Chapter 1: Oregano

Kakashi was standing in the aisle when he finally spotted it a little jar of oregano, it was the last one.

"Oh happy day!" Kakashi thought to himself.

He reached out for it and when he did there was another hand moving towards it. No way in hell was he going to let this person get it before him; he had been waiting forever to find the special herb needed for an old family recipe. He snatched it off the self with lightening speed.

He turned to see an irate brown haired woman with a few strands of gray. The slightly miffed middle age woman glared at him openly her blue eyes blazing absolute with fury. Kakashi really didn't feel all that guilty about the situation.

"I saw it first!" she complained staring up at him.

"Yeah, well that's too bad. It's now in my possession and I'm the one who's going to purchase it." He said lightly as he walked off.

She mumbled something at him but he just didn't care. He rubbed the little bottle of oregano against his masked face lovingly. Oh the possibilities. He could feel his mouth already salivating. As he started thinking of all the recipes that needed the special herb that was now in his hand.

He felt bad for jilting the woman and for his little comment to her but damn it he really wanted it. The last jar of oregano had run out on him two months ago. He was way too lazy then to do anything about it. Then as he was going through his mother's old recipes he spotted the one recipe that made his mouth salivate uncontrollably.

As he was walking away he didn't care to hear what the woman was mumbling under her breathe. It could be a jutsu for all he cared he wasn't going to give up the jar of oregano without someone prying it from his cold dead fingers.

Kakashi didn't really understand the important mistake he made not realizing he had just pissed off a witch. "May you be cursed, with an animal that is opposite your nature, everyday. Till you find the one who loves you, to take away your pain."

The woman chuckled to herself as the unsuspecting man walked to the cash register to purchase the last jar of oregano. The man was literally going to get his cake or in this case oregano and eat it too.

She put a hand to her mouth as a fit of coughing hit her from stifling her laugh to much.

She wondered what type of animal he would be changed into tomorrow morning.

She was hoping it was something he hated very much.