Wakashudo

Team seven tramped through the gates of Konoha. Each one of the genin carried a heavy burden. Kakashi turned to address his students, only carrying his omnipresent book. “It's too late to hand in our report tonight. We will meet at the normal spot at seven tomorrow to hand in the report. Don't forget to throw those bags into the bin outside of the Hokage tower.” His single eye turned upward and he disappeared with a puff of smoke leaving three annoyed genin behind.

“If you had arrived on time, we would have been done on time,” Sakura said to no one in particular.

“Yeah, maybe we could even gotten some training in,” Naruto added. D-Ranked missions were doubly boring after their mission to Wave. Not that picking up trash along a ten mile stretch of road was ever something he ever looked forward too.

Sasuke chose not to add a comment and started walking, hoisting his bag full of garbage over his shoulder. After a minute, Sakura sensed his absence and hurried after him like a puppy following its master. Naruto followed, doing a fair impression of a dog himself.

“You want me to carry your bag for you Sakura?”

“I'm fine Naruto,” the kunoichi answered, picking up her pace.

The blond Jinchuuriki shrugged a little disappointed. He was going to ask her out, but something was telling him he shouldn't push her right now. She had been a lot nicer since their first real mission, although asking her out still got him a generally violent no, but he believed he was wearing her down.

Caught up in daydreams of his pink haired beauty, he didn't notice that he had fallen in step with his other teammate. Then they both caught each other out of the corner of their eyes. Naruto thought how cool Sasuke thought he was especially after the battle with Haku and sped up. Not to be outdone, the avenger increased his speed, passing him. Grinding his teeth, Naruto broke into a run, followed shortly by his raven haired companion. Leaving their pink haired teammate in the dust wondering why her two teammates were acting so strange.

Naruto and Sasuke weaved through the crowded streets of Konoha. Sasuke avoided collisions with a preternatural grace that caused more than one kunoichi in training to blush, and the younger males to look on with envy. Naruto had less luck. He barely avoided collisions, often by only skittering to a stop or spinning out of the way.

Unfortunately, he forgot to factor in that he was carrying a large bag of garbage. This caused him to end up hitting many of the people he had just tried to miss, resulting in numerous shouts and curses. Naruto tried to apologize by shouting over his shoulder, but this only resulted in more near collisions.

If it had been a straight run, Naruto would've won, but the obstacles allowed Sasuke a commanding lead. Refusing to lose, the number one hyperactive knuckleheaded ninja decided to cheat. As Sasuke passed through the gate ahead of him that surrounded the tower, Naruto jumped onto the wall.

His competitor was already at the dumpster, lifting the lid and preparing to throw his bag in when Naruto made his move. Grabbing his own garbage bag with both hands, he threw it over his head. The bag tumbled end over end in an awkward arc. As if some divine force decided to finally even up the scales for the blond, it landed perfectly into the trash bin a second before his rivals.

“Yes, take that!” Naruto jumped with joy, but unfortunately, whatever divine force that might have guided the bag to the dumpster was no longer paying attention, and he slipped on the sloped roof and crashed to the ground in an ungraceful heap.

Naruto sat up, rubbing his head just in time to see Sasuke approach. He stopped several feet away and eyed the blond up-and-down. Concluding he had no injuries he simply said, “Idiot.”

He glared at the raven haired boy’s retreating back before getting up and dusting himself off. “Hey boss,” Konohamaru's familiar voice called out. Turning, he saw the trio round the building, waving excitedly.

Waving back, Naruto hoped they had not seen what just happened. It had been three days since the incident, as he referred to it, had happened. Later that day he had met Konohamaru’s two friends and he had ended up playing with them most of the day. It had been fun and all three of them seemed to look up to him and that in itself had made it worth the trouble. “Hey, guys. What's up?”

“I'm just giving them a tour,” answered Konohamaru with a huge smile.

Udon, the quietest of the three, spoke up while pushing his glasses back up his nose, “Konohamaru received a bad grade on the test today and doesn't want to go home.”

“Don't tell him that,” Konohamaru elbowed Udon in the ribs. He pushed back and started a fight that caused both of them to fall to the ground. Naruto almost broke them up but it was clear they were just playing.

Moegi looked for a moment as if she wanted to join in, but turned to address Naruto. “Udon and I are neighbors. If we don't get going soon our moms won't let us stay out and play tomorrow.”

It took a minute for the young jinchuuriki to realize what she was asking. Reaching down, he pulled Udon up by his belt and said, “Moegi said you are going to be late.” Konohamaru protested but soon they were saying their goodbyes.

Before leaving, Moegi turned to face Naruto and said, “It was nice seeing you again Naruto.”

Udon added sniffing. “Good luck with breaking the news about your test Konohamaru.”

Konohamaru waived weakly as his two friends walked away, leaving him with the older blonde. Turning he asked, “So, you want to hang out?”

Naruto glanced down at his younger friend, trying to ignore his pleading eyes, “How bad did you do on the test?”

Looking away, the brunette kicked his toe into the dirt, “Seventy.”

