Title: Curiosity Killed the Cat
Rating: M for Genma.
Genre: Humor/ Drama
Word Count: 1,075
Summary: This was entirely his fault.

Disclaimer: Don't Own Naruto


This was his fault. This was entirely his fault. Dammit, why had he let him talk him into this? Sure, it seemed innocent enough. Genma invited him for a walk to the bar. Normally, he'd just go by himself, but Genma said that if he did, he'd pay. He should've realized that right then and there, he was in trouble.

So they started walking, talking about recent missions and showing off their various new scars when Genma made a left turn. Normally, they'd go right, so when he asked what Genma was doing, the man just said he was just going to do something first. When he asked what, the senbon-sucking man simply grinned and asked if he was coming. Curious as to what Genma was doing (he'd never snuck around like this), he said yes.

The two walked down the street, only two blocks away from where he agreed to come when he saw a familiar bush of white hair and Genma grinned. "Hey Jiraiya!

Jiraiya turned back with a glare. "Keep it down! Do you want to get your ass skewered that badly, Shiranui?" he hissed before turning to the other man. "Kakashi? This is a surprise? Did you come to join us? I knew you'd come around one day. After all, you're my number one fan."

But before Kakashi could reply, Genma and Jiraiya were already crouched together in a bush peering into the hole in the fence. Steam rolled up and the familiar tickle reached his ears along with snippets of conversation. Just where was he? Why none other than one of Jiraiya's favorite research areas: the women's baths.

Genma and Jiraiya giggled incessantly as they stared through the small peephole in the wooden fence. Kami, how could a sannin and an exam official be reduced to a bunch of school girls so easily?

Kakashi sighed, one hand over his chest as the other one was cradled by his arm at the elbow and his fingers touched his hitai-ate. "Genma, I'm gonna head over to the bar now."

"Huh? Yeah, sure," Genma said before waving his friend off. The jounin simply sighed once more and began his journey to the bar, his ears still hearing Genma's lewd comments such as 'Look at the rack on that chick!' or 'Man, I wanna tap that ass' or the simple 'Da-a-amn.' He was only fifty feet away when Genma began a detailed fantasy of one of the woman bathing, the scratching of Jiraiya's pencil in the background when he heard it. "-and then I'd bury my hands in that girl's…PINK HAIR?"

Quick as a flash, Kakashi appeared by the gaping duo. "What?"

"You got here awful fast," Jiraiya noted.

"I'm serious, Hatake. Pink hair." Genma stole another peek. "Damn, you have one hot former student on your hands."

Kakashi shook his head, clearing the shock form his system. "It could just be a woman with her hair dyed pink."

"Well, if she did dye it, she dyed it down there too," Genma said with a lecherous grin.

"Well, in any case, it can't be Sakura," Kakashi stated. Genma just nodded absentmindedly and licked his lips. "Well, whoever she is, she has a real nice ass."

"Says the guy who will fuck anything that wears a skirt," Kakashi snorted. Jiraiya grinned. "I think I have my latest book. Man and his best friend see the man's old friend. The best friend wants to do her, the man wants to protect her. Very good. Keep going."

Genma scowled. "Not true. I don't do guys."

Jiraiya looked up. "But I thought you and Raidou...last Christmas."

"We were both drunk," Genma countered.

"You still did him," Kakashi pointed out and Genma grumbled something under his breath. Jiraiya looked up from his notepad. "Anyway, Kakashi, aren't you curious about the girl? I mean, pink hair has to make you think of your student and you have got to be wondering if it really is her or not."

Jiraiya had him there. He was curious. Not about how great her body looked, but if it really was his student in there. That way, he'd know if he should beat the shit out of Genma or not.

Kakashi walked over to Genma who looked up and scootched over for him. The silver-haired man squatted down and peered into the hole.

The bath was rather empty, the only person inside being the pink-haired woman (he'd say Sakura when he was sure it was Sakura). Through the steam, he could make out the entrance to the changing room and the rock formations. Sitting against one of rocks was the pink-haired woman. Her eyes were closed and pink strands peeked out from under her white towel. Her expression was serene and he watched through the rising stream as a water droplet rolled from her shoulders down her collarbone, down pale skin, to fall into the valley of her breasts and become part of the pool once more. Curiously, he was more curious about how that pale skin would taste more than how wrong it was to be thinking of his former student this way.

Lost in his thoughts, he hadn't noticed the shadow clone disappear or the shadow creeping just on the other side of the fence until a beryl eye stared into his and he felt his Adam's apple bob. The eye flashed with anger.

"Kami! Dammit Jiraiya, I thought we told you to stop looking into the women's baths! And you better stop writing or drawing or whatever you're doing!" The scratching of the pencil behind him suddenly stopped and Sakura's voice continued. "Just wait until I tell Tsunade about this!" Suddenly, a tree branch snapped and they all looked up to see Genma's face fall.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath and jumped down just in time to escape the wrath of Sakura's chakra-laden fist. "Kami-sama; run, Hatake!"

Kakashi watched Genma run, Jiraiya already leaving them to literally eat his dust, and heard Sakura's indignant cry. "Kakashi-sensei? You were peeping on me too! Argh!"

And he ran away from the baths just as the fence exploded into sawdust and splinters and Sakura, clad in only a towel, chased after him.

Curiosity killed the cat. Luckily, Kakashi wasn't a cat…

"Come back here, Kakashi!" Sakura screamed as she demolished yet another tree in her path. Kakashi's eye widened and he pushed his legs to run faster.

…but he still might die anyway.