10. The Hyuuga Clan does not collectively have a stick that needs to be removed from certain places. Nor do they appreciate graffiti plastered over their homes informing them of such.

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Kotetsu shuffled past the mission room door, peering inside before scruffing his sandal in the dirt and moving to the side. Waiting for Iruka to come out of the Hokage's office always took forever. He bet the Fourth was still lecturing about the dangers of fooling ANBU operatives.

Sighing, Kotetsu sat next to Izumo, who was fidgeting next to Ibiki. Man, were they in for a rough two weeks; Snoring Bear had taken this offence personally. This meant that they were going to be running laps for hours on end. Kotetsu hated running laps; they were so boring!

Kotetsu stood up and was attempting to shuffle past the door again, when he was promptly hit in the forehea as Hyugga Hiashi stepped out of the Hokage's office. That door had been thrown outward with a lot of force!

Glaring at the pompous shinobi in front of him, Kotstsu noticed that Hyuggas really did have their noses stuck in the air like something smelled really bad, and he was positive that he didn't smell that pungent. Izumo and Iruka were the ones that had run after the dog, not him.

Cursing with a word that he had, erm, learned from Ibiki, Kotetsu got up and brushed the dust from his pants and moved his hitai-ate to cover the growing bump.

Hiaishi stopped at his cursing and turned to Ibiki: "Your student uses most vulgar words, something I would expect from commoners."

Kotetsu contained his snarl. So what if he was a commoner? That didn't automatically make the other man a better person then him. Turning to face the Jounin head on, Kotetsu noticed the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He instantly straightened up and approached her cautiously. "Dear fine lady,I apologize for my offensive language. I'm afraid I over looked your celestial beauty. May I have your name?"

Izumo blushed for his friend; no one talked like that anymore except in movies. He was pretty sure it was Hiashi's fiancée who Ko was attempting to woo.

"Oh," the dark-haired woman fidgeted, glancing at Hiashi cautiously, almost amusedly, "Well."

The Hyuuga suddenly lashed out, grabbing the teen and throwing him at Ibiki, who deftly caught the poor genin. "Never talk to my fiancée in such a way, you hormonal cretin." Sniffing disdainfully, the byakugan user strode off toward his precious compound, his fiancée following him, looking worriedly over her shoulder.

"Hey, Ibiki, what was that about? Does he not like us or somethin'? Because that was a mean and nasty thing to do." Izumo glanced up as his teacher.

Ibiki grunted in reply, an affirmative grunt, not a denying one. How the team could tell one from the other those not on the team had no idea. They all sounded alike. "I'm the only who can play with his head, and he holds that against me." Ibiki gave a toothy grin that made Izumo inch away discreetly. "He normally would never react that way toward hedgehog-head here, but my presence always brings his temper closer to the surface. That, and he's just naturally like that."

Kotetsu nodded and sat down. How dare that Hyuuga disrespect him and his sensei? And the beautiful woman, how dare Hiashi-san get in the way of true love? Iruka would definitely help him in his revenge, if he ever made it out of the office that was.

He could hear things being thrown, either by, or most likely at, his friend. But first he would have to think of something to do. Hmm…

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"Oh beautiful, gorgeous, princess of my heart." Kotetsu was lost in his own world again, while Iruka was left scoffing at his friend's foolishness and making sure didn't get caught by the Hyuugas. Ko was lucky that Iruka was even with him. The Fourth sure had given him a talking to, and even ended up throwing paperweights at him. Really, could the Hokage get any more undignified? And he hadn't been lying either, there had been zombies, damn it! It wasn't his fault that they had mysteriously disappeared as soon as he left; why didn't anyone believe him? When had he ever lied…about something so important, that is.

Shaking his friend out of his dreamy haze, Iruka motioned in hand signs that hey had to start dismantling the anti-trespassers-jutsu connected to the wall. Ko nodded and got to work, studying the chakra patterns engraved in the stone. They had spray paint and stencils, so all they had to do was get in and make some art.

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Hiashi stepped out of his room at 6:00 the next morning, and just stood there in shocked silence, gazing at the mix of purple, orange and green that covered the courtyard wall in front of him.

At first, the nature of the project remained elusive, but soon he realized that what he was looking at was, in fact, a picture of himself, having a stick shoved up his rear end.

The images and lettering seemed to go on forever on each side of the wall.

The rest of the Hyuugas and most of the surrounding populace woke up to his deafening bellow of disapproval and anger.

His fiancée rushed out of the room next to his and stopped short, taking a moment to allow it -the sight to sink in. She giggled hysterically. Although not quite appropriate, the artwork really was spectacular; it looked exactly like the flushing Hyuuga beside her, only the skin was a very bright green.

On the other side of the village, Iruka sulked. They'd stayed up all night spray painting the walls that surrounded the compound, and by the time they'd gotten to their target's room, they'd run out of flesh-colored paint. The green had been a good insult, but it didn't go very well with the purple eyes. He shrugged; one could only do his very best and nothing more.

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Kakashi groaned. It was his day off, and he had planned to sleep in, but now he was being awakened by the stream of profanities and unintelligible screams issuing forth from the Hyuuga compound across the street. Which, though rare indeed, didn't impress the poor boy. All he wanted was to claim the first hours of sleep he'd managed to snag within the last week.

"Curse you all who enter here," he croaked from beneath his blankets. Damn, and now he was getting a cold, too.

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Dang, that took me a loooooong time TTTT oh wells. I hopes its okayz.