This is my first fic in my failed attempt to write a fic a day for a week. Oh well.
"Iruka?" Kakashi mumbled around his toothbrush. The two of them where standing in their cramped, peach-colored bathroom brushing teeth and generally getting ready for bead.
"Hmm?" Iruka hummed in response, glancing at the taller man beside him.
"Why do you brush your hair at night?"
Iruka shrugged and continued brushing.
"I mean," Kakashi continued, "your just going to go to sleep and get it all tangled again."
Iruka shrugged again and continued gently dragging the brush though his long black locks.
"I guess it's better to brush it and have it get tangled again than just not brush it at all." Iruka decided after a time. There was silence for a while, save for the quiet scraping of Irukas hairbrush and the constant rasping of Kakashi's toothbrush. After a time, that too stopped and Iruka felt a slight tug on his hair.
Kakashi had gently grabbed some of his dark hair and was twirling it between his fingers.
"But it's so soft like this." Kakashi rubbed it against his unmasked face, eyes closed almost like a cat. "And it smells good." He murmured as he sniffed at the strands in his fingers. "I like it." he very nearly purred.
The next morning, Kakashi slowly awoke to the mysterious sound of soft scratching. He groggily opened one eye. Iruka was sitting on the opposite side of the bed, gently brushing his hair. Kakashi smiled as he rose, planting a soft kiss on Iruka's shoulder as he brought his arms around the smaller man.
"Good morning."
There we go :)
Ooohh! I discovered a new smiley thingy: O or : 0 or : o.
Amazing. (I know. I'm an idiot.)
Today, we shall have a poem, because I can't think of a story:
Today,
we shall have a story.
Because I cant think,
of a story.
Hehehehe. Hey! At least I thought it was funny. -sulk- anyways, review please! Flames will be used to cook my dinner tonight.