Dangerous
A/N still not quite happy with it, but can't think of anything more to do to tweak it. The characters belong to Kishimoto sensei. Except Kari, and well, I suppose she belongs to Sasuke.
Iruka sighed happily as he lay on the couch. Kari was sleeping on his bare chest in only her diaper. He wouldn’t give up the life he had with Kakashi, but there was something about a sleeping baby that made him think about having kids of his own. Being one of Kari’s primary caregivers certainly helped to ease the slight ache inside of him for a child.
He felt rather than heard his lover’s presence. Quieter than a whisper he came into the room, smiling wickedly with a gleam in his eye that Iruka recognized from experience.
“Don’t even think it, Kakashi. Not with Kari in the room.” Iruka voice was dark with promised threats.
“But Iruka,” Kakashi whined, “She’s sleeping and you look so cute. I just can’t resist you.” Kakashi trailed his hand up Iruka’s leg.
“Kakashi,” Iruka hissed, blushing profusely, “not with her in the room.”
“But Iruka,” Kakashi gave him his best glistening puppy dog eye, “she’s sleeping.”
“I don’t care,” Iruka glared, “Not with Kari in the room. Don’t make me repeat myself again.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance. This was not the first conversation they had about this subject and Iruka was fairly certain it would not be the last.
Kakashi pouted. Iruka rolled his eyes as the Jounin flopped to the floor beside the couch in a full body temper tantrum pout.
“She’ll be going home soon, Kakashi, you can wait for a little while longer.” Iruka stroked his lover’s hair. Kakashi turned and laid his head on Iruka’s shoulder.
“Promise?” he begged.
“Promise.” Iruka gave him a gentle kiss. He laid his head back, closing his eyes hoping to catch a quick nap before Kari left and said horny jounin pounced him.
Iruka drifted in a somnolent state. His dreams featured a silver haired fallen angel who did wickedly delightful things to his body. Iruka moaned and shifted as fingers danced with practiced teasing down his hardening length.
His eyes fluttered open as a particularly good stoke dragged him from his dreams. Kari blinked back at him as Kakashi’s guilty look gave him away. With deadly calm, Iruka removed Kakashi’s hand from his pants. He rose from the couch in one fluid motion that a cat would have envied. In fact, Iruka’s cat was slightly envious and would spend the rest of the night trying to emulate him. It wouldn’t do to have a human move better than a cat, even if said human was a shinobi. He had his pride after all.
Kakashi stood up holding his hand in front of him pleadingly. “Iruka,” he began but got no farther.
Kakashi would later truthfully say he never saw it coming. Iruka’s kick caught him squarely in the chest sending him through the screen door, across the balcony, over the railing, and luckily for him, right into Sasuke and Naruto who kindly broke his fall with their bodies. He winced as he sat up, gingerly holding the two ribs Iruka cracked with that hit.
“Ugh, Kakashi sensei, get off me, you're heavy.” Naruto complained. Kakashi took Sakura’s proffered hand, using her strength to pull him to his feet. He could feel her healing chakra as it mended his injuries.
“What happened, Sensei?” Sakura asked.
“I happened to run afoul of a mother tiger protecting her young.” Kakashi gave her his trademark grin.
“I warned you about trying to be a pervert when Kari’s around,” Sasuke shrugged unsympathetically. “Iruka's not likely to let you back into his bed anytime soon.”
“Ewww, teme, don’t even…no that is so wrong.” Naruto groaned.
“What’s wrong with Iruka and Kakashi having a relationship?” Sakura demanded.
“We could talk about your parents having sex instead.” Naruto retorted.
Sakura turned slightly green at the images that sentence brought with it, “Ugh, point made.”
The two shivered, trying to erase the bad mental pictures from their heads. There were some things that you just did not think about or even want to acknowledge as possible, your parents having sex being on the very top of the list. The next one on the list had to with your grandparents or anyone their age naked, but that would have been too much for them to bear at this particular moment.
Kakashi chuckled at their antics before turning toward the market place. “Sasuke, give me 10 minutes before you go get Kari.”
Sasuke studied him consideringly for a moment then nodded, “I need to go to the store for diapers and formula so don’t be too long.” Kakashi vanished as Sasuke picked up the screen door to determine if it was repairable.
“Do you suppose he can find something in 10 minutes?” Sakura wondered staring after him, “Hopefully not something perverted.” She shook her head in exasperation at her rather dense sensei.
