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crownsoflaurels1020 · 9 years ago

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I just read the epilogue of Making Arrangements- and omg I have no words for how adorable it was! Kakashi's daughter being obsessed with punctuality added a dash of delicious irony and Sasuke's son already being a mini-asshole is karma at its finest. Also the fact that Naruto's kid is named Aiko- was that a reference to Electraposts' Vapors? *squints suspiciously* But anyway, just wanted you to know that I loved it!

So glad you enjoyed it! As far as choosing the name Aiko—no and yes. I had settled on the name Aiko when I started writing this fic. Then I read Vapors and laughed myself silly because ElectraSev5n had Kakashi name her character ‘Aiko,’ for implicitly similar reasons that I chose the name for the child in my fic. However, after the end of all things, I did run this decision by Electra and she gave me her blessing to continue using the name. So, in a way, it is a bit of a nod to Vapors.

However, I went and fleshed out the part of the story about why ‘Aiko’ was chosen in a drabble called the ‘Name Game,’ which I posted on AO3 under ‘Making Arrangements: Scrapbook.’ However, for ease of reading for MA fans, and since it’s not that long, I’m posting that segment here as well.

Strangely enough, the first person to ask was Anko.

It was the middle of the afternoon and Naruto had hidden away in the jōnin lounge with some miso ramen that Ayame-nee-san had been kind enough to box up and smuggle to her. Naruto had a perfectly healthy lunch of course (everything she ate nowadays was perfectly healthy), but she’d felt the stirrings of hunger about three hours later which had very suddenly flared up into ‘must eat now or else.’ She’d slipped away from Tsunade’s meeting with the Waterfall representatives when the older blonde’s back was turned and Shizune could do nothing else but show her the faintest scowl of disapproval.

Naruto crept carefully to the jōnin lounge because it was usually empty this time of day. To her surprise, the purple haired kunoichi had taken over the room, but since the woman was doing her best to consume an entire box of pocky while watching a marathon of ‘Shadows of Our Lives’ (the longest running Shinobi themed soap opera in the history of the Elemental Nations), Naruto thought she was in good company.

Naruto carefully didn’t look at the sign above the television which not-so-kindly reminded the jōnin that the television was to be used for news networks or live security feeds only. Instead, she heated up her contraband meal in the microwave before joining Anko on the scuffed up couch.

“So,” drawled Anko around the piece of pocky in her mouth. “Have you thought of names yet?”

Naruto blinked owlishly at the other woman, noodle dangling carelessly from her mouth.

She didn’t ask how Anko knew. Everyone knew by now, even though she wasn’t even showing yet and probably wouldn’t be for another month or so. That’s what happened when you were social with the Inuzuka clan, who weren’t exactly known for keeping their traps shut about what they viewed to be good news.

“I dunno,” Naruto finally responded, before her hunger drove her to continue consuming her meal. “We haven’t talked about it yet.”

“Really?” Anko peered curiously at her. “Usually parents are all over that shit.”

Naruto snorted. “I’m still working on getting him to realize that two jōnin, eight ninken, a baby and an occasional toad can’t fit in a one bedroom apartment. The name-thing is a bit lower down on the priority list.”

“Ha.” Anko barked a laugh. “Bachelor pad getting a bit cramped then?”

“Something like that.” Naruto voiced her agreement around a mouthful of ramen.

“Naruto where—“ the door flew open and both women froze guiltily, suddenly faced with venomously narrowed green eyes.

“There you are.” Sakura’s words came out in a flat hiss and she stalked forward.

Anko relaxed, sinking back into the couch once she was sure the medic-nin’s ire wasn’t directed to her own person.

Naruto hastily swallowed her current bite of food and stuffed another in her mouth, as if in fear it might be her last.

“Shizune-san said you stepped out for a snack but I noticed you left your salad in the fridge—stop eating that!” Sakura snapped and wrestled the ramen container away from the blonde, exchanging it for the, in the blonde’s opinion, less appetizing vegetable dish.

Anko munched on her pocky and enjoyed the entertainment.“You can’t keep eating—“

“I’m an adult!”

“The salt content—“

“—A grown woman should—“

“Need more vegetables, I even put oranges—“

“—be perfectly cable of choosing her own food!”

“—so it’s perfectly healthy!”

Both women finished shouting at each other and sank into the couch cushions with mutual huffs of annoyance.

Naruto plucked up a slice of orange and sucked on it sulkily.

“You two are hysterical,” said Anko dryly as she turned up the volume of her soap opera. “You should have your own show.”

