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      Published: 2008-11-15 Completed: 2008-12-25 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 24766
****** Once a Wizard, Always a Shinobi ******
by kingofloosepages [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Naruto HP Harry falls through a portal into the middle of an Anbu
     meeting. From there it's Inuzuka, survival, and a contract with Remus
     Lupin?
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
     may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator,
     please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection
     profile.
***** Chapter One *****
Rating:: M+ (to be safe)
Warnings:: Slash, Het, blood and stuff, mentions of non-con, mentions of
underage (I guess) HarryOC (OC dies so don’t get in a twist) HarryHaku (Haku is
a BOY damn it!)
Disclaimer:: I don’t own anything you recognize.
Note::It's better updated on my Fanfiction.net account, but I'm to lazy to do
anything about right now. The account name is the same as this one and so is
the story name. The smut isn't there though! =P
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A head of black hair tossed and turned in the throws of a familiar nightmare.
Small features scrunched then slackened as the body stilled. Several minutes
later a frown returned and the motions of a bad night started up again. All of
this was normal right? People often had night terrors, even more couldn’t help
but move in their sleep. Well as normal as this was the person performing the
acts was anything but.
Harry Potter had always been different. The bigger boy had made that abundantly
clear to him before his Uncle had dumped him off in the streets. If Harry cried
he got hit, if the other boy cried he got fed. That didn’t matter once he was
on the streets however. A child of four, looking to be one, could barely walk
let alone survive on their own.
Somehow he did the impossible again. For six months he stumbled along the dirty
streets hiding from the big scary people and living off what he could glean
from sympathetic women. He especially liked it when they gave him the soft
cookies in the park. Those were so good and he always got so many! Of course
the scary man would always look for him there so he hadn’t been down that way
in a while.
When it started to snow more people started showing up, all of them feeling the
same as the scary man. He didn’t like that they always found where he was
hiding, didn’t like the way they tried to hurt him with their sticks. The scary
man found him several days after the first snow and Harry took off running. It
was as a red light killed the cat he’d scared up that the boy tripped and fell
through a rip in space.
Weapons were out, seals half done, as thirty or so Anbu jumped away from one
spot. A child came tumbling through the ceiling in the middle of the group.
Impossibly green eyes stared widely at all the hostile creatures around him.
Animalistic masks stared back. He lifted his hand to fix his glasses and cried
out in surprised pain as a needle was suddenly sticking it to the ground.
Morbid fascination took control for several seconds before an ear piercing wail
erupted form the small body. The hand was jerked up and off the impaling needle
to be cradled against a small chest. Immediately everyone tensed up even more.
The man that had been standing at the front of the group was the only one not
covered in a mask or cloak.
His yellow hair stood out glaringly, as did his concerned expression. He
motioned for a man in a dog mask to come forward but Harry flinched away from
him immediately. The small boy whimpered and scrambled as far back as he dared
without touching anyone before he could move no further and he was caught. Of
course he didn’t struggle, he remembered what happened last time he’d
struggled.
The toddler let himself be tucked into a warm cloak hidden from view. He closed
his eyes in abject terror at the thought of what was going to happen now that
he’d been caught. There had been times when he’d hidden from the big people
with some of the smaller big kids. They’d delighted in telling him all about
the horrors of orphanages. Would they put him into one of those?
They stood for several long minutes with muffled sounds reaching the scared
toddler. Blood seeped from under his little fingers and a burning pain lanced
up his arm but he was quiet. Crying had caused this man to catch him after all.
A little squeak left him as they started to move and a short time later he was
being exposed to dim lights and cool air.
“Here we go, alright there kid?” Of course the poor boy didn’t understand what
the man was saying at all.
A difference in languages made his small brow furrow “Wha’? Ah dun know tat.”
The man frowned and Harry realized the mask was gone. Two bright red triangles
stood out in the dark lighting. They had the child’s undivided attention, he
even forgot about the pain in his hand for a while as he tried to puzzle out
why this man had painted his face.
Fingers that should have been chubby came up to touch the red triangles and a
surprised look crossed his face when it felt just like any other piece of skin.
Inuzuka Momosuke smiled a little as the child seemingly forgot about his pain
and demonstrated the curiosity that got his daughter into trouble all the time.
The door opened with a quiet click and the hand jerked away as if burned. Blue
eyes turned to look at the Yondaime. Arasai smiled at the wide green eyes
peering at him through broken glasses.
The door closed just as quietly as it had opened “Who is he?”
Momo shrugged “He doesn’t speak Japanese Hokage-sama. I asked him if he was
alright and he spouted babble at me. I was wondering though, do you think I
could adopt him? Pups can’t survive on their own in the snow you know.”
Arasai grinned “How did I know you’d ask that? I’ve already written up the
document that says he’s part of the Inuzuka clan. You just have to name him and
hope your wife doesn’t kill you for this.”
Momo grinned widely “She’s been complaining that she doesn’t have any babies
around what with Hana in the academy and Mika not letting anyone near her
puppies.” Harry, satisfied that he wasn’t going to be hurt any time soon had
snatched up a piece of the cloak and wrapped his hand up in it. Blood was
staining the gHana material, but he didn’t mind.
He was trying very hard not to make any noise despite how much it hurt. He
didn’t want to draw their attention to himself after all. Being a child made
that very difficult though and he couldn’t stop himself from yelping when the
cloak was accidentally pulled on. Immediately both pairs of blue eyes were on
him. Harry shrunk away from the attention.
Arasai frowned as he realized the hole was still untreated “Wait here and I’ll
go get something to bandage that up with.” Momo nodded and wrapped his arms
around the shaking child. Within half an hour Harry was renamed Inuzuka
Shurachi, had his hand wrapped, and was settled in a large bed. He fell asleep
and that is where our story started out. In his bed with him suffering from
night terrors.
The little face was scrunched up as he ran frantically from the shadows trying
to get him. Flashes of colorful light drew his attention sometimes, but he was
to scared to want to go look at them more closely. Hands and feet twitching in
his mad dream rush to escape drew the attention of the smallest puppy sleeping
on his bed. There was about a fourth of the pack snuggled in around him to keep
him warm in the cold winter.
Cautiously, so as not to wake any of the other dogs, the puppy edged toward the
sleeping child. A quick inspection told him that nothing was hurt and no one
was really cuddled up with the human. Deciding that it would be his job, the
puppy climbed onto Harry’s side and settled to sleep on his hip. He remained
undisturbed all night as Harry’s dream had instantly smoothed out.
Inuzuka Hana, now ten years old, watched her new little brother sleeping for
several long minutes before walking into the room. She inhaled deeply then said
in the loudest voice she could muster without yelling “Shurachi, time to wake
up!!!” Harry, or rather Shurachi, shot up in bed like a rocket and stared
around himself with wide eyes.
The puppy yelped as it was suddenly dislodged and Hana laughed at them before
hopping onto the bed with him “Good morning sleepy brain! Tou-san said I got a
new baby brother and you’re it! I’m your Nee-chan!! Isn’t it great?”
Wide green eyes watched the beaming girl until she quieted before Shura tried
answering. He remembered how his new parents had greeted each other last night
and hoped he was doing it right “Konichiwa…?”
Giggles issued forth from Hana “Iie, Ohayo! You were close though. Tou-san says
you don’t know how to speak very well so I’ll help you kay?” Shura gazed at the
girl curiously. He barely understood that he was wrong about the greetings he’d
said and was completely lost when it came to anything else she’d said. He was
painfully aware of how difficult it was for him to communicate as the day wore
on.
For starters, they thought he was able to understand them even if he couldn’t
speak. That was quickly remedied when the man from the night before had told
him not to try touching the puppies and he did anyway. His hand, which had
already been injured, still throbbed in protest whenever he thought about how
close that females mouth had come to removing it.
It was about a week later that he worked up the courage to speak with his new
mother. He’d been eagerly sucking up any knowledge offered by his new family
and thought he could at least get his point across. Padding into the kitchen,
he looked around for the kind hearted woman. She was cleaning the dishes as
he’d expected so he had to tug on her pants to get her attention.
When those warm brown eyes were on him, Shura wrapped his arms around himself
and shivered exaggeratedly then said very firmly “Cold.” When she didn’t get it
he repeated the actions a few more times. He was about to give up when her face
suddenly brightened in a smile.
Tsume picked her new son up and carried him to the hall closet. “You’re cold
little pup? Then we’ll get you a nice warm jacket and do that clothes shopping
I’ve been putting off. Your father shouldn’t mind to much when I tell him you
asked for something to keep you warm.” She tucked Shura into an overly large
furred coat.
Happy he’d gotten what he wanted, Shura was content to let himself be carried
around the village. They visited several clothes stores and a Food Market
before returning home. Shura was intensely glad to change out of his over large
clothing from Dudley into the new pants and shirt. The pants had been made to
they were baggy in the leg, but fit at the waist and the shirt had fishnet sewn
on the sleeves to make them longer and across the neckline so it seemed like he
was wearing two shirts.
On top of that was his very own, brand spankin’ new, fur lined jacket. It was
blue with soft white fur and a very large pocket that was also lined with fur.
His mother had said something about it being made by an Inuzuka, but he’d
hardly understood and only cared that he could fit the puppy that had been
following him around in it.
Days bled into weeks and weeks into months as he slowly became accustomed to
not understanding them and then picking up things here and there. He was good
enough to respond the same as any four year old by the time summer rolled
around and Hana had lost interest in her new brother. The novelty had worn off
after a few months and she realized he really couldn’t understand her.
That didn’t stop her from showing him off proudly however. It was the third
week of summer break when Hana showed up at the house with a bunch of her
friends. Shura ran to the door to greet her as he usually did, all of the
family got this treatment, and froze upon seeing so many unfamiliar faces. A
white haired boy with glasses caught his eye first. He seemed to be smart from
what Shura could tell. Altogether that one made him uneasy.
Next was a boy with black hair spiked every which way, a high collared coat
that covered his mouth and nose leaving the dark sunglasses for others to view.
After that was a blond girl with a big smile and a smaller blond boy who looked
incredibly shy. Finally his eyes were drawn to a boy that had a puppy in the
front of his shirt and two red triangles.
Hurriedly looking around the hall he ducked behind a large plant. It was a
useless effort as they’d all seen him, but it made him feel better. Hana
smirked slightly as she watched her brother hide. The white king poodle puppy
she had on her shoulder barked, setting off the lab in the other Inuzuka’s
shirt. Shura scrunched up further “Oh little brother mine. Come out, come out
where ever you are. You know Tenri can find you and so can Yumi.”
Knowing he’d been found out the small boy darted from behind his plant into the
living room. A low table provided sufficient cover to make him feel safe and he
eagerly crawled under it. Slow footsteps followed him until all the people were
standing in the doorway. Chatter drifted to his straining ears “He’s so cute
Hana! I didn’t know you had a brother.” snort “I didn’t know I had another
cousin! Since when has your mom had a baby? And why doesn’t he have the-”
“because he was adopted Akira.”
Silence fell and Shura shivered. Something crawled onto the tip of his nose so
he carefully reached forward to move it onto his finger. It wiggled around his
hand for several seconds before flying off. Shura had to stifle a giggle at the
delight in having seen such an unusual creature. It was like a beetle only
nothing like any he’d ever seen.
Someone said something quietly and all but one pair of feet left. Those feet
grew steadily closer until they became a knee, then a face. Red eyes peered at
him from behind askew sunglasses “Are you going to come out little one?” The
question was soothing on Shura’s nerves for some reason. He slowly backed out
from under the table without making any sort of contact with the boy.
Now on opposite sides of the table, Shura folded his hands in his lap and
looked down. He knew he’d be turning five soon. He couldn’t act scared of
strangers all the time or his new family might get tired of him. Still, he
flinched when a hand reached out to turn his eyes to the covered face. “Well
then little one. Now that you have left your hiding place I suppose I should do
something for you.”
The hand moved a little away from his face and it’s fingers splayed. As soon as
Shura’s eyes focused on it a swarm of the little bugs he’d found covered it
entirely. Wide green eyes stared at the insects with both delight and
fascination. Tentatively, he reached for the shifting mass. Immediately his
hand had the little creatures crawling all over it as well.
Footsteps distracted him as dozes of little pricks made his hand twitch. He
barely noticed the kikai disappearing once Hana had returned with her friends.
Immediately the boy with the triangles hurried over to Shura to inspect him.
After several seconds of the four year old squirming a large grin split his
features. “Hey there cousin Shurachi, I’m Akira! This is Yumi.” The puppy
barked “So you’re the reason Hana’s been all annoying lately, huh?”
Hana puffed up indignantly “I am not annoying!” Akira laughed at her and danced
away from the senbon thrown at him. Shura stared at the weapon with contempt
written all over his little face. The expression shocked several people, it
seemed so alien on his features. With two fingers he plucked the needle from
its resting spot in the table and threw it out the open window.
Light flashed through his hand as he did this and Akira grabbed it. Both he and
the Aburame next to him peered through the tiny hole in the middle of his palm
at the table below. Shura waited until he could take it no longer then jerked
his hand back. Everyone was silent for several long seconds before Shura heard
the door open and raced out of the room to get away from the awkward stares.
Momo scooped the little boy up and carried him into the living room. Shura
buried his face shyly in his new fathers neck making the girls in the room coo
at him. “Oh, Akira! I see you’ve met your new cousin then?” The boy nodded and
Momo turned his eyes on all the other children. “Konichiwa minna-san. What are
you all doing over here? Did you come to meet little Shurachi?”
He bounced the boy slightly, making Shura clutch tighter at him. “He’s cute,
ne?” A few giggles sounded in the room and Shura squirmed in his fathers hold.
Momo put the boy on the ground and went to ruffle his hair when Shurachi ducked
away and aimed a stern look at the man. “No Otoosan.” He carefully patted his
hair down then cocked his head to the side in confusion when everyone started
to laugh.
A little brown head pushed itself out of his partially unzipped jacket to see
what all the noise was about. Doku, as Shura had named his little puppy, yawned
widely then sniffed. He couldn’t smell anything dangerous so he crawled back
inside and curled up in his pocket to sleep. With a little huff of annoyance
that no one was attempting to explain what was so funny, even if he wouldn’t
understand it, Shura left to find his mother and maybe help her in the kitchen.
