Today, December 5th, is Day of the Ninja. Of course all of you knew that, right? Well here is a short ficcy to honor Day of the Ninja. When I say short, I do mean short.
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Kakashi's lips slid apart behind his dark mask. With one visible eye that was presented to the outside world, he looked more confused than anything. The transfixed gaze darted back and forth as it read through the words on the web site.
"...Day of the Ninja? What the..." He muttered under his breath, suddenly looking around behind him dazedly to see if he could catch anyone's attention. "Hey... Iruka..." he grunted, leaning back in the chair until it creaked threateningly on its back two wheels. The chuunin didn't hear him, busy grading papers on the other side of the teachers lounge. "'Ruka!" he called a bit louder. With that burst, the chair slipped from under him. Agile reflexes unconsciously snapped his foot under the table, holding himself and the chair up. "Come look at this!"
Iruka stood up curiously, a pile of essays on 'Why Students Shouldn't Throw Shuriken at Teachers' Backs' in his hand. "Uh?" he grunted questioningly, leaning over the jounin's shoulder to peer at the site.
"Day of the ninja...? What's that?" he gave the page an incredulous look that clearly stated he was not impressed with such shinanigans.
Kakashi shrugged again, scrolling down the page. He winced, Iruka adding to the older man's reaction with a disgusted, "Ugh! Geez, what the hell do they think ninja are anyway?" he stared, now beyond unimpressed and into disturbed. "Black gi, black mask...? And they think that is inconspicuous?"
"Hn. Hehe, look at that one." he beamed at another faux-ninja, a female dressed a bit more seductively. A black shirt ripped to pieces to reveal pink skin, along with shorts that covered not even half her rear end. The mask on the girl's face looked suspiciously like a teenage mutant ninja turtle mask painted black.
"Pervert." he smacked the jounin across the back of the head with his pile of half graded papers, starting back to where he had beenc omfortably grading.
"Maa... I only have eyes for you." he made a lightning snatch at the back of the chuunin's leg.
Iruka dodged it and smirked back to the masked man. "I'm a teacher. I have eyes in the back of my head you know."
Kakashi looked back to the screen and scrolled down further, pondering that thought which had visited on several occasions. Sometimes, he really did believe that Iruka had eyes back there. He made a mental note to check that later.