“That's not bad,” in fact that was close to what he always got when he was still taking tests.

“He's not going to say that.. He'll say I will have to work harder and apply myself more. But its just math, it's not like I'm ever going to use it.”

Naruto smiled, he had said almost the same thing to Iruka whenever he had taught something that was not ninja related. Of course, he had received similar lectures whenever he did poorly on tests, which was pretty much all the time. While he couldn't do anything about the lecture, he could delay it a little longer. “I'm going to have some ramen, you want to come along?”

“Yeah,” Konohamaru grinned widely, happy with the reprieve.

Kneeling down, the blond said, “Hop on, we will go the fast way.”

The honorable grandson wrapped his arms around Naruto’s neck, after making sure his passenger had a secure grip, Naruto jumped to the top of the wall. Noticing Sakura coming down the street, still carrying her garbage bag, he paused, thinking he should say something but Konohamaru said into his ear, “Let’s go.”

Technically, running along the roofs was considered rude and should only be done in emergencies. Of course, Naruto consider cheering up Konohamaru to be an emergency and judging by his friend shouts of excitement, it was working. Besides, it wasn't like he hadn't seen other people doing it.

His building was the tallest in the immediate area, so jumping to the top was hard, especially with the extra weight on his back. Landing on his veranda, he dumped Konohamaru onto the floor laughing. “That was great. Can we do it again?”

“Maybe some other time,” he headed toward his kitchen, pausing only to kick off his sandals and throw them by the door. Konohamaru did the same thing, neither of them saying anything. Stepping into his kitchen he started boiling the water for the ramen.

Konohamaru watched him silently, and with Naruto uncomfortable with the silence. “Um, so your parents won't be happy with your grade?”

“My parents are dead. I live with my grandfather.”

If it was physically possible, Naruto would've kicked himself. “Sorry I um…”

The smaller of the two shrugged, “It's not a big deal. My dad died a few months before I was born, during the war with Kumogakure.” He paused, “Grandpa said he was the last Konoha ninja to die in the war. My mom died when I was two from some sort of disease. I don't really think about them that much.”

Naruto didn't know what to say so he said nothing. Although, he did notice that Konohamaru had looked away and sounded too casual about it.

“Do you think about your parents Naruto?”

The question caught the blond slightly off guard. When he was at the orphanage, he had been one of the few who never speculated about his parents. Part of him wanted to believe that they were great war heroes, but when he started to notice the angry glares some people gave him he had started to think darker things, like maybe they were traitors. Sometimes, he believed that his parents had hated him like everyone else and after learning about his tenant, that theory seemed more likely.

“Not really,” forcing a granted,neither of them spoke until the teapot started to whistle. It was only after he had poured the boiling water into the instant ramen that he realized there was only one chair in his kitchen. Thinking fast, he put Konohamaru's bowl by the chair, trying to be polite and seated himself on the corner of his table. Konohamaru copied his actions, leaving the chair empty. They grinned at each other and both started eating.

“Hey boss, I was actually hoping I would run into you today.”

“Mm,” Naruto answered, his mouth stuffed full of noodles.

The younger of the two fidgeted nervously. “It's not a big deal, but my birthday is coming up, and my grandpa always throws me a party but they're always kind of boring. This year though, Udon and Moegi are coming, so it might not be so bad and I was…” He trailed off, swinging his legs nervously. After a minute he blurted out, “I was hoping you would come to..”

Naruto bit his noodles off in mid swallow. In his thirteen years of life, nobody had ever invited him to a birthday party before. He almost jumped on the opportunity until a thought occurred to him. “What time is it?”

“Two days from now, it starts at four thirty and goes to seven,” Konohamaru supplied.

Biting on his lower lip, Naruto answered, “I might still be doing a mission, but I'll try.”

“It's not a big deal or anything.” Konohamaru put the bowl to his mouth and slurped the remaining broth. Wiping his mouth with his forearm, he grinned over at his friend who suddenly felt very uncomfortable. “I'm probably going to be grounded until my birthday because of that test. So, do you think we could do one more thing together?”

“What?” he questioned warily.

“Well, I did that thing you showed me last night and I kind of had this idea.”

“Idea?”

The dark-haired boy nodded, “I was thinking how great it felt, but using your own hand is kind of distracting. So, I thought if somebody else did it for you it would feel even better.”

“Konohamaru, guys really don't do that sort of thing.”

“Oh come on,” hopping off the table, his bare feet made a plopping sound. His friend stared up at him his eyes pleading. “I'll do it for you if you do it for me, just once, it can be a birthday present.”

Naruto looked away and scratched the back of his head thinking, but already feeling a stirring at the thought. He supposed it couldn't hurt. “I suppose we could give it a try,” Naruto said defeated.

“Great, come on let's go,” Konohamaru said running out of the room, hopping every few steps in excitement. Naruto followed, tucking his semi hard penis under his waistband for convenience.

“Okay, you lie down and lower your pants. I'll lie on top of you.” The little kid was bouncing up and down, clearly excited in more than one way.

