A Place Once Found (Naruto/Teen Wolf, Kakashi/Iruka)

The GPS on his rented sedan leads Iruka to a tall apartment building in downtown Beacon Hills. There’s not much city to the city, just a small urban center and then a massive sprawl of industrial complexes and suburbs. There is no doorman so he lets himself in and presses the button for the fourteenth floor. He taps his fingers against his legs, subtly checking that his weapons are clear and ready for use should the need arise. He doesn’t expect them to be needed.

The elevator chimes as it settles to a halt and he walks down the hall to stand before apartment two. He knocks and waits. A middle-aged man answers the door. His beard his neatly trimmed and his eyes curious. “Can I help you?”

Iruka bows slightly. “Pardon the intrusion, Mr. Argent. I hope I’m not calling too late in the evening.”

Chris Argent shifts on his feet, settling more firmly against the doorframe. “And who is calling?”

Iruka reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a card. He presents it to Mr. Argent with both hands. “Umino Iruka of the Umino clan.”

Argent’s eyebrow raises. He takes the card, studies it for a moment, and then steps back, opening the door for Iruka to come in. Iruka bows again and steps inside. He toes his shoes off in the entrance and follows Argent into the living room. They take seats opposite each other.

“What brings you to Beacon Hills? You’re a long way from home, Mr. Umino.”

Iruka smiles. He’s been told he has a charming smile, not that he wishes to charm Mr. Argent but he’s hoping to put him at ease. There’s a tension in Argent, a tension that rose as soon as Iruka had introduced himself. He doesn’t usually get that reaction from fellow hunters. “I’m looking for a kitsune.”

A sudden stiffness goes over Argent. Iruka has struck a nerve. He wonders if Beacon Hills has a kitsune problem or the opposite. “You won’t find what you’re looking for here.”

“Really?” His instincts tell him that is not the case. “I may stay around a few days, just to be sure. Are there any threats in the area I should be aware of?”

Argent stands. “I’m out of the business. You should go.”

The answer, then, is yes. Iruka smiles as he stands and follows Argent to the door. “Thank you for your time. If you do hear of anything, please give me a call. My number is on the back of my card.”

“That won’t be necessary.” Argent stops just shy of slamming the door in Iruka’s face.

Iruka lets a grin stretch his lips. He whistles an old festival song as he returns to the elevator. It seems, regardless of whether his prey is here or not, that his stay in Beacon Hills will be quite eventful.