Title: Ninjutsu Baby
Author: kawaiichiisaikitsune
Rating: T
Pairings: KakaIru
Summary: They had been together and happy for years. But with the help of a secret, forbidden Ninjutsu art and a manic Konoha ninja their lives are going to change. And the impossible is going to happen. KakaIruMpreg

So, yay, I'm doing the author notes this time. :) Sorry for the almost-year delay. (Again, right? / ) We have a plan though, got everythin mapped out, so we're hoping to get updates going better. Just gotta stay away from writer's block is all. Anyways, hope you like this chapter. Enjoy! :)

Ninjutsu Baby

..:Chapter Five:..

For a good couple of hours, Iruka idly wandered the clear streets, having taken the day off and choosing to mull over what he had just been told by the doctor. He had been thinking carefully about the two choices, thinking about what he really wanted out of this predicament. Regardless of how he was placed in this situation, he knew to think of it as how to come out of it.

Caught in his thoughts, his feet carried him for hours, not appearing to be one bit tired, though. He frowned in concentration, eyebrows knitting together subconsciously as his thoughts about birthing a baby blended together. On one hand, it would be quite complicated raising a baby when both "parental units" had full-time jobs. But, the back of his mind spoke, it wasn't as if he was against the idea of having a baby.

In all honesty, actually, Iruka wouldn't mind for one second having a child come into his life. That was why he chose teaching younger students, because he simply adored children. Especially if he were given one of his own, he knew he'd care for it greatly and be happy with such a child. But, it was the fact of where all of this might end up. In one aspect, it was his fear speaking to him and confronting him about whether or not he'd make a good father. And, from another view point of his mind, it was his residual anger from being the guinea pig to Kakashi's unauthorized plan.

Slowly drawing himself out of his depressing thoughts, he choose his first plan of action was to actually talk to his partner about this whole ordeal, get some facts straight, and converse through all of it with him. Just because the decision of Iruka being pregnant was conversed didn't mean the discussion of having the baby had to be left unspoken of.

Chocolate orbs looked to the sky, smiling softly as the sun began to lower into the ground. The traces of a smile, however, were wiped from his face as he realized just where he had walked to. Absently kicking himself mentally, he walked onto the sturdy bridge, waiting for his silver-haired boyfriend to come back with his team from their mission. He remembered being told by the jounin that they met there before a mission and after a mission, and hoped desperately that he hadn't missed the four shinobi.

And to his luck, he didn't miss them at all, as he saw three little figures and one taller one head for the bridge. The blonde boy, Naruto, was skipping, obviously pleased with the turn out of their mission, his arms hooked around either teammate. The pink-haired girl, Sakura, seemed content to skip along with him, pleased as well, and the ebony-haired boy, Sasuke, actually let himself be dragged along by the hyper-active one. Their leader was smiling through his mask.

"Ah! Iruka-sensei!" Naruto cried excitedly as he noticed the scarred teacher on the bridge leaning back on the railing. He released his teammates and raced over to him, giving him a giant hug and bright smile. "What are you doing here?" he chimed with question when he let go.

"Just curious to see how my favorite student was doing," he lied with a smile, patting his head. His attention was elsewhere when the rest of them team caught up with the excitable blonde. Nausea gnawed at his stomach when he glanced over to the bright blue eye of the ex-ANBU.

"Hey! Iruka-sensei! Why don't you come to the ramen stand with us?" the fox demon carrier offered brightly, tugging on the brunet's sleeve to gain his full attention.

He smiled rather weakly, "Sure, I'll tag along."

"Kaka-sensei, Iruka-sensei's coming with us to get ramen," the blonde yelled back to their jounin leader, never having let go of the teacher's sleeve. He faced the brunet with a proud grin, "C'mon, Iruka-sensei," he said, dragging the older shinobi along the way to the ramen stand. Iruka faintly smiled at his former student as the other rambled about the mission they had just completed, full of unnecessary facial expressions.

