Food Play

By: Sneaky Cat

Disclaimer: Own Naruto? Heh... I wish...

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: Kakairu

Warnings: OOCness, no plot, random sillyness, drabbles and suggestive uses of food.

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Iruka was making a cake. No one knew why, least of all himself. Perhaps he just thought it would pass the time, or he was interested in something sweet. Or perhaps he had remembered a special occasion or some other reason that most people would consider baking a cake for.

There was just one problem. Sprinkles.

Iruka had somehow managed to knock an entire container of multicolored sprinkles onto the floor while he had been attempting to mix the frosting.

And Kakashi was laughing at him. This defiantly made it a problem.

Now most people would find a broom or a vacuum cleaner or some other cleaning device and rid themselves of the troublesome bits of sugar once in for all.

Unfortunately for Iruka, he was too focused on the snickering Jounin to really consider mopping up the floor.

The brunette chunnin brushed the flour he knew had collected on his nose away, crossed his arms over his chest and glared.

"Sorry Iruka…" The damned man was still chuckling. "It's just…" More laughing. "Why multicolored sprinkles?"

Iruka felt his eye twitch.

"Ask the cupboard."

Kakashi broke down laughing once more. Not impressed, Iruka stalked over to the snickering man. Or tried too. Instead he found himself falling backwards. God damn those little bits of infuriatingly colorful sugar!

Instead of the hard ground, Iruka was a little surprised to find himself caught by a pair of warm arms. Not too surprised, but a little. The chunnin wouldn't have put it passed Kakashi to be too busy laughing to catch him.

Kakashi flicked Iruka's nose.

"Hey, there's still some time left before the cake's done right?"

Iruka glared. "Keep laughing and you'll be sleeping on the couch!"

Kakashi smirked in return. "Then how about I convince you otherwise…"

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And the beat goes on... :p