Lying on his bed, he felt his own member starting to strain against his waistband. Apparently, the idea of somebody else touching it was more exciting than he first thought. Propping himself up on his elbows, he watched as his friend lowered his own pants and a set of blue boxers before stepping out of them. Konohamaru climbed into the bed, only wearing his yellow shirt and scarf, his little pecker swinging from side to side.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Naruto asked, his mouth dry.

“Yes,” Konohamaru responded, trying to find a comfortable spot on top of him. Eventually, he settled with his head under Naruto’s chin. It was a little uncomfortable for the older of the two at first, his own erection was being squashed, but one last adjustment caused him to gasp. Konohamaru's butt crack had lined up perfectly with his penis and even through his thin boxers, the feeling gave him a tingly sensation in his stomach.

He closed his eyes for a second, letting the feeling wash over him. Opening them again, he couldn't really see his target since his friend’s head was in the way. So, he used his right hand to trace Konohamaru’s inner thigh. His callused hand came into contact with smooth skin. His fingers slowly moved down to his goal.

The back of his hand touched the soft, but firm, skin of his friend’s sack and for a second, he paused. He had never touched another boy and it was kind of weird, but Konohamaru's whimper urged him on. Wrapping his thumb and forefinger around the little shaft, he thought how weird it felt. It was like a finger, but it was warm to the touch and although hard, it definitely didn't have a bone.

Remembering some of the things he liked to do, Naruto used his ring finger to tickle the underside of his friend’s sack. Meanwhile, his middle and pinky went to either side and gave a gentle squeeze. Konohamaru thrusted into his hand, which caused his butt to slide down his shaft, causing the blonde to bite down hard on his lip to muffle a groan.

Deciding to stop teasing his friend, he started stroking up and down his shaft. Konohamaru responded by thrusting in rhythm.. Soon, too soon for Naruto, his friend gasped and arched his back with his little shaft spasming before coming back down, and sliding to Naruto's side. The blonde could feel he was close. His hand tried to finish the job but was stopped.

“I promised I would do it,” Konohamaru said, slapping his hand away. The boy quickly repositioned himself, sensing the urgency. His little hand plunged into his friend’s boxers opening and grabbed Naruto’s special place. Using his other hand to free it from his waistband, he pulled it out and with one upward stroke Naruto ejaculated in what he would consider one of his best orgasms in his short life. Unfortunately, Konohamaru’s face had been close to Naruto's shaft and he tumbled backwards, falling off the bed in surprise.

The blonde fought through the haze of afterglow, hoping his friend wasn't hurt. “Konohamaru I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that.”

The kid was already sitting up and waving Naruto off, saying, “I'm okay.” He brushed the stuff off of his cherry red cheek and looked at it curiously. “What's this stuff for anyways?”

Naruto sat back on his haunches, embarrassed because of what happened and the question itself. Hesitating for only a minute, he answered, “If it goes into a girl it can make a baby.”

Konohamaru worked the stuff between two fingers before sniffing it curiously and then, before Naruto could stop, him he touched the stuff to his tongue.

“Don't do that,” Naruto shouted too late.

His friend looked up at him, “I was just curious.”

“It's disgusting.”

“But women do it.”

Even without the afterglow, the blondes mind would have had trouble wrapping around that. “Hum?”

“Well, how else can it get into her stomach to make a baby,” the little boy demanded with a smug sense of superiority.

Naruto really did try to suppress his smile, “Um Konohamaru, it doesn't work that way. It goes into the women's privates.”

“Oh,” his cheeks might have reddened, it was hard to tell. “So theirs work both ways?”

“What do you mean?”

“Stuff goes in and out?” Konohamaru asked, looking away embarrassed.

“Yeah,” Naruto had never really thought of it that way, but by the time Iruka had gotten around to that part, he had been hiding underneath a desk from embarrassment. For a moment, neither of them said anything but then he gave into his curiosity and asked sheepishly, “What did it taste like?

Konohamaru shrugged, “Nothing really. It felt kind of greasy and there's this weird salty aftertaste, but it's just sort of there.” After another moment, Konohamaru grabbed his pants with his clean hand and asked, “Bathroom?”

Naruto pointed, putting his own pants back on and a moment later both of them looked presentable. “Somebody might start worrying if you don't go home soon.”

His friend sighed, “I guess you're right.” He started to put on his sandals, but paused. “Hey Naruto, that was a lot of fun, you think we could do it again sometime?”

“Maybe,” he really wanted to say no, but it had felt kind of nice. “Konohamaru,” he called out as he was about to leave, “I'm really going to try and come to your party, but I can't promise.”

“I hope you can make it,” Konohamaru smiled as he closed the door behind him. After he left, Naruto lay back on his bed and thought what he could buy Konohamaru for a present. Then he remembered he hadn't finished his ramen earlier and decided now was a good time to finish it.

In the Hokage tower, an old man leaned away from a crystal ball. Sarutobi really wished he hadn't used the Telescope Technique to find his wayward grandson, but he had started to worry about him. Now he wished he had waited a few more minutes, but he had seen what he had seen and would have to handle it now. How exactly he was going to handle it was still unclear to him.