Team 7 was on their way back from a successful mission. Naruto had worked noticibly harder on this mission to put Kakashi in good spirits. He was walking with his hands up behind his head, grinning. Even Sauske didn't seem as down as usual. Naruto rolled his eyes as Sakura walked behind the dark-haired boy, talking incessantly. The blonde wanted to ask his team leader a question that was pressing on his mind.

"Kakashi-sensei?" Naruto approached the silver-haired pervert who was currently reading Icha Icha a small ways ahead of them.

"Hnn?" He replied without looking up.

"What's the deal with you and Iruka-sensei?"

Kakashi turned a page. "Nothing." He said dismissively.

"Nothing?" Naruto repeated, completely unbelieving.

"Nothing." This time Kakashi looked up and gave Naruto a smile. Albeit, an absolutely fake smile that clearly said: keep asking questions and we'll see just how good you are at dodging shuriken.

Completely unfazed, he proceeded :"There must be something! You go out of your way to hand in messy mission reports! Like the time you bought coffee just to spill it all over the paper then crumple it! While it was still wet!"

The silver-haired jounin grinned at the memory. "He doesn't like my teaching style."

"Oh."

Then a thoughtful look crossed Kakashi's face and he closed Icha Icha. "Naruto, do you have a crayon?"

...oOo...

"Why the hell does he do that?" An angry Iruka complained to his door as he fumbled with his keys. "Turning a mission report in written in crayon! The nerve of that guy! Now on top of those papers I have to grade, I'm the one stuck rewriting this damned report!"

He pushed his door open angrily and the hinges creaked in protest. But he caught the doorknob before the door could slam into the wall behind it. Then he sighed and kicked off his shoes.

Iruka had briefly considered attempting to track the elusive ex-ANBU down, but soon realized that he'd probably fail. Then he debated: eat first or rewrite first? After a moment's thought while searching for a black pen, -because mission reports are official documents and are supposed to be written in BLACK INK- he decided to eat while grading. He'd do the report after.

So the chunnin opened up his refrigerator and sighed. Barely anything in it. He really needed to do some shopping. Then he went searching through his cabinets. Eventually, he found some instant ramen. So five minutes later, Iruka was sitting on his couch with the living room tablein front of him so he could grade papers and eat ramen. Then there was a knock at his door. Expecting Naruto, he pulled $10 out of his pocket so the hyperactive blond could go buy his own ramen.

He got up wearily and crossed his fluffy carpet, not even bothering to look in the peephole. However, it wasn't Naruto at the door. It was our favorite Icha-reading copy-nin. But Iruka didn't know this yet. Because there was no one at the door.

The chunnin was bewildered, but then figured it could just be a student playing a prank. Iruka rolled his eyes and closed the door, shaking his head. Then the knocking sound came again. From the... Window? He looked at the big window on his living room wall in confusion.

It was dark outside, and the window was like a black mirror. Iruka couldn't see, so he grabbed a kunai from his weapons pouch, (which he had yet to remove) and advanced toward the window warily. He quickly slid the window open and took a defensive stance. However, upon seeing it was only Kakashi, he lowered the sharpened weapon.

"You should really use the door! I was ready to stab you with this!" He said, as if he was a student that needed chastizing.

Kakashi slipped gracefully in through the small frame. "It seems as if you atill are."

"Oh, sorry." Iruka lowered the kunai, then remembered the report. "Hey! Do you think it's acceptable to turn a mission report in that was written in crayon? Bright orange crayon?"

"I invite myself into your living room and you harp on me about the mission report?" The jounin raised an eyebrow, but he looked rather amused.

"Well... I... Uh... What do you want?" He abruptly changed the subject.

"My mission report." He said it as if it were obvious.

Iruka was perplexed. "Why?"

"I need my shopping list."

"Your shopping list?" The other repeated blankly.

"You know, when you have to buy too many items to remember so you write them down." He spoke very slowly and wrote with an imaginary pen onto his palm.

Iruka was thoroughly ticked off at being spoken to like he was five. But if Kakashi did what he thought he did... "Don't even tell me you..." He trailed off then ran to the table behind her.

Upon flipping the sloppy report over, he discovered... A shopping list.

Iruka stormed back to the window.

"You need to rewrite this! Now!" He shoved the now slightly crumpled piece of paper under Kakashi's masked nose.

The chunnin realized that the pervert must have been reading Icha Icha in his absense, as he was now trying to slip the bright orange book discreetly back into his pocket. Iruka was gone for all of three seconds and it was obviously the perfect time to whip that book out.

