Drabble / Naruto
To tired to thiiiiiiiiiink... but happy! ^-^
I don't own the characters, blah...
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"I don't know what you put in that thing," said Iruka, choking back more laughter, "and I have the feeling that I don't want to either!"
"Just shut up..." Grumbled back the jounin, trying to clean the remains of the cake off from under his hitai-ate without actually taking said hitai-ate off. He tries to be nice just once... well, alright, it wasn't actually him being nice, it was rather him being gluttonous, and lusting after a damn cake.
A damn chocolate cake, of all things!
Iruka seemed close to pissing himself with laughter now.
"How was I supposed to know?!"
"Why... did you... even... try to... bake one, if you.... don't?" Gasped the chuunin back, face wet from tears of joy. (Just not a very nice joy, in Kakashi's opinion.)
The older man threw the cloth onto the counter, and padded into the bathroom.
"Come'n, stop pouting, you overgrown puss. I know a good confectioner's shop by the lane of Raddits."
"A good what?" Poked out Kakashi's, now clean of goo, but not quite clean of pout, face from the room.
"You know, the place where they make sweets, and cakes, and rolls and buns, and cookies... hold on... you don't know?"
Kakashi huffed.
"A ninja is not supposed to eat unhealthy things like sweets! Good physical condition is a keen to survival in the field, and that relies on a balanced and healthy diet, which does not consist of sweets, or cakes!"
"And that's why you were trying to bake one just now..."
Iruka knew Kakashi was blushing, even if all he could see of his friend's total face was a quarter. It made the little devil inside of him dance with glee. Ah, revenge was always sweet, yes!
"I... uh... umm..."
"What, no smart comeback now?"
"Shut up..."
"You've never been to one?"
"I was a prodigy child. Put it together with what I said, Iruka, and you got your answer."
The chuunin hummed softly, and watched as Kakashi cleaned up the remains of his experiment. He dangled his feet a little at the counter, the thing was dang high, even the jounin could (more than happily, Iruka once noticed) hang his feet in the air without effort, and he was taller than the Academy sensei! He felt... sorry, perhaps, maybe he should not have laughed, but...
He came in after several knocks and a shout that it was open, after all, they usually went out for some sake on Fridays, and since he got off early from Tsunade-sama today, he figured he should pop in, maybe they wanted to do something else with the more time on their necks, and just at the moment that he stepped into the kitchen... oh, gods, Kakashi was peaking into the oven, and pulling that horribly deformed thing out, and...
Iruka snickered.
Cake go boom!
"So, how come you're here?"
"Tsk, tsk, still sour at my witness, Hatake-sama?"
Sharingan no Kakashi stared the chuunin sensei down like the great mother hen he was.
"Did something go wrong?"
Iruka shifted, suddenly quite aware that he still had stitches in his left shoulder. And leg.
"Huh? Oh, no, nothing like that at all! I just got rewarded for being a good boy and not going around blowing up cakes."
"Maaa, one would think the polite Iruka-sensei of the Academy got kidnapped, hearing you. I can not imagine how the Hokages favor you with your continuous insolence. I would have kicked you out of the village after two minutes!"
"Nyeee, they like it. Makes them feel young."
"So, what do you want to do, now that you are free?"
Iruka grinned.
Kakashi didn't like the way he did.
"I'm gonna show you true, sweet looooooove... To the confectionery, my loyal sidekick!"
"You sooo drank from Tsunade's sake..."
I don't own the characters, blah...
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"I don't know what you put in that thing," said Iruka, choking back more laughter, "and I have the feeling that I don't want to either!"
"Just shut up..." Grumbled back the jounin, trying to clean the remains of the cake off from under his hitai-ate without actually taking said hitai-ate off. He tries to be nice just once... well, alright, it wasn't actually him being nice, it was rather him being gluttonous, and lusting after a damn cake.
A damn chocolate cake, of all things!
Iruka seemed close to pissing himself with laughter now.
"How was I supposed to know?!"
"Why... did you... even... try to... bake one, if you.... don't?" Gasped the chuunin back, face wet from tears of joy. (Just not a very nice joy, in Kakashi's opinion.)
The older man threw the cloth onto the counter, and padded into the bathroom.
"Come'n, stop pouting, you overgrown puss. I know a good confectioner's shop by the lane of Raddits."
"A good what?" Poked out Kakashi's, now clean of goo, but not quite clean of pout, face from the room.
"You know, the place where they make sweets, and cakes, and rolls and buns, and cookies... hold on... you don't know?"
Kakashi huffed.
"A ninja is not supposed to eat unhealthy things like sweets! Good physical condition is a keen to survival in the field, and that relies on a balanced and healthy diet, which does not consist of sweets, or cakes!"
"And that's why you were trying to bake one just now..."
Iruka knew Kakashi was blushing, even if all he could see of his friend's total face was a quarter. It made the little devil inside of him dance with glee. Ah, revenge was always sweet, yes!
"I... uh... umm..."
"What, no smart comeback now?"
"Shut up..."
"You've never been to one?"
"I was a prodigy child. Put it together with what I said, Iruka, and you got your answer."
The chuunin hummed softly, and watched as Kakashi cleaned up the remains of his experiment. He dangled his feet a little at the counter, the thing was dang high, even the jounin could (more than happily, Iruka once noticed) hang his feet in the air without effort, and he was taller than the Academy sensei! He felt... sorry, perhaps, maybe he should not have laughed, but...
He came in after several knocks and a shout that it was open, after all, they usually went out for some sake on Fridays, and since he got off early from Tsunade-sama today, he figured he should pop in, maybe they wanted to do something else with the more time on their necks, and just at the moment that he stepped into the kitchen... oh, gods, Kakashi was peaking into the oven, and pulling that horribly deformed thing out, and...
Iruka snickered.
Cake go boom!
"So, how come you're here?"
"Tsk, tsk, still sour at my witness, Hatake-sama?"
Sharingan no Kakashi stared the chuunin sensei down like the great mother hen he was.
"Did something go wrong?"
Iruka shifted, suddenly quite aware that he still had stitches in his left shoulder. And leg.
"Huh? Oh, no, nothing like that at all! I just got rewarded for being a good boy and not going around blowing up cakes."
"Maaa, one would think the polite Iruka-sensei of the Academy got kidnapped, hearing you. I can not imagine how the Hokages favor you with your continuous insolence. I would have kicked you out of the village after two minutes!"
"Nyeee, they like it. Makes them feel young."
"So, what do you want to do, now that you are free?"
Iruka grinned.
Kakashi didn't like the way he did.
"I'm gonna show you true, sweet looooooove... To the confectionery, my loyal sidekick!"
"You sooo drank from Tsunade's sake..."