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Author's notes:
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Warnings:: Slash/shounen ai (maybe YAOI), Het, blood and stuff, mentions of
non-con, mentions of underage (I guess) HarryOC (OC dies so don’t get in a
twist) HarryHaku
Disclaimer:: I own all of it, that’s why this is the REAL manga/book. /sarcasm
Note:: I hate this chapter. It made me feel so retarded writing it. (no offense
to handicap people) I made poor Harry sound so stupid, but he can’t have
perfect knowledge of the language yet damn it! I made him learn to fast as it
is and forgot to put in a scene where his mom and sister are teaching him the
language. I have a reviewer to thank for pointing that out to me. I plan on
putting up the scenes and versions I didn’t put in this story so you can all
see it then.
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That night, as Shura lay in his bed trying to sleep, a tiny itch registered in
his mind. It got worse until there was a small spike of pain and then a sudden
numbing of the whole area. Curious, he pulled back his pajama sleeves to watch
as one of the little bugs he’d seen that day slowly pushed its way out of his
skin. One would expect some sort of frightened reaction, but Shura felt almost
like he’d expected it to happen.
Frowning slightly as he watched the creature tend the area around the small
hole, Shura tried to think of how it had gotten there. He remembered meeting
the boy with the bugs, letting the things crawl on his hand, and then they’d
vanished when his sister had arrived. Was that where they went?
Another one came out of an already existing hole and flew up to land on his
nose. It crawled around for a little while before Shura felt a tentative touch
on his mind. The small connection grew until faint feelings and stronger images
reached him. His chakra system was revealed for him, though he didn’t know what
it was yet, and the general feeling of a question.
Blinking to rid himself of the headache caused by staring at the thing cross-
eyed, Shura tried to show it where it could go. No holes could be made passed
his elbow. He wasn’t sure how he knew that was what the creature wanted, but it
sent him the feeling of consent and flew back down to his wrist to crawl into
the newly made hole.
Deciding to try to figure more out later, Shura let his sleeves fall back down
and slipped into sleep. As he drifted in dream land the little Doku crawled to
his side and sniffed cautiously at the bug holes. One came out to inspect him
as well and they both ended the night with a mutual agreement. So long as
neither harmed Shura, they could live in peace.
Not long after his discovery of the kikai, someone came to visit him. It wasn’t
the blond man that sometimes came to see how he was doing. Ara-san, as he’d
taken to calling him cause he couldn’t say Arasai, always had a present when he
came to visit and liked to play with Doku. Sadly the man was away with Shura’s
father and wouldn’t be back for a while.
No, the person that had come to visit was none other than the bug boy. Doku
watched him intently from Shura’s fur lined jacket as he was invited in by
their mother and growled a little when the boy came close enough. Shura
absently petted the puppy to calm him down and waited for the boy to tell him
why he’d visited when Hana-nee-san wasn’t home.
Shifting to a more comfortable position on the ground, the boy cleared his
throat. “Hello Shurachi-kun. I see you’re helping your mother out.” Shura self-
consciously looked down at the shirt he’d been sewing. It was a skill he’d
learned when he lived on the street. If you couldn’t mend your own clothes then
you’d have to steal some and that was more likely to get you caught and sent to
an orphanage.
Putting the shirt aside, Shura glanced back up at the boy. “Who you? Why did
you come visit?” He wasn’t perfect with his grasp of Japanese yet, but at least
he could speak it now. The boy smiled gently even though Shura couldn’t see it
through the high collar of his jacket.
“My name is Aburame Koishi and I wanted to see how your kikai are getting
along. They should have had time to establish a proper colony by now. Would it
be okay if one of mine went to see?” He held up his hand and a kikai climbed
onto his pointer finger. Shura chewed his lip as he slowly processed what the
other wanted before tugging his coat sleeve up a little and nodding shyly.
The bug flew over and quickly entered one of the holes. Shura fidgeted at the
unusual sensation of something moving inside of him until it hit the part that
had been numbed to the small movements of the little bugs. The pair sat in
silence until Koishi decided to break the ice. “How old are you Shurachi-kun?”
Shura held up five fingers and then smiled a little at the shocked look on the
Aburame’s face.
Koishi couldn’t believe this kid was five! He looked like he was three, maybe
four year old! Inuzuka Shurachi was tiny for his age if he was indeed five.
Maybe he should offer to help the other out with his kikai? Once you were older
than three it was harder to synchronize with the little creatures. Koishi’s
thoughts were interrupted by his own kikai emerging and flying over to give its
report.
He smiled as it explained in pictures and feelings that the kikai had taken
well to the new hive and found no problems in setting up a link with him. They
had a watch set up as their last orders from the old hive had dictated and kept
out of sight whenever any non-hive creature was around. This didn’t include the
small furry one that lived in the hive’s protective covering half the time.
A clock chimed somewhere in the house and Shura perked up. He squirmed a little
in his seat, not wanting to be rude and leave his guest. Koishi cracked a small
smile behind his jacket at the cuteness of the boy before him. “I would like to
help you take care of them, if you don’t mind Shurachi-kun?” Koishi motioned
toward the little beetle crawling on Shura’s sleeve.
Suspicious frown in place, Shura covered the bug. Koishi grinned wider and
snatched the hand up. “Come on Shurachi-kun, I want to show you something.”
With that, he pulled the smaller boy to his feet. Dragging him passed Inuzuka
Momosuke, who’d gotten home with the chime, Koishi didn’t leave room for
argument and just called that they’d be back before dark.
Into the woods that surrounded Konoha they went without any pause in the fast
pace. Shura stumbled more than he actually ran and was a little bruised when
they finally slowed into a clearing. The black haired boy jerked his hand out
of the Aburame’s hold before he could be dragged off again. Anger, and a bit of
fear, blazing in his eyes, Shura drew himself to his full, but very small,
height.
“Why you do that!!?! It hurt Shura! Aburame-san is a idiot!! Shura want go
home!” Koishi shook his head and sat down on a log.
He scratched at the back of his neck uneasily “You having kikai isn’t exactly
allowed Shurachi-kun. If we talked about it at your house then it would be
found out right away. This way you won’t get in trouble with my clan and I
won’t get in trouble with yours.”
Shura crossed his arms and stared intently at the Aburame before him. “You
promise that I’ll stay safe with you? Kabuto-san won’t show up out of nowhere
or anything like that?” Koishi blinked in confusion, but nodded his agreement.
Why would this kid be worried about Kabuto? Sure the kid was a little weirder
than usual, but he wasn’t dangerous!
The Inuzuka sat down and was glad they’d stopped for shoes. It would have hurt
to rush through the forest like that without them. Koishi relaxed at the
acceptance and launched into a speech about anything and everything he knew on
kikai. By the time he was answering Shura’s last question the sun was starting
to go down.
As he’d promised, Koishi brought Shura home before the last Hanas of light had
died away and promised to visit again after school the next day. When he showed
up at the Inuzuka complex Shura was waiting for him with two bento lunches and
a small bag of cookies. His mother had been so happy he was making a friend
that she’d made them the extra treat.
Again they made their way into the forest until they got to the same clearing.
Shura pulled his jacket off as it was hot out and Doku darted around the
clearing with happy little barks. The two boys watched this for a while before
getting down to business. Koishi explained the chakra system to Shura and
offered to let him borrow his old first year academy books.
Not really knowing how to read all that well, Shura looked at him uneasily.
Koishi, apparently understanding his plight, pulled a brush, ink, and paper out
of his bag. “Let me help. I can teach you the alphabet and stuff so you can
read the books, okay?”
Of course Shura agreed to this. He wanted to be able to read the things his
mother wrote on her shopping list and the scrolls his father sometimes left for
the family when he had to leave unexpectedly on a mission. Plus, what would
happen when his new family got tired of him and abandoned him in this place
where he’d only barely learned the language?
For the next few weeks his meetings with Koishi were spent learning to read
until he was at a good enough standard for the Aburame to agree to letting him
read the first year academy books. Shura eagerly sponged up everything those
books had to offer and in only a year had read through the course material for
the first three years of the academy.
Koishi wasn’t the only one to notice his potential as a shinobi. Arashi had
watched the two boys on several occasions and was considering letting Shura
join the academy early. All he had to do was convince the stupid elders that
the child really was no threat to Konoha. Maybe if he recorded one of the
meetings between the two boys?
Of course if he did that then the elders would inform the Aburame’s that one of
their children was teaching an Inuzuka how to use kikai.
That was another thing that amazed him about the strange child, his use of
kikai. No one outside the Aburame’s had ever used the chakra eating bugs for a
very good reason. The little beetles ate a persons chakra constantly and only
Aburame were born with the instinct to control how much the bugs could get at.
It was almost like a Bloodline Limit.
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Shurachi sat on one of the lower swings slowly rocking himself and talking
quietly with Doku. Koishi was in school for another two hours so he’d decided
to spend time with his beloved dog. Unfortunately someone else had decided they
wanted to hang out in the park so none of the teachers at the academy would
find them skipping.
Uchiha Daisuke was a bully if ever Shura had met one. They’d only ever
interacted twice, both times unpleasant, but the small Inuzuka disliked this
particular Uchiha more than he disliked Kabuto, which was saying a lot.
The red eyed boy caught sight of little Shura immediately and made his way over
to the scowling child. “If it isn’t Inuzuka Shurachi. What are you doing away
from your baby-sitter puppy? Aren’t you worried the big bad villagers are going
to get you?” The older boy laughed and Shura’s scowl deepened.
Instead of answering the Uchiha, Shurachi lifted Doku up so the puppy was eye
level with himself. “I think we should head home. You might get fleas if we
stay here to long.” The dog barked and Shura smiled.
His smile fell when Daisuke snatched Doku out of his hands. “Why do you talk to
this mutt anyway? It isn’t like you’re a real Inuzuka, you don’t even
understand what he’s saying!” The little dog squirmed until he could sink is
teeth into Daisuke’s hand.
Shura watched with a little frown as his dog was dropped “Che. Stupid mutt,
doesn’t matter anyway. Your not a real Inuzuka so you’ll never be able to work
with your fur ball right. I don’t have to worry about you even becoming a
Chuunin.” He scoffed at Shura as the Inuzuka picked Doku up.
Without even glancing at the Uchiha, Shura left the park. The entire walk home
a small frown pulled at his usually cheerful features. Not an Inuzuka? Of
course he was! His father had told him he was part of the family, he’d met some
of his cousins, he was an Inuzuka! But why did he feel so sad now?
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It's up to chapter 39 on fanfiction.net if you want to read it there, but the
FF one is edited! No hot smexy stuffs there! Though we don't get to hot smexy
stuffs for a while sooo...
Review please!
Taku
***** chapter 3-ish *****

Author's notes: This isseveral chapters all rolled into one big post as I'm
trying ot catch this site up to my ff.net one. Sorry that it's going to be so
huge!
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Shurachi waited patiently for his father to get home once he got back from
playing with Koishi. His father would know if he was a real Inuzuka a lot
better than some stupid Uchiha. The sound of the door slamming and dogs
scrambling to the front of the house alerted him and Shura hurried from his
room to the front hall. “Tou-san! Tou-san!”
Momo looked up from the dog he’d been petting and smiled widely at his son.
“Shura-chan! What has you all excited?”
The child frowned slightly at the chan, but didn’t protest as he was hoisted
onto his fathers shoulders. “I’m an Inuzuka, ne Otousan? Just like Hana-nee-
chan and Okaasan?” Shura fidgeted with his fathers hair as he waited for an
answer.
For his part Momo was surprised. Why would his son think he wasn’t part of the
clan? It didn’t make any sense to him as he’d taken special care to make sure
Shura always felt like part of the family. “Of course you are, why do you ask?”
The tense little boy seemed to relax “A boy at the park said I wasn’t a real
Inuzuka because I didn’t have the triangles and I couldn’t really understand
Doku even though I talk to him a lot.” A frown creased the child’s brow. “He
wasn’t a cousin though, so I don’t know why I believed him!”
A mischievous light entered Momo’s eyes as he heard this. “Someone said you
weren’t an Inuzuka because you didn’t have the triangles and you couldn’t
understand Doku? Well, do you want to understand Doku?”
Shura’s face lit up at the thought of understanding Doku “Could I really?” His
voice was excited and he would have started bouncing if he wasn’t on his
fathers shoulders. He ducked his head as they entered the kitchen and Tsume
looked over at them from the sink.
The dish she’d been scrubbing was put back in the water so she could turn
toward them and place her hands on her hips. “Inuzuka Momosuke put your son
down before he gets hurt! I have a mission in a few days and I can’t have one
of my babies in the hospital while I’m on it!”
Momo sighed, but lifted his son off of his shoulders and back onto the floor.
“Tsume-chan, guess what our son asked me when I got home?” She gave her husband
an annoyed look “Okay, Okay! He wants to have the family jutsu used on him!”
Instantly, her face lit up. Shura had no idea what was going on, but he giggled
happily when his mother picked him up and spun them around. “I’ll call your
sister and we’ll get everyone over here by tomorrow night!” Tsume said to
Momosuke and bustled out of the room with Shura still held tightly in her arms.
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The next night found Shura coming home with a large smile. He’d been teasing
Koishi all day with his ‘secret’ and the Aburame had ended training earlier
than usual because he wanted to pout in peace. Entering his families grounds,
Shura was surprised by what greeted him. There were dozens of people roaming
the complex with the Inuzuka triangles on their faces and dogs at their sides.
He found Akira, his older cousin, and demanded to know what was going on. The
larger boy grinned down at him “Well, your mom said you were going to be
welcomed into the pack tonight Shura-chan, so everyone is here to welcome you!
Aunt Tsume said to send you in once you got home though, so get inside!”
Inside the house was even more packed with people. Shura could feel his unease
for large crowds rearing its ugly head the further in he went until he was able
to bust free and get into the kitchen. Immediately his mother and father
ushered him into the small room that usually held whatever dog had puppies.
“Now Shura, this is going to hurt a little.”
Green eyes watched, wide behind slim frames, as both adults formed seals and
mumbled something under their breath. A sharp prick in his cheek made him
flinch, but he suddenly couldn’t move any of his limbs. Panic was starting to
set in as the pain got worse and Doku started to howl. It sounded like the
small dogs voice had deepened and become surround sound by the time he’d shut
his eyes.
The tickle of a kikai leaving him and its dimming awareness let him know that
it had gone off somewhere. Probably to bring Koishi so Shura would have a
chance at fighting off the two shinobi. Suddenly, the pain stopped and Shura
opened his eyes to stare up at his grinning parents. “Take a look Shurachi!”
His mother held up a small mirror and he gasped.
There, in livid red, were the Inuzuka triangles. He hesitantly brought up a
hand to touch one and jumped at how cold his fingers felt against the irritated
skin. “You are now an official Inuzuka son, welcome to the pack.” His fathers
face and voice were solemn for less than a minute before he broke into a grin
as wide as his wife’s. “As an added bonus, we got permission to enroll you into
the academy a year early. You start on the first day of the new school year.”