"Rewrite the whole mission report or just the shopping list? Because I just need the list."

Iruka silently counted to five. "You are not leaving until you rewrite the whole report."

A sly smile crossed Kakashi's face. "Was that an invitation to stay the night? Don't you think this is rather sudden? I wouldn't usually pursue a chunnin..." Then the copy-nin gave Iruka the once over followed by an approving look.

The latter blushed fiercely. "Thats not what I- " he cut himself off once he realized that that was the reaction that the jounin wanted. "Fine! Whatever, I'll just rewrite it." He withdrew his hand that held the report.

"How kind of you! May I have my list now? Or at least copy it over?" Kakashi pulled a black pen and some paper out of a pocket.

Now Iruka fumed silently. Now he finds a black pen! Now he finds paper for his shopping list! Writing in orange crayon! Like that orange book! I was gone all of three seconds and he was reading that book? Then he tries to hide it! Does he think I'm stupid? I'll show him who is the stupid one here! The teacher eyed the pocket that Icha Icha disappeared into.

Iruka simply replied as calmly as he could: "No. You can't have it. If you still want it tomorrow, then feel free to come ask me for it nicely."

The grin of the infamous copy-nin faltered. "Why?" He wasn't counting on being denied.

"Because I adhere to the rules, and the rules say I have to be done with this tomorrow. There are no rules saying that your shopping must be done tonight." It was said with the air of finality that only teachers and mothers can muster.

"Do you want my company so badly? First you ask me to stay the night, then you practically force me to come back tomorrow." Kakashi taunted with a grin.

The chunnin blushed once again before sharply retorting: "No one is forcing you to do anything."

The pervert just climbed onto the windowsill and was about to jump when Iruka grabbed his arm. "No one is forcing you to do anything except use the door."

Normally Kakashi would shrug the hand off and jump out the window anyway, however the current company was gripping his arm with the same hand that the kunai was in. Seeing as Iruka was holding the badly crumpled mission report in the other hand. Not even Kakashi would test the speed of a ticked off teacher with a kunai. So no attempt to escape was made as he was led to the door; Iruka's grip never relenquishing.

"Night." Kakashi said with a grin before the door was shut. Then he chuckled to himself. Now he had spoken to Iruka and nothing had changed. So Naruto could drop it.

It wasn't until Kakashi got home that he realized his copy of Icha Icha was missing. Then the silver-haired pervert laughed.

"Looks like he got me this time." He muttered to no one in particular.

...oOo..

The next day Kakashi was summoned to the Hokage's office. It was a nice morning and the jounin was tempted to walk, since the summons wasn't urgent, but he would probably quickly get bored of walking without Icha Icha. It puzzled Kakashi slightly as to how a simple chunnin could get the book away from him without him noticing. He never felt any hand touch his pocket but one can't ever know, his guard was down.

In the end, the copy-nin decided to use his teleportation jutsu to get to Tsunade's office. Outside, at the door of course. Showing up at Iruka's. window was one thing, but showing up at Tsunade's window -Hokage or not- would be another.

"Come in." A voice from inside said before he could knock.

Kakashi walked into the room with hands in his pockets. "Have I been assigned a mission?"

"No." She started with a disguised look of venom in her eye, "But you have been assigned to do a mission report."

From her position behind her desk, she held up a perfectly written report. It was completed neatly in black pen, presumably in Iruka's handwriting.

"Is there something wrong with it?" He asked, as if it was his own and he couldn't understand what was wrong with his hard work.

"Yes." Still holding the report up, she turned it to display the back.

To Kakashi, who was too far away to read it, the back looked like a mess of orange. However, he freed his hands from his pockets and stepped forward. Written on the back, in orange crayon, was a shopping list. And it wasn't his own.

"First off, this is too neat to be your writing." Tsunade leaned her head on her other hand.

He sighed and decided it was best to get the confession over with now. "Umino Iruka wrote it."

"And you actually expected him to do it." She stated, laughing.

"Yes. But why are you the one addressing me about this?" Was the blunt answer.

The Hokage stopped laughing and said a little more seriously: "Let me explain something to you. If you irritate Iruka badly enough, he can prove to be a decent match for even you. Because if it is anyone other than me, then I doubt it will get done."

Kakashi's hand drifted to the pocket from which Icha Icha had been stolen yesterday night. "I'm aware."

"Good. So now you are going to rewrite this. Neatly. The first time."