Disclaimer: I sleep with a Kakashi t-shirt, but sadly do not own him…yet…

Hey, a girl can dream!

AN

Yes, I know this chapter is very short, has no plot or redeaming value, it is not a real chapter. It is just an Omake. It is dedicated to TheCookieMonster77, SoraHuuzuke, SakuraFairy1990, and Flavio S (Who wanted to know how the ninken got turned pink!) I swear, the real plot will continue soon...stay tuned! The next chapter is going to be a bit angsty. It is almost finished so keep your eyes open!

...and don't forget to let me know what you think.

Chapter Twenty-Six:

Kakashi's Omake

"Yup, you really screwed the pooch."

As the afternoon sun slowly sunk into the horizon, visions of Ayame in the arms of Guy and Asuma flitted through Kakashi's mind. He tried to push them away, but they stayed there, weaving in and out. Grabbing another drink, he tried to immerse himself in his friend's antics. Asuma was really starting to work a nerve. He eventually made one comment too many about Ayame's attributes which Kakashi took exception to. One right hook later, he took another drink as the men laughed at him. Then Guy walked in…

Kakashi ordered another round.

Guy chuckled as an extremely drunk Kakashi took a swing at him. The left hook aimed at his face brought with it a rush of air that ruffled his hair. The jonin smiled as he shifted his body to avoid the strike. "You missed me by a mile, my eternal rival. Yosh, perhaps you should sit down and contemplate the wonder and mysteries of life!"

"Come on and fffffight me, you green fffffrog!" slurred Kakashi, his reflexes slowed due to all the alcohol coursing through his veins.

Guy held up his hands in amusement and said, "You are more than welcome to her. Friends do not engage in battle over a woman."

Kakashi swayed in confusion for a moment before allowing Genma to drag him back to the booth. He muttered, "…stupid girl stealing frog-man."

"...and he better not even think about kissing..."

Genma winked at Asuma. "So Kakashi, are you going to ask her out?"

"I don't know what your talking about," replied the slightly pink shinobi.

"Weren't we supposed to get Kakashi hooked up with a woman?" asked Asuma.

"Shut up Asuma," hissed Genma from the side of his mouth, "Or I'll give you a matching shiner on the other eye."

Kakashi's eye was drooping alarmingly. He grabbed Hayate's drink, slammed it down and hiccupped. A beautiful woman entered the bar, catching his attention. Their eyes met across the distance. Thinking that she looked familiar, Kakashi crooked his finger and bade her to come closer. She sauntered over to him and gave him a quizzical look. The copy-nin gave her a leer and commented, "I made you come with one finger, imagine what I could do with my whole hand."

Unfortunately, the woman was a trained kunoichi.

Unfortunately, she did not find his drunken ramblings charming.

Two seconds later, he found himself lying on the floor. Guy, guffawing loudly offered his hand to help him up. Offering a wry wobbly grin, he clasped the other shinobi's wrist and pulled himself up.

"No wonder why you can't get a woman!" laughed Hayate.

"Mah, she wasn't my type anyways."

Kakashi swayed again, holding his stomach when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. A sultry voice whispered in his ear, "You can take me home, handsome."

Turning slowly and trying to focus on the new woman, he said, "One of heaven's angels has just blessed us with her presence." He shrugged off the hands trying to pull him down to his seat and ignored their hisses. Quoting his favorite Icha Icha novel, he said, "Your clothes would look great on my floor. So what will you be making me for breakfast?"

She giggled then asked, "So do you really want me to come over?"

"I want you to live with me forever!"

Genma rolled his eyes, stood up and grabbed Kakashi. "Excuse us for a moment, won't you," he asked then he and Hayate dragged Kakashi outside. Asuma and Guy joined them a moment later. "You do know that was Yukari, don't you Kashi? You really don't want to get involved with her again."

"Who?"

Asuma steered him towards his house, "You need to go home and sleep it off."

Minutes later, the copy-nin found himself at his house thanking and saying goodbye to Yugaō for baby-sitting. She smiled and mentioned, "He really is the sweetest little thing. You are so lucky to have him."

Kakashi stumbled up the stairs to his room. His ninken, Bisuke wandered over to watch him in curiosity. "What?" the nin asked.

"I have never seen you like this before. What's wrong with you?" asked the small hound.

Kakashi grunted, "PPPlease, I've seen you worse. Don't you 'member when you o-officially became my summons and we drank all that sake? That's the night you had 'shinobi' tattooed on your head. Come here." He grabbed Bisuke and a marker from his bedside table and; giggling like mad, began to write all over the hound's fur. "I'll make you look really cool!"

The poor dog could not escape until Kakashi finally let him go. With his tail tucked between his legs, he raced out of the room with the sounds of Kakashi's laughter ringing in his ears. With a disgruntled look, he wandered over to the forbidden couch to lie down. He noticed Kakashi's sandals at the front door and gave a smug woof. Without any hesitation, he left a little present within them. With a satisfied look, he jumped up on the couch and chewed on a cushion.

Upstairs, Kakashi's head was still reeling. He held his head in his hands and waited for the room to stop spinning. He moaned and held his stomach. Shiba walked a little to close to the shinobi at that wrong moment. He stood there in shock as the nin's stomach contents dripped off his fur. "Sorry," muttered Kakashi, embarrassed at his unavoidable actions. He picked up the dog and took him into the bathroom to get a bath. After removing his soiled clothes, he accidently grabbed a bottle of Yukari's shampoo. The copy-nin dumped the whole bottle in his hand and lathered up the hound.

For some odd reason Shiba was now pink.

He stared at the bottle in confusion for several minutes. When his vision cleared, Kakashi studied the shampoo. It was regular shampoo… nothing special. It should not have done that to the ninken's fur.

"Naruto, you little imp!" he muttered to himself, "I could have used that."

Giving in to raucous laughter, he dried off the dog, reached into the cabinate, and pulled out the clippers. "Don't worry Shiba, I'll fix it."

A very angry ninken slunk out of the bathroom a little while later.

…still pink.

…without his trademark Mohawk.

The drunken shinobi somehow made it to his bed and fell asleep.

In the morning, Kakashi reluctantly went commando as all of his boxers had been chewed apart. Unfortunately, he did not check his sandals before he put them on.

He couldn't help but think he might have deserved the smug and snarky looks he received from the pack.