Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, blah blah blah.

Warnings: Shounen-ai, fluff, impure thoughts XD, some swearing, and kitties!

Authors Notes: Do you know those really sadistic people who won't update until they get a certain amount of reviews? Well I am not one of those people. Hell, you don't even have to read this stupid fic if you don't want to. Society sucks. Oh, and the characters may be oc...I don't know...

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'blah' thoughts

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Kitties Dancing in the Rain

Kakashi sighed.

It was raining. Hard.

But of course, being the extremely smart and gifted jounin he was, he had had the foresight to have had brought and umbrella.

'Ah...the advantages of being a super genius...' he thought as he pensively twirled his umbrella. (Which was sparkly, and a fluorescent pink. XD)

Today they had had a particularly annoying C-class mission that included soap, water, and seven very dirty cats. That's right. Cats. By the end of the day they were soaked, chewed up, and missing a few fingers. He chuckled as he remembered the condition of (what was left) of his students. Sakura looked reminiscent of a wet rat, Sasuke needed his hands amputated badly, and Naruto's face was beyond human comprehension.

A grin spread on Kakashi's face that was nothing but sadistic. It wasn't his fault. Harassing people and being extremely perverted and annoying was just in his nature. He just loved to see Naruto's little pissed-off face or Sakura's very large forehead scrunched up in a frown whenever he was half a day late and constructed a ridiculously extravagant tale of why he was. Of course it was a lie. Kakashi also tended to be a compulsive liar. But oh, the fun he had. He loved picking on his team—of Sasuke never showed any sign of emotion, but he could live with that. Naruto could scream loud enough for both of them.

And then there was Iruka.

He didn't know if it was the chuunin's tendency to blush at every little or the way intensive stammering usually followed those blushes, but he just couldn't pass up the opportunity of poking fun at him. The man emanated cute. From the scar, to the hair. And...he was polite. As in, if he saw someone he knew walking down the street, he would actually be happy to see them! Iruka was truly a mystery. Kakashi had no clue how a chuunin could be nice to someone (and really mean it).

'And Iruka was---WAIT A MINUTE. Why am I thinking about Iruka for more than ten minutes? Why am I even thinking about him?! And why do I find him so goddamn cute?!!'

' ...I need a hobby...Maybe I should take up stamp collecting...'

And with his mind occupied with the very articulate categorization of stamps by size and amount, Kakashi started humming the tune to Dancing in the Rain.

"Dancing in the Rain! La, la, la, la, Dancing in the Rain! La, la, la—HOLY CRAP!!"

Our favorite perverted jounin was so caught up in his thoughts of stamps, porn, and other totally useless paraphernalia, that he didn't notice the black figure looming up ahead.

Kakashi's ninja mode switched from off to on. He was about to run and tackle the mysterious offender, when he noticed a familiar bushy ponytail.

'Oh boy...'

Kakashi warily walked forward towards Iruka's soaked form through the downpour. He seemed to be kneeling down, holding his stomach, seemingly unaware of the rain.

'Eww...I think he's puking...' Kakashi thought, face scrunching up in disgust. As if cue, Iruka looked behind him catching sight of Kakashi.

'Shit! The jig is up!!' The brief thought of throwing his hands up like in those old reruns of K911 that Kiba loves to watch (he actually used this valuable piece of information against the kid for two whole months) flashed through his mind, but he quickly excluded the idea. He wasn't stupid. (AN: :3)

Iruka stood up, a confused look on his puke-free face, still clutching his stomach. Kakashi didn't know if it was the rain distorting his vision, but Iruka's stomach looked...bigger. 'Hope he's not preggo... Wait, men don't get pregnant! 0 0'

"Kakashi? What are you doing out here in the rain? You could get seriously sick." Kakashi raised an eyebrow, walking over to the sopping wet chuunin until both of them were under his sparkly pink umbrella.

"I should be asking you the same question. I was just walking along, orchestrating the most wonderful ballad, and you go and interrupt me!! I don't care if your bitch threw you out, you have no right disrupting other people when they're orchestratin'!!!"

Iruka blushed indignantly.

"K-Kakashi! I don't have a-"

Meow

Both of them were immediately silenced by the muffled sound. They both looked down at the bulge in Iruka's shirt. Kakashi blinked as a soaked kitten emerged from the depths of Iruka's chuunin vest, followed by another. They blinked their amber eyes owlishly at Kakashi, meowing repeatedly. Kakashi glanced from the cats to Iruka, not fully comprehending why Iruka was stowing away wet cats in his clothes. Iruka grinned sheepishly.

"I was walking home when I spotted these two huddled near a trashcan. They looked underfed, so I decided to take them home with me. I live alone, so I could use the company."

Kakashi's eye twitched. 'He's out here, soaking wet, for some dumb CATS? What is he? Nuts? I mean, they're cats for crying out loud!! And if he wants company why not get laid? That's what I do...' He blinked again when he noticed that Iruka was talking again.

"It's freezing out here Kakashi-sensei! You could catch pneumonia and have to stay home in bed—Naruto and the others will be very disappointed with you... " (There was more but Kakashi's short attention span kicked in.)

Iruka sneezed and Kakashi was suddenly aware of the other's man state. And to tell you the truth he liked what he saw. Iruka's clothes clung to him like a second skin and he could clearly see his lithe form through the thin fabric. Raindrops teasingly made their way down his flushed face as Iruka violently shivered. His mind was soon overrun with many, many X-rated images all-revolving around the man in front of him. Kakashi struggled to contain the blood that was about to drip in torrents from his nose.

"Kakashi? Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?" Iruka sneezed again, almost dropping the cats in the process.

He nearly jumped into Kakashi's arms when a loud crack of thunder was heard not too far away. You see, Iruka had always had this inane fear of thunderstorms. He had no clue why. Maybe it was the thunder, or the lightning and the rough winds. Or maybe it was the fact that he was alone. Whatever the reason, right now he was wet, cold, and scared as hell. Not to mention he had two equally frightened kitties stuffed down his shirt. And the only one around was Kakashi. Why? Because the authoress loves clichés and coincidences. Not to mention Kakashi wasn't exactly his most favorite person to be around. He was perverted. He was constantly late and always lied about why he was. He liked to hurt people's feelings. But most of all, he picked on him! Unmercifully! But despite all that, Kakashi was still the only one there for him right now, with his one sleepy eye and pink umbrella.

Kakashi nearly had a heart attack. Not because of the thunder, but because he had been this close to having glomped Iruka. And now Iruka was looking very much like an adorable stray puppy. His eyes looked ridiculously big and shiny. He thought he even heard him whimper! He looked really scared...

Kakashi sighed.

"Come on...my house isn't too far away from here..."

AN: I know. It's short and crappy. But oh well...life's like that. And just a reminder to the people who actually care, THIS IS NOT THE END!!! (Though it does seem like it...) If you want, review. If you don't...whatever. I won't kill you. ;P