Upon entering there was no one but the intrigued blond, leaning his best on the couch, staring about as he pleased- his bad arm pressed to look uncomfortable against the cushions. If he had any proper sensation in the limb it no doubt would be painful- or at least numbing, mentally Kakashi added that to the list of things he would have to advise Naruto on. Knowing him, it would not actively cross his mind to be careful; though morbid as it were he was rather hiddenly hoping to convince his former student to have the amputation as opposed to keeping the -all-but-dead limb. In his past the teenager was adapt to not worrying particularly hard about injury, always subconsiously aware of his own self-healing prowess, but that was Kyubi's influence and Naruto would have to readapt himself to the reality that scratches on an average person took more then a few seconds to heal.

Kakashi ran a hand down his face, careful not to catch his mask, still uncertain of how he was going to proceed. He moved to his kitchenette instead, intent on getting some food for both of them, this former student had been eating only hospice food before now- nevermind the IV drop before that. It was only fair to have something proper resting in his stomach. He filled and clicked on the kettle. Turning to look at his new ward, it was a margin uncomfortable for him- his space intruded, regardless of necessity, still he pulled off his vest and headband- as always mindful to keep his one eye closed. Despite of his want for privacy, he accepted that he may not have his apartment truly to himself again for a long time.

"Ne, Kakashi-sensei, why is your place so small anyway? I heard from Kiba that Kurnai-sensei has a pretty big place." No, it wasn't an insult, though an idiot may have thought it otherwise. A black eye watches in somber understanding at his student's obvious confusion, how oceanic eyes glanced around at the minimal space; and compared to what he knew.

"This is an old apartment, its standard for an unmarried chunin." He lent on the counter, amused at the baffled eyebrow raise he got. "I could have upgraded to a jounin unit- even an elite unit; but there was never a need to before now." The very thought was an odd one, though Lady Tsunade and even Lord Third before her, had attempted to push him into a larger unit in the past, he had always ignored them. He had no true need for one, save the simplistic luxury, and that was never something he particularly cared to have. "Ma, with the two of us however, it'll be a bit cramped here, so I may as well." Rather oblivious, Naruto did not notice the implication of a prolonged stay in former teacher's mentioning of getting a new apartment. With the kettle having clicked, Kakashi poured the water into the paper cups, and handed one off to Naruto as the blond rather awkwardly slid into a sitting position on the couch.

As expected, warmingly, he earned a crooked grin as he handed off the cupped ramen. It was a treat in truth, Kakashi was never particularly fond of the stuff, but Naruto was- and it would take a fool not to notice it was one of the blond's biggest comforts; a saddening fact that the jounin did not particularly like to think of. Still, one side of the blond's face was twisted with the scarring, his grinning lips twitching in protest on that side while on his other side the upwards scar from his lip to jaw twitched as well, and to his own shame- Kakashi glanced away. Least until he heard a wheezing sound, a gasping, and as his eyes flicked quickly back he saw Naruto bowed over clutching at his chest, a pinched expression, scowling in pain as he gasped for air. Kakashi walked over as calmly as he could, and gently sat the struggling teen into an upright position. Having pried away the clenching fist, he pressed his palm to the other's chest, careful of the delicate flesh beneath, feeling for the rise and fall there. It was strained, and obvious his lungs weren't inflating properly, Kakashi wondered if his earlier bout of laughter had caused a problem. Regardless, he leant over to the side of the coffee table where he had put a jar of the ointment Tsunade had developed for severe tissue damage in her thirties.

Precautious as he might, he did his best to carefully lower Naruto to a laying position, the man still gasping slightly- though not as bad as previously. Once more making a note to himself, not to let Naruto laugh so vigorously again. He peeled away the bandages covering the damaged skin, and didn't even wince at the clear puss and slight blood which came with, he was adapt enough to helping comrades with bad injuries- as long as he avoided looking up he could ignore that they belonged to Naruto. As he twisted open the container he was hit with the peculiar scent of oranges and cherry blossoms, strong and lovely scents, though he never understood how they worked within medicine- he'd never the mind for medical ninjutsu or its particulars. The flesh beneath was obscured, pieces were flaking off, and there was areas, though thankfully not large, where the skin had been pulled away with the bandage blood more prominant then the other pinkened areas. With one finger he touched the semi-transparent formula into the wounds rubbing in small and light circlers to try and work it into the tissue, attempting to prevent unnecessary pain.

"Naruto you need to calm down, you're starting to hyperventilate, and its only going to make things more painful." There was a jerked nod in response, his body was shaking slightly, shoulders tense, fingers clenching and unclenching. Yet, within a few minutes it slowed down, and his body started to calm down his breathing still wheezing, but not nearly as harshly as it had been. It made the carer relax more as well. Kakashi got up from his kneel handing the cup on the table back to his charge, not making comment at the near panic attack. He glanced back to Naruto's face then, there rested something of a distress, one of anxiety- a realization still steeped with the strings of denial straining in place. Kakashi knew they wouldn't snap away yet, but he worried as to when they would, the young Yamanaka's words an echo in his head with blunt delivery and a soft voice. Without meaning to an experienced eye glanced at the not-moving arm which had twisted in an odd direction beside the blond, forearm rested underneath a hip, elbow jutting out, limp and not so much as twitching in its bad position. Something weighted sat in his chest for the sight, but he simply moved it out of its crushing station, and gently set it over Naruto's stomach. He didn't really notice, his gaze was to the ceiling, expression having shifted once more into that same stubborn determination which Kakashi knew all too well. His right arm gripping tight to the papercup containing his barely eaten ramen.

