hike hungry.” The man inched his face closer to Iruka’s, “I can see now why Orochimaru wanted us to get you. You are really feisty, Babe,” Iruka couldn’t stop the uncontrolled shiver that ran down his spine at the mention of Orochimaru’s name. “I wonder how feisty you really are in bed.”
The man’s lips closed harshly over Iruka’s mouth, the man’s teeth biting at Iruka’s lips. Iruka fought back, trying to buck the man away from him and keeping his mouth closed, not allowing the man any access to the interior of his mouth.
“Jinto, that is enough,” one of the man’s comrades spoke loudly, before placing his hands between both Iruka and the man and pushed them apart. Iruka was backed away from Jinto, was it? And hid behind the new man, using his body as a wall between him and his molester. “Anyways, Orochimaru wants him untouched and mostly unharmed,” the man sent Iruka’s molester an unspoken warning of pain and death if Orochimaru is disobeyed.
“Whatever,” the molester looked at the man then at Iruka, “Too bad for you, Babe, I’m certain I would have been the more humane choice between Orochimaru and I.” The man laughed and walked away, leaving Iruka to his thoughts of Orochimaru and what he wanted Iruka for.
tbc...
thanks for reading. Reviews much appreciated. Tehe, I'm so mean to poor Iruka. You can always tell who my favorite character is by mainly two things: (1) they are almost always uke (bottom) and (2) bad things happen...usually really bad things. Muhahahaha...
- Location:here
- Mood: accomplished
Profile
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
loverandrival- loverandrival
Syndicate
