I know… I deserve to be punished for writing this. Perhaps, you can come up with something sufficient. You know, other than the pain of knowing that I don't own Naruto (This also doubles as my disclaimer as it clearly states that I don't own Naruto).
Closet Case… or the Case of the Closet, which ever.
Part 3: Shisui's Closet.
Shisui's closet was only termed 'Shisui's Closet' due to the amount of time he spends inside of it. It was actually the hall closet in The House Of Dead Uchiha, where several life-challenged Uchiha's, the former Yellow Flash of Konoha, Sasori, and one very live Chuunin named Kotetsu resided. Still, it's a very special closet.
Shisui loved to spend time in his closet. It was where he molested his older/younger dead relative Obito for the first time (as well as several times afterwards). It was where he had gotten Mary-Sued. It was where he went to sulk. But, the best thing about his closet was the peephole.
Yes, Shisui's closet had a magical little peephole that allowed him to see into the closets of the living. Now, one wouldn't think that would be all that exciting, but it is. More things happen in closets than one would think. For example, he had used his magical peephole to watch Konoha's youth play seven minutes in heaven and other such games that required being locked in a closet with someone else. He also had a front row seat to Asuma and Kurenai's closet antics. He knew Ebisu's secret… he'd seen the photographs, and though they weren't porn, they were provocative in their own way. He also knew why Ibiki had bought that yukata- once again that is a story for another day.
So, when Shisui shut himself away in his closet for the day, hoping to see something that would help alleviate his Mary-Sue withdrawal, and instead found himself viewing the public closet most often frequented by Asuma and Kurenai, he was a little surprised. He wasn't shocked to see that the closet was in use. But instead he was shocked by who was using it. Though… it was rather entertaining.
So now I'm done with theregular stupidity and we can get on to the smut part of the stupidity.