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Chapter 2: Trifled with
The last thing Kakashi wanted to do that day was go to the main Uchiha household, but being woken up by a screaming blond and a panicked sharingan wielder was the last straw… Hmmm…Maybe we should begin the story earlier that morning.
As usual team seven was to meet at o-five-hundred. Of course, Kakashi usually showed up at seven thirty; but that was beside the point. Sakura was always first to arrive by approximately twenty minutes ahead of schedule, while Sasuke came at the five minute marker. Naruto came right on the dot, if not several minutes late.
When Sasuke arrived and found Sakura not in her normal giggling mode on the bridge; he was slightly perplexed, but then again people sleep in. When Naruto arrived and Sakura still hadn't showed, he became slightly worried.
Naruto had laughed, "Finally! After all the times she's complained about me, she's late!"
When twenty minutes passed the designated meeting time and Sakura had still not arrived; both knew something was wrong. Sadly, both came to the same conclusion. "She must be dead."
The hysterical teenagers went to the only person who would know the truth, being the man who saw underneath the underneath.
"Kakashi-sensei!" Naruto screamed as they literally kicked down the door to his bedroom. To this day they didn't say how they entered the apartment. Although, Kakashi suspected inside infiltration; he didn't own Gracksnap dog treats, whose crumbs were found in the carpet after the incident.
When the copy-nin awoke to screaming and opened his eyes to a swirling sharingan, to say he spazzed would have been an understatement. Both boys, who ran to the bed immediately after the door became a stepping mat, found that surprising an ex-anbu captain was not in their best interest.
The blond one found himself exiting the window of a five-story building. The other found a chirping chidori aimed at this throat. Kakashi, now awake from the adrenaline rush, poofed. He caught Naurto right before he passed the second-story window and transported them both to back to his room. Yes, waking up to Naruto's screaming and Sasuke's sharingan was the last straw.
"What-" Kakashi growled , he was not a morning person, contrary to popular belief.
"SAKURA'S DEAD!" Naruto howled in his ear, cutting off Kakashi's train of thought as the blond in his arms burst into tears. Setting Naruto to the ground he glanced at the raven haired boy. Sasuke nodded his head but was still too petrified from the incident to speak properly.
Kakashi narrowed his eyes, sighing, knowing that it was bound to happen someday. He face palmed before dragging his fingers upward into his bed head. "What did you guys do and where is the body?" One could almost hear crickets in the background, or maybe dogs crunching on a treats…
"No, Kakashi-sensei, we're not kidding. Sakura's dead!" The blonds' voice raised several octaves at the last sentence. Kakashi plucked at his ears trying to unclog them. He closed his eyes, giving another sigh, one that could almost simulate relief. He hated waking up, he glanced at the clock, at 5:53.
"Ok, Naruto," He patted the weeping boy's head before giving a yawn. "How do you know Sakura has become deceased?"
The raven-haired boy gathered his composure, red eyes returning to black orbs. "She didn't show up at the bridge."
Kakashi glanced back and forth between the children before him. "Did it ever cross your mind that she could have slept in?"
"NO! SAKURA-CHAN IS ALWAYS ON TIME!" The blond boy converted back into a weeping river.
Kakashi gave another sigh; today just wasn't going to be a good day, he could already tell. "She is probably running late, we'll go to the bridge as soon as I'm dressed." Technically the man only needed to pull on a shirt to cover his well formed abs; he slept in most of his nin gear, including his mask.
When they made their way to the training ground, Kakashi was surprised; the pink haired girl was nowhere in sight. Knowing the student was still running late, although an hour was pushing it, he changed directions, aiming straight for her house.
He knocked several times, before parental worry set in. He transported inside the building, an odd instinct putting pressure in his stomach, and unlocked the door, allowing the two boys in, just in case. Quickly, they checked the ground floor then made their way upstairs. With the coast clear, they entered Sakura's room. As the sound proof door opened, they were greeted by the normal and obnoxiously loud snores of Sakura Haruno.
Kakashi gave a laugh, "See," he turned to the boys. "Sakura let's go!"
There was no movement to his voice, the loud snores continuing on. Kakashi quickly made his way to the bed. Immediate he realized the source of the odd feeling in his stomach. He didn't feel the small pulse of Sakura's chakra. There was slight dirt on her forehead, as the rest of her body was covered by a blanket. Kakashi knew at once the signs of chakra exhaustion; the sheen of sweat, being unable to wake up; he was going to have to take her to the hospital.
He leaned down and picked her up. Well, tried to pick her up and sling her over his shoulder. "Heavy" Kakashi groaned under the weight of the petite figure. Kakashi sighed, he must be getting to old for this. He tried bridal style this time. "No…" He grunted sliding her off the bed with her covers on, "More…" He pulled up, not having much success of getting her off the ground, "Ramen nights…" He bit back a cry as he heard his back crack, "for you…"
He finally decided upon reinforcing his limbs with chakra, the relief was instant. He watched as her feet and hands angled down as if they were tied to anchors. He placed her back down and removed the blanket. There, innocently placed on her wrists and ankle were Uchiha marked weights, 50lbs each. He tossed several to each of the boys, who flew backwards at pressure, then picked up the pink petite. He transported them both to the hospital leaving smoke behind him. He handed her quickly over to a nurse after realizing he just left two boys unattended in a girl's room. He returned to the room.
