Forget upset, Kakashi was livid. Did she really have to meet with Aoba and flirt with him shamelessly? She had to know that he was watching.
When the hell had he become so voyeuristic?
Somehow he had crossed a very fine line of sanity and the only cure lay beyond that thin door who was talking with that goggled idiot.
He liked Aoba, hell, he was a nice enough guy. He was a decent shinobi, strong, handsome, polite, not frivolous about dating just anyone. He was the kind of guy that someone like Tenten could easily fall in love with, settle down and marry.
So naturally, Kakashi wanted to rip his damn head off and feed it to his ninken.
They were getting cozy on the couch, he settling his arm around her like he did before at the café earlier that day. She quite comfortably moved into make herself at home, resting her head on his chest. Then she took out her hair, letting it cascade around her shoulders. She leaned forward to shake it out. Aoba slowly reached out to touch it, probably casually mentioning how soft if felt or how lovely the scent of her shampoo was. She tilted her head to the side and spoke. He instinctively moved a hand to his glasses, hesitant about taking them off in her presence.
Only she could manipulate some one into taking off that kind of security blanket. Kakashi had seen her do it a few times with Shino.
She curiously reached out and slid them off his face. She sighed with her head cocked to the side and smiled. She probably said something to him about how it was such a shame to hide such things so that others couldn't enjoy them. Pity, she would say.
And she would mean it, too, which made Kakashi even more mad. Aoba was falling for such a stupid ploy as he smiled victoriously and they settled back into their places on the couch.
They looked so damn happy it made Kakashi sick.
So, naturally, he did the only logical thing he could think of: he set the building on fire.
The old furnacing system was far outdated anyways, and most of everyone was out on the streets and safe. Kakashi had made sure the only destruction was to the ancient heating ducts which seriously needed to be replaced. They were no longer up to code and presented to be a fire hazard. He considered what he did a public favor. Who said he wasn't one for volunteer work?
Granted that reduced the chances of Aoba dying in his sleep from a fire in the middle of the night, but it got them out of the apartment and into the public eye, so Kakashi considered it a victory.
It was shortly after they had been staring aimlessly on the street up at the complex when Aoba realized he left his glasses inside.
Kakashi just happened to be walking by when the shinobi had dashed up to his apartment to fetch them
"What's going on?" he asked casually, as if spotting all the people on the street for the first time.
Tenten had been holding her arms together, rubbing them every so often to keep them warm as she looked up at the apartment complex. She looked over at him and then looked at the building. Then she looked at Kakashi again with wonder and back to the smoldering furnace.
"You did not," she spoke as if she was hoping that he would contradict her assessment.
"I did not what?" he asked in an offended way and did not like being accused.
She seemed to not hear him as she looked so very disappointed and outraged at his behavior.
"Since when did you decide to sink to such low levels as to destroy private property? Let me guess, the fire was limited to the old heating vents and no ones actual apartment? You couldn't have just triggered the alarm?"
"Do you really think no ones apartment got damaged?" Kakashi asked while he lightly considered lighting one of them on fire just to throw her off his trail.
"Buildings like this aren't as up to code as the newer ones. It would be a miracle if no one was hurt and there wasn't a lot of property damage."
Aoba had come back down with his goggles back on his face, but there was a disconcerting frown also there and Tenten didn't have to look far to see who the culprit was.
"My apartment is covered in soot," he explained to Tenten, who had turned her back on Kakashi to offer Aoba her undivided attention. "I am afraid that pie I baked is ruined. Sorry, Tenten, I will just have to make dessert for you another time."
Tenten was busy smiling up at him, in the middle of reassuring him that yes, she would love for him to bake her another pie and eat it with him very soon, when Kakashi very rudely interrupted.
He was able to see her eyes flash warningly at him right before he graciously offered Aoba a place to stay at his house for the evening. Aoba looked around clueless for a moment, unable to turn down such an elegantly offered gesture. He muttered his gratitude and dumb luck and told Kakashi that he would just grab a few things from his apartment and head back down.
With Aoba out of earshot, Tenten turned to look at Kakashi, and he had to fight a smile on his face she was so pissed.
Walking closer with each angry step, Kakashi noted her jaw jutting to the side before she spoke, "Because he couldn't have stayed at my apartment?" She was grinding her teeth now, and Kakashi not only fought laughter at her perturbed appearance, but had the audacity to reply back to her.
"Well, that just wouldn't be proper," he said placing a little old lady in a pink bathrobe and curlers in between the two as he spoke.
Ignoring the sudden barrier, she side stepped Mrs. Apartment Number 102 and kept slowly and stealthily making her way to Kakashi.
"Stop. Meddling." She growled through clenched teeth. Aoba was back with a backpack over his shoulder, explaining to Kakashi, again, how grateful he was that he had a place to bunk for the night. With a hand squeeze to Tenten, a disapproving look from Kakashi, and a smile to Aoba, they ended the evening.