He glanced backwards to see Sakura trying to engage in conversation with the Uchiha heir, Kakashi walking beside them, face covered by an orange book he seemed to be engrossed in. Sighing inaudibly, he turned his undivided attention back onto Naruto beside him.

Eventually, the five shinobi made it to the stand and sat down on the stools beyond the curtain, the owner immediately recognizing his blonde customer. Naruto grinned cheekily at the older male before ordering himself beef ramen to start off with.

Unfortunately for Iruka, the blonde had decided without realizing it to sit right in the middle, Iruka taking the seat to the left of him without thinking too much of it. Sasuke sat down nonchalantly on the other side of the boy, the bubblegum-haired girl happily taking the seat on the other side of the Uchiha. Which left the vacant seat on Iruka's other side to be occupied by the silver-haired jounin.

All the ramen bowls were ordered and served without a word between the two teachers. There was endless chatter, however, from the scarred man's other side as Naruto carried on a one-sided conversation with his teammates. It became two-sided as Sakura decided to respond, but Sasuke seemed to refuse to talk.

Iruka felt rather awkward as he sat next to the ex-ANBU with a bowl of ramen he wasn't interested in eating. It didn't smell appetizing and he had a feeling his stomach wasn't going to agree with the meal. So he pushed it away, slightly in the blonde's direction, knowing he'd probably eat once he was done slurping up his own.

"Not hungry?" The voice surprised the brunet, so much so that he nearly jumped. He turned his attention to the masked shinobi, nausea gripping at his stomach again. He swallowed the nervousness back into his stomach as it crept up.

"I guess not," he replied softly.

"Ah," the other sounded in understanding, glancing to his own dish.

Iruka inhaled deeply and let the breath out slowly, turning his gaze on the man beside him. He reluctantly peered into the only eye visible, face taking on a serious yet contemplative look. "I saw the doctor today," he voiced, knowing the other would understand completely.

And he did. Pushing his dish away for the moment and placing a single elbow on the wood counter, resting his head on the fisted hand, Kakashi looked back into chocolate orbs. "Oh? And what did he say?"

Not fully convinced that the silver-haired man was actually interested and betting the jounin already knew, to an extent, what he was going to say, Iruka said, "He confirmed it. Daiki-sensei was confused as to how, but he did tell me my options and everything."

"So then, you have a lot to think about," Kakashi stated easily with a laid-back voice, the outline of his lips through the mask twitching slightly upward.

"I do," he admitted with a sigh, looking at the bowl of ramen steaming next to the other's elbow. He chose to glare lightly back up at him. "Thanks to you. You still have a lot of explaining to do, you know."

"I know," the silver-haired man smiled, "Later."

"Of course. But that means I expect you to actually come home."

"You have my word, Iruka."

"Iruka-sensei?" Naruto suddenly chimed from his other side, gaining his attention, "Is this mine too?" He pointed at the bowl between him and the brunet.

"Yes, you can have it," the teacher smiled warmly.

"Thanks, Iruka-senei!"

The conversation between the two adults had been broken, but the uncomfortable air that had settled above their heads was understanding. Still, to Iruka, it was slightly awkward being here with the jounin's team, but he threw out that fact and quirked an amused eyebrow at the blonde stuffing his mouth beside him.

Eventually, everyone had finished their ramen bowls, or twenty bowls in Naruto's case. The three students stared cautiously at Kakashi, once again missing the opportunity to have a glance at what was underneath the mask, but shrugged it off after a moment.

"Bye, Iruka-sensei! See you later!" The ecstatic genin called to his teacher, waving enthusiastically and leaving with his teammates. Iruka waved back at him, smiling faintly, Kakashi standing beside him with his nose buried in that god-forsaken orange-covered book.

"Let's go home." Iruka voiced softly to his companion, turning in the opposite direction of his former students and walking toward the house he resided in, knowing Kakashi would be following him.

