Christmas Festival 2011 Fics

 

Title: Special Little Snowflake

Characters: Young!Kakakshi and Young!Iruka

Theme: Special Little Snowflake

Summary: Iruka teaches Kakashi that you don’t have to actually know or use a jutsu to make it snow.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto and I’m certainly not being paid to write this, it’s for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of others.

Dedicated to: Lenap because she is a dear friend and I wanted to gift her with a Christmas present before anyone else. I love you sweetie! *hugs*



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Iruka reached into the bucket and pulled out a handful of white and silver confetti paper.  Peering over the edge of the balcony he watched, waiting for the right moment.  It was cold this late in the year, and his uncovered fingers shook a little despite the clear sky.  Already it was late afternoon, and the shadows stretched long and far from the buildings. His own was lost in that of his building’s.  A couple of pieces slipped free of his grasp and drifted away on the breeze.



The young boy with silver hair who was, by Iruka’s best guess, barely a teen walked solemnly down the street.



He knew the boy, or at least he knew who he was.  The boy was a shinobi.  Iruka had seen him walking with Namikaze-sama.  He was also fairly sure that he’d heard his parents refer to the boy as Kakashi Hatake, and they’d said something about him being Namikaze-sama’s student.  By Iruka’s reckoning that meant the boy was a shinobi and probably a good one.  Even if he had not known about the connection, he’d have known because of the engraved metal plate on the headband that was slanted over the young teen’s left eye.  Only shinobi were allowed to wear those.  Iruka knew them on sight, and like every hopeful academy student, he hoped that one day soon he would be allowed to wear one.



The boy, Kakashi, had his nose buried in a brightly colored book and was quite obviously not paying attention to him.  That was important, so it was good that he wasn’t.



Iruka waited, patiently gripping the papers in his hand, until Kakashi was about five feet from their balcony, and then he dropped the papers over the edge.  He tossed another quick handful of the glittery paper over, then dropped down out of sight.



’One... two... three...’ Iruka grinned as he counted. On ‘three’ he heard it, the barely there sound of a shinobi’s feet hitting the edge of the balcony. It was even softer than the sound of his parents coming home, but he heard it.



Iruka grinned and looked up.



Crouched on the edge of the balcony above him was the boy.  Most of the boy’s face was covered either by a blue mask or the headband and only a single, dark-gray eye stared down at him.  The silver hair was sprinkled with bits of silver and white paper and it sparkled with glitter.



Even with only the one eye visible Iruka could tell the boy was irritated.



“Why did you do that?” Kakashi asked, his voice sharp, annoyed, and colder than the weather.



Iruka giggled, pulled a handful of the confetti from his bucket and threw it up into the air.  “I’m making it snow!”



Kakashi shook his head.  Paper and glitter came free of his hair and drifted down with the rest.  “That’s not snow.”



“Is so.”  Grinning, Iruka threw another handful into the air.  “See! It’s snowing!”



“No, it’s not,” Kakashi retorted petulantly.



Standing, Iruka grinned wider. “Is so!”



Kakashi leaned forward and narrowed his visible eye, glaring at Iruka.  “Is not.  That’s not snow.  I’ve seen snow.”



Grabbing another handful of paper Iruka stood on his tip toes and dropped it right onto Kakashi’s head.  “Is so!”



“Is not!” Kakashi yelled back, rubbing his hands through his hair and sending the confetti flying in every direction.



“Is so!” Iruka insisted.



The gray eye was turned back on him, the anger in it obvious and unrestrained.  “Is not!”



“Yu huh!” He stuck his tongue out and threw another handful up.



“Nu uh!” Kakashi shouted. He reached out and yanked the bucket away. “You’re dumb.  Snow comes from the clouds not a bucket.”



Iruka crossed his arms and smirked.  “Yeah?  Well at least I can make it snow.”



The mask twitched, one lip pushing at the fabric in what was clearly a pout.  “I can, too.”



“Yeah right,” Iruka scoffed.



Kakashi shoved the bucket into Iruka’s arms, stood up on the balcony ledge, and quickly formed several seals.  A moment later white bits floated down around them. “SEE! That’s snow!”



“I told you I could make it snow,” Iruka laughed.  He promptly stuck his tongue out and attempted to catch a snowflake on it.



The single gray eye went wide with sudden understanding and not a little chagrin, and then Kakashi slapped a hand over his face.



“Well, I did plan all of this, so it looks like I’m not so stupid after all, huh?” Iruka pointed out, feeling more than a bit smug.



A soft chuckle came from Kakashi a moment before he reached out and grabbed the bucket back.  “Idiot,” he laughed, and then promptly dropped the bucket upside down over Iruka’s head.



Iruka laughed and lifted it off.



Kakashi was gone. Only a few leaves drifting in the breeze with the snowflakes and two bare spots on the ledge that was now liberally dusted with snow gave away that he’d even been there.



“What are you doing Iruka-chan?”



Spinning around, Iruka dropped the bucket and rubbed his hands through his hair. He put on his best ‘innocent’ smile.



His mother leaned against the balcony door.  “Well?”



Iruka grinned up at her.  “Making it snow.”



Laughing, she shook her head and cocked an eyebrow at him.  “By irritating Kakashi-kun into doing it for you, hmm?”



His cheeks warmed and Iruka ducked his head.  “Uh...”



She laughed.  “Good.  Minato-san was just telling me how that boy could use a reminder on how to be a kid.”  Reaching over, she ruffled Iruka’s hair.  “I don’t think anyone will mind if you keep reminding him that he is one,” she laughed.  Turning, she walked back inside.



Iruka smiled, relieved that he wasn’t in trouble.  Snow continued to drift down around him, and he settled back down to draw in it with a fingertip.  It rarely snowed in Konoha, and Iruka hadn’t been old enough to really remember the last time that it had.  There were a few pictures from when he was two of him playing in it, but it was only the faintest of memories.  He hoped the jutsu would last long enough he could build something like a small snowman with it.