Title: Kekkei Genkai
Rating: PG-13 for adult themes?
Characters: Kakashi and friend
Word Count: 507
Summary: No one understands the Sharingan like Kakashi.
Author's Notes: GASP! An ACTUAL drabble? How can it be? What horrors may follow? Enjoy it while it lasts, people. And remember, caring is sharing. Naruto belongs to you, me, and everyone else who enjoys it enough to write fanfiction. Not that hack, Kishimoto. Never him. Oh, that'd be a horror.

Oh, one last thing in case you don't know. An onsen is a hot spring, in this case an open resort for bathing. (No, they aren't ACTUALLY co-ed. Usually. Though there are some. And y'know, sometimes the walls aren't that intimidating either) A hitai-ate is the proper name for that deal everyone wears around their forehead, and Lee wears around his waist. Lee's a fruit, though. What can I say?

Nobody really understood the Sharingan like Kakashi.

Yeah, sure, it was the bloodline ability of the Uchiha clan. Kakashi really had no right to the thing anyway. But Obito had given it to him, in replacement for his own ruined left eye. And now Kakashi had a Sharingan of his own, and that was that.

And he couldn't help thinking, no one else really understood the thing.

Certainly not Sasuke. The little brat was always using his Sharingan for the most simplistic reasons. To win in a fight? To see through his opponents techniques? Sure, the Sharingan was considered a ninja tool, and it was invaluable in battle. Kakashi's own reputation as the Copy Ninja could attest to that. But Sasuke had a one track mind.

Get power at all costs. Kill Itachi.

Okay, so maybe that counted as two tracks. But really, that was about it. And with an attitude like that, how was Sasuke supposed to master the Sharingan?

Orochimaru... Orochimaru wasn't any better. The man, if Kakashi could really call him a man... The man was obsessed with becoming the ultimate being, mastering every technique in the world. Another one-track mind. And yes, the Sharingan WAS excellent for memorizing techniques. No doubt about that. Thankfully, Orochimaru still didn't have a Sharingan. He just WANTED one. If he and Sasuke ever DID wind up sharing the same body...

What a waste. Kakashi sighed to himself.

Itachi. Now that man had some class. Itachi seemed to have SOME idea what the Sharingan was all about. Using Tsukuyomi on Kakashi proved that. Three days of freakish, dispassionate torture. It was like being stabbed to death, over and over again, by a giant muppet. Itachi was a sadistic little bastard, and he really needed to make some more attractive friends than those creepy Akatsuki dudes, but at least his heart was in the right place:

RECREATIONAL USE.

"Oi, Kakashi! There's an onsen over there! Whaddaya say we go have a LOOK, if ya know what I mean? I've been dyin' to do some... research."

Kakashi turned to the man beside him and lifted his hitai-ate from where it rested, covering the Sharingan. He stared meaningfully into the other man's eyes. "Shut up, Jiraiya. And stop asking about the onsen, already. It's giving me a headache."

Jiraiya blinked twice, and shuddered as Kakashi lowered the hitai-ate back into place. "Yeah. Yeah... What was I saying, Kakashi?"

"You were offering to buy me dinner, 'cause I paid the last five nights," Kakashi hadn't really. But thanks to the Sharingan, Jiraiya THOUGHT he had, and that was what mattered.

"Yeah, sure. Yeah, sure. My turn, ainnit?" Jiraiya scratched his head absently.

As they continued walking, Kakashi reached up and twisted the hitai-ate just enough to move the metal Konoha badge away from his eye. He turned his head lazily, scanning the street. What was the point of going to the onsen, anyway? The Sharingan could see right through clothing after all.

Kakashi smiled a small, secretive smile. Sasuke would never understand.