Author's note: Thanks to all my faithful readers and reviewers. I'm really amazed how good response this story received. And because you were so good, here comes another chapter, another Naruto's victim. Read and enjoy.

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Asuma

"It stinks," the five-year-old boy scrunched his nose cutely when his guardian lit his cigarette.

"What are you talking about?" Asuma asked. "It's a pleasant, relaxing scent."

"It stinks," Naruto insisted.

"You don't know what you're talking about, kiddo," the jounin said.

"It stinks." The little boy sounded annoyed.

"Oh, come on, it's not so bad."

"It stinks awful." Naruto's tone made it clear that nothing could change his opinion.

"Alright," Asuma sighed and snuffed out the cigarette. Everything was alright for a while. Only Asuma's nicotine addiction demanded its next fix. Ten minutes later he couldn't resist it anymore and lit another cigarette.

"Stinks," Naruto scowled.

"Oh, come on, it's just one smoke."

"It stinks." His little charge was glaring at him.

"Oh, well." Asuma snuffed the cigarette again. This time it took only five minutes before he couldn't resist lighting it again.

"It stinks." Naruto scowled. This time Asuma refused to stop smoking. He really needed the nicotine.

"Just this one," he told Naruto.

"It stinks bad," the boy scowled darkly.

"Then I'll go over there," the jounin decided and walked towards a nearby tree. He leant against the trunk, hoping that he'd finally be able to enjoy his smoke in peace.

"It still stinks!" Naruto shouted.

"Oh, come on, you can't smell it over there!" Asuma shouted back and proceeded to enjoy his cigarette break. He closed his eyes in pleasure as he took a long drag. He really needed that. Curse that annoying child, he never let him smoke. Didn't he understand that he really couldn't do without it?

When Asuma opened his eyes again, he couldn't see Naruto anywhere. Oh no, did the boy slip away when he wasn't looking? But where could he have gone? Before he could start looking for him, several liters of cold water drenched him completely, dousing his well-deserved cigarette. He looked up. There in the tree branches was Naruto, holding a still dripping bucket almost as big as he was. The child was grinning from ear to ear.

"Much better."

Asuma quit the job after a week. He couldn't go without smoking for any longer. The withdrawal symptoms were bad.