Note from the Author: -.- Yay for OOCness. :brandishes OOC shovel: Anyway, happy birthday, Kakashi.
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Hatake Kakashi had had ever intention of lazing with his Icha Icha all day – his own little present to himself.
Of course, nothing ever goes just right for Kakashi, and just as he settled down in his favorite spot – a tree in a remote clearing, miles from the village – he received a summons from Tsunade. With one last look of longing at his book, he disappeared in a poof.
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He officially hated horses – end of story. Horses were evil.
He had sworn to Tsunade that, after today, he was never doing another "help around the farm" mission ever again – especially with his completely out-of-their-minds students. (Naruto complained all day that Sasuke was trying to rape him. All the Uchiha said to defend himself was: "It's not rape if you like it.")
And, of course, not one of them had remembered – if they had known in the first place.
He sighed, closing his front door and locking it behind him – though he knew it wouldn't do much good if a ninja with any sort of talent really wanted to get in. It just made him feel like he had some sort of privacy. "Happy birthday, Kakashi," he mumbled, trudging off for a shower and then for a nap.
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"Kakashi!"
His bleary eyes blinked open against his will. "Hn?"
The worried face of Umino Iruka relaxed slightly. "I thought you'd died on me. Where'd the bruise come from?" He pressed a finger lightly into his chest.
Kakashi batted it away. "Horse kicked me because Naruto's a moron." He murmured, lifting the corner of the blanket and inviting the Chuunin in. "Come 'ere."
He blushed. "Kakashi, if you're hurt, I don't think-"
"Don't care." He grabbed his arm, pulling him down and snuggling against him. "Something's going to go right today, or I'm going to kill myself."
Iruka frowned, giving up on resisting the affection and tucking himself into his arms. "Don't talk like that." Sighing, he laid a kiss on his jaw. "Happy birthday, Kakashi."
Then he was giving out a muffled squeal as Kakashi mashed their mouths together. "You remembered!" he purred happily, nuzzling against his neck.
Iruka laughed, trying to catch his breath. "Of course I did." His lips brushed across the exposed forehead. "You molest me on your birthday every year."