A/N: So I actually had two versions of this chapter. One that I wrote last night in an effort to have something down, and the other that I wrote today when I should have been catching up on my school reading since I was absent from school Thursday and Friday. To be honest I am not pleased with the other version, but it seems like I can use that in the future to tie everything together. I felt like I was giving away too much and people would lose interest if I suddenly just told everyone why Kakashi acted the way he did in the last chapter. Since I'm an author that likes to drag things out just a little bit (please don't kill me), I've decided to use this version instead. Honestly the other one was wayyy to dramatic for my liking. But anyway please enjoy this chapter and give me some feedback. I always love constructive criticism because it helps to improve my writing.

This is a humor induced chapter to level out the angst in the previous one.

When he finally came around, Kakashi realized that he was still sprawled out on the floor with pillows and bed sheets strewn carelessly around him. It looked like one of Konoha's once a year monsoons flew through his bedroom, putting everything that was once in their correct position into a massive heap of crap on the floor. Just looking at the mess brought an unwanted migraine that seemed to have already been lingering prior to him waking up. A soft groan passed through his lips as he slowly sat up, trying to discern right from left as the room seemed to gyrate around him. Kakashi knew that he hadn't been out binge drinking the night before, but it sure felt like it as his head began to pound as if waiting for the full effect of a hangover to pass over him. Seconds, minutes, maybe even hours passed by, but he sat there trying to nurse the sudden onslaught of pain that passed throughout his body. First it began with his head, and then it seemed as if the pain became a river as it flowed from the upper part of his body down towards his chest. The only response that Kakashi could even think of to dull the pain was to curl up into himself and wish it away. Yes it was useless to wish something like pain away, but it seemed like it worked.

Not completely, but enough where he was able to actually stand on his two feet without feeling like he just went through a washing machine. He racked his brain trying to remember if he actually had any medicine in his cabinet to at least reduce the pain to a low throb. Of course he came up with a blank and decided that actually looking for the medicine was better than thinking about if he had it or not.

He slowly shuffled towards the bathroom and opened the white cabinet where bottles of pills stared back at him. "Upset stomach. No. Digestion. No. Ear infection. No. Strength Pills. No." It was everything but what he needed. Clearly irritated he slammed the cabinet door shut, but instantly regretted it as the loud noise did nothing but worsen his headache. "Just great." He mumbled. Not only was he not able to find any medicine for his searing headache, but he just made it ten times worst thanks to his uncontrolled temper.

The rest of his morning routine consisted of him trying to put his puzzle pieces back together so that he was at least able to function properly without feeling the need to keel over and expel the contents of his stomach unto his less than acceptable kitchen floor. Kakashi didn't feel the need to eat, but the wanting of having something warm settling his stomach overpowered him. He sat at his kitchen table waiting for the water to boil on the stove so that he could set about brewing his tea. Somewhere at the back of his mind he knew that he was missing something this morning. He couldn't remember if it was exactly important or not, but the nagging feeling pushed him towards the answer of yes, it was important. Of course through his hazy induced mind he paid no attention to his instincts, but instead calmly sipped at his chamomile tea. Kakashi wasn't one for tea. He was more of a person that liked his coffee bitter. The more bitter it was, the wider awake and more alert he was. He actually forced himself to drink the blasted drink without any sugar or cream added (if you look hard enough you'll notice him wince). It was just that something about the chamomile tea that he just couldn't get away from. Maybe it reminded him of his father, who drank it as if it was his life source, but whatever it was it soothed his stomach and calmed his nerves.

Adding a little bit more honey he continued to sip at the tea, making sure to savor every last drop before leaving his apartment. He made a metal list of what his tasks would be as he finished up the last of it. First he would need to restock his fridge, and then go to the bookstore down the street to collect some essentials (Icha Icha Pardise Deluxe Edition). Following that a visit to the weapons shop was long needed as he had to purchase a new set of kunai's, seeing as how the ones he had now were chipping and not in the best of shape. Then he would have to stop by the mission room to drop of his…week late report. Genma was sure to have his head when he catches wind of it. But hey, at least it wasn't as bad as the time he had to escort Yukihara, a wealthy man, to the Rice Country, and ended up handing in his share of the report three weeks later. Although now that he thought about it…he couldn't remember if he actually did turn in that report. Genma was surely going to raise hell.