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It was an awkward indever, but eventually the silver haired jounin managed to pull out the bed from the couch and lay Naruto out on it as the sky darkened. There was, of course, protest much irritated grumbling and pouting of pinkened tan lips. A brief conversation of dying from boredem had Kakashi unsettled for no logical reason; before he pulled out a couple of random books from his shelf and handed them to the blond as a pacification. It was in a bit of a rush as Kakashi had to attend a meeting with the Hokage amongst several other elite jouin, and with his current rather sour relationship with the Lady Hokage being late would cause problems; he didn't particularly care if she got upset at him, it was a caution that she may put Naruto in the hospital or into a stranger -a caretakers- care, something which the man knew would be very detrimental. He was putting his shoes on when the other man spoke.

"You still have Ukki-san." It was spoken gentle, and in looking up there was such a tender expression on the scarred face that Kakashi smiled himself to see it. Blue eyes were resting on the plant he'd gifted to Kakashi at thirteen not on the man himself; soft lidded and with a matching smile, Naruto looked comforted by simply seeing the plant resting beside the window. "Ne, Kakashi-sensei, if you can, could you go to my apartment and get my other plant? I know its silly, but I'd feel safer if she was here. Maybe Gama-chan too? If you can find him, he kinda hides around." There was a laugh in his voice as Naruto turned back towards him, but it wasn't humoured, rather ashamed, and Kakashi couldn't understand why he would think it shameful at all; shinobi derived their stability and comfort from many different sources.

"I'll pick them up on the way back. You should rest." He left no room for protest as he opened and closed the door within those moments. Shaking his head at himself for the idiotic and redundant remark as he walked down the steps; Naruto would no doubt do something straining in his abstinence, but as he was not exactly capable of moving about enough to cause himself harm as of yet, the silver haired man wasn't too worried.

The main object of his concern was the meeting he would be attending, he knew what would be on the agenda and he was both eager to learn more, while dreading the potential information at the same time. With recent happenings, he wondered who would be there. Normally, he would complain for the time it was being held at all, it was nearing eight and he wasn't a dead-eyed ANBU anymore, switching to an elite Jounin had shaken his beaten in need to be summoned at any time of day. This night he was however grateful for the timing, more because it had been called at all. It had been a little over a month and there no information at all of the Akatsuki, or indeed of Sasuke's whereabouts, it was rattling not to know a thing. With the Kyubi being captured, were their plans progressing? What was their end goal?

Previously, Sasuke had not been a terrible concern, he had not been considered a threat to Konohagakure or its people, ranking only as a simple B-class shinobi; as in general there had been a few encounters with him by shinobi outside out of Kakashi's own team without notable incident. Some genin had been noticed by him when on a simple C-class mission, a frightful experience for the three small, fresh-faced academy graduates; their jounin instructor had naturally taken the initiative, but according to a baffled Nami-san he had simply passed them by. With this attack on Naruto he had certainly established himself as a threat, and Kakashi was curious as to how Tsunade would deal with his newfound hostility.

Upon entering the office with the click of the door, his rather blankened eye widened; of all persons he had expected to attend, the dark-toned chunin standing in the center of the room was not one. The man was leaning over the Hokage's desk and not paying the door an ounce of visible attention, but by his positure Kakashi knew he spoke seriously- he could not see the female sannin behind him, but by simple comprehension of circumstance he knew she wore an exasperated expression. No one else in the room tried to stop him either, nor did they speak up to his disruption of the important meeting.

Kakashi noted Sakura staring with a pained, anxious gaze, lip being bitten periodically while she clutched one wrist to her chest. Shikamaru was standing near her, though he seemed as if he couldn't care less about the interaction occurring; near every jouin seemingly sharing his position. Though several of Rockie 8 were staring with back tilted brows and worried eyes at the upset teacher. Jiraiya however, drew Kakashi's attention, the man could be serious when necessary- almost threateningly when the topic was of great importance, he always stood in a deep rooted control, strong and managing to seem undeterred. That was not how the older man appeared now, he leant against the right wall, one leg raised against it, arms crossed as he did; but it was his expression that caught Kakashi's attention, he was frowning, deeply- the lines around his mouth pulled fiercely down. His eyes showed his truth however, he was glaring to the ground- such a powerful burning glare as if the stone flooring would crack under its pressure, his brow was pinched and he looked as if his own emotions were battling his regular calm professionalism. Perhaps it was the other man's status, but Kakashi would not be ashamed to say he flinched inwardly at the expression and his muscles remained tense at the sight. For he had never seen the jocular sannin wear such an angered gaze, he quickly turned his own eye away, suddenly unwilling to stare.

"Iruka." Discomforted and anxious to know what exactly was going on Kakashi spoke to get the attention of the now slouching chunin, who now resembled a man defeated. He had dark brown eyes rest on him as he turned around, a depressed gaze with a matching frown, and he saw the heavy swallow the man made as he walked towards the door, fists clenched by his side and eyes turned away low towards the wall rather then the entrance, they weren't wet- but Kakashi knew it would only take a small shove in the wrong direction to make them so. Knowing why had the jounin reach out and grasp a tense arm as the man almost passed by, it was with a genuine -but forced, smile, that he lay out a margin of comfort, not his strongest ability. "Naruto asked if I could bring over his plants and wallet on the way back, but I don't actually know where they are, perhaps you could in my stead." It took a moment before Iruka understood his meaning, only really comprehending as Kakashi dropped his apartment key into a brown hand. Normally, he was too private to give his key to anyone, but these were peculiar times and it hardly registered as an odd act unto the reclusive man. Iruka's eyes brightened and there they became a little moist as well, a delicate smile on his features as he gave a small nod before walking out.