“Oi, Dobe,” Sasuke grunted, “help me straighten this.”
It took some effort, but they got the door fixed and put back into place. Iruka distractedly thanked them as he anxiously scanned the streets for any sign of the silver haired jounin. The trio shrugged, deciding they really didn’t want to know what Iruka had planned for him. They waved goodbye to Iruka, heading out of the apartment while Kakashi slipped in through the balcony door. When team seven’s bickering voices could no longer be heard, Iruka turned to face his errant lover.
He stood toeing at the carpet and giving Iruka a pathetic puppy dog look. Iruka crumbled. He already felt guilty for kicking Kakashi through the screen door, but seeing him there looking so pitiable it just hurt. Iruka collapsed, sinking to the floor in a boneless heap, arms wrapping around himself as if to keep himself from falling apart completely. Kakashi froze, having never seen his lover look so lost, so afraid. He dropped to his knees, wrapping Iruka up in his arms. He held him to his chest, wanting nothing more than to take away his lover’s pain.
“I’m sorry,” Iruka whispered brokenly.
He clung to Kakashi as if he would disappear, whispering the same thing over and over again, his sobs breaking on the words. Kakashi didn’t understand this turn of events or what he said. He had been prepared to grovel and beg for forgiveness. Not have Iruka crumple broken on the floor. Kakashi would have gladly gone through a thousand doors rather than cause Iruka to shed one tear.
Iruka couldn’t explain to his lover why this time was so different from any others. He kept seeing that woman’s face in the hospital and her scared children hiding behind her skirt. He kept hearing her making excuses for her husband; how he didn’t mean to do it, that he really loved them, that things would get better. Lying to the hospital staff and herself that he wouldn’t hit her again when they could all see the evidence of old injuries. He had been assigned to talk to the children, listening in horror to them describing their dad being angry because lunch was late, by all of 2 minutes.
He found his voice finally and the words began pouring from him; his fears and doubts, his pain and guilt. How he didn’t want his temper to be like that. He never wanted to see that look in Kakashi’s eyes or the fear in Kari’s face because of him. Kakashi held him close, stroking his back, letting him talk until the words finally ran out. Kakashi wiped the tears from Iruka’s eyes, kissing him with gentle understanding.
“You are not that man, Iruka, and you never will be.” Kakashi reassured him. “You get angry, but you’re not mean. You’re far too kind and gentle to ever be that kind of evil.”
He laughed softly, “all the children of this village know that you may yell, but you would willingly lay down your life to defend them from ever being injured.”
Iruka sniffled, turning watery red-rimmed eyes to his lover pleadingly, “don’t leave me,” he begged. Kakashi gazed into those eyes and fell in love all over again.
“Never, Iruka, I love you far too much to ever walk away from you.” Kakashi held him closer, using his body to convey the emotions he couldn’t put into words. Iruka relaxed against him, wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as he could. They stayed that way for what seemed like hours, Kakashi gently running his hand up and down Iruka’s back in a soothing pattern.
Kakashi grinned as he felt the tension leave his lover’s body. “Iruka,” he whispered, “Kari’s gone home now and you did promise.”
Iruka weakly chuckled, “I did, didn’t I,” he teased.
Kakashi smiled happily as he picked Iruka up from the floor and stood in one fluid motion, walking them to the bedroom. Iruka couldn’t help but marvel at his lover's strength. He never really noticed it until Kakashi did something like this. He hid his face in the jounin’s neck, clinging to him like some heroine in a dime store romance. He pondered, for a moment, who the dominate partner was in this relationship. He decided it didn’t matter, he would let Kakashi pretend that he was in charge every once in awhile.
Kakashi placed him on the bed gently, as if he was the most precious thing in the world. Kakashi gazed down at him taking in the flushed cheeks, and wanton look in his eyes as Iruka lay there watching him. He gave an evil little chuckle and began humming a little tune about being too sexy. As he wiggled his hips, slowly pulling his shirt off, Iruka giggled at his lover’s antics.
Kakashi gave him a disapproving glare, “it’s sexy, Iruka, not silly,” he admonished.
Iruka schooled his features into the appropriate expression. Kakashi nodded happily and continued his sexy little wiggle slowly peeling his pants off his body. It took all of Iruka’s willpower to not crack up at his lover’s antics. It was the body shimmy that did Iruka in. His lover’s naked body doing that one silly move and that was it, Iruka started laughing and couldn’t stop.
