Mission 9

Packing a Pakkun

180 Words

"Hey, where have you been?" Pakkun raises his head, glaring at the shadow sliding through the open window. He isn't thrilled at being summoned then left here to play guard dog. It is morally degrading for such a magnanimously devoted, intelligent -and undeniably- adorable canine such as himself to be so under appreciated. Here is his master coming back hours later, another human's scent hanging over him like smog.

Really thick, pungent smog.

Kakashi grins through his mask. "Everywhere."

"Don't make me bite you."

"Don't make me bite you."

Pakkun snorts, glaring up at him. "So, how was sensei feeling tonight? Still sick?"

"As a dog." A lazy gaze is fixed on a pair of skeptical animal eyes. "Why? You smell it?"

"I'm going to point out the fact that your ears have multiple bite marks on them that aren't mine."

"I had to fight off a pack of rabid Genin?"

Pakkun stares.

"One rabid Chuunin?"

Pakkun continues to stare. Blankly.

"One rabid Chuunin who I've claimed is sick but has actually been incapacitated because of my frequent nocturnal visits?"