psst -- want a ficlet? - ChibiRisu-chan
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|Date:||January 29th, 2006 01:52 pm (UTC)|| |
Because you started it....
a Naruto(Side Effects)/Fruits Basket crossover. Pregnant!Iruka meets Hatori. Crack and Chibis allowed. :D
Why? Because seahorses are Nature's MPreg.
|Date:||January 29th, 2006 01:52 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: Because you started it....
And to let you know who this is...
Okay, I KNEW this one was going to be too long, but I couldn't help it.
17 for Mnata - Iruka and Hatori
There was some kind of hushed but fierce argument going on between the husband
and the wife in the waiting room of his office. Hatori waited in quiet discomfort
just around the corner, hoping it would die down on its own before he had
to call the woman in.
"There is nothing wrong with Dr. Souma's voice!"
"He sounds like a suspicious character to me--"
"As a matter of fact, his voice sounds quite a lot like yours."
"My point exactly!" the husband growled. "I know a suspicious
character when I hear one; I AM a suspicious character! And I'm not going
to let some other suspicious character go and take your clothes off and put
his hands all over your--"
"He's a DOCTOR, Kakashi! This is called a PRENATAL EXAMINATION!"
Hatori noted to himself to delay taking the woman's blood pressure for a
while, because the readings were likely to be artificially elevated for a
good few minutes.
"Just go," the woman said, halfway between arguing and begging.
"He's a doctor, Kakashi. They do these things because they're
"Damn fishy job too, getting trained to strip other men's women naked
and fondle them all over and stick your fingers--"
"KAKASHI." The woman stopped, and
took several deep breaths, and said, "If you leave Naruto alone in that
poor girl's kitchen any longer, they won't have any food left by the end of
the day because he'll have made her cook all of it into ramen somehow. Just
"...Fine." The door hinge creaked quietly. "And if he gets
too pushy, kick him."
"I mean it. If he does anything you don't like, kick him. Or scream
and I'll come kick him. A lot. I promise. I'll enjoy
"Yes, dear," the woman said, and Hatori made another note
on her chart about checking any fillings, because anyone who had to spend
that much time grinding her teeth probably needed more frequent dentistry
than usual. "Now go."
The door swung shut with a discontented jangle of bells, and the woman made
a sound somewhere between laughter and a groan. Hatori couldn't blame her,
really; he was a bit more cautious than usual looking around the corner into
the waiting room, though.
He hadn't meant to startle her, but she jumped a bit anyway, and then gave
a nervous laugh. "Oh -- Dr. Souma? ...you heard
that, didn't you? I'm so sorry. My husband is, er, a little too protective
of me lately."
"I understand," Hatori said, and moved to offer her his hand, because
she was struggling a bit with her bulk and the awkwardness of the waiting
For Hatori, it was always a bittersweet thing to examine a pregnant woman
late in her term. He could hardly begrudge the young family their joy, or
their delight, or their proud anticipation, or their love -- he couldn't begrudge
them, but he envied them far more than he cared to admit to himself, knowing
that he would never share the same love, the same tender anticipation. Knowing
that none of the children he touched within their mother's round bellies would
ever be his own, and that there would never be a
woman who looked at him with such breathless delight as her baby kicked at
its father's hand...
The woman's medical chart was comfortingly ordinary. Umino Iruka, a schoolteacher in her twenties, no family history of
genetic disorders or congenital defects, no personal history of any diseases
that could affect the unborn fetus, no current medications beyond the standard
vitamin supplements. There was a sharp lack of information about her
first and second trimesters, but her current physician had begun regular examinations
in what was estimated to be her twenty-fifth week, and she had maintained
a comfortingly regular examination schedule from then on.
As he'd suspected, her blood pressure was a little on the high side when
he first checked it; he made a note to check it again later in the examination,
and continued. Her pulse was steady and strong and even, and her lungs were
clear, and her reflexes were exemplary. Hatori resisted the urge to make an
unprofessional notation about the man who had likely given her the need to
develop such reflexes. She was a tall young woman, solidly though not heavily
built. She'd clearly been through some difficult times; her body was scarred,
though the scars were old enough that he had no immediate concern that her
lifestyle might affect her child. Her weight was fairly normal for her condition;
even with the softening of late pregnancy, it was clear that she'd been athletic
once, and had maintained a reasonable amount of physical activity.
