Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Naruto. I only own the plot.
Warnings: Could be taken as Kakairu.
Author's Note: Something that came up at the spur of the moment, I really don't know where it came from.
The Question
Iruka was intrigued. He didn't really know the copy-cat ninja. He heard of him of course, who haven't? Heard of the terrible power Hatake held and of his persistent tardiness and slothful, yet pervert appearance. He seen him in the mission room, but never really give much thought about him. The mission reports were impeccable, a contrast that belies Hatake's seemingly laziness. Iruka certainly in that short time frame hadn't spoken more than a few words with the man; Words that usually consist of "Thank you for your hard work," and "Good afternoon" and other such saying.
Once Naruto had became a part of team seven, Iruka had promptly gone to met him and possible assess him. Then, he was angered by the chunnin nomination before bitterly and perhaps jealously realizing that Kakashi was right. Yet the cruel anger during that brief meeting and the seemingly gentleness of forgiveness and understanding of Iruka through lending him Pakkun were conflicting. It seemed strange that the famed ninja was so at odds with him self.
Yet it wasn't this ambiguous that interest him. Iruka, after noticing something about Hatake that called his attention, was now curious about the other man. It was the smallest of things that had caught his eye but it was the very thing that sparked him to become friends with the master of over a thousand ninjustus.
After months of becoming friends and steadily maintaining a high level of trust between really good comrades, Iruka felt it was now safe to ask Kakashi about the very thing that prompted him to befriend the individual. So with this thought firmly in mind, Iruka planned an evening of dinner at a simple local restaurant and then retiring to his apartment for drinks and conversations. In which, Iruka would ease in the question in the time frame of an hour, preferably half an hour into their usual discussion.
The plan as meticulous as it was went off without a hitch. It was when they were both relaxed and lounging on the worn blue couch with cups two-thirds filled of sake in hand, but they were both not yet drunk, only slightly tipsy, that Iruka sprung the question.
"So, Kakashi, I've been meaning to ask you this for awhile, but I didn't have a chance yet," started Iruka. "Um, why, why do you have only one strand of black hair among all of the rest of your hair?"
Kakashi raised an eyebrow and Iruka rushed out the rest of his words before he lost his momentum. "I mean, I don't get it. I looked and checked and no matter what; you only have one strand of black. It's completely different from the rest of your hair color. It doesn't seem natural but it doesn't seem fake either. I should know, I mean, I checked…ah, what to say is why?"
Iruka finished with a blush, as he shifted uncomfortably under Kakashi's amused gaze.
"That's all you want to know?" teased Kakashi. 'You sure you don't have any other questions for me, like how long is my di—…."
Here Iruka had slammed his hand over Kakashi's mouth, stopping the continuation of that sentence. "No. I mean, yes, only that question."
Kakashi shrugged. "It got you to be my friend didn't it?"