bakerstreet | Constant Support

[Definitely the supporter.]

[Needed the comfort, probably.]

[Most likely the support.]

[Supporter! f/m for shipping. no smut.]

[THE MOST SUPPORTIVE but also a loudmouth brat / constantly covered in scratches and bruises from training, so it can go both ways?!]

[ Hell knows he needs the support, but he's a good shoulder to lean on, too. Platonic or romantic welcome. ]

[He could be either, though slightly more likely to be in need of support.]

[[Ooc- stop tempting me with more threads. She's still trying to hit that]]

[haha. Well she's getting there, though Athos's sense of Duty is getting in the way.]

[He's definitely a trouble magnet, but he's more than willing to helping out and listening to anyone he meets!]

[Castmates preferred. Most probably the one seeking the support, but open to being the supporter, as well.]

((Available in CCS and Tsubasa Piffle World versions! Can be aged up, too.

Tomoyo would almost definitely be the supporter.))

[ I knew you were trouble when you walked in — that is, Bakugou's the trouble maker. OTA! ]

[He is most definitely the supporter.]

To his family, he's the model Uchiha, the brilliant heir to an age-old bloodline. To the village, he's the shadow behind the shadow, the highest ranking ANBU, and his name is often whispered with reverence. To his enemies, he is a harbinger of death, plain and simple. But to a school teacher, Uchiha Itachi is simply a man.

Iruka is a blessing, really. Everyone needs a safe place to shed their secrets, and Itachi certainly has them. In fact, he'd been harboring quite a large secret for years, something that would mean the death of him if word spread - the invincible ANBU captain wasn't invincible. He was sick. He hid it well, but he was steadily getting worse. It was especially bad after long, drawn-out missions, and Itachi had been away for the past week and a half.

That is, until there was a knock on Iruka's door shortly after dusk.

Iruka couldn't say exactly how he'd come to become so well acquainted with the famous Uchiha Itachi, a ninja who rivaled only the likes of the Copy-Nin in his legendary exploits these days. Maybe it was because he got to see a side of Itachi that few others ever got to see? The indulgent, loving older brother who doted on his beloved younger brother with an affection that was plain to see. That had certainly been the first time he'd noticed Itachi. When he’d come to the academy to pick up Sasuke and the way the youngest Uchiha’s eyes had lit up with obvious delight, it had been like a light had turned on inside the normally serious young man.

He’d watched with fond amusement as Sasuke had run out to meet his brother only to be welcomed by a rather adorable thump to his forehead in lieu of greeting. Of course, Itachi had almost immediately hiked his sibling up on his shoulders in what was obviously a long tradition of theirs and headed out for home leaving behind a rather bemused chuunin. The sad fact of the matter was, Itachi was the one who showed more interest in Sasuke’s accomplishments and progress rather than even the boy’s own parents. And somewhere along the way, he’d found himself discussing the precocious young man with his elder brother which in turn had grown into a strange sort…what exactly Iruka couldn’t define. Friendship? Heck, Iruka couldn’t say exactly, something. A mediocre chuunin turned Academy teacher such as himself could hardly aspire to call himself a friend of a shinobi as accomplished and famous as Uchiha Itachi.

Except something had brought the famed Uchiha heir to his doorway early one night. Iruka hadn’t been home very long himself and hadn’t been expecting any visitors so he was a little bit puzzled. Still, despite his mere ranking as a chuunin, the teacher was still a shinobi and didn’t go blindly answering his door for anyone. He’d shed his flak jacket but still had his weapon’s pouch belted on so there were kunai within easy reach as he approached his door. Not that anyone with the intention of harming him would be knocking of course but paranoia never hurt in their line of business. It was probably one of his friends trying to drag him out for a night of drinking and goofing around but when Iruka glanced through the peephole, he was surprised to find Itachi standing there on his doorstep instead. He did the locks and slid the door open with a quizzical little smile. “Itachi-san? Is everything alright?” It was telling that he didn't call him Uchiha-san but they'd dispensed with such formalities a while ago. "Sasuke-kun? Did something happen?"

Itachi glanced quickly behind him before stepping inside. There was sweat on his brow, his skin was pale and clammy. He was nervous, his body shaking a little. He was hiding from something, but what?

"...No." he muttered, to both questions at once, quickly stumbling inside. "Close... close the door..."

He fell beside Iruka's feet onto his hands and knees, his thin frame racked by wet, hacking coughs. It was obvious that the Uchiha was ill. One didn't need to be a medic-nin to figure that out.

"Usually... I can get to... my office..." he sputtered. "Lock myself in... I... I couldn't get there..."

Such an explanation suggested two things. One, that this was a frequent occurrence. And two, that he'd been keeping such a condition a secret for a very long time. Both were worrisome. Both could only lead to more questions.

Iruka had gotten to be pretty good at reading people during his tenure at the academy. You sort of had to when dealing with mischief driven children with sharp, pointy objects. Something was visibly wrong with Itachi and they’d gotten no further than genkan before the ANBU was suddenly sinking down to the ground in a truly worrisome manner.

The teacher’s eyes widened in open surprise and he found himself dropping down to his knees besides the younger man as Itachi started to cough wetly. He sounded a lot like Hayate who’d been in Iruka’s class at the academy and that was scary in its own right. Still, he was a practical, level headed sort of man and he knew trying to cough up a lung in the middle of his hallway was hardly a comfortable place for the sickly man.

