You walked out first. The water ran from your body a like a million tiny rivers as you got out of the bath and wrapped the dry towel around yourself. The steam still hissed from your skin.

Were you still mad? It was only a little prank, or maybe just a harmless shove. Or maybe I overdid it?

Maybe you just didn't like getting your head wet.

"Wait, Kakashi. I'm sorry, alright?" I relucantly rose out of the warm waters, with the coldness of the air biting me, causing hairs to raise all over the place. I stumbled around, trying to catch up; by the time I had my pants on, you were already out the door. "Dammit, Kakashi, wait!"

It took me a moment just to start running after you, and after that moment, I was so determined with catching up to you, I didn't see you stop. I was even panting; I panted so hard, I didn't hear the man selling sweet potatoes yelling in a frantic voice about his runaway cart.

Naturally, with the circumstances, it would have been pretty hard for me to avoid the cart of steaming sweet poratoes that came charging my way. So charge my way it did.

The last thing I heard was the loud thud, the last thing I smelled was the dust of the road, and the last thing I saw was the sun, high above the sky.

Author's note: ... omgackt, my first multi-chaptered fanfiction. And no, for your curious minds, it doesn't end here. That would be much too cruel to have Iruka suddenly die. Because he's my favorite character, he will not die from getting run over by a sweet potato cart.