His gaze immediately went to Sasuke who was inspecting the weights with an activated sharingan. As if feeling the glare, the boy looked up and tossed the weights back to Kakashi. "They look familiar, Kaa-san would know."
Two seconds later the boys found themselves thrown out of the house and the door locked behind them. Kakashi stared down at them from the roof. "Practice is cancelled for today and tomorrow," the grey haired man growled. It was too early for this; he didn't get up till 7:15. Sighing Kakashi mentally prepared himself for the head house hold; today just wasn't going to be a good day.
"Mikoto-san," Kakashi spoke.
The woman turned to find the copy-nin only inches from her face. He was smiling, but it didn't reach his eyes. Mikoto kept her face in a contemplating Uchiha look, showing none of the surprise she felt. The smile was a threatening one, like the one she used on Itachi if he skipped out on dinner. It would be best to tread carefully with the ex-anbu operative.
"How may I be of service to you on such a fine morning?"
A loud metal crunch echoed through the house as something heavy dropped to the floor. Mikoto peered down at the four massive bundles. They were her eldest's training weights, a gift from Fuguoko his genin year. Mikoto held in a gleeful chirp and probed the weights with her foot. She raised her right eye-brow.
"Did you want to borrow some weights?"
The copy-nins eyes narrowed at the woman before him. "These were found on the body of my chakra exhausted, female student, Sakura." Kakashi prodded for answers.
"Ah," Mikoto nodded. Turning, she made her way into the living room. Fuguoko looked up from his reading to find his wife begin followed by a threatening aura surrounding the masked man. She walked directly to the wall lined with cabinets and opened the far right one. Inside were multiple lines of leg and arm weights, there were no empty slots.
The matriarch turned around and faced down the grey-haired man. "I'm afraid you've come to the wrong Uchiha residents to place your complaint." She motioned down the rows.
Kakashi surveyed the woman and then extended one of the weights. "Do you know who I should go to?"
Mikoto picked it from his grasp, not showing any signs of realizing how heavy it was, and inspected it. They were old, once they had belonged to Fuguoko and before that his father. There was no name though, no Uchiha would take ones that didn't belong to them; they could tell the difference.
"They're old….They must have belonged to one of the elders," Mikoto mentally smiled, "The pink-haired girl gets along well with them…So, I've heard. Maybe they gave her a pair as a gift. I doubt they would allow her to steal them from under their nose." Suspicious bast-
Kakashi smiled, still without crinkling his eyes; cutting off her train of thought. "Yes, I've heard as well." The smile grew larger. "It must be nice having someone around to entertain them."
Mikoto smiled; the man was a genius, but he would learn the hard way; she was a brilliant diamond compared to his lump of coal. "It is nice for the elders to interact with the younger generation."
Kakashi almost shivered at the way venom dripped from her up-turned lips. But this was his student. "Please inform the elders that before they give Sakura anything, they are to speak with me."
Mikoto's smile widened and her eyes crinkled. "I shall do, just, that." She handed back the weight to Kakashi.
He poofed. From the roof tops he shivered. Those words were going to bite him in the butt. He looked down at the weights still in his hands, he would just return them for now…
Mikoto kissed the stunned Fuguoko on the forehead before returning back to the kitchen. When she was safely inside Fuguoko gave a rare smile, there was a reason he married that woman.
The man set down his scroll and got up. He made his way to the cabinets. There he opened the one on the left. He sighed; he thought he had recognized the weights. Itachi's genin weights were missing from the rows in the cabinets. He shut the door and returned to his seat. He didn't want have anything to do with this…
Kakashi stretched his sore muscles. A good spare with Gia had taken some of the stress from yesterday off. He made his way out the door, sighing at how well he rested, not having to get up early to teach students. Several voices greeted him as soon as he closed the door.
"Kakashi, I want to give Skaura some of my kimchi; would that be ok?" A haggard old woman shoved the tart smelling cabbage under his nose.
"Kakashi, I want to give Sakura this rice cooker; she said hers' was broken." A woman missing teeth smiled at him. "Is that ok?" She waved the rice cooker, with her bony arms, near his face.
"Kakashi, Sakura and I were going to have debate on the thirty-second shinobi code," An old man croaked, "do you want me to give you my points on the lecture before I give them to her."
"Kakashi-" Kakashi's eyes widened as more voices came from the stair case. He peered below, there wasn't any room to walk; he was surrounded by old people!
"Kakashi," a young voice called out to him from below. He narrowed his eyes. There at the bottom, ushering the horrid, wrinkly, people up was Mikoto smiling up at him, eyes closed in glee. "They were all planning on giving something to Sakura, her birthdays in a couple days."
Kakashi rushed back into his apartment, locking the doors behind him. He shuddered; Mikoto was not a woman to be trifled with.
Outside the said woman smiled; she didn't mind the old geezers on family outings like these.