A/n: Aha. Here it is. And, SAV…I mean, soon I'm going to get a review from you saying: "Ooh, that reminds me of how I proposed!" Lmao… . Ah, anyway…Go read! Thank you to ALL of my reviewers for putting up with my slowness!


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After the first day in weeks of doing absolutely nothing, Iruka decided the perfect way to close his evening was to sit down with a good, long book. Anything but porn, thank you very much.

At around eight thirty in the evening, Iruka was interrupted from his book by a loud banging on his door.

'What took him so long…?' Iruka thought, a small smirk forming on his face.

After getting up and slowly setting down his book, he strolled over to answer the now frantic knocking at the front door.

As he opened the door with the most pleasant of looks on his face, he was greeted with a very entertaining sight.

In front of him stood Hatake Kakashi, the famed copy nin…with his back hunched over, mask sliding down the side of his face, stains of god-knows-what on his vest, and a giant wad of gum in his hair.

Holding back a snicker, he greeted the man with…as much politeness he could muster.

"Can I help you, Hatake-san…?" He asked, oh-so-innocently.

The man grunted and pushed past Iruka into the small house, sitting down at the kitchen table. Iruka watched him with amusement playing in his eyes before deciding to close the door and join him in the kitchen.

"Again, can I help you?"

Kakashi, who now had half of his face exposed, rolled his one visible eye to Iruka, setting him with a weary look.

"There's gum in my hair."

Iruka snorted. "Really? Where?"

The older man glared. "Funny. I can't get it out."

Iruka looked around. 'Odd… he hasn't asked about his book yet.' "…And?"

Kakashi looked frustrated. And, judging by the fact that the man had no porn, stunk something awful, and had a huge wad of gum stuck in his hair… Kakashi had every right to look frustrated.

But, that didn't mean that Iruka couldn't laugh at him for it.

Kakashi sighed. "…Could…could you help…me?"

Iruka, who was over the sink, making a pot of tea, burst out laughing.

"Are you…asking me…to help…you?"

Kakashi looked away. "…Yes."

Iruka grinned and picked up the scissors out from a drawer and approached him. Kakashi noticed the scissors, jumped back and held out his hands out in front of himself, staring at Iruka with a look that could only be described as pure, unadulterated terror.

"What the hell do you think you're going to do with those?"

Iruka looked around before giving Kakashi a strange look. "Um, Kakashi, I have to cut the gum out…"

Kakashi shook his head. "No…you don't."

Iruka sighed. Things like this were never as easy as they originally seemed.

As Kakashi kept on listing the many ways for Iruka to not cut his oh-so-precious hair, Iruka seized his chance and along with the gum, cut a gigantic chunk out of Kakashi's hair.

"Done." Iruka stepped back, satisfied with his work.

Kakashi just looked up at him in horror. "You didn't…" He jumped up and rushed into the bathroom. Iruka watched him, leaning against the towel.

Soon enough, Kakashi came running out, and began to talk…except, it sounded funnier.

"Do you not know what I go through to get it to stay put!"

Iruka looked at him. "Less hair, less time it'll take in the mornings."

Kakashi let out a large groan and started all over again. Iruka laughing the entire time…

"I mean, I don't have my book, god knows what you've done with it…"

"I threw it out."

Iruka's comment was answered with a loud slam of his front door and a very quiet house.

Chuckling to himself, he put away the last of the dishes, and went off to bed.

He could get used to going to bed like this.


A/n: AHAHA HA! Okay, so..enjoy Kakashi's suffering now, (Or don't.), because it's soon going to get quite dramatic.

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