Fic!!!
Egad, the pinkness clashes with my icon. X|
And now, directly from Konohakagure.....
Rating: G
Genre: humor
Summary: Hatake Kakashi will never live this down. Oneshot, semi-sequel to Countermeasures 101.
Title:
Countermeasures 102
Three hours later, Kakashi-sensei finally showed up. By then it was high noon, and his students, who had dozed off with their backs against the sun-heated wooden rails of the bridge, jerked to attention as his lazy voice echoed from the canopy posts above them.
"Hi, guys! Sorry I'm late, I lost a bet and then I had to go home and change...."
Kakashi trailed off. His team had never believed him before, and he had hoped against hope that this time would be no different, but the usual rants about his chronic tardiness did not materialize. Naruto's jaw had hit the planks with a resounding clang. Sakura's eyes were round with shock, and even the notoriously unflappable Sasuke was staring in disbelief.
"Sensei?" Naruto raised a trembling hand to point up at his teacher. "There are palm trees all over your shirt....."
Kakashi glanced down at the garish red-and-cobalt pattern and looked back at his students, attempting to convey the impression that there was nothing noteworthy at all about his being out of uniform for the first time since they'd met him.
"And penguins," said Naruto in awe. "Are those really penguins?"
"This isn't an illusion." Sasuke frowned, his mirror-wheel eyes gleaming red under quizzical brows. "For whatever reason, what we're seeing is what's really there."
Sakura, peering accusingly at her teacher, exclaimed, "And you're wearing sweatpants? You can't be -- no, I take that back. Nobody would try to fool us with such a lousy doppelganger."
"I told you," deadpanned Kakashi, "I lost a bet. Don't you want to hear about today's mission?"
"You're not going to explain!?" howled Naruto... but Sakura's eyes had moved with dawning horror to the green cuffs protruding from the sleeves of Kakashi's awful shirt. She'd always been the brightest of the three. Kakashi dropped lightly to the ground, narrowing his one visible eye in warning, but before he could figure out how to shut her up, another ninja landed beside him.
"Ah, there you are, my eternal rival...!" Maito Gai's shiny grin faltered as he looked Kakashi up and down. Then it came back -- shinier than ever. "Hah! It's just like you to be as proud in defeat as in victory. Taking refuge in technicalities, eh? But I am unfazed! You won't last long wearing so many layers in this weather. And think of the example you're giving your precious pupils!!"
Behind him, Gai's students were eyeing Kakashi with frustrated sympathy -- except for Rock Lee, who mirrored his mentor's blinding grin and added an encouraging thumbs-up. Naruto was also grinning now; Sakura's shock had given way to mad giggles, and Sasuke's brain had apparently shut down entirely. And the sun, unmindful of the travails of a poor jounin who really didn't want to take off his tropical shirt, was beating down from the heavens like a thousand brass gongs.
A line of sweat, triggered by various forms of aggravation, trickled under Kakashi's mask. The worst part, of course, was the fact that the green jumpsuit was the most comfortable garment he had worn in his life. But that, if he had his way, was a fact that Gai would never, ever have to know.
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And now, directly from Konohakagure.....
Rating: G
Genre: humor
Summary: Hatake Kakashi will never live this down. Oneshot, semi-sequel to Countermeasures 101.
Title:
Countermeasures 102
Three hours later, Kakashi-sensei finally showed up. By then it was high noon, and his students, who had dozed off with their backs against the sun-heated wooden rails of the bridge, jerked to attention as his lazy voice echoed from the canopy posts above them.
"Hi, guys! Sorry I'm late, I lost a bet and then I had to go home and change...."
Kakashi trailed off. His team had never believed him before, and he had hoped against hope that this time would be no different, but the usual rants about his chronic tardiness did not materialize. Naruto's jaw had hit the planks with a resounding clang. Sakura's eyes were round with shock, and even the notoriously unflappable Sasuke was staring in disbelief.
"Sensei?" Naruto raised a trembling hand to point up at his teacher. "There are palm trees all over your shirt....."
Kakashi glanced down at the garish red-and-cobalt pattern and looked back at his students, attempting to convey the impression that there was nothing noteworthy at all about his being out of uniform for the first time since they'd met him.
"And penguins," said Naruto in awe. "Are those really penguins?"
"This isn't an illusion." Sasuke frowned, his mirror-wheel eyes gleaming red under quizzical brows. "For whatever reason, what we're seeing is what's really there."
Sakura, peering accusingly at her teacher, exclaimed, "And you're wearing sweatpants? You can't be -- no, I take that back. Nobody would try to fool us with such a lousy doppelganger."
"I told you," deadpanned Kakashi, "I lost a bet. Don't you want to hear about today's mission?"
"You're not going to explain!?" howled Naruto... but Sakura's eyes had moved with dawning horror to the green cuffs protruding from the sleeves of Kakashi's awful shirt. She'd always been the brightest of the three. Kakashi dropped lightly to the ground, narrowing his one visible eye in warning, but before he could figure out how to shut her up, another ninja landed beside him.
"Ah, there you are, my eternal rival...!" Maito Gai's shiny grin faltered as he looked Kakashi up and down. Then it came back -- shinier than ever. "Hah! It's just like you to be as proud in defeat as in victory. Taking refuge in technicalities, eh? But I am unfazed! You won't last long wearing so many layers in this weather. And think of the example you're giving your precious pupils!!"
Behind him, Gai's students were eyeing Kakashi with frustrated sympathy -- except for Rock Lee, who mirrored his mentor's blinding grin and added an encouraging thumbs-up. Naruto was also grinning now; Sakura's shock had given way to mad giggles, and Sasuke's brain had apparently shut down entirely. And the sun, unmindful of the travails of a poor jounin who really didn't want to take off his tropical shirt, was beating down from the heavens like a thousand brass gongs.
A line of sweat, triggered by various forms of aggravation, trickled under Kakashi's mask. The worst part, of course, was the fact that the green jumpsuit was the most comfortable garment he had worn in his life. But that, if he had his way, was a fact that Gai would never, ever have to know.
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