Kakashi for Thyme Spirit (and pretty much everyone else).
Disclaimer: I suppose since these are required, I must say, "I do not own anything of this fic but the idea!"
vi — epiphany
"I'm a bit bored here, if you couldn't tell," Kagome deadpanned, feeling the blood rush to her brain. She was lying supine and sprawled freely on the top of her boyfriend's mattress, head hanging over the edge.
An upside-down Kakashi holding onto the latest edition of the Icha Icha series filled her view, and the silver-haired Jounin waved a hand listlessly. "Just a few more pages left."
"That's exactly what you said an hour ago," the woman muttered, scrambling up to sit on the bed with a sigh.
"Few more… pages…" droned the distracted shinobi.
He's so into that disgusting book! Kagome scowled, chin in her hand as she surveyed the green wall of Kakashi's bedroom. There's gotta be some way I can…
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Then it hit her.
A wicked grin, not unlike that of a Cheshire cat's, suffused her face. She fought against the temptation to rub the palms of her hands together to further add onto the effect.
Perfect! Why hadn't I thought of it before? He'll be in tears once I'm through with him! Oh, Higurashi, you can be so evil sometimes.
"…few more pages… almost done—"
"Kakashi," sang Kagome, moving around slowly to face him. "Guess what—"
What, sir, would the people of the earth be without woman? They would be scarce, sir, almighty scarce.
—Mark Twain
Author's Note: Okay, so now my hands are a bit fuller than before, heh; still, send in whatever you wanna see and I'll hop around things spontaneously!