Punishment

The dolphin tantrum.

To,

      My dear readers,

      I am here again in the same fashion as before, to address you. The reason is quite simple...I like writing letters like this. Other much prominent reason-as I tell myself-is to inform you all about a very unfotunate news. *with a grave voice and grim face* The summer break is almost over and the summer break is....over.

    Yep guys you read it right. The break's over and I have to work hard at school to get good grades. Now, I will try to update but they would take a lot of waiting. If you people probe me and support me enough it may happen faster....coz me is greedy....Anyway, keeping aside my demon. Her name is Tara, say hi....it is difficult time I hope you won't be disappointed.

   Now , is the time to thank all those who have voted, commented and readed the story. I will be grateful to you all. The fact that my story would be read , voted or commented was an unachievable dream. My friend once said-in a much different context-that aim for zero the rest is a bonus.....so right now this is bonus for me. I conclude my letter by saying keep reading the book.....thank you

From,

           your loyal servant,

            author.

p.s.****I was reading the previous chapters....and you know what.....I made a big mistake......Naruto is not supposed to be present in the story apart from being a reference. Even then in one of the chapters I have mentioned the presence of Naruto. I am really sorry about this mistake....Naruto is gone with Jiraya...and is not present for the whole story. ALSO THERE IS SOME PG-13 CONTENT...OR WHATEVER READ IF YOU CAN TAKE IN NAKED MEN.....

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While he was going out of the window he heard Iruka mumble in his dreams which sounded like "I know who you are, my Wolf.......are.......Kashi...."

If someone had to name one emotion on Iruka's mind it would probably be annoyance. There could be so many scenarios that you may think of which would put Iruka in that said mood. one scenario could be getting up early in the morning. Another could be Naruto's constant mischief. The possibilities are endless however,  the only person who had the bright opportunity to gain such attention was Wolf.

Yes, there were mornings that Iruka would gladly sleep again....not being a morning person did not fit the shinobi world. But today's morning had something different. Today Iruka had expected the other side of his bed full....which was anything but that....infact the covers didn't even look disturbed. Wolf had not slept there, with him.....again.

Even though they spend nights together...when it is time for Iruka to sleep, Wolf would make sure Iruka was sleeping and slip away.  He would then leave note for him.....about when to expect him next, but today there seems no such note.

It hurt Iruka every time. And after what happened last night he had some hope that Wolf would trust him. Thinking of last night not only did bring some heat to his face but also his morning-ness became more apparent. You could say that his lower half was definitely not mad at Wolf.

Groaning Iruka got up from his bed, after calming his little friend downstairs and moved towards the kitchen. The kitchen was like any moderate kitchen you would find. The cabinets were made out of wood and had slight carving on it. The platform was made up of granite. There were mordern appliances like fridge, oven, toster and his favourite coffee maker. There was a window under which sat a table and two chairs.

Opening the cabinet with one hand and scratching the back of his neck all the while yawning, Iruka took out the magic bottle otherwise known as coffee jar. He opened the cap ignoring the papar that was stuck on it. took a spoonful and put it in the coffee maker. Closed the jar and kept it back in...closing the cabinet. There was something amiss though. This was a ritual he had perfected, Iruka thought through his sleep fogged mind.