A/n: Ah…I'm getting some reviews…YAY! Thanks to all who reviewed!

Oh, and…uh…sorry to Porcelain 'bout the lack of lemon…To be truthful I thought about it…but then I ended up…not having time… ((.--))

Enjoy…

The residents of Konoha surrounding Umino Iruka's home were to be rudely awakened at the ungodly hour of five thirty am by the sound of an alarm clock hitting a wall and a sharp yell coming from the house.

"That stupid excuse for a--" Iruka muttered, rolling out of bed and stepping over the remnants of what used to be an alarm clock, then headed to the bathroom. If you had said to him that morning, "My, Iruka, you don't look too happy…" you'd probably get an alarm clock in the face.

Iruka was not happy.

The hopes of receiving a nice hot shower were ruined by the water and the soaking towel on the floor of his usually clean bathroom…

Iruka groaned…there probably wasn't even any hot water left…

Frustrated, he stalked into his room, gathered up every item of clothing and linen and put it all in the wash. This…was his process.

After putting everything he could find into the washing machine, he then glanced into the bathroom, realizing that he had forgotten the towel.

The fucking towel.

Iruka narrowed his eyes and stomped over to it, picking it up, careful to not get himself wet, then stomping downstairs as loud as he could.

With every intention of throwing the goddamned towel away, he stood outside the kitchen door and silently prayed that no one was in there and that the jounin had decided to skip breakfast this morning...

As Iruka entered the small area, it was obvious. The gods hated him.

Yes, he was relieved that Kakashi wasn't in there…but, unfortunately, his mess was.

After throwing the soaking towel into the trash, he took a closer look around the small kitchen. Spills, crumbs, dishes… Obviously the man couldn't cook, couldn't clean…

"Baka…"

Then his grimace suddenly turned to a smirk. The window was wide open…and beside the window, was the unmistakeable orange cover of Kakashi's…so very precious Icha Icha Paradise.

Iruka raised an eyebrow. The window was open…if the chuunin's theory was correct, Kakashi left in a hurry.

Whether the jounin had left the book on purpose, as a reason to come back, or by accident, Iruka knew one thing was for certain.

Kakashi was never going to see it again.

Iruka laughed and tossed it into some random drawer, and continued to clean up the kitchen.

After finishing cleaning everything in his house, including himself, he settled down on his own couch, cup of tea in hand, and a pile of essays to grade, in hopes of removing everything from the previous night behind.

Fat chance, dolphin.

Said dolphin groaned loudly and threw his pen across the table. This wasn't working. He debated the idea of reading a book…but then dismissed it when he realized that he had read all his books.

"Damn…" he hissed. It was the first time, in a long while, Umino Iruka was bored.

Frustrated, his mind traveled to that drawer, which held that awful orange book…and then played with the idea of returning it to…him. Just to see him again, to see- No! We're doing everything we can to NOT see him again, you fool!

His mind was screaming. Headache.

After getting up and getting another cup of tea, he laid himself back down on his couch, rubbing a hand over his face.

Bored, once again, he allowed his mind to wander…

To soft lips on his, the whisper of sheets in the night, chest to chest…tracing fingertips over a face, a scar...lips trailing down his neck, fingertips running over his stomach, hands slipping down towards his—

He let his mind wander to far.

Iruka sat bolt upright from his lying position and shifted uncomfortable, crossing his arms over his stomach, and glared hard at the floor.

Kakashi…

Kakashi was going to get that book shoved up his ass, if it was the last thing that Iruka did.

A/n: Alright! I'm excited now, cause I really like where this is going…Do you?