Sakura
Running across rooftops to reach Kakashi's apartment, only one thought flashed through my mind. Why? Why had he not told anyone about his sickness? I mean, he was around 37 now, and as much as he doesn't like it, he is getting older. Finally I reached his apartment and rushed in. The windows were still open, but I could smell something burning from the kitchen. I ran in and saw Kakashi collapsed on the floor, and a bubbling pile of grease that probably once was a slab of meat. I turned off his stove, and turned to the ninja lying on the floor. "What the heck have you been doing, Kakashi?" I yelled. Kakashi moaned as I pulled him up off of the ground.
"What have you been doing as well, Sakura?" Kakashi asked weakly, trying to be funny. Ignoring him, I pulled him into his room and onto his bed. "You're still wearing your wet clothes? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Geez, do you want me to go tell Lady Tsunade?" I ranted, turning to him. His face paled at the mention of the hokage. "I thought not. I'm going to go get you some clothes." I muttered, turning to his dresser. I pulled out some grey sweatpants, a black shirt, and (closing my eyes) some boxers for Kakashi. Dumping the clothes on his bed, I said, "I'm going to leave for five minutes so that you can get dressed. I'm going to go fix you some food, and get rid of your failed attempt at cooking." He nodded and I left the room. "Men," I muttered. "What are they trying to do to themselves?"