OMG so much clutter… TTTT I'm currently, er, well, was cleaning off my desk and stuff to make room for my book shelf. It's er, very complicatied so… yeah. Hey, anyway, as I was cleaning, I came across a million notebooks, lol, and found one of them that had like a bunch of stories I had tried to write… tried. Anyway, here's one of them (hope it's enjoyable and doesn't painfully torture any unfortunate readers):

PS: Warning: Run on sentences… although, well.. okay, not run on, but they are quite long and have lots of appropriate commas. Yeah.

Summary: Tis a lovely spring day in Konoha...until Kakashi is met by a...er, problem, let's say. Yes, there is a plot, gasp, and it is Kakashi and Iruka, but not necessarily KakaIru. Enjoy...or at least try to.

Solution

The sun emitted a warm, gentle light, as it usually does on days like this one. A cool breeze weaved through the sweet spring air in the village of Konoha. Many women were at the market this morning, and many men were out doing their jobs as carpenters or store keepers and such like that. Kids were at the ninja academy, learning how to be the best ninja ever. Such and such like that went on that day.

That day, a silver haired jounin, a fairly well known silver haired jounin, was roaming the mostly empty street. An uneducated one might have thought he was an old man, but this man walked with the air of a young man—because he is one. He had a hand in his pocket, and his other hand held a small, orange book that should not be read by young children (aka Icha Icha Paradise) up to his face. Speaking of his face, you only saw the right eye of it. The lower half of the man's face is covered by a mask, and the left eye is covered by his headband that confirmed he is indeed a Konoha ninja. This ninja is also known as the Copy Ninja, for… reasons most already know. Yes, indeed, this is Hatake Kakashi.

Kakashi stopped to turn a page of the little orange book that should not be read by young children, but before he read on, he glanced up at the clear blue sky and closed his eye in a peaceful manner. It felt good, basking in the warm sun, and so, Hatake Kakashi decided that day was a good day.

After basking in the warm sun for long enough, he stepped into the shade of a tree whose branches ignored the boundary of the tall wooden fence beside it and decided to lazily drape themselves over the top of it, tickling the tops of heads of tall passersby. He leaned against the wooden fence whose boundaries were ignored, and silently sighed in bliss as the cool breeze reached him and tousled his mop of silver hair. It was perfect, only…

Walking up the street from the opposite direction Kakashi came from, were two women who gossiped loudly with each other. One of them suddenly caught Kakashi in his moment of bliss, and immediately dazed off with glazed over eyes. Naturally, this stopped the other woman as she was explaining exactly why one lady was such a bitch and didn't deserve her man, and she, too, turned and dazed off at Kakashi in his moment of joyful bliss. Which wasn't going to be very joyful, or blissful, anymore. It was going to be torturous torture.

The first woman made an attempt to approach Kakashi. An attempt, because the second woman shoved her, with surprising force, onto the street where the first lady nearly got ran over by a ramen deliverer, who had tons of ramen, on a bike. The first lady quickly got up, with surprising agility, and shoved the ramen deliverer off, and lifted the bike, also with surprising force, over her head, prepared to hurl it at the second woman. Prepared, because suddenly she found that she wasn't holding the bike anymore. Kakashi gently set the bike down and wheeled it over to its rightful owner, meanwhile thinking that the two women had potential to be splendid kunoichi, and also thinking how they both reminded him of Sakura and Ino fighting over Sasuke, and then thinking maybe it was best that they weren't kunoichi after all.

The two women brushed themselves off, got up, quickly turned their backs to Kakashi for a few seconds and then turned back around. Kakashi realized it was for a little touch up on their make up. Kakashi also realized that wasn't the only thing they touched up: their shirts seemed to show much more cleavage than they did before, their skirts showed much more thigh than they did before, and their face… seemed a lot more kissy fish lips like than before. It was almost worse than the jounin's worst nightmare. Then, they talked.

"Hey there, handsome," the first woman purred. Kakashi would have done the Loud Nervous Gulp they usually do in cartoons, but that isn't very Kakashi-like now, is it? The woman's lips puckered up like she was sucking on a lemon. Suddenly, the Copy Ninja saw someone who could be his savior. He waited for the "Stop right there, you evil villainous woman! Unhand that young man!" to be said in a grandeur manner by his savior. He waited, and waited, and waited. As if in slow motion, the savior opened his mouth and said…:

"Hey, that's my ramen, right?"

Yeah, only in Hatake Kakashi's dreams would the "savior" say something even vaguely along the lines of the grandeur lines. The blond, hyperactive ninja was talking to the ramen deliverer who was just on the verge to hop on his bike and go 150 mph.

"Naruto! Just the one I needed to see!"

The blond turned around.

"Eh, Kakashi-sensei?" He waved in a friendly manner. "What are you doing here? Who are those ladies?" Naruto broke out into a sly grin. "Ohh…I know. Hehe. That's okay, Kakashi-sensei, you can talk to me later!"

Kakashi shook his head.

"No! It's not like—oi! Naruto! I-I need to talk to you now!"

Naruto waved as he walked back down the street. "See ya later, sensei!"

Kakashi's means of escape was gone. The first woman inched up even closer. Kakashi thought: And then, they smelled.

He tried not to gag from the heavy cloud of perfume cutting off his air source. That was when he decided he might just buy a heavy duty gas mask for these sorts of unfortunate events.

Suddenly that cloud of perfume was gone, but unfortunately, another one of a different scent replaced it. It was much heavier and deadly. Kakashi seriously considered buying a gas mask and wearing it 24/7, due to his newly developed paranoia. This second woman tried to spark up a conversation.

"So how're ya doin', honey?" she asked sweetly.

"-cough-"

"Y'know you're a real cutie."

"-choke-"

"Oh, you're one of those silent types, aren't ya?" she giggled. Kakashi wondered what happened to the first woman. But believe it! or not, the perfume was so thick, Kakashi abandoned all logic because he seriously doubted even the Hyuuga's Byakuugan could see through it. He guessed she was knocked out. Maybe suffocated by her own perfume.

"You're so adorable! And I have you all to myself!"

"-wheeze-" Kakashi suffocated. But then, Kami-sama must have showed mercy to Kakashi, for he no longer suffocated from the heavy perfume cloud. He cautiously opened his eye and saw…

Gasp! Who could it be?!!! Stay tuned, for the next chapter!!! (there's going to be two more)

Stupid title, isn't it? sigh. Oh well. It was a decent summary, wasn't it:)