.Wolf and Cub.
. By Sonxfanchara .
Special thank you too uno-loco-amor, for helping me with my story and checking it. And for just being awesome !
Three months ago tragedy struck leaving a father with his hands tied behind his back with the full responsibility of child rising. Since then the days had become somewhat normal with the exception of those once tiring days become exhausting hours upon hours of work, whiter it was taking care of his child or working. Being a very important shinobi to not only the Land of fire but most importantly his own village Konoha left no room for him to complain or let his guard down.
Oh, how this legendary man known as the White Fang missed his wife and how he wished his son in whom had been named Kakashi, could at least have known first hand of his mother's love before her passing. But then again it was easier on the boy not knowing it at all. To know such a pure love and have it snatched away was painful. But being in this world even as a regular citizen you were lucky to live your life till the end. But the chances of death as a shinobi of any village were extremely high. Even a simply mission of escorting somebody at a D rank could end up a life and death situation. Yes, life was precious and the times you have a chance to spend with love ones even more so.
Soon the mornings became night and days turned to weeks. Yet Sakumo was still finding it hard to look after his spawn by himself. He hardly knew anything about these noise, messy, gogily eyed defenseless creatures. But he always tried his best and even when he was in questions of what was to be done he didn't settle for failure. Stead if he didn't get something he'd look it up in one of the books his wife had gotten him. They had come in handy to many times to count and had becomes his life lines in a way.
Finally the weeks turned to months and it was soon November 7th a little bit after Kakashi's first birthday. The little one was currently preoccupied with the blown up kunais his father had gotten him as well as the baby blue dummie he had a habit of sucking on. From the rocking chair across the room Sakumo sat watching him like a mother wolf. But even a mother wolf with her cautious nurture and quick reflexes to any unknown sound was known to let their guard down and he gave a yawn. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to rest his head in the palm of his hand but the thought wore away as did his eyes. But just as his eyes closed he was suddenly jerked out of his sleep as well as out of his chair he was resting in. And his eyes burst open to the sound of giggles pouring out of the baby's mouth. Too he's relief the person he saw was no threat to him or his cub but that still didn't make it ok to scare him half to death.
"I thought you were on a mission!" He shouted as he tugged his top out of the man's grasp. He could feel his heart flutter to catch its breath now that the danger had been discovered and the threat before not such a threat now.
"I was, just got back and just in time as well!" The man standing before him spoke before letting out a jolly laugh when Sakumo looked away blushing from his near heart attack.
He couldn't believe he had fallen asleep watching his son and then on top of that give this jerk the opportunity to not only pick up his son but take him by surprise.
"This is why I hate you sometimes, Jiraiya." He stated as he folded his arms in defiance. His eyes never leaving there target of the young man in front of him.
"Oh, come on Sakumo!" Jiraiya raised his voice with a mocking grin.
Soon Sakumo's attention was drawn away and his angered, pouty face became frantic as the sounds of laughter from his son became quite and turned into little sounds of the child tearing up before opening his mouth to let out a whale. He didn't understand the change in the boy's moods and he looked back at other sadness evident in his eyes before turning his full attention to his son. He wasn't sure what to do because he didn't understand why he had suddenly started crying. But usually just by picking up the cub up the roaring and streams of tears would subside. Not this time though, he scrunched up his lips in thought, he then decided to blow up his cheeks and make a funny face and Kakashi only cried louder. He then spent five minutes doing everything in the book to get the kid to quite down but still nothing and now the boy was a wet, puffy mess of snot and tears.
He was out of ideas and was becoming more frantic with every passing second. How could getting a small child to laugh be so hard? He'd seen S rank mission that had been easier than this one at hand. Suddenly he was struck in the back of the head by the other who he'd forgotten was in the room with him and with that a new idea struck him too. He grinned cheekily as he picked up one of the fake kunais Kakashi had thrown in his fit and blow softly at his sons face to get him to temporally stop crying. As he planned the small cub batted away at the annoying breeze and Sakumo achieved his attention. So without further adieu he lifted the toy and pointed it at Jiraiya.
