Title: The Examination
Rating: T
Genre: Humor/ Drama
Word Count: 957
Summary: Kakashi, for all his genius, forgot one very important part of the exam.

Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto.

Haruno Sakura stood at her desk as she neatly stacked a bunch of patient files in the hospital. She liked her job as a medic. She helped people and she always had a challenge for her, whether it be an arm with its chakra system cut or a splinter.

She also had a wonderful view. Outside her window, she could see a bird fly over the Hokage monument and fellow shinobi bound over rooftops in the clear blue sky. She smiled to herself as she tucked away the folders in a file cabinet and looked up as a nurse said her first patient of the day had arrived.

Sakura thanked the girl and walked purposefully through the halls that bustled with visitors and orderlies carrying papers. Today's workload wouldn't be too hard. Just a few physicals and a few follow-ups.

The twenty-yr-old turned to the third door on her left and walked into the room.

This room was like all the other examination rooms. White cabinets over white countertops, various accoutrements inside clear containers, and near the middle of the room, the examination table and on it, her first patient of the day.

"Hello Kakashi."

The 34-yr-old man looked up and smiled. "Yo."

She walked into the room and began writing in his file. "Any reason as to why you've decided to grace the hospital with your presence?"

"Tsunade-hime said if I didn't get my physical this year, I wouldn't get mission for the rest of the year."

"But it's April," she said over her shoulder.

"I know."

Sakura turned back to face him. "Alright, take off your shirt."

Kakashi nodded and began to shed his jounin vest and shirt and sat still as she examined his heart and lungs before following the small flashlight. The light flashed into his ears and his eyes before she said to take off his mask. He obeyed; after all, she'd seen his face already during a drunken bender. Seeing how she didn't really seem to care afterwards, he trusted her enough to reveal his face when they were alone together like talk at her apartment or medical visits at his.

As she shined the light down his throat and asked him to do a few other menial things, he asked, "Will this take long?"

"Why? Do you have something better to do?" she replied, scribbling something into his file.

"Yes. People to kill, books to read."

"I doubt Icha Icha could be classified as 'something better to do'."

"Maybe to you, but it's my 'something better to do,' though I will forgive you for that insensitive comment if you hurry this up," he said with a smile.

Sakura looked at him skeptically. "Have I really hurt you with my comment?"

"You've irreparably scarred me with your callousness."

"Really?" she asked with mirth.

"I believe you're getting a kick out of this."

"Well, if I've scarred you with my words, shouldn't I expand my sadistic endeavors?"

"I didn't realize I was talking with Ibiki," he replied and she matched him with ease. "I doubt that Ibiki would wear pink lipstick," she commented before pulsing chakra through his legs and murmuring about his reflexes.

"Besides, you send children crying to their mothers everyday with you reading that book in front of them and you don't seem to mind emotionally scarring them."

"They're young; they'll manage. I'm an old man; I get my entertainment where I can."

"You're 34," Sakura reminded, telling him to stand.

Kakashi stood and shed his pants and sandals at her medical order before she frowned and gave him a medical gown to change in. He sighed and did as he was told. The faster he complied, the faster he could possibly get out and read, drink, do anything, but be in a hospital. As pleasant as it sounded to be in a small room with the smell of bleach and other questionable liquids, he had other things to do…like be somewhere else…or read Icha Icha.

"Walk from here to the door and back."

He nodded deftly and walked to the door and on his way back, he asked, "So how's being a medic?"

"It's alright," she said noncommittally before writing something in the file. Just what was she writing? "Why do you ask?"

"Kill time."

"You can't just care about your former student?" she asked with a raised brow.

"I could, but I'd like to treat everyone fairly."

"By not caring about them in general," she said cynically.

He smiled beneath the mask now resting on his face. "Exactly."

With a roll of her eyes and a disapproving 'Hmm,' she told him to stand against the wall and measured his height before measuring his weight.

"Okay, you're 181 cm and 67.5 kilograms," she told him and wrote the measurements in his file and turned to Kakashi who grinned gleefully. "So I'm done, right?" he asked, already in the middle of grabbing all his clothes together.

"You're very eager," she said with a hidden smirk under her smile, a malicious glint in her eyes. Unfortunately, he was already tugging his shirt over his head. "Hmm."

"But…"

He looked up from his shirt (having put it on inside-out by mistake and was currently correcting the problem). "Hm?" he asked.

"You forgot something, Kakashi-sempai," she said sweetly.

Kakashi looked up in slight confusion when he heard the loud 'snap' of a rubber glove and his back tensed.

Sakura smiled at him sweetly, a small tube in one hand, the glove adorning the other. "I still need to do your prostate exam."