Happy tears filled his eyes and he hugged both his parents legs as tightly as
he could. That was about all he could reach after all. The pair smiled proudly
at each other over his head and his father shooed him to go play outside before
dinner.
Once he was safely tucked away in the part of the forest that bordered the
Inuzuka complex, Shura waited. He knew Koishi would come to find out why one of
his kikai were panicking and he wasn’t disappointed. The Aburame dropped from a
tree almost five minutes after Shura had gotten outside and made his way over
to the smiling boy.
Koishi settled next to him casually and Shura ducked his head in sudden
embarrassment. “I’m sorry the kikai came and bothered you. I wasn’t in any real
danger, just a little pain.” Koishi nodded his acceptance of the apology and
continued to stare at Shura.
It was some five minutes later before the silence between them was broken. “So
how’d you get the triangles?”
Shura flashed him a playful smile “Family jutsu, can’t tell!” He giggled at
Koishi’s small sigh. At least he’d found out why Shura was so hyper earlier.
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Shura woke with a groan, not wanting to pull himself from the fuzziness of a
good dream. Doku was still barking and licking his face though, so he rolled
off of his bed and made the short journey to the bathroom down the hall. With
that taken care of, Shura rummaged around in his closet for something to wear.
It had snowed for the first time that winter about a week ago and hadn’t melted
yet, so outside was cold. Thick pants, three shirts, a pair of shinobi boots,
and his blue, fur lined jacket were pulled on so Doku could be slipped into the
large pocket.
He’d studied the Inuzuka jutsu down to its last hand sign to figure out what,
exactly, had been done to him. According to his research it had only connected
his chakra with Doku’s in such a way that he would be able to understand any
dog and sync up with them a little easier than he would another person.
It had been nearly six months since he’d had the jutsu performed so he was
rather used to understanding the dogs around him now. Like his kikai, the dogs
didn’t exactly use speech to communicate things. It was more like a transfer of
scents and general ideas.
Hurrying down the stairs, Shura paused only long enough to grab the bag of food
his mother had prepared, and thank her with a tight hug, before he went to wait
in the front hall. Today was a special day. Koishi had been slowly teaching
Shura what little Taijutsu he knew and had finally exhausted his supply of
knowledge in the subject.
Shura was instead going to start learning about Genjutsu as it was much less
dangerous if done wrong than Ninjutsu. The young Inuzuka was also going to show
his best friend and teacher a new trick he and Doku had learned. It was really
a family jutsu, but he preferred to call them tricks.
Saying that Shura was anticipating Koishi’s arrival with barely contained
energy was an understatement. His nervous energy was not at all helped when the
other arrived ten minutes late looking like he’d run the entire way. “Koishi!!
You’re late!” The chastisement made the Aburame duck his head in either shame
or apology, or maybe both.
“I’m sorry Shura-chan, I was on my way over when I remembered that my mother
made us some cookies. Today is my birthday and she thought it would be nice if
we had a sweet while we played.” Shura frowned. Today was Koishi’s birthday?
How come he hadn’t said anything before now! Did he not want Shura to know
about his birthday?
Koishi noticed the sudden drop in mood and frowned behind the collar of his
jacket. His friend was very complicated when it came to some things, like
family and trust, but usually he was a bundle of cheer and energy. Why was he
suddenly so down? “Come on Shura, I have to be home before dark today so my
grandfather can talk to me.”
Complying slowly, Shura zipped up his jacket enough that Doku could poke his
head out of it then grabbed up his small pack and even smaller dog. The canine
was slid into his coat and they left. The entire walk to the small clearing
they usually used was made in silence that was almost always filled with
excited chatter about how Shura’s day had gone.
Half way through Shura’s third time trying to make himself look like Koishi the
Aburame called a halt. He was frowning so deeply that it was obvious, even
behind all of the things that obstructed his face. “Alright Shura-chan, this
has gone on long enough. What’s wrong? You were all excited when I showed up
then you just kind of…I dunno…faded.”
Trying to avoid looking his best friend in eye, Shura shook his head “I’m fine
Koishi-kun; promise! See?” He attempted a smile that came as more of a grimace.
Koishi sighed, maybe he should work on teaching his friend how to lie better
instead of how to look like someone else.
A cookie was produced from the bag he’d been late to get “If you tell me why
you’re sad I’ll give you a cookie.” Shura’s bottom lip poked out. He’d
forgotten all about the cookies, but now he wanted one. What if Koishi laughed
at him though? It wasn’t like the older boy hadn’t done it before when he
thought Shura was being stupid.
Deciding that he couldn’t feel any more hurt than he already did, Shura went
for the cookie option “You hate me.” The simple answer was so unexpected that
Koishi actually dropped the cookie. It was only Shura’s quick reflexes that let
him catch it before it hit the snow.
The confection was hurriedly stuffed into his mouth before Koishi could decide
that this game wasn’t fun anymore and take it away. The thing was harder than
the soft cookies he’d gotten in the park, but infinitely more delicious. Koishi
seemed to recover at this “You think I hate you? Why?! What reason could I have
for hating you? What would make you think that?”
Shura looked down at the snow slowly covering his shoes “You didn’t even tell
me it was your birthday until you needed an excuse for being late. You didn’t
want to spar with me when we arrived, you only hang around because I have kikai
and you don’t want anyone to know it was you who gave them to me.” Shura’s eyes
were starting to water.
“I’m a horrible child that no one can stand to look at. I’m a [freak] just like
the big man said.” A tear slipped down his cheek and without meaning to Shura
slipped into English “[I should have just let that man get me. Maybe that cat
he got would have been me then you wouldn’t have had to put up with me!]”
Tears burned tiny holes in the snow as Shura dropped to his knees then fell
back to sit in the cold. Koishi watched his friend break down with something
akin to fear. Shura had never seemed so very fragile before. Moving towards him
uncertainly, the Aburame reached out a hand to touch his shoulder “Shurachi?”
Immediately the five year old launch himself into Koishi’s chest. “I’m s-sorry!
I ju-just -hiccup- Y-you h-ha-hate me!!” Falling back so both of them were in
the snow, Koishi awkwardly wrapped his arms around his small friend.
He patted the younger boys back and shushed him while his red eyes took in the
slowly shifting world around them. Those same eyes widened when the snow
closest to them suddenly whirled up into a tornado. It whipped around their
forms, seemingly unnoticed by the boy in his arms. The harder he cried the more
violent the wind became until Koishi was clinging to Shura for his health, if
not his life.
Doku was barking outside of the windy shield and if this got any worse then
someone would come to investigate. He didn’t want to have to find a new
clearing for them to train in! “Shura-chan! SHURACHI!! STOP, PLEASE! I don’t
hate you, I promise. You have to calm down Shura-chan. Please calm down! If
anyone comes looking we’ll have to find a new clearing.”
Green eyes opened slightly to peer around them. The world was blurry from his
tears, but the cold wind made it obvious a tornado of snow was dancing around
them. Seeing that was enough to shock him into silence. Almost immediately the
wind stopped and the snow fell with a thump to the ground.
A sniffle drew Koishi’s relieved gaze back to the child in his arms “Thank you
Shura-chan.” Shura grumbled that he wasn’t a girl. It made Koishi smile in
relief, Shura was back now. “How about we head home? The sun is starting to go
down and I’m going to be late getting home.” Doku jumped on Shura’s shoulder
and licked at his cheek before barking his apparent agreement to this plan.
Shura nodded, but made no move to get up for a few more seconds. When the
clearing had quieted entirely he finally crawled off of Koishi’s lap “ I think
I’ll stay here for a little while Koishi-kun. Tell your mom I said thank you
for the cookies, they were yummy.” The Aburame didn’t want to leave his friend
like this, but he was already much later than he should have been. If his
father didn’t kill him, then his grandfather soon would.
One last glance to make sure the other wasn’t crying again and Koishi was gone.
Shura watched the spot he had been for several long minutes before Doku’s
whining spurred him to action. “You’re right Doku, I need to get him a present.
After crying all over the place like a girl and ruining his birthday it would
only be fair.” Shura hurried home, climbed the tree outside his window, and
snuck into his room. He didn’t want to alert his parents that he was home or
they’d make him stay.
A little digging under his dresser produced a stuffed dog. For as long as he
could remember since coming here, his parents had given him a weekly allowance.
He rarely needed it as they always bought things for him and Koishi brought him
sweets often enough that he didn’t need to buy any himself. As a result, he had
several of these small animals stuffed with cash.
Thinking for a second he moved to the corner of his room that had all of his
toys in it. A little more digging produced a slightly larger stuffed pig.
Tucking these into his pockets, the Inuzuka went out the window again. Perhaps
he would have noticed the shadow that followed him from the house if he hadn’t
been so distracted trying to think of something to get Koishi.
In the end he decided on a new pair of sunglasses. Koishi had been complaining,
in his most amiable voice, that his current ones weren’t dark enough to shield
his sensitive eyes from the glare of the snow. Along with those was a new shirt
to replace the one he’d cried on and a box of the candies his best friend was
fond of, not that he’d admit it.
The shadow followed him all night, watching him sneak into the Aburame
compound. This was a rather puzzling accomplishment since insects guarded the
place. It watched as he slipped into an open window on the first floor of one
of the smaller buildings then hurry back home without the things he’d bought.
After the shadow watched Shura slip under his covers it went in through another
open window. Slipping under his own covers, Momosuke smiled. His son was going
to be a fine ninja when he grew up.
Sunlight filtered in through the partially open window and curtains. It crawled
across the plush carpeting, over the blanket covered futon, and right into
Koishi’s eyes. The Aburame clenched his eyes as tightly as he could, but it was
to late. He’d already woken up with no chance of falling back to sleep. Instead
of trying to do the impossible, Koishi sat up and looked around.
His eyes swept the room twice before he noticed the small pile of things.
Crawling to them, he didn’t want to walk, Koishi tried on the glasses. His
mouth pulled into a relieved smile as the room fell dark. It wasn’t so much
that he was blind nor was it so light his eyes hurt. Next was the shirt. It was
one he’d been thinking of buying a little while ago.
The soft red fabric matched his eyes and his mother had always said it looked
good on him. Finally, he pulled the candies to himself. A wide grin splitting
his face this time “Heh. Thanks Shura-chan.” No one else knew that he loved the
small pink chocolates that most girls were delighted by. They were shaped like
hearts and other cutesy things that would make all the guys at school laugh at
him.
The training that day was considerably more lively. Koishi was decked in all of
the presents that Shura had gotten him and Shura was near beaming with pride
whenever he caught sight of this. Doku thought that whole thing was boring and
went off to see if he could find that bird he’d played with yesterday.
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The snow melted into spring, and spring bloomed into summer bringing with it
Shura’s sixth birthday and the start of Konoha’s Shinobi Academy. Starting at
six meant he would be a year younger than everyone else, but Shura didn’t mind
that as he was really only focusing on the fact that he would be able to study
with Koishi properly now.
An energy that was almost impossible to suppress had possessed him for the last
few weeks. Koishi had been careful to keep him from using to much chakra in his
excitement, but the only thing that could put a damper on it was the prospect
of having to go shopping with his sister and aunt.
He enjoyed getting new things, just as any other child did, but those two were
very scary when given free reign over things like clothing. Fortunately for
Shura, but not Koishi, the green eyed Inuzuka had managed to convince Koishi
come on this trip with him.
It was tradition for an Inuzuka to get a new wardrobe the day before they
started at the academy. That was why both boys found themselves lugging around
numerous bags, more for Koishi, while the girls only carried three or four.
They’d said this would be the last store though, so he was hopeful there
wouldn’t be to many more bags.
Everything they were carrying was dumped next to a bench and the two girls took
off to find more clothing for Shura. Koishi let out a little sigh, drawing
tired green eyes to himself. “I’m sorry about this Koishi. I didn’t think we’d
be going to so many shops or I wouldn’t have asked you to come.”
Red eyes shifted a little to peek at Shura through dark sunglasses. “It’s fine
Shura, you didn’t twist my arm and blackmail me so You aren’t to blame for my
being tired.” No, but he’d pulled out the puppy eyes, quivering lip, big tears,
and pitiful sniffle. That was as good as blackmailing him.
Shura didn’t get a chance to answer as clothing was suddenly thrust into arms
and he was ushered into a changing room. “Don’t come out until you’ve tried on
every last piece of clothing little nephew!” The threat was barely hidden.
Grumbling about bossy aunts and annoying sisters, Shura set to work sorting out
the things he didn’t even want to try on. It would be a waste of time if he put
on the bright purple leotard they’d found after all. He didn’t want to be like
that freaky Gai boy who ran around the training grounds some times.
Someone cleared their throat and Shura whirled around, hands already forming
the seals for Kamikizu Doku o Ireru (poisoning by dog bite). The sight that met
him didn’t relax him much, though it did make him stop forming seals before he
could make the last one. “Inuzuka Shurachi-san, correct?”
A nod and Doku’s quiet growl were the person’s answer. “I’m Hatake Kakashi,
Hokage-sensei has instructed me to watch you and determine if you are a threat
to Konoha. Since you are being allowed to attend the academy you should already
know that you have been accepted. It’s just common courtesy in this village to
let a new member know who was watching them, and that they were being watched.
Congratulations on starting the academy early.”
Green eyes remained wide, even after Kakashi had vanished in a puff of smoke.
That was a little disconcerting, finding out that he’d been followed for so
long without noticing. Doku’s small whimper drew him out of his stupor and the
Inuzuka stroked his puppy to calm him down. He had to finish sorting through
the clothes, then try them on.
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Shura’s first day at the Academy started out okay, if a little boring. He was
told what was expected of them, told what the curriculum would be, then let out
for lunch. He spent lunch with Koishi, Akira, and Hana since he didn’t really
know many children his own age and enjoyed the fact that Kabuto was absent for
his first day. That kid creeped him out big time.
The interesting stuff started when they actually began a lesson after lunch.
They were supposed to explain, in three or more sentences, what they thought
the chakra system was. He drew a diagram, wrote out three paragraphs, and even
gave his theories on how chakra reserves could slowly be expanded to
accommodate larger amounts.
To say the teacher was flabbergasted would have been an understatement.
The next day wasn’t much different, save for the lesson in the morning and the
reappearance of Kabuto. Shura once again explained, in detail, why hand seals
needed to be memorized before any chakra was added to a jutsu. Again the
teacher was shocked stupid. She’d heard that Inuzuka Shurachi was a genius for
his young age, but She’d never thought he was this smart!
