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Masashi.
Kakashi surveyed the village horizons with his single, slack eye from the roof of his home. Hayate was feeding his silly crows again. It was this time of the day twenty four seven that the Konoha was so strident with the cackle and caws of the ravens.
In the same, nonchalant tone, he remarked, "Hm. Stupid birds."
He was seated casually in between the broken tiles of his roof, feeling lazily comfortable on a breezy morning. The jounin closed his revealed eye and decided to get drunk on the sweet wind that was flushing his cheeks to a healthy glow. Cupping his jaw on his right palm, he rested that elbow onto the tiles, the rest of his lanky body stretched out in an idle, cat- like way behind.
One might think he was the sloppiest jounin sensei in Konoha.
The man noticed something from his perch high up on the rooftop, and he smirked coolly. He shifted to rest his weight on his side to face his observation, and counted under his breath.
"Three, two, one."
"AHH! Just what on EARTH do you think you're doing, Naruto!?"
And almost as punctual as the screeches of the crows, Iruka's wail rang through the village twenty four seven. Kakashi grinned through his masked face, his one eye in a happy curve.
"What a peaceful day."
The jounin slid his left hand into his back pouch, rummaging a little before he pulled out his favourite orange paperback novel. With his right hand still supporting his head, he flicked the cover open with a bend of his left thumb, and started to read.
Nothing was as relaxing as a tranquil spring day with Ichya Ichya Paradise to keep you company.
Just as he was about to flip to the next page, the skies start to darken. Lightning cracked through the dark clouds in zigzag motions, tearing the heavens to shreds. It started to rain. Kakashi kept his book back in place, and stood up with an indifferent grunt.
"Oh dear." His casual tone showed no bother about the sudden spring shower, instead, it hinted that he quite welcomed the sprinkling. Easily leaping off his roof, the once anbu assassin descended soundlessly onto the wet ground, and turned to his home for shelter.
Iruka shuddered as he heard the thunder. He hated wet springs. And on top of that, they could not finish the cleanup. Dropping the scrubber, he motioned to the other.
"Naruto! It's gonna rain! Hurry into the shelter!" Picking up the buckets and cleaner rags, the teacher made for the nearest cover.
The boy did not budge. He continued to scour at the pale yellow markings he was so proud of earlier on.
"Naruto? What are you doing? You're going to get a fever!"
Naruto swiped the droplets away from his eyes and forehead with the back of his right hand, his fuzzy blonde hair now wet and limp, all plastered over his face. Pulling his head protector slightly downwards to shield his eyes from the rain, he grinned confidently, not at all disturbed by the developing downpour. The boy turned to face his sheltered teacher, beaming like the sun.
"I'm fine Iruka-sensei! It's just a silly little rain! What can it do to stop me?"
"Argh! Idiot! You'll get a cold! Get in here!" Both their voices were slightly slurred by the noisy patter of raindrops, but Iruka's shout echoed through the arena, his increasing impatience and worry amplifying his usually mellow voice.
"Don't worry about me! I'm almost done, and then we can have ramen together, as you promised!" Naruto continued to work on the markings, which were slowly fading away. His hands were grazed and slightly stinging, but he continued to rub the paint with a thinner-soaked cloth, ignoring the ache in his back, and the slight taut of his calves from bending too long. Rolling up his sleeves, he grinned triumphantly as he squinted at his work once more.
"Leave this to me!"
"IDIOT!" Iruka rushed out towards his student, and was welcomed by a gust of needle-like raindrops against his skin. In his frantic dash to grab Naruto and pull him into the shelter, he slipped on a rag he discarded earlier, and fell, face down, onto the slimy floor, and skidded a little to the side, inflicting a muffled whimper from the now soggy teacher.
A familiar chuckle was heard, its owner's shadow hovering above Iruka. He felt no raindrops falling onto him, though it was still raining. He flushed as he was reminded how silly a state he was at the moment, but nevertheless, turned to look at his new shelter. He was greeted by an umbrella-wielding Kakashi, who had squatted down to face him, a slight twinkle of amusement in his usually slack eye.
"Ka.Kakashi-sensei." He squeaked.
"Good morning Iruka-sensei. Having a morning swim in the mud?" Kakashi teased.
"N. NO!"
With his one eye in a happy curve once more, he gathered Iruka up onto his feet, and patted a towel and a new shirt onto the man's cold hands.
"There. I'll get the other idiot." The grey-haired man handed the open umbrella to Iruka, and opened another he was carrying along with an extra set of towel and shirt, and headed towards the soaking Naruto.
When the rain stopped, the three were eating at the nearest ramen store.
