Monday morning.

Kakashi retched into his toilet once more, gripping at the sides as the acid from his stomach was hurled up, hopefully one of the last attempts of his body to… to… shoot, he didn’t even know if it was a virus or if he ate something wrong. He finally stopped, and panted against the porcelain throne, weak and shaky.

Iruka thought he was ( Read more... )

Saturday evening.

Kakashi stared into the depths of his beer, feeling depressed. The pub around him was loud, his fellow nins happily, drunkenly chattering, shouting, laughing, guffawing, whining. Clouds of nicotine stuffed the place, but the jounin didn't care.

He felt Asuma's glare on him, and the table fell silent.

"Oi, Hatake. Quit moping. ( Read more... )

Friday night.

The jounin slammed his stuff down onto his bed, then, when he was about to slam his own self down, the bell rang.

Who the good…?!

“Yes?” The jounin gritted through his teeth.

“My Eternal Rival! I challenge you-“

SLAM.

“… to karaoke?”

~ ~ ~

Two hours later.

“Alright, I’ll open it, just stop knocking already!!”

~ ~ ~

An hour later.

“… hmm… well, ( Read more... )

Friday evening.

Kakashi had more then enough of this case. In fact, if they tried to call him back one more time, loyalty pledged to Konoha or not, he would break that stupid traitor nin's neck with his own two hands… even if it meant becoming a missing nin himself. He had better things to do then analyze memories and remember details of his last ( Read more... )

Thursday, still ungodly early.

Iruka wondered around his small apartment in a daze. He couldn't sleep, not since Kakashi, his personal heater, had left... because drat, the central heating was gone like it had never happened! Either that, or it was not even on yet! The man grumbled at that - why was it not on yet, winter was coming in, he whined, ( Read more... )

Thursday, ungodly early hours.

Kakashi’s eye popped open, and he almost panicked when he realized he was not in his own bed.

Excuse us, he did panic.

He was in Iruka’s bed!

The jounin sat up as though he was made of springs and not flesh and bones, and stared around himself in horror. What had he done? What had they done? Had they…? He knew he had a ( Read more... )

Wednesday, midnight.

"I will pay."

"No, I will be the one paying."

"But I want to pay!"

"Tsh, shut up and put that thing away. I'm paying."

"But, but-"

"I'm paying, end of question!"

"No! I want to pay! Is that so hard to understand?!"

"Uh, dears, how about if you-"

"Yes. Now, how much was-"

"Freakin' jounin! I said I want to pa-"

Kakashi clamped his hand ( Read more... )

Wednesday night, a few minutes later.

“What are you doing?”

“I, well, uh… waiting.”

“For what?” Iruka said with a flat look, “You are soaked and still standing in the middle of my hall dripping. Idiot. Bigger than Naruto.”

“Pff, I am-“

“Kakashi, shut up.” The chuunin cut him off and moved close, roughly tugging his kimono off of him. He touched the ( Read more... )

Wednesday night, an hour later.

Kakashi trudged along the muddy streets in what was now a full-scale rain, hungry like a wolf and desperate to reach the chuunin in front of him. He knew that the other's anger must have died down by now... it must have, judging by his declining pace. The jounin shivered - his kimono wasn't really keeping him warm ( Read more... )

Wednesday, even more later.

The perfect wife sat on his cousin’s bed and watched her leaf through her books with a bored look on his face, trying to recover the pride the young chuunin had stomped absolutely flat, like one would a bug. So horribly flat…

He gave up.

“Yotsuyuuuuuuu-itokoooooooo…”

“Oh, quit whining, Kakashi-chan.”

The jounin growled, and ( Read more... )