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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 like his flask vest normally would.
Damn, he missed dinner. (And mourned the two ruined bento boxes.)
"Iru...ka..." He said, a little hesitant, as he caught up to the chuunin.
The other's face was still red with anger.
"What?! If you are going to come with a 'good nins don't lose their cool even when insulted straight in the face at least fifty times' speech, then keep it to yourself, Kakashi-sama!" He spat, and the older man winced a bit. Oh gods, Ojisan, what on earth have you unleashed?
"Look, Iruka, I'm sorry, I-"
"It doesn't matter!!"
Kakashi stared with his one good eye. The other glanced at him.
"I'm sorry..." Iruka mumbled, still speeding through the muddy streets of Konoha, his eyes meeting the jounin's again for a moment, then quickly looking away, away at the mud below.
The jounin began to huff a bit as he kept pace, today's training and lack of food tired him well, not to mention the emotional strains. Why was Iruka apologizing?
"I-" he tried to begin, but thunder clasped back toward the estate. He shivered, turned around, and stood still, engrossed in the sight of the enlightened mountain, the blue towers, the streak on the sky... He turned around, and the chuunin was gone.
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Wednesday night, half an hour later.
Iruka dried his hair with an old towel that scratched his skin and made him shiver, in the most unpleasant of ways. He wished he could have a new one… a silky one, a soft one, one with nice little decorations on it, one that said, ‘I don’t come from the supermarket or anywhere cheap’.
He fumed, and threw it onto the floor.
Damn those rich bastards! Just how on earth do they come to criticize him, he, who works each day from five am to five pm for their village, while they sit at home pretty?! Jounins, he despised them, they never know the true meaning of hard work, oh no, they can’t even fix their own toilets! (Respect to the exception, of course…)
“Aurgh!” He rattled around for a teapot, but could not seem to find one for the life of him. He hated his kitchen! He hated-
The bell rang, and the chuunin stomped to his front door.
“What is it?!” He growled, not even caring who stood there.
“… I, umm… chocolate?”
Iruka blinked, and saw Kakashi, drenched to the bone in his formal attire, looking so utterly miserable with a box of chocolates the chuunin could do nothing but grab the front of his kimono and pull him in, closing the door with a well placed kick.
The jounin stood still in the middle of his small hall, bits of mud dripping onto the stone from his clothes and sandal. He offered the sweets again.
“I brought this for you…”
The academy sensei, had he not been cold to the bone, and clad in just his boxers, and on top of that been offended by some very stuck up people numerous times so that he threw two bento boxes at them, would probably have accepted the pricey box of indulgence with great glee, but as of the moment he most definitely was cold, in but a boxer, and still offended, so he took the thing, and threw it at the Hatake.
He looked surprised, and watched as Iruka stomped off to the kitchen.
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