Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Summary: Kakashi begins to act a little strange after accidentally sniffing mineral spirits.
Warning: Kakashi is totally out of Character, but don't worry after his brain gets vented, he'll be back to his cool procastinator self. Besides this is humor so don't take anything that happens here seriously okay?
Cat Fever
Chapter 1:Awkwaaaaarrrrd
"Word of advice Kakashi whenever you're in my shop," I explained calmly before yelling, "IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS DON'T SNIFF IT!"
"Oh right," Kakashi choked as he put the lid on Picante Sauce jar I had been using for my highly stinky brush cleaner, "I'll . . . Remember that."
Kakashi tried to smile at me beneath his mask but his crinkling nose made his face look constipated. To me nothing is more stinky than the smell of Salsa and chemical fumes. Compare Kakashi's nose to mine and Kakashi has the nose of a Norwegian Lung hound. Problem is the stronger the nose the stronger the chemical fumes. Heck he was already off balance bouncing out the door grabbing at thin air with his fists.
"Kakashi what are grabbing at?" I wondered.
"Flying piggies!" Kakashi cheered. Oh great those fumes were already fogging up his brain.
"Okay that's it," I fumed, "Hey Murray I'm on break! Can you watch the counter, some ninja accidentally huffed Mineral Spirits again."
"Oakie Doakie," answered Murray. His expressive teal eyes sparkling beneath his mop of amber hair. Yeah Murray is my business partner and best friend. He's a simpleton at times but his loyalty is something I never take for grant it. He'll do anything for someone dear to him if that person is a good cook. Murray took his current knitting project and hopped to the counter. I hung my paint smock at the door and released my black French braid from it's usual bun before I ran after Kakashi. I didn't want the guy to suddenly think he could fly! He'd have been hospital patient number 36 that dived off the Hokage Monument.
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Kakashi swayed sideways. I ran out just in time to nab him out of the way of a speeding cart. I'm surprised he was able to keep a hold of his book. He looked so tanked. His lone black eye glazed over by the fuddy-duddiness in his brain.
"Kakashi," I stammered, "Y-you need to sit down."
". . . Huh?" he drawled his eyes glazed over. I don't think Kakashi's fogged mind came back to earth yet.
"Kakashi," I barked pointing to a bench, "Sit!"
WHOMPH
Kakashi flopped down to sit. His behind missed the bench and hit the rocks. He wiped the little pebbles off his hands. He stared in fascination of the little specks of dirt. Kakashi up and giggled. He seriously giggled like a school girl and usually he only does that when reading an erotica scene from the Icha Icha series.
"Tee-hee," He chortled and showed his skinned fingers to me, "Look, I fell on rocks."
"Uh-huh, yeah, not funny," I snorted as I slung his 148 pound frame onto the bench, thankful I didn't stop doing dodge ball to take up knitting, "Kakashi Hatake you're staying here, with me until your brain clears up. No use having a crack happy ninja who walks drunker than a skunk."
"But I'll be laaaate," Kakashi whined. I slumped down beside him on the bench. His brain was really fogged up if he just suddenly wants to be on time. Kakashi just does not do punctuality. If anything the last time he was on time was when Icha Icha Vintage hit the shelves and he ran over thirty thousand different people to get to it. The one thing he did do that was normal (for anyone who accidentally got high) was wobble for about five minutes before he passed out.