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"Say, what would happen if some random guy just came up and kissed you?" Iruka asked while he cut some vegetables, making sure he got more of the vegetables and less of his hand. Who would have guessed a proficient shinobi couldn't cut the detested food with any decency?
"You mean like you?" Iruka felt a hand wrap around his waist, and he let the knife go so that he wouldn't drop it as his love breathed in his ear, but then pulled back enough for Iruka to gain some sense.
And with this almighty sense, he whacked Kakashi on the head, "I do believe, Kakashi, that I was actually the 20th in line to kiss a drunken Kakashi…and I had been dared."
"Hey! That hurt! And that punch was no good either!"
Kakashi, the mighty Copy Ninja, moved too slow, and took the elbow straight in his gut.
Iruka had patience galore, but only when dealing with insane little children…or was it they were sane and he was crazy? All this thinking was bad for his health. Iruka went back to cutting vegetables.
"I thought Iruka had more patience than that?"
"Not for people that start whole conversations completely diverging from the original question." Kakashi took a minute to think that through. Hadn't Iruka been the one to start the conversation?
"So what was the real question?" Kakashi finally managed, but Iruka didn't dignify it with an answer. Just turned around suddenly and kissed Kakashi.
"Happy anniversary."
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Owari
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And yes, this is the apology ficlet for the people reading Fields of Loyalty….Those reading Singing Fate should get theirs soon….(promise it will be…clean….ish…might contain Vanyel, at this point I don't know, just bare with me . )