The three woman watched the last half of the episode—in which Mamoru was forced to confess to his fiancé who’d just woken from her coma that he’d committed to a political marriage in light of her likely death—in a drained, companionable silence.

Anko snuck Naruto a piece of pocky in a commercial break.

“Mitarashi-san,” Sakura eventually asked, “Weren’t you supposed to be substituting for Shiranui-san while he’s out, teaching his genin?”

“I am,” cackled Anko, grin dark as she watched Mamoru’s former fiancé plot her revenge. “We’re playing hide and seek. They really suck at it.”

Sakura rubbed her temple. “What were you talking about when I came in, anyway?”

“Nothing,” said Naruto.

“Baby names!” Crowed Anko, with too much cheer. “If it’s a girl they’re naming it after me.”

“They are not,” sniffed Sakura, crossing her arms. “I’m going to be godmother, if it’s named in honor of a woman it should be me.” Sakura tilted her head and pondered the issue for a moment before adding, “Or maybe Naruto’s mother, that would be ok too.”

Naruto rolled her eyes between them as she forced herself to eat the green things in the salad. “We’re not naming the baby after anyone.” She didn’t remind Sakura that they hadn’t told her she could be godmother, Sakura had just loudly claimed the title with a ferocity that cowed all potential opponents. At this point, they were just rolling with it.

“You said you hadn’t talked about names,” protested Anko. “Do you even know if it’s a girl or a boy yet?”

“No.” Naruto’s eyes slid to her teammate, who’d begun to pout at the mention of gender determination. “Tsunade bet it’s a boy so Sakura bet it’d be a girl and then Shizune-san stepped in and said that since they both have a financial interest in my child that she was now the only one qualified to check on the fetus.”

Sakura’s lips pursed in displeasure.

“But,” continued Naruto, swallowing some lettuce. “We did agree not to name the baby after anyone. At this rate,” she eyed the trashcan mournfully, “I’m going to wind up naming the kid Menma after a ramen withdrawal. I don’t even like menma!”

“Oh my god you will not.” Sakura looked equal parts horrified and completely convinced that name would be a top contender.

Anko nodded sincerely. “I like it. Unusual, but a continuation of a family theme.”

“I forbid you from naming my godchild Menma,” Sakura blanched.

Naruto rolled her eyes. “Like you’d do any better, you’d probably name your kid Salad.”

“I would not!” hissed the medic-nin, before launching into a list of all of the reasons why ramen toppings and other condiments shouldn’t be considered potential names.

Naruto started listing various salad ingredients in counterpoint.

Anko sighed and turned up the volume on the television.________________________________________

“You are forbidden from naming my godchild, Bolt.” Sakura set her drink down on the counter with a bit too much force, fruity liquid spilling onto the countertop.

“Or Rex,” added Sasuke, calmly sipping his sake.

“Yes,” Sakura hiccoughed. “Or Rex. Or Rover, or Spot, or Blondie—“

“I like Blondie,” contributed Sai. “It will be either appropriate or ironic, depending on the child’s appearance—”

Sakura slapped a hand to Sai’s mouth, harder than she probably intended as the boy nearly wobbled off his stool.

“You are not allowed to make sugggesstioonnss,” she said, slurring the last words.

Naruto sipped at her water in amusement, enjoying riling up her companions and leaning back into the warmth of the one closest to her.

“Ahh,” Naruto felt her backrest speak up, the rumble of his words rolling through her.

“I don’t see anything wrong with calling it Puppy until it’s old enough to choose a name for itself.”

“Sensei,” stressed Sakura, arms flailing. “You can’t call your baby Puppy!”“It’s better than Tadpole,” Kakashi murmured.

“Hey!” Naruto puffed out her cheeks in indignation.

“It is better than Tadpole,” agreed Sasuke as he finished his drink.

“Does this mean that you chose your name, Senpai?” Sai asked Kakashi, dark eyes curious.

Kakashi’s eye crinkled in a smile. “We could always call it Nadeshiko, for a girl.”

“No.” Three-fifths of the table chorused.________________________________________

“I’m currently in favor of Apple,” Naruto told the Kazekage over lunch, hand resting over the now visible curve of her belly.

Gaara blinked slowly. “It is a stand-out name,” he commented in a politic fashion, clearly not certain how he was supposed to respond in this discussion.

Sakura whimpered from her stance behind Naruto’s shoulder and threw a despairing look at Gaara’s aide.

Temari hid her smile behind her hand. “Would that be for a girl or a boy, Naruto-chan?”

“That’s why it’s so great,” babbled Naruto enthusiastically. “It could work for either!”________________________________________

“Are you certain you don’t want to know whether the baby is a boy or girl before it’s born?” Iruka fretted as he sorted through the selection of baby clothes at the market with Naruto.