Kakashi pinned his snickering lover to the bed. “Hmm, someone obviously needs a lesson in the difference between silly and sexy,” he purred.
Iruka was caught by the intense look in his beloved’s eyes. The laughter died in his throat as his jounin slowly stripped him of his remaining clothes. Those wickedly long fingers danced across the chunin’s skin, causing him to gasp and moan with tortured pleasure. Kakashi paused to stare at his love’s face, eyes filled with lust and desire gazed back and Kakashi shivered with shared longing. He stroked his beloved’s cheek with a whisper soft touch, “I need you,” he murmured against a flushed ear.
Those three words meant more to Iruka than all the declarations of love in the world. Kakashi needed him, not just wanted, or loved, or desired, but needed. Iruka’s eyes shone with happiness, Kakashi found himself lost in the love reflected in them.
Without words he proceeded to show Iruka just how much he loved him. Iruka arched his back gasping as the fallen angel from his dreams returned. Wonderfully wicked fingers danced around his cock, stroking it from root to tip in teasing motions designed to drive Iruka mad. His hands clenched the bed covers, head tossed back in pleasure, whimpering moans escaping from between his lips encouraging the silver haired devil to continue.
They were replaced by a wickedly talented tongue that granted Iruka a glimpse of heaven. It circled the tip before sucking his cock into the warm willing mouth. Kakashi's tongue flicked over the sensitive surface causing Iruka to arch off the bed with only his shoulders and heels left in contact with reality. Kakashi held him there, thrusting a finger into his tight hole, slicking it up with warming lube, helping prepare him for the much larger appendage that would soon fill him. Iruka groaned in need, begging Kakashi to grant him more than just that fragile glimpse of heaven.
Holding Iruka’s hips up so that he was arched off the bed, Kakashi slid into the tight heat barely in control. His body was begging to pound Iruka into the mattress. He wanted this to last; he wanted Iruka to shatter into a thousand pieces from pleasure instead of pain. He felt Iruka’s legs wrap around his waist urging him closer. He was thrusting almost straight down into the warm body bent below him.
Kakashi started with a slow, steady pace, barely brushing the spot that would drive Iruka wild. Iruka thrashed beneath him, whimpering in sweet tortured gasps as Kakashi teased him. Kakashi moaned as Iruka tightened muscles that squeezed his cock with delicious friction, causing him to lose the last vestige of control he had over his body.
He changed the direction of his thrust slightly, slamming into the sweet spot with each shove. Sending Iruka to the edge, perched on that cliff as waves of pleasure crashed over him. He clutched Kakashi’s back shamelessly begging for more, ankles crossed behind Kakashi’s waist, surrendering himself completely to desire. He felt the first pulse of Kakashi’s orgasm and it triggered his own, both falling over the cliff together and his fallen angel’s wings allowed them to soar.
Kakashi smiled down at his sleeping lover. He knew full well that he held heaven in his arms, and he was grateful for the fact that his angel still loved him. However there was still the matter of the unknown man who had upset his angel, causing him to question himself, making his lover cry in pain, placing fear in his heart. That was a crime that could not be forgiven, the coward had to pay.
- Later-
Iruka awoke when Kakashi slipped back into bed. “Kakashi?” he murmured sleepily.
“I was just thirsty, Iruka.” Kakashi snuggled his love into his arms, closing his eyes as sleep crept up on him. Iruka slid back into dreams; his head pillowed on his lover’s arm, listening to his lover’s heart beat a soothing rhythm in his mind.
Kakashi never again tried playing the ‘molest the pretty chuunin’ game while Kari was around. Iruka was touchy enough about him reading those books around her that he didn’t want to press his luck. After all, Iruka only had to make him sleep on the couch for one night, well really only part of the night since Kakashi managed to sneak back in and persuade his lover that he could be a good boy, because he was reading said book while holding Kari. He didn’t see the problem; after all it wasn’t like he was showing her the pictures.
As for the man who came from outside of Konoha with his wife and children, who saw fit to beat upon those weaker than him? He soon found out why there were so few domestic violence crimes like his in Konoha.
Kakashi never found him. Tsunade never found him. The anbu finally found him. But the kounichi had found him first. The medics, well they tried, but he was never the man he used to be. The male jounin would look at him, cringing, remembering why it was that the kounichi were the most dangerous creatures in the village.