"Can you see the bad man, Kakashi?" He said in a soft spoke voice as he watch his son and the other from the corner of his eye. The cub blinked before giving a nod to his question.
"Do you want him to go away!?" He asked and this time the boy looked over at the other man than back before nodding with a giggle. Jiraiya looked on at the scene before him with a raised eyebrow to what his sensei was planning to do.
"Well let's make him . . . disappear!" Sakuma laughed as he chucked the inflatable kunai at the other successfully hitting Jiraiya on the nose before it fell to the floor.
The little cub paused as if he was trying to comprehend what was going on and the two older man stood in their spots in an awkward silence before the white haired boy decided to play along and he threw himself to the floor in an dramatic way of dying. The minute he hit the floor the boy busted out in bubbly laughter at the action of his father and the 'Bad Man'. Sakumo chuckled and smiled at the boy. "All happy now my little shinobi?"
But the only reply was more bubbly giggles of happiness so he decided to toss his son into the air earning him more squeals before catching him. The feeling that his cubs happiness gave him was just something you couldn't explain. So he would milk this moment that his son wasn't moping around his toys or crying his poor little heart out to the world. He picked the boy up into the air and began to make bird noises. But he stopped and pulled him into his chest when Kakashi's face scrunched up and he let out a yell.
"Oh, did I scare you Kaka? Hm" He spoke softly to the runny nose, leaky eyed cub before his attention was drawn to the floor where the 'bad man' had been forgotten. He glared kunai's at the other who was laughing so hard it look like it hurt as his shaky hand pointed up at the two. "M-maybe he didn't enjoy his flight!"
"Excuse me, but you're supposed to be dead, aren't you, legendary Sannin!?" Sakumo snapped as a devilish grin spread across his face and his eye brow twitch in anger.
Out of clueliness of what was going on only sensing the evil and angry vibes from his father he tugged on his daddy's top. "Dada?"
The minute the word had been spoke the man snapped from his thoughts and his attention was again on his son. Jiraiya sighed softly with a smile and turned away from the two. In a loving affection to show his son everything was alright he placed his finger under the boys chin and rubbed softly. The boy giggled and Sakumo smiled as he continued the action to repeat his action. When he saw the cub take his small hands with all his strength grab his wrist in attempt to stop him from this action. His father thought this was funny and he gave a hearty laugh as he continued to fluster the boy.
Though Sakumo has happy Kakashi was not enjoying this one bit and glanced at the 'bad man' on the floor who had now turned his attention to the two again. He saw the man speak but to him the words meant nothing. Than the 'bad man' made a funny nose with his nose and he turned to his father who had stopped doing what he was doing that created that uncomfortable feeling. He was now using the hand to wave around as he return his reply of things he didn't understand. But at this moment his mind and eyes were preoccupied on the finger being wiggled and flown around like food on his spoon. He opened his mouth and he allowed his head to fallow the finger as he tried to catch the thing before him.
To Jiraiya it looked like a cub teaching itself its first hunt using its sibling's tail as prey. In this case the poor target was his older mans. As he watched he said nothing about other than continue to argue with the silver haired man acting as a distraction. After a few annoying seconds of head bobbling and shouting between the 'bad man' and his father kakashi managed to get the finger. In one swift move he bit down with no mercy for the prey. Sakumo let out a howl so loud it shook even the moon and sun above. His eye's jerked down to where the pain was coming from to see his son gnawing on his finger like an animals carouse at meal time.
"Ow,ow! K-kakashi let go of daddies finger pplease." He mumbled as he carefully tried to get him off. The only response from the other was a shake of his head which caused more pain to his finger.
Jiraiya on the other hand who was still lying on the floor made no attempt to help his sensei out. He was currently too busy rolling around dying of laughter or at least Sakumo wished so after the white haired boy stated. "Oh, Ho, he's defiantly the Cub of the great silver wolf."