“Come on, Itachi-san, let’s get you inside.” He murmured, dark eyes solemn as he scooted in so he could wrap one surprisingly strong arm around the jounin’s torso and hauled him bodily to his feet. It wasn’t nearly as hard as he’d been expecting because Itachi was worrisomely light and much thinner than he’d have expected of an elite jounin. Iruka wasn’t an idiot and he could put two and two together. The fact that Itachi was hiding this illness told him suggesting involving a med-nin would just be shut down.

Sure, it could have been just a recent development but his instincts told him it wasn’t. If he was anywhere near as sick as Hayate was…well, it was grim indeed. Iruka would help half-carry Itachi the whole way into his rather cramped living room so he could help settle his unexpected guest on the couch where he might at least be a little bit more comfortable.

“What can I do to help, Itachi-san?” He didn’t ask if he wanted him to fetch him a med-nin.

Itachi felt himself being lifted to his feet as he fought to catch a breath or two between the coughs. Iruka was stronger than he remembered, he had as a passing thought. But perhaps it was the other way around, that Itachi was actually lighter than he recalled weighing. It didn't matter, though, when he collapsed on the couch.

"Don't... tell anyone... about this..." When he pulled the hand away from his mouth, it was splattered with blood. "...Ever."

When Itachi knew he wouldn't be able to make it back to the main offices and his sealed, private sanctum, the only safe location he could think of was Iruka's. The Uchiha district was out of the question - as the future head of the clan, this kind of weakness would be a grave dishonor to his clan. The Hokage's residen was out of the question too - Shoukd he be seen as unfit for duty, he would be removed from it. His position in the ANBU would be revoked, and as the only high-ranking Uchiha among the advisors, it would only be a matter of time before tensions between clan and village rose again. It was extremely difficult to quell them the first time. He didn't think he had it in him to do it again.

But Iruka... They shared a trust between them, and it was built on something more important than life itself. If he could trust the instructor with Sasuke, he could trust him with something like this.

"I was delayed... Didn't expect this... so soon..." He added. A couple drops of blood fell from his lips as he spoke. "Need you to... do something for me."

People tended to underestimate Iruka both because of his middling rank and position in the village. Even trained shinobi who should have known better discounted him as being a non-threat because he taught kids instead of working in the field these days. Never mind the fact that an academy teacher had to have a broad and thorough grasp of every aspect of the shinobi way in order to teach the next generation of Konoha ninjas.

Truth be told, Iruka preferred it that way so he didn’t go out of his way to correct any of those assumptions. But for all his friendly and emotive attitudes, the seemingly harmless chuunin was a fully trained ninja after all.

Once Itachi had been settled onto the couch, he hurried over to the kitchen and grabbed up a clean dish towel, a bowl and poured a glass of water for his unexpected guest. He'd seen the blood splattered across Itachi's palm and recognized just how serious the situation was. Something told him it wasn't an acute attack that had happened during a mission but something the other man had been wresting with for a while. Why else would he be so secretive about it?

"How bad is it, Itachi-san? Have you at least been to see a med-nin?" He could guess at why he was here rather than in a hospital where he obviously belonged. Itachi didn't want to get kicked out of ANBU. Sure, technically, Iruka wasn't supposed to know he was ANBU to begin with because the identities of its agents were supposed to be secret but he'd seen a glimpse of that familiar tattoo on Itachi's shoulder once when his sleeve had gotten rucked up while playing with Sasuke. And it wasn't as though it was a hard leap to make that a genius and prodigy such as himself would be taken into their fold.

He held out the bowl so Itachi could use it as a makeshift emesis basin so he could cough up the blood into it and hopefully clear away his air ways somewhat. The glass of water was set off on an end table next to the couch.

"Of course, what do you need?" He probably shouldn't be agreeing to help him. If he'd had a lick of sense, Iruka could have summoned a med-nin by now and gotten Itachi the care he so desperately needed. But he also knew if he tried that, the damned stubborn jounin would probably disappear before they even got there. He could only pray he didn't die right there on his couch sometime in the next hour or so because otherwise how would he explain that to the Uchiha clan or the Hokage?

The way Itachi readily clutched that bowl suggested it was a more familiar situation than it should have been. There was little dignity in spitting up a mouthful of blood into a basin, but there were worse ways to go about it. The towel and water were welcome offerings as well.

"Not in this country..." He managed between coughs. "Not after the first time..."

Genjutsu was involved. Records had to be doctored. There was little he couldn't accomplish with his sharingan and a lot of ingenuity, but he had to be careful. The diagnosis he was given was career-ending. Eventually, it would be life-ending.

"A crow... coming from the south... intercept it... Bring me... the scroll tied to its leg..." He gave the coordinates, begging for Iruka to hurry.

Ayase Yukiya || Okane ga Nai || OTA

Nezumi || No. 6 || OTA

Kuroko Tetsuya || Kuroko No Basuke || OTA

Caroline Forbes | VDs | OTA

Yukimura Chizuru | Hakuouki

hiro hamada ( bh6 )

Nishinoya Yuu | Haikyuu!!

danny rayburn | bloodline

Bruce Banner | MCU

Athos || The Musketeers

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Mamoru Amami // The King of Braves GaoGaiGar // ota

Jet | ATLA

Daidouji Tomoyo \\ CLAMP

bakugou katsuki | my hero academia

Umino Iruka • Naruto • OTA

Assumes a universe in which he doesn't commit a massacre...

I can get behind this idea. XD Lemme know if this assumed CR is cool?

Assumed CR is cool!

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