Whooo
First ten promts get written.
THIS IS MY FAVORITE MEME.
You don't have to do it if you wan't want too. Don't feel obligated in the leeeast.
Expect crack.
EDIT: One down, nine to go. DAMN that was fast. :D
THIS IS MY FAVORITE MEME.
You don't have to do it if you wan't want too. Don't feel obligated in the leeeast.
Expect crack.
EDIT: One down, nine to go. DAMN that was fast. :D
*cracks knuckles*
The Pagent.
Kakashi was going to die.
It wasn't because he was too slow.
It wasn't because he'd been given bad information.
It wasn't because his team mates had fucked up.
It wasn't anyone's fault but his own.
If he could stop laughing, maybe.
Oh, sure, Ibiki was laughing too, but Ibiki was laughing on the inside, collar up, eyes crinkling, shoulder's going up and down.
And Ibiki wasn't the boyfriend, was he? Ibiki was the man in charge of the operation. Ibiki was just, adding gas to the fire. Standing there. Chuckling.
And Kakashi was going to DIE.
"You BASTARD!" Iruka was howling now, untangling from the evening gown and trying to get his stilletto off so he could stab Kakashi in the eyes. "This'll be FUN, you said! Think of the MISSION! You SAID! We'll get to spend TIME TOGETHER, you said! You FUCKER!"
"It's true though-" Kakashi whimpered out between giggles. He was doubled over both to defend his delicate bits (should have worn a cup) and because his belly ached with the raw glee of the situation. "It's, heheheeeeeee,"
"YOU DIDN'T SAY YOU WERE GOING TO BE A DAMN JUDGE!"
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA," Kakashi gave up and fell over, realized he could see up Iruka's torn skirt, and began to roll about like a puppy with a bit of rope. "AHAHHBWAHAHAHHAAAA-AHH-AHHHH!"
"I Got WAXED!"
And I, have pictures, Ibiki thought smugly. He'd save Kakashi.
Eventually.
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