After five minutes of torture and indescribable pain to his abused finger Sakumo finally was able to unlatch the two little teeth embedded in him. When he examined his finger he not only found out that he had teeth marks in it but it was red and swollen. He would have to remember to keep all small limbs from the mouth of his cub unless he wished to lose a finger or two. This thought made him shutter and for some odd reason his son burst into bubbly laughter. Given his son a look of clueless and worry to why he had decided that daddies face was so funny with such an expression. He couldn't help but be charmed and he too was laughing along with his son, so now the whole room was engulfed with the joyful laughter of people who were precious to one another.
A couple hours later Sakumo let out a sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck and shut the door to his cubs den. It had taken more than half an hour to get the kid to sleep. Who would have ever thought sleep could be so hard for a baby. He'd always been told that's all they did. Well whoever had come up with such a preposterous notation should be bludgeoned for lying. He was trying his hardest not to allow Kakashi to sleep in his room all the time because it always seemed harder to get the boy to sleep the nights after allowing him to rest by his side.
As he made his way down stairs each step he took seemed to creak like the rusty hinges to an old door. He caught himself turning back and stopping ever other foot to listen for those muffed cries but he was only met with the still silence of the old house. He hadn't even noticed he was holding his breath till he reached the ground floor and his breathe wushed out in one fluid movement. Had he really been so nervous to waking up his son that he had been so careful he had not dared to breathe in fear of being caught sneaking away. It wasn't as if he was sneaking away from his duties. He was simply seeking a vocation to relax with another pack member. Then why did he somehow he feel in the deeps of his heart that he was leaving the person my precious to him behind?
He shook the feeling off and headed for the kitchen on his way he passed the living room where Jiraiya was now sitting on the couch lost in thought with one of those pervert expressions spilled upon his face. He gave a chuckle and continued walking till he found himself filling up the tea pot and placing it on the old stove top to boil the green herbs. As he waited he decided it was feeble to waste time alone in the kitchen when he could go and bother the thinking man on his couch. It had been sometime since they had been able to speak like this.
When he entered the living room from the sliding door of the kitchen, the boy gave a smile as he spoke. "So, how did it go with your cub?"
"Today was worse than others, yet better than most. It seems every time I try and leave his side he cries like if he lost sight of me for just a moment I won't be there anymore. So I did as I always do. I crawled into the crib with him which you would think would be enough room but with all the toys his mother got him it's a tight squeeze." He chuckled and sat down on the chair across him his friend.
The other man gave a hearty laugh before speaking. "Well that is part' of parenthood, Wolf."
"I know that, my question is and I hope won't always be, when exactly will be your turn to be one?" As he spoke he moved his elbow in a nudging fashion at Jiraiya who had turned red in the face before giving his sensei an annoyed look. But that mood didn't stay long because before any of them to it they were laughing.
Soon there talk become of the olden days and how everything began. They share their thoughts and memories taking the time to laugh and bring up embarrassing moments they or the other had experienced. The talk seemed to last forever to them as if time had stood still. Their thoughts were one in the same. If only it was like the fun old days, but fun days like that don't last long not in this world at least.
"Yo! I know what you're thinking now because I was thinking the same thing." Jiraiya stated all of a sudden out of the blue and Sakumo gave him a, 'what is that look?'
"Well my friend, what matters is that even if we can't have those good old fun days we still have this moment and the next that we live to make new ones."
The older man was about to say something when the pot on the stove whistled and he glanced at the kitchen door than back to the other before giving a bow to excuse himself. He quickly made his way to the kitchen to pull the pot away from the heat before the loud nose awake is cub and as he did so he reached for two tea cups to use. After he was done he put the pot back and turned the stove off before making his way back. When he returned he handed Jiraiya the steaming cup of tea before sitting back in the chair he had been sitting in earlier.
"This is good tea Sakumo." The white haired boy stated as he took a careful sip of the hot beverage. If he hadn't of bothered to look up to smile he would have never caught the slight smile passed his way why the older man thoughts drifted from the moment at hand. This look wasn't uncommon since the death of his sensei's late wife and it worried him every time he saw it.
