Disclaimer: I don't and never will own any of Kishimoto's Naruto characters.
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"Kakashi! Hatake Kakashi! Oh, for the love of all that's holy, get your soon-to-be-whipped ass down here!"
"Ohh, sounds very kinky. So, the pink furry handcuffs or the metal ones I stole from Sasuke?"
"Kakashi, if you don't get your mind out of the gut-"
"Just one minute my beautiful cherry blossom! You see, I am attending to nature's call right now and I-"
"And you better not be reading that trash in there again!"
The poor copy-nin sighed. He was indeed hiding in the bathroom with a copy of his favorite orange book when his lovely wife of two years started to get her daily cravings. He shuddered at the thought of yesterday's concoction: some strawberry-pickle omelet with gravy. However, his wedding vows did include something along the lines of "attending to my darling wife's every possible need and want regardless of time or place" in the presence of the sober Godaime Hokage (who was, and still is willing to break all of his ribs if he did anything to please her precious apprentice). In hindsight, Kakashi realized that being late to his own wedding was probably a bad idea.
So the no longer last Hatake hid his book behind the toilet (the only place that his wife's sharp trained eyes couldn't spot) and dejectedly walked down the stairs, mentally preparing himself for another hour-long lecture and veiled threats about his unhealthy reading habits.
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AN: Thank you for reading and if you have any suggestions or comments, please review! This is my first ever fanfic.