One day over Spring Break, I was such a big klutz and this story popped up out of nowhere! Enjoy!
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Kakashi Hatake just couldn't understand it. The greatest and most feared ninja in all Konoha really couldn't comprehend how this was happening.
Earlier today, he'd just been walking along, innocently reading his Icha Icha Novel like always when he was trying to avoid his team when all of the sudden he got hit by a glop of something on top of his head.
…But he had been walking in a field, there was nothing overhead to drop something on him…a bird maybe? Kakashi had cautiously moved his fingers through his silver locks; he had pulled his fingers into his eyesight. Clear, sticky, and sweet smelling, he had brought his tongue out to taste it….Doughnut glaze?!
And that wasn't the last of it, now, just a second ago, Kakashi had gotten a strange spot on his vest. This time it was chicken salad, just randomly appearing on him. Was he being attacked by a cooking nin?
Kakashi met his team and told them that their mission was to buy their sensei lunch because he didn't think he could handle training right now with this mystery on hand. His team grumbled, but Naruto cheered at the thought of ramen.
They made it to Ichiraku's without any incident and Kakashi thought that maybe the onslaught was over. Oh how wrong he was….
His team unwillingly paid the bill for the food and left their sensei sitting at the counter to think. Kakashi seemed to be in the clear so he brightened and headed out into the street since training his team was out of the way for the day. He pulled out his book and turned to his favorite dog-eared page.
It was just getting to the good part when something white splashed onto his pants. What was it this time? Kakashi rolled his eyes and wiped the substance of his clothing, it was ice cream. Kakashi was seriously confused now, but he didn't have long to think about it because another glop of ice cream fell on his shoulder.
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Iruka smiled as his students ran out of the classroom when he released them for the day, another successful day without getting hit by a kunai or pencil.
The teacher packed up his papers for grading and cleaned the classroom before grabbing his bag and heading towards his apartment. The sun was just beginning to set and was turning the sky a nice shade of pink.
Iruka breathed in the cool evening air when he sensed some very distressed chakra near. He tensed and glanced around swiftly. The teacher relaxed when he realized it was just Kakashi….who looked very ….unlike the usual sensei. His silver hair was stiff and sticking out in all directions haphazardly. His clothes were disgruntled and wrinkled; his visible eye had a very visible twitch.
"Kakashi-sensei?" Iruka said cautiously but the jounin didn't seem to hear him.
Kakashi's eye twitched, "Must kill cooking nins…" he muttered.
Iruka tried putting a hand on the copy-nin's shoulder but pulled back as a big puddle of what appeared to be plum sauce hit Kakashi square on the head and dribbled down his body. Kakashi gave one last twitch before he screamed and took off running down the street. Iruka shuddered and continued on to his apartment, he was sure to find out the details tommorow when the gossip started.
Meanwhile in a completely different universe, a teenage girl sat in a Chinese restaurant and groaned, grabbing her napkin.
"That's the sixth time today I've spilled on my Naruto t-shirt!" she exclaimed carefully cleaning the shirt that was emblazoned with her favorite sensei's picture.
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End. This really did happen to me, everything I ate that day managed to get onto my Kakashi t-shirt…poor Kakashi. Sorry if he's OOC but I just had to write this. Hope you liked it and I hope you review!