Title: Good Night
Characters: YonKaka
Word Count: 348
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or it's characters. They belong to Kishimoto-sensei.
Kakashi lay in bed, hands running over an abnormally large and heavy kunai. He was in a sort of daze from listening to the current storm's sounds of lightning, thunder, and rain. The creak of the bedroom door alerted him of a new presence and he pushed himself up into a sitting position. He looked as the figure sat on the bed. Every so often, the lightning would strike and give a glimpse through the darkness.
"You're soaking wet," Kakashi said, "You'll get a cold, Sensei."
He received a chuckle and ruffle of his hair in reply. He watched as the Yondaime stood and proceeded to change into dry clothes. Flopping back on the bed, he twirled the kunai effortlessly and turned on his side to make room for the new occupant of the mattress. He reached out a hand to touch the other's face.
"You're cold," he muttered.
"Well, I'd expect that after being out in the rain," the older man
"I guess so," he said pulling away his hand.
The Hokage turned and gave him a warm smile. Kakashi flushed and rolled over to face the opposite direction. He faced him again and grimaced, earning him a laugh and an apology.
"Care to warm me up?"
The young jounin blushed furiously and quickly turned away. He glanced over his shoulder to see a jovial face staring back at him and resume his aloof attitude. He could hear the man in the back of him chuckling, amused by his actions. He did not appreciate being teased, though his solution was a bit more childish than how he was being treated.
"Good night, Kakashi."
A soft kiss was placed atop his head. He was feeling rather silly now rather than the triumph he had hoped. He rolled over yet again. He was now facing a back. He was feeling worse now; it was like a taste of his own medicine and it did not taste very nice. He moved closer to his former teacher until he was almost pressing against him.
"Good night, Sensei," he murmured.
"Good night."