Yes, yes... people in Konoha actually do normal things like cleaning (who did clean house for Naruto?) As a cleaner, I have a vested interest in this question.
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I sadly, do own Naruto, or else I would have renamed it Kakashi!
White Fang, Lightning's Howl: The Secret of the Hatake Clan
Home and Dreams
This time around, he had the keys with him. Still, it was difficult to turn them in the old locks of the gate and even more difficult to open the main house's front door. Finally, sliding it open, he walked in. Silence still seemed to reign here – for once, he was thankful for the place: it was the perfect spot to stay during his month long preparations.
Looking around the grimy, dusty kitchen, he could almost see the cook and he young son standing there yelling at each other. She had been a cheery soul, if his memory served him right and her son was the errand boy, a mischievous imp, a few years older than he.
It had been left spotlessly clean, but time had worn it down. It would give him something to do.
Five hours later, Kakashi sat back and read a bit of his romance novel as a consolation prize for getting the kitchen done and the groceries put away. After awhile, he went in search of a room to sleep in – preferably with a bathroom attached.
The main suite turned out to be his best bet. He had no wish to sleep on a mat on the floor in the servant's quarters (which were too far away to begin with, being located in another building) and his original bed was too small for him.
Three hours later, Kakashi flopped on his new bed, completely worn out. Everything had been cleaned and cleared and scrubbed. He decided to repair the walls later in the week.
Cleaning is more tiring than sparring with Gai, he mused. Now I know why Father had all those servants!, he mused.
He shut his eyes.
It was the next day and he was walking down the street with Jiraiya.
"What're you doing back so early?" Kakashi asked, pausing in front of the romance bookstore.
"Well…." Jiraiya sighed. "It's…. Naruto…. He's…. It was only a matter of time until he would be overcome…. You never did spend enough time training him."
As he turned, his white hair shortened. It wasn't Jiraiya at all. Kakashi gasped.
"But then," the man said cruelly. "Since when were you worth living for?"
"Father!" Kakashi cried, sounding like a seven-year-old.
Kakashi sat up with a jolt. He gasped out.
In a moment of disorientation, he wondered where he was.
He looked around at unfamiliar shapes. The low but large double bed. The antique wood furniture. The expensively decorated walls.
Then, remembering, he leaned back with a sigh.
Right, I'm back home.
He felt depressed.
Although, it was early in the morning, Kakashi could not find sleep again. After showering, dressing and eating breakfast, Kakashi slipped out for a short visit to the monument.
By the time, he returned, he had acquired some semblance of peace.
He was ready to begin.
