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Little Iruka has cookies to share today. The little sandwich ones he got from the convenient store— except he took out the cream and filled them with toothpaste instead.

“Thank you.” That’s awfully kind of him, to spend his money on Itachi. It’s not dango, but it’s sweet and soft, so it will do just fine.

That is-- until he actually takes a bite, so engulfed in his expectation that he fails to smell the obvious filling.

[foxkage]

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Irukaaaaa! <3

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[ oh you know, characters get married. ]

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“I don’t know why you keep asking. My name is Namikaze Minato.” The child was more blunt this time now that class had ended. They very well couldn’t have had a fight during class hours over this topic, could they? Having been held back, Minato wondered idly if this teacher was either playing a prank on him, or was under the influence of some type of genjutsu. 

Cheeks puffing out a bit, Minato wasn’t sure why the subject of his name mattered so much. “I’m telling the truth!”

[nyota-sungura]

@uminosclassroom | Cont. 

                  Analytic to a point, the fox was all reassuring smiles and gentle kindness that radiated deep within his bones as he took note of the subtle gestures given by the child. Yes of course, its not so out of sorts to be curious about a fox. Even less so to be curious about a fox like him. Kurama was content to let the boy's curiosity grow until he wished to ask him his question, until he wished to speak his mind. No matter the training of a Shinobi, it never applied to Kurama himself as he existed beyond the understanding of man and so their ways were not his own. His pointed ears flick forward at the stuttered words and a pang flourishes in his chest. Ah but y' are, dear child. Y' are so sorrowful I could feel it ten miles away. The words never left his maw as he watched in quiet reverence for the strength of humans. To endure the death of one's parents was never easy nor was it something one should bottle up. Yet he'd always known Shinobi to do just that, to never mourn properly concerning their fellows. (Ridiculous human notions.)

Perhaps it was shock, maybe fright when he'd stood up and towered over the child-- but it influenced a break in the dam so carefully constructed to withhold his emotions. The tiny fists all but specks in comparison to the weight of his own as he reaches forward to claim them in his gentle claws. "Now now.. Don' go hurtin' y'er eyes t' stop a natural process," he spoke in softer tones with warmth and reassurance as present as his ears were. His tails moved to wrap the smaller body before him and raise him up to his height and cradle him in their soft tendrils. "Y'er parents may be heroes but that doesn' mean y' can't be sad, it doesn' mean y' can't mourn 'em. Y' can regard them heroic and still be hurt that they're gone. Otherwise, how're y' ever gonna move on fr'm it?" He does not try to say it is unwise to bottle it up, does not try to discourage him from his current actions. Rather, Kurama tries to show him that he is allowed to mourn. "Shinobi haven' always been so emotionally strained, little one. Once upon a time they mourned their lost ones an' mourned their hearts as well. A very long time ago, it was considered inhumane if one did not properly release their sadness t' th' skies f'er their loved ones t' quell."

Yes, he wanted this little one to be well and have a heart not full of resentment and sorrow but rather full of joy and understanding. Though he knew not how his parents died, he knew that there was no reason a child so small should ever feel a weight so large upon his shoulders. Even if he was a old enough to learn to kill, that did not mean a thing to the fox. After all, a husband would mourn a wife and a mother would mourn a child no matter what their title or job was. "Y' jus' cry y'er heart out an' they'll hear it. They'll understand it an' they'll make y' feel better. 'Cause even when we can't see th' stars, they're still there, an' y'er parents are still there with 'em. So mourn, little beastie. Mourn until y'er heart is light again an' this ol' Kurama will stay with y'."

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          “iruka-sensei,” the tone of his voice is questioning, though quiet, for once. apparently, the beautiful beast has something on his mind, “when did you first decide you wanted to be a teacher, rather than a full time shinobi?”

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“Except you’re not in a survival situation anymore. You have political asylum. You know how to behave, and you still act like a spoiled brat! Konoha earned every political advantage we have, and we work hard to maintain them.”

geez, sensei. political asylum, excuse me. i’m being treated like a prisoner here. i get dirty looks thrown at me all the time, i can’t even go outside of the village for fresh air, i can only go to work, school. i can’t just hang out somewhere and relax. no, i’m a caged bird here, sensei. i’d be alright if i could do something, like go out of the village for a fucking break. hell, i don’t even mind if someone comes along, but this annoys me.” 

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“What does it mean.”