Title: Nurse Maid
Genre: Humor/General
Rating: T
Word Count: 566
Summary: After this, she wouldn't be surprised if she broke her own legs.
When Kakashi broke his leg, Sakura honestly thought it would be an easy assignment. Though any medic could've easily repaired his leg, Kakashi had been pulling back-to-back missions when he got this injury, and by order of Tsunade, he was to go rest. It was an ingenious plan. Even Kakashi would have to admit defeat to a broken leg if no medic would heal it for fear of the wrath of the Hokage.
Of course, that meant Kakashi would need help doing things around his apartment, and just to be nice, she allowed Kakashi to pick his nursemaid. After all, he was going to be stuck with them for a few weeks and Tsunade told her it was with a large smile under his mask that he chose Sakura.
Now when Sakura heard this, she was touched. That Kakashi-sensei thought so highly of her was a great honor, and she eagerly headed over to help him, ready to do whatever.
Oh, how she regretted that now.
To say Kakashi was a hard-ass was an understatement. Of course, she knew why he was. When serving in the field, perfection was demanded. Every action you did had to be your best and you could only get that way with training. But this was his apartment! Not some swamp in the Grass Country! She had only been in his apartment ten seconds when he threw a list of chores at her. Though she reasoned that it was only natural he'd need help with that (last time she checked, he had only been home three times in the last six months) and he deserved a little pampering in his condition, it was when she opened the little bow tied on the list that she took that statement back.
As soon as that string was released, the list unraveled and what had seemed like ten chores was now spanning a river of paper that pooled itself ankle-deep at her feet. Sakura skimmed over the list.
'Wash the dishes. Water the plants. Help Ms. Watanabe next door with her tap dance lessons. Rewire my apartment…' And that was only the first part of the paper, and judging by the size of his handwriting, these chores spanned into the thousands.
Reading her chores with dread, she chanced a glance up with her maker when she found him smiling at her. That bastard, he was practically flat-out grinning at her, and she could feel the sides of the paper crumpling in her fingers as she tried to glare holes into his head. Kakashi took it all in stride and if it was possible, he smiled even wider.
"You haven't even read the last part," he said cheerily and not trusting his tone, she immediately flew through the paper to see the last item.
At the bottom of the page, with the most ornate and legible handwriting she had ever seen from Hatake Kakashi, were the words: "And you must do it all wearing a maid uniform."
He even had the gall to put a little happy face with it and when Sakura looked up, hoping—pleading—begging that this was just Kakashi teasing her and this was all just a big joke that they would all look back and laugh about, she felt her heart sink. In Kakashi's hands, hanging neatly from a metal hanger, was a French maid uniform.
Sakura felt like crying.