Three months into the school year it became obvious to her that Shurachi was
not learning anything. He didn’t pay attention in class, spent most of his time
folding papers into little fans actually, and still managed to write genin
level explanations for everything. This was when she decided to contact the
principal.
Shurachi ran out of his house, giggling madly, and tried to beat Tenri to the
mailbox at the front of their property. He didn’t make it, but he was the one
with thumbs so he got the mail out. The two letters addressed to Hana-neechan
were handed over to Tenri, who rushed off to deliver them to her human.
Several bills, a letter from Koishi even though they saw each other everyday,
and a letter from the Academy to his parents. Shura tucked the letter from
Koishi into his pocket with a sleeping Doku and brought the rest to his mother.
She smiled down at him “Did you want to help me out some Shurachi?” Little
Shura nodded and Tsume pulled the mini apron she’d bought for him out of the
cupboard it was stashed in and handed it over.
Small fingers tied the strings and checked the pockets before Shura dragged a
stool over and looked expectantly at his mother. Tsume laughed lightly at the
eager expression “Just cut this squash into even slices and then start making
the salad Shura-chan. I’m going to see what we got in the mail then I’ll check
the noodles.”
A knife was picked up and he started carefully cutting the yellow squash in
front of him. Tsume, meanwhile, opened the letter from the school and scanned
the contents, then went back and read through them carefully.
Dear Inuzuka-san,
It has come to the attention of Kakurei-sensei that your son, Inuzuka Shurachi,
already has the material for the first year of schooling down as well as any
genin. It is my opinion that Shurachi should skip ahead one grade for the rest
of the school year starting after Christmas break.
If this is acceptable to you, we request that Shurachi be brought into school
on December 12 for proper testing and paperwork. By the end of the year we will
test him again to see which grade he should be put in.
Sincerely,
Inuzuka Kaneko
Tsume glanced at her humming son. He really was a smart boy, but she hadn’t
thought he was so smart as to skip a grade when he’d already started school
early! She would have to show her husband once he got home, they would decide
this together.
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Shura had only been home from the academy for a few days to enjoy winter break
when something awful happened. Koishi’s kikai had alerted him to a struggle
involving Shura and he’d raced over to his friends home without bothering to
inform his parents.
When he’d climbed the tree outside of Shura’s window and peered in he was
shocked. Shura’s room was in shambles, blood from both him and his attackers
littered his wall, and kikai coated every surface that had been touched by
chakra. That was where all of Koishi’s kikai had gotten to then.
When he alerted Momosuke no one bothered to question that Koishi was the first
person to know about the attack and be there. By now the whole village knew
that messing with either of the boys would invoke the wrath of the other. It
was quite a formidable threat as school yard bullies and drunken civilians
would attest.
“And you’re sure they had grass hitai-ate?” For what felt like the hundredth
time, Koishi nodded. The Anbu trying to find a way to track the shinobi that
had kidnapped the young Lord Inuzuka was starting to get on his nerves.
One of the kikai detached itself from a wall and flew to him. It landed on the
shell of his ear and Koishi tuned out the Anbu, not noticing he’d gone silent.
“Anbu-san, they haven’t gotten far from the village. Shura injured one of them
severely and they had to make camp inside our borders or risk the guy bleeding
to death. Doku apparently killed one of them as well so a body should be
stashed somewhere. They didn’t have time to incinerate it before I showed up.”
Two of the four on the Anbu squad that came to investigate jumped out the
window. The Anbu he’d been talking to nodded and motioned for the other in the
room to follow him before they went out the window as well. Koishi waited
several minutes for the room to empty before gathering all of his kikai back
into himself and following at enough distance that he wouldn’t be noticed.
As far back as he could remember his father had taught him how to be a shinobi.
He had been teaching Shura in the very same manner until he’d run out of things
to show the boy. Both of them were at a level most Genins only reached when
they’d been on constant missions for six months. All Aburame children were at
regular genin level when they entered the academy so it wasn’t much of a
surprise to him.
Shura would most likely surpass him once he had free access to more advanced
learning material. The boy was like a sponge when it came to learning new
techniques and styles.
A kikai that was not his own caught Koishi’s eye. He slowed enough that it
could land on him then sped up again. A flicker of images and then the brief
glowing of a chakra trail changed his direction to the north-east while the
Anbu continued north.
He had to change his course several times during his run, but eventually the
concentration of kikai became thicker. His pace slowed so he wouldn’t alert
anyone to his arrival.
In the trees below him were the enemy. Doku was muzzled against a tree, but he
could only hear the faint sound of Shurachi’s sobs. What were they doing to his
friend to make him cry?
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!RAPE SCENE, NOT
GRAPHIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Carefully moving around the camp in the trees, Koishi wished he hadn’t changed
position. A large man was pushing himself deeper and deeper into the six year
old body. Blood and other things pooled on the ground under the child’s hips,
cuts marred his pale skin. From the amount of fluid and melted snow around him
Koishi could tell this wasn’t the first time.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!END RAPE
SCENE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cold rage bubbled in his veins, forcing the kikai out of their hive and into
the air. A kunai was in the Aburame’s hand, then whistling toward its target at
the same the insects swarmed. It hit directly between two vertebrae, leaving
the man paralyzed from the waist down. Kikai covered his form before he could
even try gathering chakra for a jutsu and Koishi dropped to the ground.
Shurachi was still sobbing weakly when he reached the boy. The man that had
been raping him was slumped on the ground, no longer inside of Shurachi. Kikai
were crawling painfully under his skin eating all of his chakra in a display
that was gruesome to even the hardest shinobi.
Koishi knelt down beside his friend “Shurachi? Shura-chan? Hey, it’s me. You’re
safe now, promise. I won’t let them hurt you again.”
The shaking would not stop while the sobs were starting to quiet. Koishi tugged
his jacket off then his shirt and put both of them on the small boy. “I’m going
to go let Doku free okay?”
Before he could get very far Shura’s hand grabbed his pants “Soldier
pill…in…pocket. Give…to Doku.”
Koishi knelt down “I will.” He searched around them for a second before
spotting the torn pants. He pulled out a little red pill and, after briefly
touching Shura’s forehead, moved toward the camp that the shinobi had set up.
“Oi, Reke, took you long enough. He’s a tight ass ain’t he? I told you didn’t
I?”
That rage was back ten fold “Hmmm, a tight ass.” The three men stopped what
they were doing to look over at him. Weapons were drawn “Oh, you weren’t
expecting me? Then I guess you weren’t expecting this either!” Kikai swarmed
from behind him like a cloud of death. His were joined by Shura’s soon after,
filling the small area and making it impossible for the Anbu to see what was
going on when they arrived.
An Aburame showed up soon after the request for one was sent and added in his
own kikai to determine what was going on. As soon as he had the swarm cleared
up, Koishi was revealed standing with his arms crossed over his chest. “I leave
this to you Aniki.”
The shock of the Anbu squad and Aburame Hajime was palpable at the scene before
them. What looked like a mummy was covered in the entrails of another man while
the third was still being torn up by a large brown husky.
Hajime left the Anbu to deal with that while he followed his little brother
through the bushes. This scene wasn’t much better. Koishi was wrapped around a
shivering Shurachi while the kid tried to tell him in halting words what had
happened. Blood and semen was everywhere and another mummy like guy was slumped
on the ground with a kunai in his back and kikai crawling over his dried flesh.
“Th-they were so big Koishi. An-and th-they w-wouldn’t st-stop. Gods, it hurt
so much. Do-Doku wa-was tied up a-and, Koishi!” He crushed his face against
Koishi’s chest and burst into tears yet again. Hajime decided that this was as
good a time as any to make himself known. With Shura wearing his brothers
clothing and the various fluids on the ground it was very obvious what had
happened.
The purple haired jyônin cleared his throat “Otooto? Come on, we have to-” He
cut himself off as wind started to whip around them. Shura was cowering against
his brother now, rather than just crying on him. The wind was starting to whirl
around the two boys in a protective barrier, carrying snow around in a cyclone
affect. “Aniki, go! I’ll bring him when he’s calmer, just-LOOK OUT!” The kunai
that had been lodged in the mummies back sliced Hajime’s cheek then came around
for another go.
Before it could make contact he’d jumped back through the bushes. Wind was
stirring around the Anbu as well, but Doku wasn’t attacking anyone now. He was
sitting across the clearing cleaning himself instead. Hajime shook his head
when the Anbu looked up at him “They’ll come out in a second. Koishi is trying
to calm his friend down,” they went back to burning everything.
The wind died down and several minutes later Koishi came through the bushes
with a sleeping Shura on his back. Hajime moved to take him “Don’t Aniki,
just…just don’t.” No one tried to take the Inuzuka from him after that. “I’ll
see you at the village Aniki, probably the hospital. DOKU, HOME!” The dog
barked that he understood and they were gone.
Hajime watched where his little brother had been for a while before shaking his
head. “You were wrong about him father; Koishi is probably the strongest
Aburame alive right now to command an Inuzuka dog as if it were his own. Heh,
Koishi-sama, ne?” He chuckled to himself, even as he performed the gruesome
task of burning the evidence.
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Christmas break ended with Shura still jumping at the slightest touch. The dogs
and Koishi were the only ones that could stay in contact with him for any
length of time, thought Koishi’s own time was limited to a few minutes.
The attack had gotten around the village in record time, along with exactly how
brutal Koishi’s response had been. A professional had determined that Koishi
wasn’t really in control of himself when he’d tracked them down and brutally
exacted revenge, but he didn’t believe that for a second. Koishi knew how angry
he’d been, knew how much he’d wanted to make them suffer for what they’d done
to Shurachi, so he had.
It took until summer break started, and he’d been moved up another class, for
Shura to stop jumping away from anyone who got near him. That summer also
marked an increase in his study habits from feverish to obsessed. Koishi was
the only one who knew Shura had promised himself he wouldn’t ever be weak
enough to let something like that happen again.
Not everything was solemn that summer though. Shurachi had been to busy with
the academy, and being a kid he didn’t really notice these sorts of things, to
question why his mother was slowly getting fatter. He only began to think about
it when she and his father rushed off in the middle of the night amongst loud
cursing a few days before his birthday.
On July 29th, Inuzuka Kiba was born. He was brought home on July 31st and Shura
swore that his new baby brother was the best birthday present his parents had
ever given him. He’d been so excited about having a baby brother that he’d
grabbed hold of Koishi’s wrist as soon as he’d arrived in their clearing and
dragged him all the way back to the Inuzuka compound.
“Look Koishi-kun! I have a baby brother!” The enthusiasm wasn’t nearly as
bright as it had been before that winter, but the Aburame was pleased to hear
it anyway. “Isn’t he just the cutest thing? Isn’t your brother having a baby
too? Do you think they’ll play with each other when they get older? I could
always bring Kiba-chan over with me when I come to visit so long as Kaa-san
doesn’t mind!”
Red eyes sparkled with amusement behind dark glasses. “You sound almost as if
he’s your pup Shura-chan. Careful or your Kaa-san might get jealous.”
Both boys whirled around at the deep voice and Shura scowled slightly “Tou-san!
Kaa-san wouldn’t get jealous, and Kiba-chan is my baby brother so…so…I’m sure
she wouldn’t mind!”
Koishi chuckled quietly at the barely concealed amusement behind Momosuke’s
chastised face. “Hai Shura-chan, I should have thought of that.” And Momo was
gone, off to start his latest mission.
There was silence for a while as the pair watched Kiba sleeping in his crib.
Koishi was the first to break the stillness of the moment “I’m sure my brother
won’t mind you bringing Kiba over when you visited, once both of them are
older. For now though, lets let Kiba-chan sleep and go get some ice cream. I
did promise you a cone yesterday after all.”
Shura smiled slightly, green eyes still focused on the small new born. “Alright
Koishi, so long as you admit that you think Kiba-chan is the cutest baby you’ve
ever seen.” Those green eyes turned up on him with a playful glint and Koishi
grinned behind his collar.
Pretending to think about it, he scratched at the back of his head. “I suppose
he is the cutest I’ve ever seen….so far. I reserve judgment until my own nephew
is born.” Shura squawked in protest and chased a laughing Koishi all the way to
Minonoma Ice Cream.
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A few days after his birthday Shura was pulled out of his sleep, in the middle
of the night, by a jacket and glasses-less Koishi. The Aburame was only in his
pajamas in fact, something Shura had only seen a few times when he’d gone over
to the Aburame compound very early in the morning.
He probably wouldn’t have been so surprised, they’d had sleepovers before too,
if it weren’t for the fact that he’d gone to bed without the Aburame anywhere
near his home. “Your awake Shura? Good. Shino, Hajime’s son, just came home
from the hospital and we’re going to give him his first kikai in an hour.”
The Aburame paused to catch his breath, he’d been panting from the start, then
continued. “It’s tradition for everyone with absolute control over their kikai
to give two over to the new baby. I thought you might like to because you have
as much control over yours as I do and I’ll be giving him a pair of mine.”
The seven year old blinked up at the sparkling red eyes before letting a small
grin split his lips. “If you want me to give him some of my kikai then I will.
Hajime did say that I’d probably be just as much his uncle as you would!” A
small giggle left the younger boy and he brought a hand up to push Koishi off
to the side.
Shura sat up and concentrated on what he wanted the kikai to do before sending
them over to Koishi, who was still sprawled on the bed next to him. The Aburame
eyed the two curiously before blinking at Shura. “You’re going to give him a
female and a guard?” Shura nodded and Koishi flashed him a bright smile again.
“Thanks Shura, this means a lot to me. Sorry for waking you up at-” he glanced
at the clock and winced “-two in the morning. I’d better get back before they
notice I’m gone.” He slipped forward to hug Shura for the first time since that
awful night, then disappeared out the window.
Shura stared after him, feeling the slight panic from the touch seep away from
him. That was the first time he hadn’t freaked out when Koishi even attempted
to hug him. The first time he’d not spazzed about the closeness of the other
for the whole exchange. He felt quite giddy about his lack of reaction.
----------------------------------------------------
That winter he was moved up another grade, now only one below Koishi and his
sister. His mother told him in no uncertain terms that he would be staying in
this one. Even if he showed that he would be better in a higher class she would
not permit him to skip ahead.
He’d been confused as to why until Koishi had told him, a bit nervously to be
honest, that the final year of the academy was under consideration for
recruitment. No one would say why, but it had to be a very powerful enemy if
academy students were being considered.