Reaching the home, he unlocked the door, allowing himself inside, the other following close behind. He removed his headband and vest, sighing slightly as though relieved to be rid of the garments. He was no longer a shinobi, but just a regular human being. Afterward, not waiting for the other, he headed over to the kitchen to get himself a drink. Settling with a simple glass of water, he sat himself at the wooden dining table, expecting the other to sit across from him. He did.

"Explain."

"You love children," the jounin stated simply. His own vest and headband was removed, however, his mask still remained.

"Yes, that's why I became a teacher."

"And you know as well as I do that you want one of your own. You want a family."

"Eventually, yes," Iruka frowned, "I wasn't sure about now or anytime soon. Don't you have doubts?"

Kakashi smirked softly, not answering the question, "Then get an abortion."

"That is an option. Is that all you have to say for yourself, though?"

"No," he shrugged.

"Then let me hear the rest of it."

"A successor. No matter how much you see Naruto as a son, you know he's not going to follow in your footsteps. And I'm sure you'd like the thought of someone following after you; your own blood son or daughter, for that matter."

"I suppose, yes," Iruka stated simply, "But I don't see how that was enough reason for you to put me in this state without my consent."

The silver-haired jounin leaned back in his chair, "It seemed a good enough reason for me."

"But we never actually talked about it. And you just sprung this on me, expecting me to be perfectly fine with this?" Iruka's tone was rough, brown eyes unusually narrowed in suspicion.

"Well, no, I didn't expect you to be fine with it. I just figured we'd work through that bump when we got there," Kakashi relaxed into the back of the chair, returning the look with his own calm gaze.

The brunet sighed, slumping in his seat and staring at the glass of water that sat before him. There was no more point in arguing, he figured as he slowly stood up. He had a huge decision to make now, but what was done was done and there was no taking it back. Still, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to trust the other anymore if he insisted on doing things without consulting him in the least. He didn't want to think about it.

"We're done for now," he said before trudging off toward the bedroom. He felt extremely tired now.

The other soon followed after him. However, after the teacher entered the room, he slammed the door shut on the other's nose. "You're sleeping on the couch," he called as explanation.

Rubbing his nose, the jounin turned back around and headed back out to the living room where the couch was situated. He could deal with this for a little while, he reasoned with himself, removing the shinobi garments that were placed there.

Settling into the relatively comfortable piece of furniture, Kakashi willed himself to sleep, thoughts darting subconsciously to the brunet in their bedroom. Idly, as he drifted between awareness and sleep, he wondered what the other's choice would be in the end. Yet, the jounin was not worried in the slightest.

Morning came rather quickly, and Kakashi woke up slowly, sitting up with a small yawn and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He stood from his spot on the couch and wandered to the kitchen, recognizing a plate of buttered toast and a cup of coffee. The ex-ANBU walked over to the undoubtedly quickly made meal and picked up a piece of toast, putting the bread in his mouth.

Light blue eyes searched for the clock in the room, realizing he had about a half an hour before he was officially three hours late for meeting his students. Which meant, in other words, he was perfectly on schedule. Smiling, he seated himself at the wooden table where Iruka had sat yesterday and finished the simple meal, cautiously drinking his coffee.

At the school, Iruka stood in front of his class, lecturing on the rules of the shinobi and tested their knowledge and how much they had remembered. So far, actually, the brunet concluded they were doing very well and it was about time to move onto the next lessons.

It was rather early into the near school year, so they hadn't covered too much of the shinobi ways. Iruka had taught the children of the rules and the importances of training and given them lectures on what shinobi were and why they existed. They'd train outside a few times, throwing kunai and other sharp objects at the targets on the trunk of a tree.

"Can we go outside, Iruka-sensei?" one noisy kid called out to the front of the class.

Smiling slightly at the idea and wondering why he was strangely in a good mood today, he answered, "Actually, I'm feeling quite generous. Who wants to go outside today?"

:-:-:TBC:-:-:

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