„What are you doing

„What are you doing?" asked Kakashi incredulously.

"Redecorating," Iruka smiled sheepishly and returned to his task.

"By tearing the whole apartment down?" the Copy-Nin kicked a piece of what once was probably a couch. Or a table. One couldn't be sure.

"Well… Not exactly," Iruka giggled nervously. "Technically speaking, it wasn't me who destroyed our living room."

"Ah…" drawled out Kakashi. "That explains a lot." Not.

The chunnin just nodded and proceeded to rip down a piece of strangely colored tapestry. Wasn't it green just a week ago? And is that a bloodstain in the corner? Kakashi took a closer look. Ketchup.

He didn't even want to know where a pile of sticky goo next to his foot came from.

"So what exactly happened in here?" the jounnin tried his luck again. Iruka gave up on scrubing a burned spot on the wall where their plasma TV used to hang, and turned around.

"Sasuke, Naruto and Tsunade were playing charades."

"Oh," not a nice mental image. "Is the kitchen safe?"

"Don't know. Gai and Anko took care of the cooking. I couldn't muster up the courage to go and check."

"The bedroom?"

"Genma and Raidou almost did no damage, but then Kotetsu and Izumo joined them, so everything got out of control."

"At least the bathroom should be in tact."

"I think Tenzou had a little accident with Asuma and Kurenai, but it's hard to tell with that level of destruction."

A wall to the study room chose that moment to crumble down, revealing a kind of battlefield. Kakashi heaved a huge sign.

"So I take it my birthday party was a success?"

"Yeah, it's a shame you missed it," Iruka gave his lover a tight hug and a sweet kiss. "Oh, and honey, I think we need a new house."