Shura dropped the argument, not really wanting his mother to worry over more
than she already did since she was back on active shinobi duty. Baby Kiba
usually spent the mornings with one of their aunts and then came home in the
afternoon when Hana-neechan came home.
His only real complaint was that an idiot sat next to him in class. Umino Iruka
had come late on the first day and so was forced into the only open seat, right
next to Shura.
He didn’t even think about what the reason for the academy recruitment could
be. That is, he didn’t think about it until one day in June when the whole
classroom shook and the head teacher of A-block rushed into the room. His day
didn’t get any better when something heavy started to push in on his mind. It
had happened a few times before and always seemed to make it impossible for him
to concentrate on anything else. Right when it reached its peak a loud boom
shook the school again.
Shura pressed his hands to his sensitive ears. Ever since he’d had the family
jutsu performed on him his nose had become as good as any dogs, and his ears
could hear the faint beat of a heart across the room if he concentrated.
The head teacher of Block-A talked with their usual teacher for several long
seconds before he rushed off and Shinonome-sensei, the head teacher, turned to
them. A sharp whistle quieted the panicked screaming of some of the more
hysterical students.
“Anyone with experience in gen, nin, and taijutsu to the front, now!” Shura
stood and was surprised when Iruka followed him to the front of the class.
Seven students now stood in a group beside the teacher, who turned to look at
them all “The village is under attack. The school is being evacuated and we
need higher grade students that think they could lead a group of children to
safety.”
“I want you to tell me what you know and how far along you are compared to a
genin. If you don’t know then guess.”
The first person to go was a girl with purple eyes and no pupil “Taijutsu and
genjutsu about sixth month genin.”
Three more people went then Iruka was looked at “Tai, gen, and ninjutsu First
year Genin. Weapons second year genin.” A small girl went then it was Shura’s
turn.
“Gen, nin, taijutsu second year genin. Weapons first year genin.” The teacher
seemed surprised at this. She eyed him for a second before nodding.
Glancing at the class to make sure they were sitting quietly she turned back to
them. “Inuzuka, you’re in command. Umino, you’re his second. I want you to
organize our class so each of you seven have the same amount of people then
meet in the play ground. Find out if anyone else has any weapons experience of
use.”
She left to do gods knew what and Shura blinked at the six students looking at
him expectantly. Doku poked his head out of his coat to watch “Er, I suppose we
should get started huh? How many students are there in this class besides us?”
The small girl that had gone before him cleared her throat “Twenty-one not
including us buchou. We could each take three and at least five of them are
good enough with some form of weapon to be brought to Sensei’s attention.”
Shura blinked at the girl before smiling his thanks “Right,” he turned to the
class “three people to each one of us! We’re to meet Sensei on the playground
once squads are formed!”
People started to do as he’d said when one of the older boys in the back stood
up “Why should we listen to you? You’re just a kid compared to us, probably
only got into this class because your uncle runs the academy!” People slowed in
uncertainty at this.
It looked like Iruka was ready to come to his defense when Shura spoke up “If
you want to fight me then do it quick. If I win everyone follows my orders, if
you win then you can take my place.” The boy smirked.
As he made his way to the front of the class the girl whispered quietly “That’s
Kei Izuma. He’s big on genjutsu and using wire so look out for that. He also
hates following orders from someone smaller than him.” Shura nodded his thanks
again and handed Doku off to Iruka.
The boy was standing in front of him with a smirk now “You’re so small, I think
I’ll give you the first shot. Go ahead, give it your best.”
Shura’s eyes narrowed “How kind of you.” Without warning he jumped high enough
that he could have gone over the older boy before spinning in mid air and
landing a hard kick to the side of Izuma’s head. The Kei flew across the room
and hit the wall; hard “You lose. Three to a person, someone carry him.”
Students hurried to obey him and he took Doku from Iruka.
They hurried onto the play ground and a kid ran up to Shura “Inuzuka-san?” He
nodded “Shinonome-sensei said all A-block commanders are to report to you. She
also said that the nearest safe point is Kyuujjo river Underground. She said
you’d probably been there before?” Shura nodded again and then stopped walking
as four more people came up to him.
All of them looked to be in the same class as he was, just in different blocks
“So you’re the captain for A-block huh? Well, do you know where we need to go?”
Shura had to stop Iruka from stepping forward to insult the girl for her tone.
Instead Shura smiled sweetly at her “I do. If you’d like I could show you.
Certainly someone so pretty as you hasn’t been to the Undergrounds like all the
boys have.” The girl bristled and one of the guys that had come with her
smirked.
Two second years came over to him now “Inuzuka-san, all the commanders of the
A-block classes are over here waiting for you.”
Shura nodded at them then turned to face Iruka “Umino-san, could take our class
over there? I’ll be over in a second. Try to organize it so that the lower
grade squads are partnered with someone from our year if not an entire squad
from our year.” Iruka saluted with a lopsided grin then went to do that.
The boy that had smirked caught sight of the unconscious Izuma “He caused a
problem for you too?” A finger was pointed at the large boy. “I’m Tetsunosuke
Ichimura, Commander of B-block. This is my brother, Shuichi, he’s commander of
C-block.”
Shura bowed slightly “I’m Inuzuka Shurachi, commander of A-block and yes, Kei-
san did give me a little trouble, but we sorted it out right away so as not to
delay to long.” A red haired boy laughed loudly.
He pushed through the twins and grinned widely at him “I’m Abarai Renji, E-
block commander. That jerk has gone through all of our classes and I must thank
you for knocking him out. He would have caused a lot of trouble.” The girl
huffed “Oh, this is Yuhi Kurenai. She’s D-block commander and just a tad upset
that you’re in our grade when you’re so young.”
Trying not to cause to much friction and get away so he could direct his block,
Shura bowed politely again. “It’s very nice to meet you all, but the village is
under attack and we really need to-” The ground shook again and a crack started
to split the playground. Shura cursed and jumped back hurriedly as the crack
split right where he’d been standing.
Shuichi waved for him to get to his block as the others separated to direct
their own groups. Iruka looked grateful when Shura showed up. “Inuzuka-sama,
please tell me you know some earth style jutsu.” Shura frowned, but nodded
slowly. “Good because that last quake made parts of the school crumble and
apparently someone from our block was still inside.”
“We sent Hyuuga-san’s squad in to retrieve them and they were in an area that
collapsed.” Shura’s eyes widened.
He hurried toward the crumbled building “Why was someone in there? Wasn’t
everyone ordered to evacuate? Doku, find them!” The puppy barked and jumped
from Shura’s coat to begin sniffing at the pile of rubble. “No, get someone
else to explain it to me. I need you to follow B-block to Kyuujjo Underground.
If you know how to get there then lead everyone else, if not then have everyone
follow B-block.”
Doku barked and began to scratch at some of the bigger rocks. “Someone can
explain later, just go!” Iruka hesitated for a second, but at the command ran
to organize everyone and take them to safety. “Doton: Iwa Tobu no Jutsu!”
(Earth Style: Flying Rock) He didn’t notice the surprised Renji watching him,
nor the smirking Ichimura as he forced the rocks to float in the air and then
fly off to the side until he found the small compartment that had obviously
been made with chakra right before they were crushed.
The Hyuuga girl from before had a seven year old in her arms while the rest of
her team huddled around her. They brightened considerably when Shura peered in
on them “Casualties?” He called and the Hyuuga shook her head. Shura helped
them out “Come on, we have to go before something else happens.” Doku barked
and the sound echoed over the empty playground.
Charging their feet with chakra, the five ran while the small kid was held
tightly in the Hyuuga’s arms. They arrived at Kyuujjo right before the gate was
shut and Shura sent out a discreet kikai to find his block. Once that was done
he led them down into the tunnel and met up with a worried looking Iruka. “You
made it!” Shura quirked a small grin, he doubted he could manage anything else.
A glance around found that no adults had shown up “We the only ones here? Any
genin, chûnin?”
Iruka shook his head “This is a small safe point that’s well hidden. It was
reserved solely for academy students when it was made and from what I saw when
we were getting here no one can be spared to make sure the enemy doesn’t get to
us.”
“So who is the enemy?” Shura asked. Before Iruka could answer someone pushed
him out of the way.
Iruka went to protest, but he was again interrupted “You can give him details
as I fix this. You’re bleeding buchou.” Both Iruka and Shura looked down at
Shura’s leg in surprise. It had a long, but shallow looking cut in it.
The Inuzuka blinked “I must have gotten it when I was climbing those rocks.
There was some broken glass and sharp stones, but I didn’t think I’d been
injured.” The girl smiled slightly at him.
She didn’t say anything for a while as she cut the bottom off his pants then
bandaged the leg “It was probably the adrenaline, it dulls pain until you’re
safe. I’m Mitsuo by the way. I know you didn’t get a chance to learn my name
earlier. The enemy attacking Konoha is the Kyuubi no Kitsune. It will be busy
with our shinobi so we don’t need someone making sure enemy shinobi don’t find
us.”
Iruka cut in before she could continue “Which means you and the other four are
in charge. I looked around once we got here and there are supplies in the back.
Our blocks are separated still, just waiting for further orders or trying to
calm each other down. A lot of the younger kids are crying which upsets the
older ones. Everyone is getting irritated and we have no idea what to do.”
Someone cleared their throat and Shura turned around to see the other four
captains behind him “Can we steal you for a bit? We need to figure out what to
do from here.”
Shura nodded and turned back to Iruka who chuckled “I got it, I’ll go tell
everyone to calm down and let them know that you got back safely.”
Laughter bubbled out of Shura’s throat as he realized Iruka already had him
pegged “Thanks Iruka-kun. Mitsuo-san? Would you mind watching over Kei-san? I
want to be warned when he wakes up.” She nodded and they both left to do as
he’d asked. Shura turned to the four and they led him a little ways away.
Once they were settled in a little alcove, two strong boys took up positions on
either side of them like guards. Renji motioned to them “These are Ikkaku and
Yumichika. They’re my second and third in command for our block. They‘ll keep
people from listening in while we decide what to do.” Everyone made sounds of
agreement.
“There are supplies in the back, enough for the whole school to survive a week
down here. We shouldn’t be down here that long, but just in case, we should be
very sparing with how much everyone is given.” This was agreed on. “All of us
have problem kids as well. They might try to take control of the blocks so make
sure they’re watched by people you trust. I know that you’re new,
comparatively, to this grade Inuzuka-san so I’ll have someone give you a list
of people to watch later.”
Shura thanked Shuichi then spoke up “The younger years are upset and some of
them are crying. This is getting on the older years nerves and my second and
third in command seem worried this could start fights. We need to find a way to
calm everyone down.” Kurenai frowned slightly, looking thoughtful.
After a few seconds of silence she brightened considerably “Gather up all the
younger years, I know a few people who are good with kids. As for the older
years, we’re shinobi in training right? Organize Taijutsu matches that are to
be watched over strictly by at least one of us at all times. That should help
diffuse some of the tension and provide entertainment for everyone.”
The details of this idea were hammered out over the next fifteen minutes as was
who would be in charge of distributing supplies evenly. They were just
designing a watch schedule in case missing nin decided this was a good time to
attack the village when Mitsuo stumbled toward them. Ikkaku and Kira stopped
her before she reached Shura, but he stood to go to her anyway.
Blood was dripping down half her face and her eye was closed to keep it from
getting in. An arm was wrapped around her ribs while the other dangled at her
side and she tried to smile for him, but only managed a grimace. “Mitsuo! What
happened? Who did this?” She coughed and blood came out.
His alarm was growing with every second, if she had internal bleeding then they
couldn’t do anything about it. “Kei…his buddies helped…-cough- Iruka is trying
to get him. -wheeze- It isn’t internal, knocked out a tooth.” She bared her
teeth to him so he could see. One was indeed missing “S’ven, hurry.” Kurenai
took her from the two guards and laid her down on the floor.
Ichimura and Renji offered to go with him, he agreed, and Shuichi stayed behind
to help Kurenai. As he was following Doku to the scent of Iruka he heard
Kurenai ordering Ikkaku to get her second and third in command and tell them to
bring medical supplies. Once they were a little further in it wasn’t hard to
locate the fight.
Kids had formed a ring around them and a peek through the crowd saw Iruka
pinned by his neck to the wall while another kid was being held down by three
of Izuma’s flunkies. Izuma was apparently saying something, but Shura couldn’t
hear it over the crowd. With a growl remarkably like a real dog, Shura shoved
his way through the people with Renji and Ichimura close behind.
“Is something wrong here Kei-san? I thought we had an agreement. You lose you
follow my orders, I lose I give up my place. You lost.” Iruka was dropped and
he slumped to the ground while Izuma turned to scowl at Shura.
He advanced menacingly on the seven year old “You’re outnumbered and alone
Inuzuka, how will you command me when we can just beat you into the ground?”
Renji cleared his throat and the other two commanders stepped out from the
crowd “He isn’t alone Izuma-teme. Tetsunosuke-san and myself are on his side.”
Izuma scoffed “Like you two are going to help much. It’s still seven to three.”
Shura glanced at the boy they’d had pinned only to find him unconscious. “That
Shiozu girl was easy to beat, Umino was easy to beat, you’ll be no different.
Inuzuka just got lucky earlier.”
Anger bubbled in his blood as he listened to Izuma. Renji clucked his tongue
and Ichimura just smirked. All three of them were ready to fight and those
around them knew it. Izuma grinned viciously “You’re going to lose.” As if that
was a cue, the six other guys attacked. Shura ducked a kick and rolled out of
the way of a kunai.
Weapons? They really did want to cause damage didn’t they? Pulling out his own
kunai, Shura sidestepped the guy in front of him and charged Izuma. The Kei
pulled out a shuriken and blocked the slash. Shura jumped back then shot
forward again. Someone behind him cried out and he had just enough warning to
duck before a body slammed into Izuma.
“Inuzuka, jump!” He pushed chakra into his feet and jumped “Shokubutsu:
Tsukamaeru no jutsu!” (Plant style: Vine Capture) vines shot out of the ground
and wrapped around Izuma and the lackey on top of him. Outraged cries alerted
him to the fact that the other five had been captured as well. He dropped back
to the ground and turned to look at the boys caught in various poses.
Renji had a cut on his cheek and Ichimura was leaning against the wall
breathing heavily. The Tetsunosuke’s hands were slowly separating, he being the
one to do the jutsu. Shura went to take a step toward them and his leg gave
out. A curse hissed passed his lips as he looked down at the injury. Blood was
seeping through the bandages Mitsuo had put there earlier.
He waved off Renji’s concern and stood back up “We need to go back to the
others and decide where people who make trouble are going to go. We can’t just
let them go so they can try and attack us again.”