Iruka sighed happily as he lay on the couch. Kari was sleeping on his bare chest in only her diaper. He wouldn’t give up the life he had with Kakashi, but there was something about a sleeping baby that made him think about having kids of his own. Being one of Kari’s primary caregivers certainly helped to ease the slight ache inside of him for a child.
He felt rather than heard his lover’s presence. Quieter than a whisper he came into the room, smiling wickedly with a gleam in his eye that Iruka recognized from experience.
“Don’t even think it, Kakashi. Not with Kari in the room.” Iruka voice was dark with promised threats.
“But Iruka,” Kakashi whined, “She’s sleeping and you look so cute. I just can’t resist you.” Kakashi trailed his hand up Iruka’s leg.
“Kakashi,” Iruka hissed, blushing profusely, “not with her in the room.”
“But Iruka,” Kakashi gave him his best glistening puppy dog eye, “she’s sleeping.”
“I don’t care,” Iruka glared, “Not with Kari in the room. Don’t make me repeat myself again.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance. This was not the first conversation they had about this subject and Iruka was fairly certain it would not be the last.
Kakashi pouted. Iruka rolled his eyes as the Jounin flopped to the floor beside the couch in a full body temper tantrum pout.
“She’ll be going home soon, Kakashi, you can wait for a little while longer.” Iruka stroked his lover’s hair. Kakashi turned and laid his head on Iruka’s shoulder.
“Promise?” he begged.
“Promise.” Iruka gave him a gentle kiss. He laid his head back, closing his eyes hoping to catch a quick nap before Kari left and said horny jounin pounced him.
Iruka drifted in a somnolent state. His dreams featured a silver haired fallen angel who did wickedly delightful things to his body. Iruka moaned and shifted as fingers danced with practiced teasing down his hardening length.
His eyes fluttered open as a particularly good stoke dragged him from his dreams. Kari blinked back at him as Kakashi’s guilty look gave him away. With deadly calm, Iruka removed Kakashi’s hand from his pants. He rose from the couch in one fluid motion that a cat would have envied. In fact, Iruka’s cat was slightly envious and would spend the rest of the night trying to emulate him. It wouldn’t do to have a human move better than a cat, even if said human was a shinobi. He had his pride after all.
Kakashi stood up holding his hand in front of him pleadingly. “Iruka,” he began but got no farther.
Kakashi would later truthfully say he never saw it coming. Iruka’s kick caught him squarely in the chest sending him through the screen door, across the balcony, over the railing, and luckily for him, right into Sasuke and Naruto who kindly broke his fall with their bodies. He winced as he sat up, gingerly holding the two ribs Iruka cracked with that hit.
“Ugh, Kakashi sensei, get off me, you're heavy.” Naruto complained. Kakashi took Sakura’s proffered hand, using her strength to pull him to his feet. He could feel her healing chakra as it mended his injuries.
“What happened, Sensei?” Sakura asked.
“I happened to run afoul of a mother tiger protecting her young.” Kakashi gave her his trademark grin.
“I warned you about trying to be a pervert when Kari’s around,” Sasuke shrugged unsympathetically. “Iruka's not likely to let you back into his bed anytime soon.”
“Ewww, teme, don’t even…no that is so wrong.” Naruto groaned.
“What’s wrong with Iruka and Kakashi having a relationship?” Sakura demanded.
“We could talk about your parents having sex instead.” Naruto retorted.
Sakura turned slightly green at the images that sentence brought with it, “Ugh, point made.”
The two shivered, trying to erase the bad mental pictures from their heads. There were some things that you just did not think about or even want to acknowledge as possible, your parents having sex being on the very top of the list. The next one on the list had to with your grandparents or anyone their age naked, but that would have been too much for them to bear at this particular moment.
Kakashi chuckled at their antics before turning toward the market place. “Sasuke, give me 10 minutes before you go get Kari.”
Sasuke studied him consideringly for a moment then nodded, “I need to go to the store for diapers and formula so don’t be too long.” Kakashi vanished as Sasuke picked up the screen door to determine if it was repairable.
“Do you suppose he can find something in 10 minutes?” Sakura wondered staring after him, “Hopefully not something perverted.” She shook her head in exasperation at her rather dense sensei.
