Here you go Dazy part one of the many ideas you inspired. :P
Kakashi glared.
He grit his teeth and glared.
If looks could kill the poor son of a bitch dancing with Sakura would have been sent to the seventh level of hell by now. Sadly looks could not and so here was the infamous copy-nin pathetically glaring at the mystery jonin who he very much believed to be Genma. Vaugely he heard his glass shatter in his grip. Damnit. Damn Genma damn Sakura, damn this bar, the party and the music. Kakashi huffed, and straightened prepairing to leave. when a rough and familiar hand landed on his shoulder.
He turned.
"Genma." He growled stiffly and then a thought hit him. Quickly he turned to look at Sakua who was still dancing with (more like all over) her dance partner. A quick look with the Sharingan told him that neither "Genma" was a shadow clone meaning that the other Genma wasn't Genma at all.
Then who the hell was dancing with Sakura?
Kakashi frowned deeply, "Kakashi? What's up man, your actin' reeaaaal, freaky." Genma said lazily taking a sip of beer. The other Jounin gave no respons, much to Genma's growing annoyance.
Then Kakashi spoke lowly, "Who is dancing with Sakura?" Genma cocked a brow reconizing the tone of voice. It was dark and foreboding, and if anything deadly. Swallowing nervously, Genma rolled the senbon in his mouth, "Sakura? Oh your litle kunoichi? Yea I think I last saw her dancing with Yamato-" In a flash the copy-nin was gone leaving genam to sigh as he shuddered. He took a deep gulp, tasting the bitter alcohol wash over his tongue.
"Damn he's got it bad."
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