Shura chewed his bottom lip in thought “You guys go back, I need to stay here.
Hurry and find a place to be an infirmary. I’ll need to put these two there to
make sure they’re okay.” He quirked a small grin and motioned to Iruka and the
other boy. “Also, tell Mitsuo-san that Kei is under control? She’ll probably
try to do something if you don’t.”
He thought for a second before turning to look at them again “Do you have
anyone that can use earth style jutsu?” Renji nodded “Send them to me then and
I’ll teach them the earth capture jutsu to keep the troublemakers from getting
out.” He started directing people to move Iruka and the other boy before
backing up.
When he had all seven offenders in sight he took a deep breath “Everyone clear
the area! I don’t want anyone getting hurt!” people backed away quickly and the
two other commanders moved to stand behind him. Shura brought his hands up to
form seals and on the last one brought his hand to his mouth “Doton: Tsukamaeru
Doro Darake no Jutsu!” (Earth Syle: Muddy Capture)
Mud spewed from Shura’s mouth, coating the ground and turning the hard earth
just as soft. Izuma and his flunkies sank into it up to their necks then, after
being forced into a spread eagle position underground, the mud hardened and
they were trapped. There was silence before Renji burst into laughter “Oh,
that’s great! You gotta teach me that one whenever we get outta here.”
He was still laughing when the crowd swallowed the other two captains up as
they left. Shura looked at those around him “Anyone else want to question my
leadership?” His voice rang out in the silence. No one stepped forward so he
turned to the people with Iruka and the other boy. He knelt beside them and
checked Iruka over for vital signs. He was breathing fine and looked to have
only passed out from lack of oxygen to the brain.
Next was the other boy “Does anyone know who this is?”
The little girl that was beside him turned teary eyes to Shura “He’s my nii-
san, Genma. He’ll be okay, right?”
Shura pressed his lips together tightly and checked him over as well. There was
a small cut on his arm, but other than that he was okay. With this in mind he
smiled at the girl “He’ll be just fine. All we have to do is wait for him to
wake up.”
As if that was a cue Genma groaned. He peaked open a black eye then immediately
closed it. Shura moved away so the siblings could interact without him
listening in and went to Iruka. A few soft pats to the face made one brown eye
open “Heh, buchou. Sorry I couldn’t stop him. Is Genma okay?” Shura nodded
“That’s good. He was just trying to help, but those guys are way above him.”
Shura balanced on the balls of his feet as Iruka sat up and rubbed his head.
“Headache?” He laughed quietly as Iruka made a face at him “Come on Iruka-kun,
I’ll need help limping to see Mitsuo. She looked pretty beat up when I left
her.” Iruka sighed in a put upon manner, but stood up anyway to help his new
friend walk. They made it slower than Shura would have liked, but he really
couldn’t move that fast with pain lacing through his leg.
Mitsuo was sitting against the wall with bandages wrapped around her chest
preserving her modesty while Kurenai applied antiseptic to a cut on her
stomach. The shirt was pulled back on as soon as a bandage covered the cut and
Shura cleared his throat “Yuhi-san, Mitsuo-san. Are you okay Mitsuo-san? No
permanent damage?”
She smiled reassuringly at him “I’m fine now Inuzuka-san. Kei is captured?”
Shura nodded and Kurenai cleared her throat.
The girl glared at Shura for a second before speaking “Renji’s gone to get the
guy who knows earth style, the jail is towards the front of the Underground and
the infirmary is further back. The first match will be in an hour so let your
block know. All the younger years have already been rounded up so you don’t
have to worry about that. How bad is your leg?”
Shura blinked, blinked again, and then looked down at his leg like he had no
idea what she was talking about. Kurenai got frustrated waiting for him to show
signs of intelligence and unraveled the bandage. Blood oozed out, but it was
slower than when he’d first gotten it bandaged. Kurenai tsked and began to
clean the wound up.
When a chûnin showed up to let them know the crisis was over, two days later,
Shura was rather fond of Iruka and Renji. They were fun to be around,
especially when they were together. He’d found out half way through the second
day that they didn’t mix well when put together. It was like oil and water, or
vinegar and an open wound. Sparks flew as bright as the sun and provided him
with ample entertainment when he wasn’t on fight duty.
His good humor, however, was swiftly and thoroughly murdered by the news that
his mother was dead. It was buried when he learned that Iruka’s parents were
both dead as well. Momosuke threw himself into missions instead of being a
father and Hana immersed herself in learning all the medical crap she could,
leaving Shura to take care of baby Kiba.
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A year after the attack Shura was now a genin at the tender age of eight. He
was on team 13 with Mitsuo and Iruka as team mates. Their sensei, Raydon
Hasunuma, liked to impersonate the shinobi clans and was always a new person
whenever they met. He also liked to try sneaking up on them when they weren’t
expecting it. He’d only gotten Shura a few times and that made the Inuzuka very
proud indeed.
Kiba was being watched by Aburame Hajime’s wife. Little Shino and Kiba got
along alright and Shura was eternally grateful she didn’t mind watching his pup
as well. Kiba was starting to talk and oddly enough, at least to Shura, his
favorite word was mommy. Every time he said it Hana and his father laughed so
whatever it was, was probably their fault.
A body slammed into his, making him stumble “Buchou!” Iruka’s voice rang out as
the bigger boy scrambled off of him and helped Shura to stand “Guess what!
Hasunuma-sensei says we’re going on a mission to grass country! Some girl is
traveling there and she says she needs an escort to protect her!” Iruka bent
over slightly to whisper in Shura’s ear “She’s really pretty too.”
The Inuzuka snorted “You’re an idiot Iruka, and don’t call me buchou. How long
is this mission going to take, do you know?”
Iruka looked thoughtful for a second before his face brightened as he
apparently remembered “Five days! She doesn’t want to move to fast because the
heat of the season makes her need to rest more. Such a fine lady.” Iruka sighed
as if he were in love and Shura shoved him away with a disgusted look.
This presented a problem for him. Momosuke was away on a mission in Suna and
Hana couldn’t be trusted to watch anything human for very long. He really hated
having to ask his best friends brothers family to watch Kiba for so long, but
his options were looking slim. “You know that anyone in your family would watch
him. Doing something for the alpha seems to please them a lot.”
Startled eyes turned on Iruka. The goofball wasn’t usually that insightful.
Sure he knew about the Inuzuka pack structure in far more detail than anyone
outside the family, but that didn’t mean he understood it enough to make
accurate guesses like that very often. “I know, but he likes being able to go
visit little Shino and I know my family won’t let him. They dislike that I’m so
close with Koishi as it is.”
Thinking quickly, Iruka turned his friend around “Go ask Aburame-san if she’ll
watch your brother for the duration of the mission and I’ll let sensei know
you’re going to be a little late.” The Inuzuka raced off to do that and Iruka
continued on to the training grounds they regularly met at. Hasunuma-sensei was
waiting there with Mitsuo and Lady Misa.
“Gomen sensei, buchou is going to be a little late. He has to make sure
Aburame-san can watch his brother while he’s away.” Hasunuma nodded behind his
high collar. He was impersonating an Aburame today. Several minutes later Shura
showed up with Doku hot on his heals.
Lady Misa spoke up before anyone else could “This area is occupied little boy,
you and your dog will have to find somewhere else to play until we leave.”
Mitsuo’s eyes widened as she realized first what the woman had said.
Hasunuma cracked a grin behind his high collar and Iruka’s face paled “Lady
Misa…” but the warning was to late. The woman had already reached out a hand to
turn Shura around.
If there was one thing that the young Inuzuka couldn’t stand, it was people
treating him like he was a child. He was the alpha male in his family, the
youngest genin in his year, and the fierce mother of a young pup. NO child
could have accomplished that and he made sure everyone knew he was no child.
One could understand the surprise of his teammates when he simply sidestepped
her hand and picked up the last remaining pack “Sorry I’m late sensei, Aburame-
san wanted me to bring these along for everyone as a parting gift.”
Iruka, even in his dazed state, recognized the sweet bean rolls that Shura
sometimes brought when they were training. He hurriedly snatched the bag and
got his out “Thanks buchou! I didn’t get breakfast today.” Shura scowled at him
as he snatched the bag back and handed out the other two. He’d already eaten
his on the way there.
Furious at being ignored, Lady Misa stepped forward “Hasunuma! Do you mean to
tell me that the genin team I hired has an academy student tag along?!” Her
anger was apparent as she pointed accusingly at Shura who was ignoring her in
favor of tossing small pieces of something to Doku. Hasunuma just shrugged at
her and called his genin to attention.
They left the village with Lady Misa still fuming over her supposed waste of
money. Shura walked in front with Iruka and Mitsuo to either side and a little
behind him. Hasunuma walked beside Lady Misa behind the three just listening to
his two more social genin talk. Every now and then they’d speed up to ask Shura
his opinion and he’d give it to them in a quiet voice that they listened to
with rapt attention before falling back again.
He found it kind of funny that the three of them had such a well defined
relationship between them. Shura was the leader, the buchou. If he wasn’t
around then Mitsuo went to Iruka, the fukubuchou. If neither of them were
around then she dealt with it herself, forgetting that she had a sensei
entirely.
Hasunuma and the other jyônin that were assigned a genin team had all noticed a
pattern similar to this amongst those that came from A-block. They went to
Shura first, then Iruka, then Mitsuo and if none of them could be found one of
the jyônin instructors were sought out.
There were a few who were disgruntled by this, but for the most part his
colleagues enjoyed not having to deal with the complaints or small squabbles of
their genin charges. It also helped decide who one went to during joint
missions with other genin teams. Though he’d noticed that certain people in
other blocks were afforded the same deference.
He hadn’t had a joint mission with any of these teams, so he wasn’t sure how
they would figure out the hierarchy between them. Despite this, for all the
genin from A Block Shura’s word was almost as good as the Hokage’s.
Chakra melted stealthily into the area and Hasunuma felt the wind pick up. He’d
noticed that the element was much more volatile around Shura, responding to him
even if the Inuzuka had no idea it was. Obviously the dog user had realized
there was a foreign chakra as well and the bloodline limit, Hasunuma had
decided that had to be what it was, was responding to his increased awareness.
Doku had also disappeared from the path they were on. “I’m telling you Mitsuo,
Abarai is a useless idiot who would get us all killed if we let him command a
mission. I feel sorry for whoever ends up in his team if he ever makes it
passed genin level!”
Frown firmly planted on her face, Mitsuo shook her head “Abarai-kun was a
commander, just like buchou-” Hasunuma’s ears perked as he realized they might
drop some clues as to why so many people followed Shura’s orders so willingly
“-and he would have to have some sort of skill to be that now wouldn’t he?”
Iruka still looked rebellious so Mitsuo moved forward a little faster to get
Shura to convince the Umino.
Following her so he could try and argue his point first, both fell silent at
the blank look on Shura’s face. He usually had some look of annoyance for them
whenever they came to get him to agree with them. Mitsuo recovered first and
said quietly “Well buchou and where did Doku go?” Hasunuma listened carefully,
that question had far more depth to it then just wanting the others agreement.
“He ran ahead, he saw a few rabbits and wanted to chase them. It looked like
there were enough of them for each of us to have at least one, sensei will
probably want three all by himself though.” Both genin tensed up and Hasunuma
held his breath as he realized exactly what had been said. “And Renji-kun has
his merits as well as his defects.”
Iruka crowed in triumph, but it wasn’t his usual expression of victory. Mitsuo
was staring into the trees off to the side as if she didn’t want to look at him
right then. Realizing he was being ignored, Iruka looked off to the other side
with a humph and crossed his arms like a petulant child. Hasunuma marveled at
how smoothly they’d set up watch, determined how many attackers there were, and
made it seem like they were a divided team of children prone to childish acts.
Lady Misa complained that she’d hired stupid babies to protect her and that she
might as well just kill herself for all the good they would do. Hasunuma
couldn’t help thinking her an idiot for not seeing how very intelligent and
synchronized they were. It was almost like they’d rehearsed these things
before. Perhaps he’d have a talk with Shura once they’d set up camp.
Doku came bounding out of the forest some time later and Shura caught him as
the puppy jumped into his arms. Mitsuo and Iruka still refused to look at each
other, preferring to watch the trees than interact with one another. The puppy
was continuing to bark happily as Shura seemingly held a conversation with him.
Lady Misa groaned that her supposed protectors were insane as well as childish.
Before she could finish insulting team 13, shinobi were dropping out of the
trees. She screamed a little and Hasunuma shoved her behind him “Mitsuo, Iruka!
Four on the left! Doku, go protect Lady Misa!” The puppy barked and jumped from
Shura’s arms atop one of the attacking shinobi’s heads before pushing off,
knocking the guy down, and landing right in front of the cowering woman.
Hasunuma took care of three of the attackers in the first five minutes. Two
more fell at Iruka’s hands while another one was brought down by Mitsuo’s
‘Ghost Jutsu’. It caused the opponent to think they’d died and were in hell,
making them incapable of continuing to fight. The quiet voice he’d grown so
used to hearing seemed to echo in the resulting silence.
Something cruel, dark, had entered it and when Hasunuma realized what the jutsu
was he was to late to stop it. “Shokubutsu: Shi Ha Chidarake no Jutsu!” (Plant
Style: Bloody Death leaf) The plants around them seemed to come alive as they
reached out to the last attacker. Large green leaves wrapped around him to form
what looked like a giant flower bud. A quick glance at Shura showed his
normally soft features twisted in a sadistic grin as wind whipped his long hair
around his head.
The blood curdling scream of one in the most excruciating pain imaginable
seemed prolonged as the wind carried it around the group. The green leaves were
seeping into a reddish-brown color that sent ice through Hasunuma’s veins. He
didn’t want to think of the reason behind the color change, especially not with
the plant blooming before them.
The crushed body in the center of the flower like leaves now had vines weaving
through it. Smaller versions of the ‘flower’ were dragging entrails into the
ground. By the time the flower had turned a beautiful blood red the mans body
resembled a shriveled seed. Shura ended the jutsu and the plant broke apart to
return to its original positions as branches or bushes. The body was dragged
underground by a few vines and no evidence of the brutal murder was left
behind.
A quick look at his other two genin’s stony faces showed that they had seen
this before. He wasn’t sure when, he’d certainly never even known that any of
them knew of the jutsu. Lady Misa broke the tense silence with a horrified sob.
The jyônin turned to look at her, she’d gotten sick all over the ground in
front of her. “Shiozu, Umino, go make sure Inuzuka is alright. I’ll take care
of this.” The two moved toward their friend and talked quietly at him until his
tense posture and maniacal grin had relaxed into a pleased smirk.