“It would make shopping a bit easier,” sighed Kurenai. “But the shower is over now, so they might as well wait until its born.”

Naruto had gotten quite a few useful things in the baby shower, but Kurenai told her she’d need a whole lot more baby outfits if she was going to keep her sanity in tact and avoid doing laundry every hour of the day

.Naruto was alarmed that a baby could be that messy and was horrified at the dark, shadowed look in Kurenai’s eyes when she spoke on the topic, implying that she’d seen things.

Naruto controlled her shudder. “No. We don’t want to know until the baby is born, but they’re all pastels—I doubt that the baby will care what we put it in anyway, as long as its clean and comfy.”

Iruka shifted his weight uncertainly, still not entirely comfortable about being dragged around for this particular shopping trip. “Hatake-san told me you were thinking about naming the baby Sousuke or Minako, is that true? Those names sound nice.”

“Yeah, we’ve talked about that.” Naruto nodded her head knowingly. “But I’m just not so sure about naming the baby after some the main characters of Icha Icha books.”

Iruka’s eyes widened and he spluttered incoherently before sharing an alarmed look with Kurenai.

“I’ve been leaning toward Retasu, myself. I’ve just really grown to appreciate lettuce during this whole pregnancy thing.” Naruto winced at an exceptionally hard kick from her newest tenant. “On second thought, I don’t think the baby likes that.”

Kurenai beamed and Iruka relaxed his shoulders in relief.

“But Chidori sounds good. Or maybe Rasen.” Naruto hummed as she continued down the aisles, pretending she couldn’t hear the hasty conversation behind her in which Kurenai and Iruka were conspiring to steal her child’s birth certificate.________________________________________

“Senpai told me it was a boy, congratulations!” Yamato’s smile was wide as he escorted a very pregnant and waddling Naruto home from the Hokage Tower one evening when Kakashi was unavailable.

“Oh he did, did he?” Naruto smiled back at the man and took his offered arm, not even pretending she wasn’t going to lean on him for balance. “Yes, we’re very excited.”

“So, now that you know it’s a boy, does that narrow down your list of names?” Yamato turned toward her expectantly.

“We’ve been thinking about Noritaka,” said Naruto, face serene.

Yamato stopped in his tracks. “Respect for the law? You’re going to give your son a name that means ‘respect for the law’?” Yamato sighed and began walking again. “I don’t know why I’m even surprised. Of course you would name your child something like that.”

Naruto laughed and patted his arm consolingly.________________________________________

“You know,” mumbled Naruto sleepily, in the earliest hours of the morning, while the world was dark and calm and quiet and she’d just come back to bed after what felt like her thirteenth bathroom trip in the past three hours. “We really do have to decide on a name for her.”

Kakashi grunted affirmatively next to her, but didn’t open his eyes. Naruto was cocooned with pillows and sleeping dogs, various parts of her aching body supported from all sides when she wasn’t kicking everyone out of the bed and complaining about being too hot.

It made it a bit awkward for Kakashi to wrap his arms around her or give her a comforting hug, but he still managed to wind his arm so that it curled around her side, enabling him to entwine his fingers with hers and rest their joined hands on top of her protruding stomach.

“Have you thought of anything you liked?” His voice was soft and low, bordering on the edge of drifting back to sleep.

“No.” Naruto sounded troubled. “I can’t think of anything. Names are so important and I,” she hesitated, tensing uncomfortably to the degree that a few tired canines raised heads to check on her. “I just don’t want her to hate it. I want it to fit her.”

“Whatever it is, it’ll be perfect.” Kakashi’s promise was gentle and firm.

Naruto sighed, tightening their handhold. “I didn’t like my name for a long time. I thought it was a boys name—that I really had been named after a ramen topping. That it was somebody’s idea of a joke given to an orphan on the spur of the moment because no one cared to think further on it. Just more proof that I was unwanted.” Her voice trailed off toward the end of her sentence, quivering and thick.

Kakashi shifted in the bed, poking a few of the dogs until they moved so he could move closer and wrap his other arm around her shoulders. He kissed the top of her head and murmured into her ear. “You were never, never unwanted. Not for one minute.”

Naruto blinked back the tears that she was prone to giving in response to anything (she’d burst into tears when reading Academy student profiles for Tsunade only earlier that day, much to the Hokage’s dismay). She turned her head into Kakashi’s chest and spent a few minutes collecting herself.

“I know that now,” she finally replied. “But I didn’t for a long time. There was no one to tell me so.”