"Maa..better late than never."

So it did turn out that the three week old report hadn't been turned in, and that it had been sitting on a stool in his bathroom. When Kakashi had found it, he stared long and hard at it while scratching his head. The question that rang through his head went along the lines of "How in the world did that get there?" And then upon further search throughout his bedroom, because he had to clean it after this morning's monsoon, he found two incomplete reports that were dated two months old.

This was seriously not good. His morning was a disaster and his afternoon was sure to be a disaster as well. To be honest he couldn't even remember doing those missions, thus adding to the pile of "holy shit's" that seemed to be flying left and right. First it began with his breakdown yesterday, then this morning's sudden disaster, his three mission reports, concluding with his wallet being empty. Yes, Kakashi Hatake was currently broke and couldn't even buy himself dinner.

"Where is Naruto when you really need him?" It seemed to make sense why he was broke though. Not turning in your mission report meant you didn't get paid. And seeing as how he hadn't even bothered to complete the darned thing, he wasn't expecting Genma to put 100 yen down on the desk. The only payment he'd probably received would be a bunch of D-rank missions (without pay) or strangulation courtesy of yours truly, Genma.

Scratch the little plan that he had this morning, the only task he had to complete today was:

Survive Genma's wrath.

Seemed easy…enough.

"Yo."

"Don't you "Yo" me you lazy bastard." Kakashi laughed nervously and took three steps back from Genma's desk, not really wanting to be in the path of his hellfire. "Well…any excuses that you have today Kakashi? Hmm." If only you could hear the venom lacing his voice, it would make Satan tuck tail and run. Kakashi wasn't really scared of many people, but when it came down to his fellow, senbon loving Genma…you really didn't want to add wood to the bonfire. "Maa…you see. On the way here I stopped to smell the daisies, and the lilacs, and the roses, and the violets…and I guess I got carried away."

"Oh really. For two months you just happened to be fixated on every single flower that ever crossed your path."

"Well….it didn't exactly all go like that."

"Oh really now? Care to enlighten me."

"What had happened was (Kakashi learned never to start a sentence with that) I helped a little girl find her parents. Turned out her parents lived in Kirigakure." The sheer animosity the Genma held for him couldn't even be explained in words. Each time he made up another excuse Genma's face would contort to the point where Kakashi wondered if the human face could actually look like that. "Any more…" He hissed. By this point Kakashi was cornered into the wall with half the mission room staring at the odd sight in front of them. "Planted a tree and watched it grow."

"No."

"Uhh…Found out the real reason why the sky's blue."

"Not even working."

"Okay. You have to believe this one. A little old lady—"

"Uh-uh. Used that one already."

"Christ…I thought I didn't… " He mumbled with a hand on his chin. "You better come up with something fast."

"I got lost on the road of life.

"That will be fourteen unpaid D-rank missions, and a nine hour shift with Kotetsu." He shouldn't be surprised, because he kind of expected it (and deserved it even though he would never voice that). To be honest he thought that he would have gotten something much harsher. In the past Genma would have put him on temporary suspension for the crap that he's pulled. You wouldn't believe some of the stuff he's done in the past. "Getting soft Genma?"

"Push it one more time Hatake and that'll be twenty D-rank missions and a three day shift with Kotetsu. Be lucky I'm letting you get away with this one. Anyone else and they would have been up to their eyeballs in nothing but genin level missions. So prove to me that you're a jounin and stop acting like a brat. It's annoying."

After that little kick in the ass Kakashi left the mission room with a smile on his face. At least something decided to make his day. Now all he needed to do was find some food to eat.

A/N: Short but I figured a little humor might make your day. Didn't want it to be all angst you know. *wink*

P.S This was all my sick little self would allow me to write in one chapter. The next one is being typed as you finish reading this sentence :)