That night, as everyone was settling in for sleep, Hasunuma sat down next to
Shura in the tree he’d chosen for his watch. The two didn’t speak for a long
while, waiting for one of them to start this conversation.
Finally Shura spoke “I am alpha Hasunuma-sensei. Leader, protector of my pack.
Saying something like ‘We will kill your family, friends, and village if you
don’t give up.’ is bound to stir my less pleasant feelings even if I am only
eight.”
He closed his eyes “Aside from that I am buchou, friend, protected. I cannot
let them get to those I protect or those who protect me. That man was no
shinobi sensei. I’ve seen him in my dreams, nightmares.” The green eyes opened
and suddenly Hasunuma wasn’t so sure of the child’s obliviousness to his
bloodline limit. “He can kill with just a few words, can find out anything he
wants by stealing a strand of hair.”
A harsh smile formed on Shura’s face “He wasn’t expecting the docile child of
being capable of such dangerous jutsu. Didn’t think I’d be able to stop him
from reaching my pup, my pack.” Suddenly he clammed up. Surprise showed on his
face for several long seconds before he straightened “Gomen nasai Hasunuma-
sensei, was there something you wanted to talk to me about?”
Hasunuma cleared his throat quietly “Yes actually, some of the jyônin have been
wondering why the genin from your year seem to hold your word in more esteem
than theirs.” Shura’s cheeks reddened. He hadn’t thought anyone had noticed
that outside of those who already knew.
Squirming a bit under his teachers purple stare, the Inuzuka took a deep breath
“You remember when the Kyuubi attacked?” Hasunuma nodded. Many great shinobi
had been lost in that battle, including the fourth Hokage. “Well I was in my
second to last year as an academy student and I had the most skill in my class.
The teachers organized their classes into teams and assigned each block an
over-all commander.”
A long strand of hair was pulled around to be absently played with “I was
assigned as the commander for A-block. I guess that everyone just remembers
that and expects me to be a good mediator for them.” He shrugged a bit self
consciously.
His sensei looked thoughtful for a second before speaking again “And earlier,
when you were warning Umino and Shiozu about the shinobi following us. I wanted
to know how they knew what you were talking about. It was almost like you’d all
rehearsed what to do if an enemy is stalking you and you need to have a look
out that wasn’t obvious.”
Shura brightened considerably at this question “It was good, wasn’t it? I can’t
take credit for this one though. Mitsuo-chan came up with the code for the most
part. I send Doku out to mark all of the enemies with his scent and once he’s
gotten to the last one I signal them discreetly like this-” he moved his
fingers in a pattern that could have been just him rubbing at an itch on a
finger “-and they come to the point in their argument that means I have to side
with one of them.”
The young face seemed much more innocent with that soft smile “Of course
they’ve been arguing about something since Doku disappeared so Mitsuo-chan has
to ask where he went. She really likes dogs you know.” Greens eyes seemed to
sparkle in the moon light “Puppies are easily distracted though, so he’s gone
off after some sort of animal. However many I say he’s chasing is the
approximate number of enemies.”
“They can do what they want after that, usually they pretend to be ignoring
each other, but sometimes they’ll go off to fight out who is right on whatever
they were arguing about and no one has to worry about attackers after that.
Rabbits are Shinobi, we just assume they’re at Kage level unless we can feel an
accurate chakra level. Birds are bandits, mice are friendly shinobi or
travelers, and a fox is unknown everything as well as unknown if Doku marked
them all.”
Hasunuma contemplated this for several long seconds before something stood out
in his mind “How do you know the number if they were marked by smell? Surely
your nose isn’t that good.” The Inuzuka had to cover his mouth to keep from
waking anyone up with his laughter.
Delicate sniffs of the air brought a blush to Shura’s face again “Ah, you ate
an onion bagel for breakfast this morning, stopped by the Hokage’s office, and
borrowed that coat from Aburame Kai.” Hasunuma’s eyes narrowed.
A suspicious note in his voice he said “I always have a bagel for breakfast, I
have to go to the Hokage’s office when we have missions that take us from the
village for more than two days, and you’ve probably seen Kai-kun wearing this
coat before.”
Poor Shura’s blush darkened considerably “You ah, you also had sex with
Kuchiki-san about an hour before you met with Mitsuo-chan and Iruka-kun.”
Hasunuma gaped at the child before him.
No one knew about his relationship with Kuchiki Byakuya, not even the Hokage.
Technically no one was supposed to know about Byakuya either as he was part of
the Special Ops. Unit that dealt with things outside the gate. Deciding he was
convinced enough of the sensitivity of the Inuzuka’s nose, Hasunuma dropped
from the tree and went to sleep as far from the genin as possible.
The rest of the mission went off without a hitch. Lady Misa was delivered to
her father, who was a retired shinobi living in one of the more wealthy
civilian villages. Hasunuma resolved to let the Hokage know about Shura’s
unusual knowledge and abilities when they got back to Konohagakure. Iruka and
Mitsuo argued the rest of the way home and Shura took pains to keep himself out
of their heated debates about people they knew.
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Two weeks after that mission team 13 was nominated to take the chûnin Exams. A
month after that Shura found himself in command, as a chûnin, of a team made up
of Mitsuo, Iruka, and Hyuuga Minami. She was a hyper, intelligent, and cheerful
girl. With Mitsuo’s information gathering, Iruka’s ability to quickly analyze a
situation and immobilize a target, Minami’s Byakugan, and Shura’s natural
talent at nearly anything he tried they were taking missions that were usually
reserved for teams of jyônin.
The Inuzuka was content to remain a chûnin for the rest of his life if he could
keep this team. They were all such a brilliant combination that he couldn’t see
himself working so smoothly with anyone else. Their teamwork was so flawless
that when an official from Konohagakure had to visit Sunagakure they were
assigned, along with the Anbu team, to go along.
Shurachi wasn’t sure why he’d been pleased to hear about the mission as it was
hot, dry, and accompanied by a Fire Lord’s whiny son. If he wasn’t hitting on
Mitsuo, he was complaining about how tired/hot/thirsty he was. There had been
angry mutterings from even the Anbu hiding wherever they were hiding!
He’d used most of the water in his canteen to keep poor Doku from getting
dehydrated in the desert heat so Shura couldn’t get any relief from a drink
like the rest of his team. Iruka was rather pissed at him for refusing the
offered drinks from their own canteens so the dolphin was ignoring him.
Mitsuo was to busy keeping an eye out for the desert creatures they’d been
warned over to chatter at him like she did when she knew he was bored. And as
if he wasn’t already miserable enough, Minami was using little bursts of chakra
to trip the lord’s son and make him whine even louder.
It was with the utmost relief that they arrived at the large gates into Suna.
The lord from wind had agreed that the shinobi village would be the best place
to meet to discuss whatever it was they were discussing so there was a little
more paperwork to go through than usual. Once it was done however, they all
went off to their respective hotels.
The Anbu set up a guard on the lord’s son while the chûnin team that had been
hired to take him there and back settled in a less expensive hotel. They’d be
there for a week, two at most, and then they’d meet up with the client for the
trip back.
It had only been three days, but Shura was feeling the heat as badly as his
furry dog. A tessen was being used as a regular fan as he walked down a
slightly crowded street. People parted for him, seeing the hitai-ate wrapped
around his upper right arm, and small children came up to touch Doku before
running off giggling. All the dogs in Suna were small and hairless, not his
kind of pooch.
Pausing briefly at a stand to buy some fruit juice, water was way to expensive,
Shura glanced around the street. Doku was beside him, the teenaged dog small
for his species, but huge for the people in this city. There were children
clumped in groups all around the street, giggling at Doku, and older people
bustling around.
The only thing that really seemed out of place was the small child standing off
to the side by himself. He held a stuffed bear close to him chest and looked
barely old enough to be walking around, if that. Probably about two or three
years old. Where was his mother? An older sibling maybe?
Ah well, it wasn’t any of his business anyway. Sipping down the last of his
juice, Shura handed the glass back to the vendor and continued on his way down
the street. He wanted to get back to his, marginally, cooler hotel before the
hottest part of the day arrived. Doku moved a little closer to him and whined
quietly.
At the noise Shura paused and looked down. Tired, soulful eyes looked back at
him and a small bark made him glance back. The child he’d noticed earlier
paused and tried to look like he wasn’t doing anything wrong. It was rather
hard when everyone around him made a large perimeter, as if they didn’t want to
touch him.
Shrugging slightly, Shura patted Doku on the head and continued forward. The
patter of little feet, heard only because he had practice listening for Kiba
and Shino, continued to follow him until he jumped onto the roof of his hotel.
It was easier to get to his room from the roof entrance as it was on the top
floor.
A few more days of being followed around by the little kid lead to Shura
becoming slightly fond of him. It was cute how the child would always be
waiting for him to leave the hotel every morning, would follow him through the
streets at a distance, and then would follow him back. Worrying yes, but cute
all the same.
Iruka was talking to him again, though now he wished he weren’t, and constantly
teased Shura about his stalker.
The teasing stopped however, when the child showed up in the middle of the
night with tear filled cheeks and quiet sobs. Shura wasn’t sure how the boy had
managed to get on his balcony, or how he managed to sneak into his room without
setting Doku off right away or being caught by Iruka, but he didn’t think those
things were half as important as the small face pressed to his chest.
Shurachi rocked the two of them on his bed, murmuring little shushing noises
and reassuring words. “There, there little one. It’s alright, you’re safe. No
need to cry, come on now.” The sobs did slow to sniffles after a few minutes
and Shura leaned back to wipe the tears away. “Now tell me what’s wrong, why
are you crying?”
Murky green eyes, a shade lighter than his own, stared up at Shura. Both of
them ignored Iruka, who was guarding the door, and continued to stare at each
other until the little boy gave in. “Yash’maru-oji is gone on a mis-mish…misson
fer the rest of the monf.” Another little sniffle and Shura suppressed a smile
at the mispronounced words.
“Why did you come to me? Why not your Otousan? I’m sure he’s worried about
you.” The child shook his head, almost franticly clinging to Shura now.
“’Tou-san say I have to stay ‘way ‘till Yash’maru-oji comes home.” The child
buried his face in Shura’s chest again and remained quiet until his shaking had
calmed somewhat. “You was nice to me.” Shura blinked down at the child in
confusion. “Tha’s why Gaara foun’ you.”
Understanding lit in dark green eyes. “I see, why don’t you just calm down and
we’ll go back to sleep. No need to stay awake so late at night.” Gaara nodded
and crawled off of Shura’s lap to curl up beside him on the bed. The toddler
closed his eyes and pushed himself into the trance-like state that replaced
sleep for him. Shura settled next to him, glad that he’d taken first watch and
wouldn’t have to wake up until morning.
The routine he’d set up wasn’t interrupted at all by the addition of Gaara as
an active participant. He just took the kid along with him, bought him juice
and breakfast, then settled for the midday nap with the small body curled into
his chest.
It was no problem at all to ignore the disdainful looks, the frightened anger,
that seemed to follow him around when he carried the child with him on his
daily walk. People were stupid, they’d proven that to him a long time ago. He
was just glad the paranoia in his village had died down after he’d become an
official Inuzuka.
It was kind of painful to leave the little guy behind, sobbing by himself at
the edge of the city for Shura to stay, when it was time to go back to Konoha.
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Koishi had made chûnin while Shura was away. He was also in charge of a genin
team as all the jyônin, once they had a student make chûnin, were being sent on
missions to prove Konoha wasn’t weak after the Kyuubi attack. No matter that
that had taken place almost an entire year ago.
The pair of them still met up at their clearing to practice with kikai, but now
they also practiced at training ground four when it came to anything else.
Shura took a break from his constant intake of knowledge to take better care of
his little brother, who was still calling him mommy, so when Koishi made jyônin
before him, two years after the mission to sand, he wasn’t that surprised.
What did surprise him, however, was the slow changes in Koishi’s behavior. He
still stopped by Shura’s house every chance he got, just as Shura went over to
his house as often as possible so Kiba could play with Shino, but there was
something different about the Aburame’s visits now; something more. Almost like
there was something Shura should have guessed, but just couldn’t figure out.
The fuzzy sensation that Shura got in the pit of his stomach every time Koishi
stopped by wasn’t helping him figure it out either.
Shura hadn’t ever had his hair cut more than a few centimeters, so now he wore
it in a high tail braided in dozens of little braids. Koishi had commented on
how much he liked the hairstyle, but Shura didn’t think that was the reason for
the fuzzy feeling. Maybe it was the things Koishi brought with him whenever he
stopped by now? There was always a gift for Shura, to make up for how long his
latest mission had been Koishi said, and usually something for Kiba too.
It started simple with a new set of kunai, some senbon to slip into his ass
length braids. Then it began to get a bit more personal as first a new shirt to
replace the one burned during a mission was left on his windowsill, then a book
on Cerberus dogs found its way onto his book case. He’d been researching that
particular breed for some time and this book was the most complete he’d come
across so far.
When flowers, candy, and even stuffed animals replaced the more practical
things he finally mentioned it to Hana. She stared at him for several long
seconds before bursting into laughter “Oh! Our little Shura-chan is growing
up!” snicker snort “He’ll have a partner of his own soon enough!!” She wasn’t
able to speak for a long time after that because every time she looked at him
she’d start laughing.
Koishi was properly unhappy with her attitude when Shura went over to his house
to complain to him. Koishi had to leave for a mission not long after that
though, so Shura was going to visit him since he’d gotten back last night. A
five year old Kiba was chattering up at him about all the things he was going
to do with his best friend Shino while Akamaru trotted along beside a still
teenaged Doku.
The dog was to big for Shura to carry around everywhere now and that made the
twelve year old a little sad. He missed the small puppy that slept in his coat
when it was cold. Bandages were wrapped loosely around Shura’s arms and upper
chest to hide the kikai holes. Koishi had warned him not to let anyone know
about them after he’d nearly revealed the secret during a training session when
he‘d wanted to take off his shirt because it was hot.
He could see why his friend wouldn’t want it getting out that Shura had the
ability to use the main weapon of two of Konoha’s more powerful families, but
the bandages made it so he couldn’t really get a tan. The wall of kikai that
protected the Aburame compound parted for them “I don’t want you getting Shino
into to much trouble, okay pup? Hajime-sama has already threatened to lock you
up in his closet if you don’t behave.”
Kiba squeaked in alarm at this and Shura held in a grin. Koishi’s older brother
had had to raise Shino on his own for the past two years. His wife was killed
in an ambush while on a mission to the cloud village. No one was sure who did
it, but Shura always did everything he could to make it easier on his friend.