- To be continued -
Kakashi surveyed the village horizons with his single, slack eye from the roof of his home. Hayate was feeding his silly crows again. It was this time of the day twenty four seven that the Konoha was so strident with the cackle and caws of the ravens.
In the same, nonchalant tone, he remarked, "Hm. Stupid birds."
He was seated casually in between the broken tiles of his roof, feeling lazily comfortable on a breezy morning. The jounin closed his revealed eye and decided to get drunk on the sweet wind that was flushing his cheeks to a healthy glow. Cupping his jaw on his right palm, he rested that elbow onto the tiles, the rest of his lanky body stretched out in an idle, cat- like way behind.
One might think he was the sloppiest jounin sensei in Konoha.
The man noticed something from his perch high up on the rooftop, and he smirked coolly. He shifted to rest his weight on his side to face his observation, and counted under his breath.
"Three, two, one."
"AHH! Just what on EARTH do you think you're doing, Naruto!?"
And almost as punctual as the screeches of the crows, Iruka's wail rang through the village twenty four seven. Kakashi grinned through his masked face, his one eye in a happy curve.
"What a peaceful day."
The jounin slid his left hand into his back pouch, rummaging a little before he pulled out his favourite orange paperback novel. With his right hand still supporting his head, he flicked the cover open with a bend of his left thumb, and started to read.
Nothing was as relaxing as a tranquil spring day with Ichya Ichya Paradise to keep you company.
Just as he was about to flip to the next page, the skies start to darken. Lightning cracked through the dark clouds in zigzag motions, tearing the heavens to shreds. It started to rain. Kakashi kept his book back in place, and stood up with an indifferent grunt.
"Oh dear." His casual tone showed no bother about the sudden spring shower, instead, it hinted that he quite welcomed the sprinkling. Easily leaping off his roof, the once anbu assassin descended soundlessly onto the wet ground, and turned to his home for shelter.
Iruka shuddered as he heard the thunder. He hated wet springs. And on top of that, they could not finish the cleanup. Dropping the scrubber, he motioned to the other.
"Naruto! It's gonna rain! Hurry into the shelter!" Picking up the buckets and cleaner rags, the teacher made for the nearest cover.
The boy did not budge. He continued to scour at the pale yellow markings he was so proud of earlier on.
"Naruto? What are you doing? You're going to get a fever!"
Naruto swiped the droplets away from his eyes and forehead with the back of his right hand, his fuzzy blonde hair now wet and limp, all plastered over his face. Pulling his head protector slightly downwards to shield his eyes from the rain, he grinned confidently, not at all disturbed by the developing downpour. The boy turned to face his sheltered teacher, beaming like the sun.
"I'm fine Iruka-sensei! It's just a silly little rain! What can it do to stop me?"
"Argh! Idiot! You'll get a cold! Get in here!" Both their voices were slightly slurred by the noisy patter of raindrops, but Iruka's shout echoed through the arena, his increasing impatience and worry amplifying his usually mellow voice.
"Don't worry about me! I'm almost done, and then we can have ramen together, as you promised!" Naruto continued to work on the markings, which were slowly fading away. His hands were grazed and slightly stinging, but he continued to rub the paint with a thinner-soaked cloth, ignoring the ache in his back, and the slight taut of his calves from bending too long. Rolling up his sleeves, he grinned triumphantly as he squinted at his work once more.
"Leave this to me!"
"IDIOT!" Iruka rushed out towards his student, and was welcomed by a gust of needle-like raindrops against his skin. In his frantic dash to grab Naruto and pull him into the shelter, he slipped on a rag he discarded earlier, and fell, face down, onto the slimy floor, and skidded a little to the side, inflicting a muffled whimper from the now soggy teacher.
A familiar chuckle was heard, its owner's shadow hovering above Iruka. He felt no raindrops falling onto him, though it was still raining. He flushed as he was reminded how silly a state he was at the moment, but nevertheless, turned to look at his new shelter. He was greeted by an umbrella-wielding Kakashi, who had squatted down to face him, a slight twinkle of amusement in his usually slack eye.
"Ka.Kakashi-sensei." He squeaked.
"Good morning Iruka-sensei. Having a morning swim in the mud?" Kakashi teased.
"N. NO!"
With his one eye in a happy curve once more, he gathered Iruka up onto his feet, and patted a towel and a new shirt onto the man's cold hands.
"There. I'll get the other idiot." The grey-haired man handed the open umbrella to Iruka, and opened another he was carrying along with an extra set of towel and shirt, and headed towards the soaking Naruto.
When the rain stopped, the three were eating at the nearest ramen store.
- To be continued -