Mission 4
Behind the Mask
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Today, of all days, Kakashi was refusing to remove his mask.
Iruka told him he'd gladly remove it himself and proceeded to do so-
He stared at the mask beneath the mask, half expecting it to be there. He pulled that down. He stared at yet another mask. He pulled that down. Iruka grew frantic, pulling down mask after mask after mask as Kakashi looked on in boredom he made no effort to hide.
Mask, mask, mask, mask, MASK! Where did it END! Mask maskmaskMASKMASK!
"It's the last one, promise." Kakashi added offhandedly as a vein began visibly throbbing at the Chuunin's temple. Iruka gave a short shout of triumph, yanked the black cloth down and beheld-
Yet another goddamned mask.
Iruka screamed, lurched up, blinked, seized the half-concealed lump lying next to him on his futon, hastily pulled at the familiar black cloth and ravaged the Jounin's mouth.
"Mmph." Said Kakashi.
"Dream." Said Iruka.
"You should have more of those." Replied Kakashi.
Hatake Kakashi was soon rendered unconscious once again by a terrible, merciless foe he had yet to conquer: The 'Umino-Iruka-Sensei-pervert-pummeling-fist'.