Kiba was enough of a handful without bringing others into his mischief after
all.
The two Inuzuka separated, Doku going with Kiba, and Shura made his way to
Koishi’s house. The sixteen year old wasn’t there to greet him at the door as
usual. Instead his mother sent Shura down the hall. This was an immediate
warning sign as the Aburame always met him at the door unless he was injured,
sleeping, or ill.
A groan floated out of the room as he approached and Shura figured Koishi was
probably injured. He didn’t complain unless something hurt terribly so it must
be bad.
Being as quiet as he could, Shura slid into the room and closed the door behind
him. A small screen hid the main room from view so he glanced around it to see
if Koishi was asleep. He didn’t want to disturb his friends rest if that were
the case. What green eyes found was enough to shut down the teens brain
entirely.
Leaning against a mound of pillows, legs spread, pants gone, was Koishi. The
older teen had a hand on his stiff cock while the other fingered his hole,
slipping in occasionally. The red eyes were closed in pleasure as the normally
spiky hair stuck to Koishi’s forehead. “Ah, Shu-Shura, AH!” His name coming
from those lips caught Shura’s breath in his throat.
The Inuzuka felt himself tighten in his pants as he watched the erotic display
before him. “Shurachi! Please, ah! Harder, more, please!” The calls and pleas
pushed at Shura’s resistance. He wasn’t sure how long he could stay away with
Koishi so desperate for him to do something. He saw Koishi bite his lip to keep
a loud scream from escaping as something pleasurable raced through him.
Obviously his friend wasn’t so far gone as to risk alerting his mother to what
was being done. The lithe body arched up and it was to much for the Inuzuka to
take. The scent of sex, the sound of heavy breathing, all of it was mixing in
his mind to trigger his instinct to mate. He needed Koishi right then almost as
much as he needed to breath.
**
Six quick steps to the futon and he was pinching the tip of Koishi’s dick to
prevent him from ejaculating. Blood red eyes opened in shock before chapped
lips were silencing his questions. Koishi whimpered as the smaller body
stretched out on top of him. A hard something was pressing against his stomach
while cold cotton dragged over his cock.
The kiss broke “Sh-Shura? What are you-Nnnn.” The red eyes were wide as they
watched Shura flick his tongue over the tip of Koishi’s aching erection.
Shurachi’s eyes were so dark they were nearly black “This is why you’ve been
sending me things? You were courting me Koishi?” The question was accompanied
by a long lick up the underside of Koishi’s cock. He was unable to make any
coherent words so he just nodded. Shura growled quietly, the sound sending a
new thrill through the bug user “Why didn’t you tell me? I wouldn’t have been
angry.”
Red eyes stared into half lidded green “Shura, I’m sorry! Just…please!” He
panted as cold air was blown over his swollen flesh “I need you!” Koishi whined
lowly, remembering the sound from one of the female dogs when she’d gone into
heat. He was pleased to hear the answering growl from the boy above him.
Deciding that was a good enough answer, Shura stood up to remove his pants.
Koishi took this the wrong way and cried out piteously “Don’t go!”
Amusement flickered in green eyes as he let his pants drop and Koishi gasped.
He was endowed well enough that he didn’t ever have to feel embarrassed. “Who
said anything about going anywhere Koishi?” His shirt was next and once he was
totally naked he settled atop the Aburame again. Lotion was pressed into his
hand and he used it to slick himself up.
Koishi groaned as Shura’s thick cock slid into him. He was momentarily glad
he’d already been stretching himself when the other found him before he was
lost in a wave of pleasure.
Shura was biting his lip to keep himself in control. Koishi was so tight, so
warm! His ass seemed to clutch greedily at him and he was all to happy to
oblige the desperate body; slowly.
His lover cried out and he stopped moving to make sure Koishi was okay. Strong
legs wrapped around his waist to pull him deeper so he figured the Aburame
couldn’t be in to much pain. Once seated fully inside the other, Shura let
himself breath. He was holding a pale hip tightly while his other arm was
planted next to Koishi’s head to keep him from collapsing atop his lover.
Fingernails dug into his back suddenly and the hip he was gripping so hard
rocked against him. “Move Shurachi, buchooouuu.” The moaned word caused fire to
rush through his veins. It had never been so incredibly pleasing before and he
didn’t even have time to wonder where Koishi had learned his nickname before he
was thrusting hard and deep.
The cries became louder and louder until Shura crushed their mouths together
again to keep from being heard. His tongue flicked in and out in the opposite
rhythm of his cock. He wanted to be inside of Koishi in some way at all times.
Pale hips rocked up to meet his slightly darker ones, rough bandages scratched
against both their nipples.
It wasn’t long before Koishi was squeezing around him and only three thrusts
later Shura was stiffening above the screaming Aburame. “SHURACHIIII!” He
thrust reflexively a few more times, his body riding out the orgasm, before
collapsing atop his best friend.
**
Both of them were breathing heavily and Shura could feel a hand running through
his hair. It must have come loose from its tail at the base of his neck
sometime during that whole thing; the thick sheet was sticking to his back and
thighs.
Groaning slightly, he moved to pull out of Koishi. This was quickly halted by
the legs around him tightening “We have to get cleaned up Koishi. Your
screaming was loud enough to wake the dead.” Koishi protested, but let Shura
pull out of him. One last squeeze to the soft cock was nearly enough to change
Shura’s mind. “Mizu: Heiwa no Taki no Jutsu.” (Water: Cascade of Peace)
A small trickle of water shot from Shura’s mouth to soak the cloth all
Inuzuka’s carried to save their sensitive noses from overload. He used that to
wipe the semen from both of them “Ano, Shurachi-kun?” Shura looked up from
where he’d been cleaning himself off with a frown. It had been a long time
since Koishi had called him Shurachi-kun.
The Aburame was bright red and refused to meet his eyes “G-gomen Shurachi-kun.
I know what smell and sound do to you.” He bit his lip and Shura realized with
a start that the other was nervous Shura would be mad at him. “I, well I knew
you were there. My kikai warned me when you came in and I couldn’t help wanting
you.”
The blush darkened and Shura took a deep breath. With a sly smile he slid up to
rest his head next to Koishi’s on the pillow “Ne, Shi-chan, your room smells
really good right now. Like heat and sweat and sex…” He trailed off to bring
his lips inches away from Koishi’s “And us. I think I like that smell the
most.” He pressed their lips together and Koishi was so startled he didn’t
respond for a very long time.
When he did though, they stayed spread on the futon, side by side, kissing
until the squeal of children coming towards the house with excited barking
pulled them apart. Shura rolled away and pulled on his clothes “Come on lover,
time to face the brats.” Shura pulled a face like it was the worst imaginable
punishment ever conceived.
Both of them took some time to sort out Shura’s hair before leaving the room.
They made it into the kitchen just as Kiba and Shino burst in. They rushed to
hide behind the two teens as Hajime followed close after. He paused at the
sight of his younger brother and couldn’t help the knowing smile from spreading
over his face. Koishi’s face reddened and he sunk a little into his coat, Shura
just smirked back at the older brother.
As if to prove his claim, he growled slightly. Hajime’s smile widened into a
grin while Kiba squealed and moved to hide behind Shino instead of his brother.
Whenever mommy growled like that someone was going to be attacked. It didn’t
matter if it was a fun attack or a scary attack. The five year old was
understandably puzzled when Shura just moved to call Doku away from a cloud of
kikai.
Both dogs bounded over excitedly, barking about things they’d seen or people
that had petted them. Kiba was especially excited to hear that Akamaru had made
a new friend among the small number of animals that roamed the compound.
“Mommy? Can we stay here for dinner?! Hajime-nii says he doesn’t mind so long
as it’s okay with you!”
The smirk turned amused as green eyes glanced at a sheepish looking Hajime. The
man couldn’t cook worth a damn and often invited people over that he knew would
cook for him. If that didn’t work he’d send Shino off to eat at his
grandmothers while he ate whatever leftovers he could find. It was kind of cute
when he thought about it long enough.
“Hai, we can stay for dinner. Go play and we’ll call you when dinner is ready.”
The children, or rather Kiba, crowed in triumph and Kiba dragged Shino back
outside with him. “You, my dearest Hajime-nii, are going to learn to cook
something today or I’m going to carve out your kikai with a rusty shuriken.”
The two Aburame men were slightly freaked out by how happy that thought made
Shura.
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Two years later found Shura dodging an attack as Kiba tried to land a kick to
his shoulder. The seven year old had started in the academy six months ago and
was eager to show off everything he learned as well as prove to his “Kaa-san”
how much he’d improved in the skills said fourteen year old had taught him.
Shura would be going on his final qualifying mission before the jyônin exams
with Koishi as his partner so the child was especially eager to prove he could
protect the pack while his mother was away.
Every chûnin had to go on three S-ranked missions with a jyônin partner before
they could qualify for the jyônin exams. Usually the person they partnered with
was also who ended up being their partner afterwards. He was rather glad he’d
pulled Koishi’s name from the pile, as one could imagine. Another shot to his
shoulder was dodged and he cried out in surprise as sharp teeth lodged in his
hand.
Immediately the puppy let go and Shura inspected the wound with a wide grin. It
wasn’t anything a few days wrapped in bandages wouldn’t fix. “Good job Kiba!
You’ll have to tell Koishi-nii all about how you managed to beat me when he
comes over.”
A smooth voice startled both Inuzuka “No need to tell me, I saw the whole
thing. That was an excellent tactic Kiba-chan, distracting your mother by
attacking his shoulder while Akamaru went for his hand. I knew it was smart of
me to get this for you.” The Aburame pulled a package from behind his back and
Kiba made an excited noise.
Glancing quickly at Shura, who nodded his permission, Kiba rushed over to hug
Koishi then take the package from him. Both teens laughed as the child eagerly
tore open the box. Inside was a set of eight kunai, three shuriken, and ten
senbon. “I heard you’d be starting a weapons unit soon so I figured you’d need
something to practice with.”
“Sugoi!! Koishi-nii these are great! Nya, Mommy? Will you teach me? Please?!”
Shura laughed loudly at that. Koishi came over to wrap his arms around the
smaller teen in a display that made Kiba grin.
When he’d calmed down, Shura grinned brightly at Kiba “I think I’ll leave that
one to your sensei Kiba-pup. I’m terrible when it comes to weapons training.”
He chuckled again as he remembered how very frightened Koishi had ended up
being when he tried to teach Shura how to throw and use weapons. He’d missed
his target every time and almost always managed to land one near Koishi.
Said Aburame shuddered in his own remembrance “Yes, you should have your sensei
teach you that.” He began walking Shura backwards and Kiba followed with a
curious expression “Come on you two, I’m buying us all ramen tonight to
celebrate Kiba’s landing one on his mother.” Shura huffed, but didn’t pull away
when Koishi turned them around to walk forward down the street.
A few people threw them disgusted looks, but for the most part women cooed and
guys that knew them cat called. They sat down at Ichiraku’s ramen stand, Kiba
in between his makeshift “parents.” Shura had just placed his order when his
eye was caught by a blond kid peaking at them through the cloth hanging over
the stand.
Worn looking orange clothes, skinny appearance, hungry expression. “Make that
two shrimp, one wasabi, and one chicken Ojiisan.” The man started up a third
pot as Koishi and Kiba looked at him questioningly. He merely smiled at them
and placed the chicken ramen at the only empty seat. Digging into his wasabi
ramen with a grin as his two companions made a face, Shura watched the small
orange blob out of the corner of his eye.
Unfortunately, the glasses he’d chosen to wear that day didn’t improve his
peripheral vision. So he contented himself with just knowing that the kid was
hungry enough to investigate. Once a blond head poked in, probably to get a
better sniff, Shura spoke up “Kit-chan! You’re finally here, we’ve been waiting
you know. Sit down and eat before your ramen gets any colder.”
His tone was light, as if he really had invited the other to eat with them
before then. The boy eyed him suspiciously for several long second, but Shura
only turned and ordered another wasabi ramen. After Kiba was quieted by Koishi,
before he could ask questions of course, the boy sat down and hurriedly began
to eat. His bowl was empty, as was his seat, by the time Shura’s wasabi was
half finished.
That night, while Kiba lay sleeping in his own bed, Shura basked in the after
glow of his most recent mating with Koishi. It was rare for either of them to
switch positions, but tonight Shura had played uke and he was rather satisfied
for it. “Shu-koi? What happened back at the ramen shop? Why did you help that
boy out?”
Bliss receding slightly, the Inuzuka rolled over so he could look at Koishi’s
face. His long hair brushed the backs of his thighs and slid over Koishi’s own
skin as he adjusted himself. It was a pain, but Koishi liked the feel of
Shura’s hair sliding over them during sex. He supposed it was worth the tangles
to be able to get his boyfriend hot and bothered so very quick.
Twining their fingers together, Shura smiled “Kit-chan is a special someone
Koishi. If it wasn’t for him then I might have lost more than my mother. Plus,
I can’t turn away a hungry child.” He chuckled quietly and realization dawned
on Koishi’s face.
With a small smile that was reserved for Shurachi alone, Koishi said quietly
“Kit-chan. Heh.”
That morning both of them were gone before Kiba even thought about waking up.
Hana was there to make him breakfast and walk him to the academy, but Kiba
disliked having to rely on his older sister. She loved him, that he knew, but
sometimes it was hard for him to believe that as she always put animals before
him. Thank goodness he’d be going home with Shino-kun until his mommy got back!
The mission started without any sign of a problem. It was rather simple,
retrieve a scroll and return it to Konoha at all costs. Shura figured the
scroll probably had something very important in it to make it an S-rank
mission. He’d left Koishi at the camp site, as he was supposed to be the one to
retrieve the scroll, and gone on his merry way.
Someone must have tipped the enemy off however, because as soon as he had the
scroll shinobi from mist had popped up everywhere and begun to chase him
through the trees. That was why Shura was panting as another senbon found its
way into his flesh. He had to kill them before they got to Koishi, he had to!
His lover was counting on him to do this right so they could work together for
real. Twisting as he jumped from one branch to another he quickly formed the
seals and blew damaging fire at his final pursuer. The woman screamed in pain
as the flame engulfed her.
Shura stopped to watch her body burn to a crisp before hurrying back to camp.
The sun had set some time ago and Koishi would have to come look for him if he
didn’t arrive soon. The small hole in his hand itched and Doku suddenly barked
in alarm. The dog was ahead of him, had gotten to camp first. He wished neither
of them had made it back though.
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