Note: I don't own these characters...

Poinsettia
(NaruKaka)

Kakashi Hatake never liked poinsettia flowers much. One couldn't eat them, they didn't smell good, and the color was dreadful. In fact the flower reminded him a lot of a bloody weapon. All in all, the plant was not something he ever enjoyed seeing and many people knew this. So when a large bouquet of them was delivered to his door that morning, he wasn't sure if he should be pissed or just throw them in the trash and forget about them.

Which is where they would probably be if the card hadn't caught his attention. The card was cryptic and, honestly, a little romantic.

To my most precious person, please wait for me by your bedroom window tonight at midnight.

Kakashi would be lying if he said he wasn't a little bit happy. Nothing like this had ever happened to him like this before. But why would the person send him... poinsettia's? Sure, there was a lot of the annoying flowers around, since it was coming up on Christmas, but there were plenty of other flowers that would probably be better suited to send someone. Especially someone who hated this particular flower as much as him.

Curiosity won out in the end and he ended up leaning out his open window at eleven fifty, hoping whoever sent them would at least be prompt. The minutes ticked away and he found his eyes drawn to the flowers beside him. For some reason they reminded him of something other than blood... the red was sort of... sort of...

"For some reason I expected you to be late." Kakashi hid his jump well as he turned to face the new addition to his window. The blond sat on the window sill as if he'd been there all along. Kakashi felt his visible eye widen slightly. Naruto Uzumaki had grown up in the years he'd been away training... Grown up nicely. The silver haired ninja felt his face heat up, before anger washed it away.

A prank.

"Well played Naruto. You had me going there." His carefree voice covered the anger and hurt nicely. He smiled, waved and turned to leave. He was pretty pissed and preferred the blond wasn't around for that... because he was mostly pissed at himself.

"Whoa! What! Do you know how much courage I had to muster up to do something this stupid!?" Naruto shouted and gabbed his old teacher by the arm. Kakashi turned to him, expression still somewhat bored.

"Hm. Getting less brave as the years go by?" He chirped. "Your little prank was good. You got me. Now go home."

Naruto was furious. "Prank!? Are you kidding me!? Don't tell me you already forgot!!!" He shouted gabbing the older man by the shoulders. Kakashi looked at the youth a little startled. Forgot what? Naruto sighed when the man showed no hint he remembered at all. "When I left to train last time? Remember?" His voice was softer... hurt.

Kakashi thought back to the night Naruto had left to train on his own. He nearly slapped himself as it all came back. Naruto had told him he loved him, but the older nin told him to be serious and go train. When the younger blond stood his ground and refused to leave until Kakashi took him seriously, he told Naruto to grow up a bit more and tell him again in a more memorable way. Kakashi swallowed. He had expected the teen to forget all about it. "You were serious?"

Naruto just looked even more pissed. "Of course I was idiot! Who would joke about that!?" He shouted, pulling Kakashi's mask down and crushed his lips against his former teachers. The older man melted against the powerful and hungry lips and found himself responding. Several minutes past before the forceful blond pulled away.

Kakashi quirked a brow before the emotions sweeping through him could push the thought away. "Why poinsettia's?" He whispered. Naruto smiled knowing he had won.

"For one you hate them, so you'd probably remember this, and..." He let Kyuubi take over his eyes, making them flash red before reigning it back in and his eyes quickly returned to their regular piercing blue. "It was a hint." Kakashi smiled.

This time he initiated the kiss.

End Poinsettia

End of Holiday Snapshots. :]

I had fun writing these. I like 'em. Ha ha ha! I hate all three of the things that were the theme in these stories. Mistletoe always gets me into trouble. Fruitcake is nasty. Poinsettia's are annoying. I think I like 'em all a little better now. Ha ha ha! Merry Christmas Jillian. Told you I'd get them done before Christmas. Ha ha! Go me.