From the fundal height he measured, and the mass and turgidity of the distended
uterus, Hatori agreed with her physician's estimate of the date of conception,
and marked his own observations at the thirty-fifth week. Her abdomen would
be tender and sensitive at such a late date, so he took care with his palpation;
he stopped quickly when she bit down on her knuckles.
"Is this painful?"
She shook her head a little, and squeaked, "Ticklish...!"
"...Ah." Hatori considered for a moment,
not quite certain how to tell her that he wouldn't mind if she laughed. "Tell
me if you feel any discomfort from the pressure."
"Yes, doctor, I promise." She smiled at him warmly, and Hatori
had the unnerving suspicion that she was indulging him. Perhaps it
came from working with schoolchildren. He adjusted his reading glasses a bit,
and resumed his examination at the midline of her abdomen.
The fetus' head was correctly lowered toward her pelvic bones, though not
yet fully engaged; from the curve of the spine, the presentation was anterior,
though of course the child would move about before its birth. It pushed back
against the pressure of his fingertips, and then rolled to the other side.
Hatori sat back and took his glasses off to rub at his temples faintly.
"As a physician," he said in a quiet voice, "I wish that all
of my patients could be as healthy and happy as you are, Umino-sensei, and
that an examination could always be such a delightful formality to confirm
your well-being and your child's. You and your care provider have done wonderfully.
I must admit I find myself perplexed as to why you felt you needed a referral
"Oh. Er. Um." Hatori hadn't realized that
someone with a complexion as tanned as hers could show a blush so clearly;
he was accustomed to the pale Souma family, but she blushed just as vividly
as Tohru did. "That's... um... I'm not sure exactly where to begin."
"You don't happen to be a distant Souma relative, do you?"
"No, sir, but -- the situation is, um, a little too similar for comfort.
I mean..." The teacher scrubbed both hands through her ponytail in a
gesture that left the pink bow in her hair lopsided, as though she weren't
used to having it there. "I mean, I have a certain condition that's not
...immediately obvious, and, er, not in my records for safety's sake."
"Not in your records, for safety? Umino-sensei, what on
"I'm a man," she blurted out, her face beet-red.
She flinched a little, and laughed with a slightly desperate sound. "I
know it sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? I mean, no surgical scars -- not that
type, anyway -- it's just -- it's, er, complicated.
Anyway, the point is that I was born a man, though, er, there've been circumstances.
And -- given your own family history, I thought you'd understand how complicated
circumstances can be..."
"You're under a curse?" Hatori asked, startled. "I do recall
reading something in the journals about a recently discovered cluster of wells
-- is that what's caused your curse?"
"Not exactly, but close enough," Iruka said, a little desperately.
"And it's not that I want to 'break the curse' or anything -- I want
to make sure I hold on long enough for the baby to be born, obviously! It's
just that -- with your history in particular, doctor -- you have the dragon's
spirit, and your family keeps records for centuries, and, well, seahorses
are male when they give birth, of course."
"And so I was wondering if you have any family records of any particular
precautions I'd need to take during the birth process and--"
"Wait," Hatori said, rubbing at the bridge of his nose hard. "Iruka-sensei
-- where did you find out about my curse?"
"Um." She was avoiding her eyes. "Let's
say I... teach for a school that's associated with a more... avid and detailed
rumor mill than usual."
"Not quite detailed enough, I'm afraid, ma'am," Hatori said, uncertain
whether he was more tempted to laugh or to break something. "What precisely
do you know about my condition?"
"That a dozen of your family in each generation are cursed with the spirits of the zodiac animals, and that...
er... intimate contact with a member of the opposite sex... that that's what
causes you to transform into these alternate forms," she said, almost
steady, though still blushing. "But the family bloodline has continued
through members with your condition. I mean, the cat's grandfather was also
a cat, wasn't he? So it's not an absolute barrier to -- to a family life for
"Did they mention the duration of the transformation?"
"Not in so many words, no." Umino-sensei
hesitated a moment, then burst out, "I'm sorry I'm being rude, it's just
that you're the only other case I've ever heard of that might -- might be
anything like me. And I want so badly to know whether my child will be all
right when I cancel the jutsu -- I mean, the curse -- I don't want all this
to have been just a temporary warping of chakra-flow; I need to know
the baby will be all right even after I change back--"
And that made it even more difficult to explain the differences to her --
to him? -- to his patient, really. Hatori
understood medicine itself well enough, but a reassuring bedside manner was
always something he stumbled awkwardly through.