“Oi, Dobe,” Sasuke grunted, “help me straighten this.”
It took some effort, but they got the door fixed and put back into place. Iruka distractedly thanked them as he anxiously scanned the streets for any sign of the silver haired jounin. The trio shrugged, deciding they really didn’t want to know what Iruka had planned for him. They waved goodbye to Iruka, heading out of the apartment while Kakashi slipped in through the balcony door. When team seven’s bickering voices could no longer be heard, Iruka turned to face his errant lover.
He stood toeing at the carpet and giving Iruka a pathetic puppy dog look. Iruka crumbled. He already felt guilty for kicking Kakashi through the screen door, but seeing him there looking so pitiable it just hurt. Iruka collapsed, sinking to the floor in a boneless heap, arms wrapping around himself as if to keep himself from falling apart completely. Kakashi froze, having never seen his lover look so lost, so afraid. He dropped to his knees, wrapping Iruka up in his arms. He held him to his chest, wanting nothing more than to take away his lover’s pain.
“I’m sorry,” Iruka whispered brokenly.
He clung to Kakashi as if he would disappear, whispering the same thing over and over again, his sobs breaking on the words. Kakashi didn’t understand this turn of events or what he said. He had been prepared to grovel and beg for forgiveness. Not have Iruka crumple broken on the floor. Kakashi would have gladly gone through a thousand doors rather than cause Iruka to shed one tear.
Iruka couldn’t explain to his lover why this time was so different from any others. He kept seeing that woman’s face in the hospital and her scared children hiding behind her skirt. He kept hearing her making excuses for her husband; how he didn’t mean to do it, that he really loved them, that things would get better. Lying to the hospital staff and herself that he wouldn’t hit her again when they could all see the evidence of old injuries. He had been assigned to talk to the children, listening in horror to them describing their dad being angry because lunch was late, by all of 2 minutes.
He found his voice finally and the words began pouring from him; his fears and doubts, his pain and guilt. How he didn’t want his temper to be like that. He never wanted to see that look in Kakashi’s eyes or the fear in Kari’s face because of him. Kakashi held him close, stroking his back, letting him talk until the words finally ran out. Kakashi wiped the tears from Iruka’s eyes, kissing him with gentle understanding.
“You are not that man, Iruka, and you never will be.” Kakashi reassured him. “You get angry, but you’re not mean. You’re far too kind and gentle to ever be that kind of evil.”
He laughed softly, “all the children of this village know that you may yell, but you would willingly lay down your life to defend them from ever being injured.”
Iruka sniffled, turning watery red-rimmed eyes to his lover pleadingly, “don’t leave me,” he begged. Kakashi gazed into those eyes and fell in love all over again.
“Never, Iruka, I love you far too much to ever walk away from you.” Kakashi held him closer, using his body to convey the emotions he couldn’t put into words. Iruka relaxed against him, wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as he could. They stayed that way for what seemed like hours, Kakashi gently running his hand up and down Iruka’s back in a soothing pattern.
Kakashi grinned as he felt the tension leave his lover’s body. “Iruka,” he whispered, “Kari’s gone home now and you did promise.”
Iruka weakly chuckled, “I did, didn’t I,” he teased.
Kakashi smiled happily as he picked Iruka up from the floor and stood in one fluid motion, walking them to the bedroom. Iruka couldn’t help but marvel at his lover's strength. He never really noticed it until Kakashi did something like this. He hid his face in the jounin’s neck, clinging to him like some heroine in a dime store romance. He pondered, for a moment, who the dominate partner was in this relationship. He decided it didn’t matter, he would let Kakashi pretend that he was in charge every once in awhile.
Kakashi placed him on the bed gently, as if he was the most precious thing in the world. Kakashi gazed down at him taking in the flushed cheeks, and wanton look in his eyes as Iruka lay there watching him. He gave an evil little chuckle and began humming a little tune about being too sexy. As he wiggled his hips, slowly pulling his shirt off, Iruka giggled at his lover’s antics.
Kakashi gave him a disapproving glare, “it’s sexy, Iruka, not silly,” he admonished.
Iruka schooled his features into the appropriate expression. Kakashi nodded happily and continued his sexy little wiggle slowly peeling his pants off his body. It took all of Iruka’s willpower to not crack up at his lover’s antics. It was the body shimmy that did Iruka in. His lover’s naked body doing that one silly move and that was it, Iruka started laughing and couldn’t stop.