“Well,” Kakashi said thoughtfully, stroking her arm gently with his fingers. “If something happened to us, and all she had left was her name, what would you want it to tell her?”

Naruto considered the question briefly. It didn’t take her long at all to answer. She lifted her head a bit so it rested more comfortably in the curve between Kakashi’s neck and shoulder. “I’d want her to know she was loved,” she said simply. “I’d want her to know we both loved her very, very much.”

Kakashi tightened his hold on her gently, pressed a chaste kiss against her forehead. “I think that’s perfect.” He separated their joined hands so he could run his fingers over the curve of her belly, pausing as he felt their daughter kicking. “Settle down, Aiko-chan. Your mother needs some sleep.”

Naruto swallowed her giggle and rapidly blinked her eyes to hold back the nonsensical tears.

Kakashi’s silver eye caught hers, playful glint barely detectable in the lack of light. “It’s not too late to name her Naoko,” he said sincerely.

“Obedient child?” Naruto laughed, curling into him and pushing another pillow under her back. “That’s just wishful thinking. Aiko-chan is much better.”

A few of the dogs rumbled their agreement and the matter was settled.

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crownsoflaurels1020 · 10 years ago

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MA: Teaser, Rude Wake Up Calls

Naruto cried out in surprise when her blanket was ripped violently away, curling into a ball to protect herself against the rush of cold air and fully intending to go back to sleep. Instead of opening her eyes and lashing out at her attacker, she scrunched them tightly together, burrowing her head in her borrowed pillow to block out the intrusive, offending light.

“Maa, maa, Naruto-chan,” came the way-too-cheerful voice for the early morning hour, “It’s past nine and we have things to do today.”

Suddenly, there was a firm hand on her back pushing her off the bed. Almost simultaneously her harasser caught the fold-out bed with his foot and gave it a vicious thrust, collapsing it back into a couch with one efficient movement and hastily tossing the cushions back on it before the dazed girl could collect herself and fight for her safe haven.

Naruto’s blue eyes fluttered open sleepily as she sat up on the floor, clutching at the lumpy pillow and shivering at the slight chill that bled through the thin cotton of the tanktop and shorts combo she’d worn to bed. “What?” she tried to ask, but the word was garbled by the loud yawn she emitted concurrently.

The jōnin spun a kitchen chair around backward and sat down straddling it, resting his arms on the high back. “We’ve got places to be, people to see,” his visible eye closed as he (theoretically) smiled, “Get dressed.”

“I don’t—” Naruto began to come to her senses a bit, peering around the room, confused. Sensing that the strange spirit which had temporarily possessed Kakashi wasn’t going to leave him any time soon, she slumped in a pout and squinted at him with a doleful stare, “Where’s breakfast?” She stuck out her lower lip and cuddled her pillow, making it clear that she was going to completely uncooperative until fed.

Kakashi’s eye widened slowly at the demand, in mock surprise that the girl would demand to be fed before getting to business.

Naruto’s stomach growled in response and startled she looked down, as if she could see it through the pillow. She blushed, scratched one whisker-marked cheek, and hid behind her pillow-shield so that only her eyes peeked up inquiringly at the older man.

“Well,” Kakashi drawled thoughtfully, face serious but tone conveying amusement, “I probably shouldn’t reward your mistaken belief that you possess bargaining power, but at least you’re more adorable than my ninken. Get dressed.”

Kakashi rose, grabbed Naruto by the back of her tank top as she belatedly yelped in protest, her reaction delayed as she mentally reeled just the tiniest bit at being called adorable.

Free from similar distractions, Kakashi easily carried out his plan of shoving the chūnin into the bathroom, tossing in her bag of clothes, and firmly shutting the door behind her.

By the time Naruto emerged from the shower, slipping into her cropped jacket and trying to finish towel drying her hair at the same time; Kakashi was putting plates of bacon and eggs and pancakes on the tabletop.

“Yes!” Naruto crowed, dropping the wet towel on the couch, ignoring Kakashi’s subsequent wince at her actions as she bounded into the kitchen, inhaling the enticing scents deeply. “It smells awesome!”

The jōnin, attention diverted by the out-of-place couch-soaking towel, automatically embarked to restore it to its proper location, but was thwarted when Naruto grabbed him from behind in a tight hug.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” chanted the blond, squeezing the breath out of the subject of her affections with her unrestrained enthusiasm. “You’re the best, I’ll love you forever!”

Kakashi froze awkwardly at the words, even as Naruto ignored the man and settled into the spare kitchen chair to devour the delectable arrangement before her. Eventually, he recovered from the shock and uncertainty that burst into existence with the girl’s simple words by reminding himself that she’d said the same thing a dozen times before (in fact, just yesterday it was Tenzō she was going to love forever, for agreeing to play target practice). This allowed him to get back to more important matters that required his immediate attention: such as the wet towel threatening the integrity of his beloved sofa.