Carefully, he coaxed her hands free of the examination table's sheets and
folded them over the solidly comforting bulk of her abdomen.
"Your child is real and alive by every medical standard I can measure,"
he said. "Given that I know nothing of your particular curse, I am not
qualified to make absolute statements, but if you were one of us, I am certain
your child would be safely born. Of course, if you were one of us, you would
have to have been born female in order to conceive. The dragon's spirit --
all of the spirits, really -- we... um..."
Hatori briefly wished that the isopropyl alcohol on his desk was something
a bit more drinkable, because acetaminophen really wasn't going to touch this
"Umino-sensei, when I transform, I stay in that form for perhaps three
to five minutes, at the most. And the return is just as involuntary
as the transformation. I doubt that it would be possible for any of our animal
shapes to manage to reproduce during that amount of time, regardless of native
The expressions that crossed her face were as swift and vivid as Kyo's, though
not as instantly transformed into infrastructure-destroying expressions. "Oh,"
she said, sounding sick for the first time. "Oh. So I've just -- just
humiliated us both, for no purpose--"
"No," he said, and set a hand upon her shoulder gently. "I
certainly understand why you'd wish to discuss it with someone. You're in
a position that's just as unique as ours, it seems, and so the number of people
who might understand can be sadly limited."
"That's certainly true enough," the schoolteacher said, with a
"If at any point you have questions, or would like to discuss your situation
with me -- feel free to call me. At any time, mind.
I'm accustomed to middle-of-the-night phone calls, and I serve only the Souma
family itself under ordinary circumstances, so my schedule is not so taxing
that you would be putting me under any inconvenience."
That expressive face of hers still showed more reluctance than he liked to
see in a patient, and so Hatori wrote his personal
number on the back of a business card and put it firmly into her hand. "Promise
me, Umino-sensei. Anything you need to discuss, at any time. Crises don't
take a number and wait patiently in waiting rooms. You're a schoolteacher;
you should know that."
"Yes, doctor," she said again, with that same indulgent tone, but
he wasn't about to protest so long as she agreed.
"Good. Now, while you're here, do you happen to need a refill of any
of your vitamins or--"
"Tori-san! Tori-saaan! It's -- it's-- my God, it's astounding.
Breathtaking. Come with me, Tori-san, you must see this!" And Aya
burst into the room with a swirl of red hems and shining hair, not even bothering
to knock first.
Aya blinked, not accustomed to hearing his full name in that tone of voice
from Hatori, but he wasn't about to let anything unrail his one-track mind.
"It's -- terrifying, awe-inspiring, it's-- there's a man in the kitchen
talking with Gure-chan about BOOKS. It's the most beautiful thing I've
"Ayame, why are you interrupting a patient consultation for this?"
"Well -- it's the type of books they're talking about, Tori-san--
he has the most... creative... ideas for Gure-san's next romance series,
Hatori hadn't realized that a woman with Umino-sensei's coloring could go
that pale. Or that close to purple, particularly not that close together.
"I'm going to KILL him," she said, easing herself
down from the examination table and straightening her dress with a flick and
stalking heavily toward the door to the hall.
"Tori-san, I think she's not kidding," Aya said, and then laughed
brightly. "Good thing the clinic is right here, isn't it?"
"I'm not set up for emergency surgery, Aya," Hatori reminded him,
and really wished that isopropyl alcohol was a little less toxic and
more intoxicating. "Go get Yuki."
"Just go get him." I need SOMEONE with
a level and quiet head on his shoulders to help me ward off a domestic violence
report. And the boy's martial arts skills probably aren't going to hurt either.
"At once, Tori-san! You can rely upon me to
draw upon the bonds of filial love and piety for--"
Hatori wasn't even listening, because Umino-sensei could move faster than
he'd expected for one so late in her pregnancy, and her howl of outrage in
the kitchen was certainly distinctive. ...The kitchen. With all the big,
sharp knives. At least scalpels are SMALL...
