"Tsume," Kakashi called uncertainly. "How do I change a diaper?"
Tsume glanced at him sharply, but didn't say anything while she quieted Naruto. The baby was hardly a week old and already he was causing all kinds of trouble. She set him down next to Kiba, who giggled and accidently hit the other baby.
With her arms now free, Tsume put her hands on her hips, glaring at Kakashi. "I'm not showing you. You have to do it by yourself."
"But-"Kakashi protested.
"You're a smart boy. I'm sure you'll figure it out." Then Tsume was gone, off to find Sasuke.
Kakashi whined quietly to himself, then grabbed a clean diaper off the table next to him. He stripped Sakura of the spoiled diaper, wrapping it up thoroughly in tissues just so he could touch it, and cleaned her off. Then he stared at the fresh diaper and tried to figure out how to put it on Sakura.
He groaned, glancing around the room. His eye lighted upon Naruto and Kiba, and he smiled under his mask.
He picked Kiba up, depositing him next to Sakura and pulling his clothes off, too. He studied the diaper on the four-month-old's lower body. Then he carefully copied the same things on Sakura.
When he was done, he gazed at the two babies, and smiled in satisfaction when Sakura's diaper looked just as good as Kiba's. He put their clothes back on and set him down next to Naruto, Sakura following soon after.
He whistled quietly to himself as he waited for Tsume to come back with Sasuke. When she did come back, she glared suspiciously at the younger ninja, wondering what he had done. People just didn't whistle like that unless they were guilty.
"What did you do?" she asked, ignoring the puppy dancing at her feet. Kasumi was even more excited than usual, and Tsume could just tell it was because of something Kakashi had done.
"I didn't do anything," Kakashi said innocently, but his eye curved up in that famous smile of his, and the Inuzuka could easily see that he was smiling, even through the mask.
"Uh-huh, of course you did," Tsume said.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Whatever."
Tsume studied each and every one of the children lying on the floor in front of her, trying to see if anything was out of place. Her eyes noticed something, something so small that most people wouldn't notice if it wasn't their child.
But this was Kiba. Her son. She noticed these things when it came to her children.
"Kakashi," she growled low in her throat. The masked shinobi shrank back into the wall he was leaning against. "What happened to Kiba's socks?"
"Uh…" Kakashi scratched the back of his head guiltily, his one visible eye flicking in between the irate Inuzuka, who was snarling at him, and the two white socks peeking out from under the couch. He must have accidently kicked them under there when he moved or something.
"I…uh…he kicked them off?"
"And where are they?"
"China?"
"KAKASHI!"
Tsume threw herself at him, hands reaching for his throat. Kakashi had forgotten how angry the woman could be. The first time he had met her, he had accidently said that Kuromaru looked like a... well, he couldn't remember what it was. But he was stuck in the hospital for a week.
"T-Tsume," Kakashi pleaded. "Don't kill me!"
Tsume paused, a thoughtful look on her face, and she dropped her hands. She cocked her head at him, gazing at him with unreadable hazel eyes. Then a slow smile stretched across her face, and the gray-haired teen cowered behind the puppy that had pranced in front of him.
"Oh, I'm not going to kill you," she decided, head still tilted to the side. "I've got something much worse than your death."
"Oh, Kami…"
"Kakashi, you now have to do housework as your rent."
"NOO!"
A/N: God, I was laughing so hard when I wrote this. This is just something I can imagine Kakashi doing, and it makes me laugh every time I think of it.
