I own nothing.
"Gai-sensei! Look!"
Sometimes, Kakashi laments the fact that he and Gai happen to like to get breakfast from the same restaurant. He also laments the fact that, though he's fast he isn't quite fast enough to avoid ending up sitting at the same table as Gai and he laments that none of the other restaurants open at the necessary hour for him to bail and find food somewhere else.
Being in Gai's company, Kakashi has occasion this morning to see something… interesting.
His old annoyance seems to have gotten himself a little clone.
Gai's student Lee has made some, err, alterations, if you want to call them that, to his appearance. The long braid's been chopped off and his former hairstyle has been replaced with a bowl cut that doesn't look any more attractive on him than it does on his sensei.
What Kakashi really notices, though, is that Lee is now very… green. And orange, if the eyes wander to his shins.
Dear God. Gai's hideous taste in fashion has been passed to the next generation.
Armageddon in three… two… one…
Kakashi is deeply disappointed when the world does not end on schedule.
"Gai-sensei! I have adopted the youthful clothes of training that you have recommended to us!"
"You should sue for trademark infringement," Kakashi mutters over the top of the copy of Icha Icha he's whipped out to shield himself from this newborn monstrosity.
Gai is too busy collapsing to the ground weeping youthful tears of joy to notice.
Naturally.