Kakashi pinned his snickering lover to the bed. “Hmm, someone obviously needs a lesson in the difference between silly and sexy,” he purred.
Iruka was caught by the intense look in his beloved’s eyes. The laughter died in his throat as his jounin slowly stripped him of his remaining clothes. Those wickedly long fingers danced across the chunin’s skin, causing him to gasp and moan with tortured pleasure. Kakashi paused to stare at his love’s face, eyes filled with lust and desire gazed back and Kakashi shivered with shared longing. He stroked his beloved’s cheek with a whisper soft touch, “I need you,” he murmured against a flushed ear.
Those three words meant more to Iruka than all the declarations of love in the world. Kakashi needed him, not just wanted, or loved, or desired, but needed. Iruka’s eyes shone with happiness, Kakashi found himself lost in the love reflected in them.
Without words he proceeded to show Iruka just how much he loved him. Iruka arched his back gasping as the fallen angel from his dreams returned. Wonderfully wicked fingers danced around his cock, stroking it from root to tip in teasing motions designed to drive Iruka mad. His hands clenched the bed covers, head tossed back in pleasure, whimpering moans escaping from between his lips encouraging the silver haired devil to continue.
They were replaced by a wickedly talented tongue that granted Iruka a glimpse of heaven. It circled the tip before sucking his cock into the warm willing mouth. Kakashi's tongue flicked over the sensitive surface causing Iruka to arch off the bed with only his shoulders and heels left in contact with reality. Kakashi held him there, thrusting a finger into his tight hole, slicking it up with warming lube, helping prepare him for the much larger appendage that would soon fill him. Iruka groaned in need, begging Kakashi to grant him more than just that fragile glimpse of heaven.
Holding Iruka’s hips up so that he was arched off the bed, Kakashi slid into the tight heat barely in control. His body was begging to pound Iruka into the mattress. He wanted this to last; he wanted Iruka to shatter into a thousand pieces from pleasure instead of pain. He felt Iruka’s legs wrap around his waist urging him closer. He was thrusting almost straight down into the warm body bent below him.
Kakashi started with a slow, steady pace, barely brushing the spot that would drive Iruka wild. Iruka thrashed beneath him, whimpering in sweet tortured gasps as Kakashi teased him. Kakashi moaned as Iruka tightened muscles that squeezed his cock with delicious friction, causing him to lose the last vestige of control he had over his body.
He changed the direction of his thrust slightly, slamming into the sweet spot with each shove. Sending Iruka to the edge, perched on that cliff as waves of pleasure crashed over him. He clutched Kakashi’s back shamelessly begging for more, ankles crossed behind Kakashi’s waist, surrendering himself completely to desire. He felt the first pulse of Kakashi’s orgasm and it triggered his own, both falling over the cliff together and his fallen angel’s wings allowed them to soar.
Kakashi smiled down at his sleeping lover. He knew full well that he held heaven in his arms, and he was grateful for the fact that his angel still loved him. However there was still the matter of the unknown man who had upset his angel, causing him to question himself, making his lover cry in pain, placing fear in his heart. That was a crime that could not be forgiven, the coward had to pay.
- Later-
Iruka awoke when Kakashi slipped back into bed. “Kakashi?” he murmured sleepily.
“I was just thirsty, Iruka.” Kakashi snuggled his love into his arms, closing his eyes as sleep crept up on him. Iruka slid back into dreams; his head pillowed on his lover’s arm, listening to his lover’s heart beat a soothing rhythm in his mind.
Kakashi never again tried playing the ‘molest the pretty chuunin’ game while Kari was around. Iruka was touchy enough about him reading those books around her that he didn’t want to press his luck. After all, Iruka only had to make him sleep on the couch for one night, well really only part of the night since Kakashi managed to sneak back in and persuade his lover that he could be a good boy, because he was reading said book while holding Kari. He didn’t see the problem; after all it wasn’t like he was showing her the pictures.
As for the man who came from outside of Konoha with his wife and children, who saw fit to beat upon those weaker than him? He soon found out why there were so few domestic violence crimes like his in Konoha.
Kakashi never found him. Tsunade never found him. The anbu finally found him. But the kounichi had found him first. The medics, well they tried, but he was never the man he used to be. The male jounin would look at him, cringing, remembering why it was that the kounichi were the most dangerous creatures in the village.