That particular crisis averted, he returned to the kitchen to claim his own humble portion of breakfast (three pancakes and half a dozen pieces of bacon) and spare a brief moment to wonder if anyone in the world could prepare enough food to actually fill Naruto’s stomach. I meant that to be breakfast for tomorrow too, he thought mournfully, watching the girl devour what had to be enough to feed an entire ‘normal’ genin team. If I didn’t personally know her parents, I’d swear she’s part Akimichi, the copy ninja thought, feeling uncomfortable as Naruto finished up her meal by sucking on the fork she’d used to shovel her eggs into her mouth, her eyes darting about the kitchen as if checking to make she hadn’t missed anything.

“As I was saying,” Kakashi began, recovering from his bout of mild hysteria at observing the spectacle that was Naruto inhaling food and deciding to catch her attention before she demanded more sustenance, “we need to run some errands today.”

“Oh,” warm, ocean-colored eyes honed in on him and the blond set down her fork. “I’ve never known you to be in a hurry before.” The word slid off her tongue like an insult and Kakashi narrowed his eye.

Naruto smiled gamely, “Whadya need to do?”

“I’m not in a hurry,” Kakashi said with a sniff, “but,” he began ticking items off on his fingers, “We need to check in with a team that’s doing some preparatory research for our mission, at some point we need to check in with the Hokage about said mission,” (which they probably should have done yesterday, but, meh, time wasn’t an issue on this matter) “and,” he levelled a stern look at the girl, implying there would be no wiggle room on this last task, “we need to go talk to your landlady.”

“Oh.” Naruto looked down at hands in her lap, wringing them together nervously and biting at her lower lip.

“I’m not kicking you out Naruto,” Kakashi said gently, eye softening.

Naruto’s face shot back up, liquid eyes hopeful.

“But we do need to figure out what’s going on with your apartment, that letter you got last night wasn’t really that explanatory.” His voice was firm, but Naruto was obviously reassured by his words as her expression lit back up with its normal optimism.

“Ok,” she agreed amiably. She didn’t know what Kakashi thought he was going to accomplish by talking to her harpy of a landlady. Naruto personally thought that she and the woman had a good thing going by mutually pretending the other didn’t exist, but whatever, if she continued this train of thought she’d wake up Kurama and he’d start mouthing off about not being allowed to eat people. Again.

However, now that Kakashi was mentioning things that needed to get done, Naruto had a few things that she needed to put on today’s list too. She hummed softly as she fidgeted in her seat, “We’re almost out of groceries so we should stop to pick them up on our way home—,” she nodded meaningfully toward the refrigerator as she stood to collect the dishes and shuffle them to the sink.

No thanks to breakfast this morning, Kakashi eyed the picked-clean plates as they were spirited away, unenthused.

“—And it’s Iruka-sensei’s birthday today and I haven’t got him a present yet, so I need to pick one up—” babbled the girl, smile affectionate as she paused next to Kakashi at the table.

Why does he still get to be called ‘sensei?’ What did I do to lose that respect? Kakashi was somewhat confused by the matter, but he also wasn’t as put out by the realization as he thought he should be, and he stowed the thought away for consideration at a later time.

“Also,” the sudden tell-tell glow of an idea spread across Naruto’s face.

The silver-haired man tensed as she turned a shrewd gaze upon him. He fought the physical tightening of his shoulder muscles as Naruto placed a light hand upon one, eyes big and wide and was she batting her eyelashes?

“You did promise to teach me how to make some of my Mom’s dishes and since we’re getting groceries anyway…” Naruto trailed off, using a trick that Ino had taught her and invading Kakashi’s personal space, demanding his attention by placing one hand on his shoulder gently, leaning in close. “Please?”

Kakashi’s eye was fully open, not drooping in the slightest, trained intently on the opposite wall but not really seeing it as the girl moved so that she slid around him. The hand she’d laid on his shoulder never losing contact as she dragged it across his back, bringing it to rest on his opposite shoulder.

She ran it down his arm and brought her other arm around him slowly, loosely encircling him in a hug as she rested her jaw on his other shoulder. “Please?”

Kakashi’s mind went blank when she breathed softly into his ear.

This was probably not quite appropriate.

He should probably say something about this.

To stop this.

He should probably—

“Please?” She repeated even more softly, pressing her face close against his neck, the only thing separating their skin the thin fabric of his mask.

“Ok,” said the copy ninja.

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