He never told anyone about this before. It was, to put it simply, outright embarrassing. Shinobi often had their own little quirks-a way to cope with the stress of their job-but he wasn't quite sure if his wouldn't get him laughed straight out of the bar. It was his little secret.
He supposed it probably wasn't as bad as screaming about flames of youth while wearing green spandex, or molesting anyone and everyone, but if it was ever revealed to the public, his reputation would have been ruined. He was totally a cool guy. Yep. No doubt about it.
He'd gotten it as a gag gift from one of his friends for his birthday. Something about him being such a hard-ass with a stick up his arse and whatnot, and that it would soften him up. They had gotten a good laugh over it and all assumed he had thrown it away. They assumed wrongly.
He had wanted to throw it away, but something just stayed his hand. Tried using it once, and never stopped.
He went to great lengths to hide it. A man had his needs, and whenever he had a partner over, he would seal in it a scroll and place it in his pouch. When he went on his missions, he hid it in his futon or inside his jacket. He needed it to sleep every night, to keep the nightmares away, to comfort him. It was as important to him as his Icha Icha; never went without it.
He was Sharingan no Kakashi, master of a thousand jutsu. Elite Jõnin of Konohagakure, with a High A-class ranking in the Bingo Books, bordering on S-rank. 29 years old and counting.
Still sleeps every night with a 10-year old teddy bear he'd lovingly named Mr. Fluffy though.
A/N: Please review! I'm a newbie who wants all your thoughts and advice. Criticism is welcome! :D