The Many Adventures of Kakashi and Iruka

Have you ever wondered how Kakashi and Iruka met? Or how their child hood was?

Shonen-ai, KakaxIru Random stories, may not be in correct order but who cares? They’re cute

Disclaimer-I don’t own Naruto cause I would be laughing my head off if I did.

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I got bored when I did this. Some might be mixed up though. I hope you like it. And think of this as the prologue to Ramen and Kisses. Thanks and enjoy.

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Crying. Crying is for the weak of heart and for losers who need a life. Or emo kids who have nothing better to do. Crying was useless anyway. It meant that you would have to show your one weakness. And crying only led to cutting of the wrists or suicidal thoughts. Or sometimes even stupider things. Like therapy and kami knows what else. This is the way he thought. Because he didn’t have anything to live for and crying to him was absolutely useless. You couldn’t accomplish anything by it. These were the thoughts of the number one jonin-child-prodigy in the entire village of Konoha.

So as he sat on the roof top, looking at the vast village of Konoha, this was all that was going through his head. He didn’t need to cry. He did plenty of that when he was younger. He considered himself weak back then. And actually he was. Of only eight, he had lost everything, and then some. Nothing mattered other than the village. His duty was to protect this village. Not one individual by themselves, the entire village of Konoha.

It was already late at night when cries were heard everywhere. He looked up; far away all he could hear was screaming and destruction. His mind was raking for an answer to what was going on. He now thought this might have been the proper time to cry. Only for it brought back memories. He quickly ignored the fact that he wanted to cry, before jumping into action.

Jonin weren’t supposed to feel anything; they were to only do the job that was given to them.

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As he came farther away from the scene of the attack, to look for survivors, he heard a sudden scream of a woman. It wasn’t the normal scream of a frightened woman. It was the bloodcurdling scream of someone dying. Or rather it was the scream of someone trying to save someone by dying.

He remembered that sound all too well. He felt like crying again. But he stopped himself. He couldn’t bring himself to do that. It would mean he was weak, and it would cause panic in the villagers all around him. They would see the best ninja in Konoha crying and they would lose hope. That was the last thing he wanted. If more people lost hope, then the village would be in doom. He heard yet another cry this time of a child and far off he heard the whipping of a tail or something else. He dared not look back. He was scared that he would see something he never wanted to see in his life.

So he kept on forward.

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As he came to the scene he was searching for, with the child and the possible dead woman, he was struck with fear. The scene he was in was a cave not far from the village that now reeked with the stench of blood and corpses. He almost threw up in his own mouth. The smell was intoxicating. He pulled himself together and began his journey through the cave.

As he entered further into the cave, he found that the uttermost back part of the cave was broken off, leaving the beautiful night sky to be visible. Of course it would have been at its full level of beauty if it weren’t for the screams and destruction of the night. This night reminded him further of his own tormented past. He shuddered at the thought of anyone having to do this. Or anyone who did do that. ‘Why would anyone be so foolish as to do that? Just to save another?! WHY?!’ He thought as he ran further and remembered the cry he heard earlier.

As he finally came to the end of the cave, he stopped dead in his tracks. He fell to his knees at the sight before him. Blood was possibly the only thing visible around the area. That, being the bloody figures covering something up. He removed his mask, knowing that no one would see him, and vomited. He threw up like he had never done before. He threw up because of the memories of his own past, the bodies he now saw, and the fact that something or someone could shed so much blood.

He then heard crying. It was a small whimper of a cry, and barely audible.

It sounded like the voice of the kid he heard earlier. It was pitiful, and so sad. Yet, he admired the fact that the kid could cry. It made him strong in a weird way. He hurried up from where he was vomiting and got up to look for the child.

He came up to the bodies that he knew were on top of the little boy. The sight saddened him. The woman, who apparently died earlier, had her arm around the little boy and the father, whom also had his arm around his child. The two parents protecting their small child. He looked up at the stars again. He thought of his parents as well. How they had lost their lives to protect others. He hated them for doing that. They left him here all alone. He hated these people down at his feet as well. Why did they leave their child here? Why didn’t they take him with them?! WHY?! Why was he still here?!

He composed himself and rolled the parents over with his foot. But just as he was doing so, he noticed a kunai in the hand of the father. Before he could stop the blow, the boy’s face was cut by the kunai as the father moved over. It was just one the bridge of the nose, and all you heard was his horrible ripping sound. Kakashi’s eyes went wide as he realized his mistake.

The child was already scared as it was, with his dead parents on top of him, and then that had to happen. But the child didn’t look crap-in-my-pants scared. He just looks terrified. He didn’t cry of the cut but he did flinch. He didn’t continue crying he just let his tears roll down his face. He hiccupped then and again, but other than that he was quiet. He also whimpered. But he didn’t seem to notice the boy who just gave him a permanent scar.

He put his hands out to the little boy, so that way the boy wouldn’t become what he was. Sad and lonely. Maybe he could save this boy from whatever was now set for him. He made a sad vow to himself that he would. He would protect the boy from anything. He didn’t want the little boy to become this thing he had become. A monster of loneliness.

He picked up the child, and noticed he had beautiful brown hair. It was kind of long for a boy, but it fit the child well. But his hair was loose. He must have lost it when whatever it was came to finish off his parents. He felt sorry for the little one, who was now clinging to the warmth of the jonin. He must have been tired of clinging to nothing but dead corpses. As the child clung to him, he got an elastic band out of his jonin pack (He carried them for his special two-sided jonin attack) and pulled the boys hair up. If the boy was grateful he didn’t show it. He just stayed calm in the jonin’s arms.

But he never let go; he clung to Kakashi as if there was no tomorrow. Kakashi was fine with that. He swore to protect this brown haired boy covered in blood. Protect him and take him to safety whatever the case may be.