"You thinking of her Sakumo." It wasn't a question but a statement and the man looked over than back at the tea cup resting between his palms. The green tea always reminded him of his wife and at times just the word turned his mood. He felt like it had been ages since she once had been standing where he was handing the tea to him where Jiraiya now sat. It was her thing to do when work would get tough and he would feel the tremendous pressure upon his back to complete a mission and save every man on his team. She would smile and place her hands over his which held the tea and say, "You know what I think about that and you know I always tell you to go with your heart on your call. Nobody but yourself can judge a call you make unless you let them." then she would kiss his forehead. He couldn't help but smile with her words and wonder if he could ever be as strong in the heart as her words sounded to my ears.
His thoughts of the wonderful memory were rudely stopped when an annoying slurping of an idiot's tea cut straight through them. He turned his attention to the other in the room and raised an eye brow as he narrowed his eyes. "Must you always do that when I'm trying to think?"
Even though he was trying to sound and look as if he was mad Jiraiya know the older made was holding back a laugh. And he was right because soon they were both laughing all over again and so there memory talk continued well into the late night. They were so lost in their convocation of the old days and even how they would think of how the future would turn out. That they had gone though four cups of tea without notice as if high off the green herbs they laughed without a care in the world. It wasn't till the clock struck midnight and the sound of the smallest measure, a hiccup from the door to the living room was Sakumo's moment broken. He turned to the sound and it was funny it wasn't his great hearing or the fact he was a legendary ninja but his parental feelings that he know the boy was standing there.
He smiled at the scene before him and pocked the other who was laughing so much you would think he had gone mad. When he felt the pock he toned down his laugh as he turned to his sensei than to where the other was looking. There standing at the door with blue demmie in his mouth and dog stuffy in hand stood one year old Kakashi Hatake in all his cuteness. Sleep heavy in his eyes, tear stained face and buggers hanging from his dripping nose.
"Ho-yo and what do we owe this pleasure?" Jiraiya chuckled as he watched his sensei get up to walk over and kneel before his son.
"Little cub why are you up this late at night?" He asked as he took his shirt and wiped the buggers and tears from the boys face.
"D-dada the moncers come" As he spoke as woddled as fast as his little feet could go. And he opened his arms to prepare himself from the upcoming hug. He didn't make it far when he suddenly tripped on his nighty-suit. But he was in no danger because as soon as he had taken flight his father had open arms to catch him and he gentle swooped him up into his warm loving arms.
"Kakashi there is no monsters here . . . well apart from one." He grinned when the younger man stood up in protest to his being labeled a monster. But he was silenced by the giggling laughter that bubbled from the boy before quieting down with a yawn.
Jiraiya could see it was about time that he should be leaving so he cleared his throat to catch the attention of his sensei who was soothing the cub in his arms. "It's pretty late and I have to meet Tsunade in the morning, if I'm late she'll kill me. So I should be going."
With the wave of his hand and a smile on his lips to show he appreciate the hospitality and time spent with his good friend he disappeared in a thick cloud of smoke as the little one watched with blinking eyes. As soon as Jiraiya had left he walked over to the lamp and turned it off leaving the room with only the light of the moon to cast an eery sliver of blood red light upon him. Sakumo turning his attention from the moon looked back at his son who was staring at him through tired eyes. He couldn't shake why his cub would be having dreams of monsters at only fifteen months. He'd never witness anything that could cause such dreams and even if he had why would they still be lingering for such a long time period. His thoughts soon left him as he yawned realizing just how tired he was from the day he had.
"Want to sleep with daddy tonight?" So much for trying to get him used to his own bed. The little head bobbed up and down quickly in nod and his father gave a soft hearty laugh to how lively the boy got at the mention of his father's bed. "Alright, my bed tonight it is."
With that he made his way up stairs to the bedroom sliding the door short with his free hand and before gently laying his son down in the layers of cloth. It took only a few seconds to strip down to his boxers before climbing into bed and pulled his son to his cheek, neck and chest as he placed an arm around him like a shield. Right before closing his eyes he gave a kiss to the boy's tender forehead and whispered.
"I promise the monster aren't going to get you why your daddies around. I'll protect you Kakashi, I won't leave you alone."
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed the story so far , until Chapter two peeps ♥