Well, it certainly wouldn't be the first set of walls they'd lost to domestic
disputes around here, Hatori thought, as he heard an all too familiar crunching-and-splintering
PS: Yes, Hatori and Kakashi are voiced by the same voice actor.
PPS: You just KNOW that Kakashi and Shigure would start talking pr0n.
PPPS: Maybe Shigure should give Iruka some tips on how to fix up buildings with holes in them, since the schoolhouse seems to suffer from ninjas about as badly as Shigure's cottage suffers from Kyou...
I don't even KNOW any Naruto and I STILL LOVE this! XD
^___^ Short form: Iruka's a grade school teacher of wannabe ninjas, except ordinarily he's male. Long form over here.
|Date:||March 27th, 2006 04:33 pm (UTC)|| |
*SQUEEEEES* This ficlet is SOOOO AWESOME. *nods* Kakashi and Shigure would sooooo talk about pr0n.
This is so good.
And, is that a Ranma 1/2 reference I see in there?
*gurgles and dies*
*drools some, and continues to be dead*
*revives a bit* Oh, that.... that.... *bursts into laughter*
And Shigure and Kakashi would so do that. It would be something completely unavoidable, like gravity or bad soap opera plots.
Poor Iruka. *grins* Love the little bit about various curses, though.
|Date:||February 14th, 2006 02:59 am (UTC)|| |
..Can I adopt you? I'm sure I can take care of a squirrel, and we have cable internet!
I just love everything about this! The length is perfect, long enough to go over everything and make me feel like I've actually read something done, and not a WIP.
"...Fine." The door hinge creaked quietly. "And if he gets too pushy, kick him."
"I mean it. If he does anything you don't like, kick him. Or scream and I'll come kick him. A lot. I promise. I'll enjoy it even."
This part just cracked me up. I can just hear Kakashi saying this in a serious tone, including the part about enjoying the kicking. :D
Aww, I feel so much for Hatori. You've captured him so well, from the sadness that is part of him and his past, to the later craziness when he's around Ayame and/or Shigure. And whenever something weird happens in his life, he immediately suspects it's related to his family's curse. Boy, is he getting a surprise this time.
The scene where Iruka is explaining to Hatori exactly what he knows about the curse had me alternately smiling and sighing. Iruka is trying so desperately to figure out what he has to do to keep his child real and healthy, and he's so...I guess relieved to find someone who knows anything about his condition. And Hatori is trying to understand where Iruka is coming from and why Iruka came specifically to him. When they are stumbling through what to say without saying too much or becoming embarrassing, their misconceptions and misunderstandings are amusing.
Once they finally connect, however, it's so sad. Hatori, having to let down Iruka as gently as he knows how and still be supportive. And Iruka, having to find out that he is still a unique case.
I don't need to say anything about Ayame. Because, really, what can you say about Ayame? :P
(Except for the fact that if Ayame and Maito Gai EVER got together, the world would end. Either that, or the two would have to fight to the death over their differing fashion senses.)
This is the perfect ending. Even though everything didn't end up sunshine and roses, there's still the hope that some things will be improved (like the schoolhouse walls) and that things are still the same beneath it all (like Kakashi and Shigure).
And to end it all, a few more lines that cracked me up:
"Damn fishy job too, getting trained to strip other men's women naked and fondle them all over and stick your fingers--"
Hatori briefly wished that the isopropyl alcohol on his desk was something a bit more drinkable, because acetaminophen really wasn't going to touch this headache.
"It's -- terrifying, awe-inspiring, it's-- there's a man in the kitchen talking with Gure-chan about BOOKS.
Hatori reminded him, and really wished that isopropyl alcohol was a little less toxic and more intoxicating. (I love the word-play on this one! And every time I hear the song "Its 5 O'Clock Somewhere" I think of Hatori. With his life, he needs a drink. Probably many drinks.)
In short, although I was envisioning something more on the cute and funny side of life, this is sooo much better. And I will definitely wait as long as you need for more Side Effects. The FF7 fic(lets) are numbing the cravings quite well for now.
Dude, Gai and Ayame -- the world would SO not survive the battle of the dueling fashion senses! ^___^ I'm glad the not-all-comedy routine worked, because it seems like Fruits Basket is all about mixing awww-sniffle moments and sheer-crack moments so much it's hard to pull 'em apart anymore, so that's what I was trying to go for -- glad you liked it!