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Tuesday, around lunch.
Kakashi, had he not been transformed into a bird at the moment, would have sighed at the clumsy attempts of tracking the little devils were showing. He just had no patience for children, especially those of the not bright kind.
… Naruto excluded. He was fun to get a rise out of.
But anyway, he was now waiting for the chuunin to leave and check the tracks he set up that morning, so the copy nin in turn could check his prints on the damp ground. He needed to know how the sweet consumption had affected his friend physically first, so he could determine a base plan, and since he could not ask Iruka to undress…
Iruka-is-not-gay-and-neither-am-I, the Kakashi-bird shook its head, frustrated.
Finally, Iruka left.
The kids sat in a small group at the base of a tree, excited and nervous, already split up into their groups. They were all young, less then ten, he even dared eight, so they weren’t that far from Konoha and the sensei alone was enough to watch over them… Probably their first tracking practice.
The jounin transformed back to normal and jumped out of the tree, landing softly where the sensei had just stood.
Two boys and a girl screamed in surprise.
He ignored them, and pulled up his hitai-ate for closer inspection. He cursed under his breath. At least 66.8! He was supposed to be point two! That was not good… he had to do something, and he had to do it qui-
He caught a few kunai lazily.
-ck for Iruka’s sake.
“Who the fuck are you?! Whaddya want?!”
“W-wait, we shouldn-“
“Yeah! You think you can mess with us, huh?!”
“Idiots, let’s wait for-“
“We’ll show you!”
“Yeah!”
“Guys, I don’t think this is such a…”
One of the twerps charged at him, and Kakashi debated on what he should do. He settled on side-stepping in the end, and let the kid run into the tree behind him… the brat bounced off almost comically, and fell to the forest floor with a loud thump.
No real injuries. He adjusted the cloth over his sharingan.
“… Maa, well, it was nice talking to you all, but I got to go now. Remember: I wasn’t here.” Kakashi drawled to the students, and was about to disappear in a puff of smoke when…
“Kakashi!!”
He sweat dropped. Found out, oh joy.
The jounin turned around, slouched lazily, both hands in his pockets, with an utterly bored look on his… quarter of a face. Iruka jumped off of another tree, and made his way to him with hurried steps, worry clearly written over his features.
“Kakashi?” he called again, this time like he was cooing the older man, “Is there something wrong? Has something…?”
“Nooo…” The jounin shifted his weight, and pulled out his book. “I was just bored.” He drawled yet again.
He felt Iruka’s murderous intent the moment his eye was on page 69.
“PUT THAT THING AWAY, YOU ARE IN FRONT OF CHILDREN, FOR THE SAKE OF THE GODS!”
“So? Shame on them if they know what’s in it, they must have looked at daddy’s, and shame on them if they can’t figure it out based on your reaction just now.” Smirking, the copy nin turned a page.
The chuunin sputtered, and the gray haired man saw his hand stray toward his shuriken pouch, but in the end, he just snorted angrily.
“I give up…” He sighed, and turned toward his students, ignoring the jounin. “Alright, class, your ‘mission’ will be to…”
How irritating. He hated being ignored.
Four teams ran off, and left the two men alone in the small clearing.
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