This one makes me laugh, so I hope it makes you guys laugh too^^ The next chapter will be longer, I promise. I hope you like it!

Kisses!

~Melissa

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"What are you doing?"

I turned my head to see Kakashi standing in the doorway of the living room, his already messy hair disheveled even further from sleep, his black eyes more grey than black as he struggled to wake up, and his arms crossed over his bare chest. His mask still covered his face, the black cloth stretching down his neck until it cut off at the base.

It was hard to stay standing; the pile of dirty laundry in my arms was surprisingly heavy. I frowned.

"I believe a better question is, why don't you do your laundry?" I retorted, stumbling towards the laundry room. I dropped the dirty clothes on the floor and pulled a black shirt from the dryer. I tossed it to him, and he caught it with ease. "And put some clothes on," I added, smirking.

He looked down and realized that he was only wearing his pajama bottoms, and his hand immediately flew up to his mask. He relaxed when he found that it was still there.

I rolled my eyes, but started another load of laundry. Of course, he hadn't even bothered to get out of bed until around noon, and by that time I'd already cleaned about half of his house.

"There are some rice balls in the fridge for you," I informed him as his pulled his shirt over his head.

"Thanks," he replied sarcastically, but he made his way towards the kitchen anyway.

A knock at the door announced someone's arrival, and I poked my head around the corner to see Minato standing in the doorway. I grimaced as he smiled cheerily.

"Good morning, kids," he greeted, entering the apartment without permission. Judging by the way Kakashi frowned but didn't protest, I guessed he did this frequently.

"The Hokage would like to see you in a couple of hours, Aoi," he continued.

"Oh, goody," I muttered, returning to the laundry.

"Actually, it's very good."

I jumped in surprise when Minato spoke from just a couple of feet away, and I smacked my head on the cupboard that had been placed too low over the washer.

"Damn it, Minato," I growled, rubbing my head. "What's so great about going to see the Hokage this time? Is he going to chain me to the wall instead of strap me to a chair?"

He laughed. "Nah. He's decided whose team he's going to place you on, but I'm not aloud to breathe a word."

I rolled my eyes. This would be too easy. I squinted at the sensei and tilted my head.

"Your face is red. Are you sick, Minato?" I asked innocently, eyeing his face. Of course he didn't have a fever, and his face, to be honest, wasn't red at all.

He frowned. "I don't think so. Why?"

I beckoned him forward. "Lemme feel your forehead."

He shrugged, but didn't protest when I reached up to place my fingers over his forehead. As soon as my skin made contact with his face, however, I dug quickly through his memories until I found what it was that I needed.

Minato stumbled back dizzily. "What the hell?"

I smirked. "Thanks for the info, Minato, it was really helpful. I'm sure you'll make a great sensei."

He grimaced when he realized what I'd done.

"Hey, no fair," he complained.

I shrugged. "Life isn't fair. Get over it. You can tell the Hokage I've got all the information I need to know."

He sighed in exasperation. "Aoi, I really think you should go and—

"I do not need to go and visit the Hokage, Minato-sensei. I've got all the information I need. I'll meet with you and the rest of the team at the training grounds in two hours like you want, but right at the moment I have some things I need to do."

Minato opened his mouth, but Kakashi cut him off as he strode into view. "Wait. 'The rest of the team', did I hear that right? You're going to be on team Minato?"

I smirked. "That's right, ninja-boy, so you better get used to it."

He threw his arms into the air before storming towards his room, yelling the whole way there, "Oh, for all that is good and holy!"

I laughed.

This was going to be fun.