Getting It Right
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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10
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Kakashi - Belated Birthday
Character: Kakashi
Prompt: Belated Birthday
Word Count: 497
A/N: This was going to be a oneshot...but it wasn't good enough. So I edited it down to be a drabble. Sorry Kakashi. You can still have my babies, though.
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Kakashi stared dubiously at the heavy cake sitting in his lap, decorated with far more candles than he even dared to count, wondering why such a fire hazard had been placed on top of his most sensitive-to-pain organ.
The excited faces of his students and old sensei continuously inching closer within his personal bubble did little to relieve his anxiety.
“Erm…”
“This is dumb. Dad, are you sure they didn’t mention anything about brain damage?” Naruto asked, backing up and crossing his arms, a petulant expression replacing his old one.
Offering the three young shinobi a reassuring smile, Minato poked the bandages wrapped around Kakashi’s head. “Don’t worry, he was only bleeding a little and they got carried away with the gauze.”
“Obviously,” Sasuke opinionated, eyeing his sensei’s cocooned form that made him look like a mummy more than one of Konoha’s elite ninja’s.
Kakashi tried to shift his position, but found that there was very little he could actually move. Just who the hell treated him? Hadn’t he been submitted for a frying pan to the head?
“Don’t move now, Kakashi. You’ll drop the cake,” Minato admonished, gently pushing the confectionary over a few inches so that it was in less danger of falling.
“...” Kakashi stared down at the cake, whose candles were now mostly melted, and back up at the smiling faces that surrounded him. Lips turned down in confusion as he turned his head as best he could towards the wall where a calendar hung, noting the X’s that crossed off the previous days.
Nope. Nothing seemed to match up.
“…Why is there a cake on me?” he finally asked, the loud groans of his students shocking him.
“SEE! I KNEW he was lying!! We TOLD you, Dad!! You should’ve forced him to keep his promise before he went and almost died,” Naruto yelled.
“Kakashi-sensei, it was your birthday yesterday,” Sakura gently explained as the Yondaime tried to calm his son down in the background.
“Yes, but that doesn’t explain why there’s a cake on my lap today.”
“You were unconscious yesterday,” Sasuke added, as if it explained everything.
“Yeah!” Naruto piped in, cutting off his father’s lecture to him in favor of a more interesting conversation. “And the day before that! And the day before that! And the day-urk!”
“The kids were growing worried,” Minato explained with a smile, his left arm almost casually holding his son in a headlock as punishment for both ignoring him and being annoying. “So I told them you would regain consciousness on your birthday, since you promised you would celebrate with them. Please don’t tell me you purposely didn’t wake up yesterday to avoid that promise…”
Kakashi frowned. “Minato-sensei, I don’t celebrate my birthday.”
Miffed at his student’s bluntness, Minato scowled and pointed authoritatively at the cake. “You do now. Now shut up and blow out your candles.”
At the equally murderous looks he was receiving from his students, Kakashi found he really couldn’t say no.
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Owari...
Prompt: Belated Birthday
Word Count: 497
A/N: This was going to be a oneshot...but it wasn't good enough. So I edited it down to be a drabble. Sorry Kakashi. You can still have my babies, though.
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Kakashi stared dubiously at the heavy cake sitting in his lap, decorated with far more candles than he even dared to count, wondering why such a fire hazard had been placed on top of his most sensitive-to-pain organ.
The excited faces of his students and old sensei continuously inching closer within his personal bubble did little to relieve his anxiety.
“Erm…”
“This is dumb. Dad, are you sure they didn’t mention anything about brain damage?” Naruto asked, backing up and crossing his arms, a petulant expression replacing his old one.
Offering the three young shinobi a reassuring smile, Minato poked the bandages wrapped around Kakashi’s head. “Don’t worry, he was only bleeding a little and they got carried away with the gauze.”
“Obviously,” Sasuke opinionated, eyeing his sensei’s cocooned form that made him look like a mummy more than one of Konoha’s elite ninja’s.
Kakashi tried to shift his position, but found that there was very little he could actually move. Just who the hell treated him? Hadn’t he been submitted for a frying pan to the head?
“Don’t move now, Kakashi. You’ll drop the cake,” Minato admonished, gently pushing the confectionary over a few inches so that it was in less danger of falling.
“...” Kakashi stared down at the cake, whose candles were now mostly melted, and back up at the smiling faces that surrounded him. Lips turned down in confusion as he turned his head as best he could towards the wall where a calendar hung, noting the X’s that crossed off the previous days.
Nope. Nothing seemed to match up.
“…Why is there a cake on me?” he finally asked, the loud groans of his students shocking him.
“SEE! I KNEW he was lying!! We TOLD you, Dad!! You should’ve forced him to keep his promise before he went and almost died,” Naruto yelled.
“Kakashi-sensei, it was your birthday yesterday,” Sakura gently explained as the Yondaime tried to calm his son down in the background.
“Yes, but that doesn’t explain why there’s a cake on my lap today.”
“You were unconscious yesterday,” Sasuke added, as if it explained everything.
“Yeah!” Naruto piped in, cutting off his father’s lecture to him in favor of a more interesting conversation. “And the day before that! And the day before that! And the day-urk!”
“The kids were growing worried,” Minato explained with a smile, his left arm almost casually holding his son in a headlock as punishment for both ignoring him and being annoying. “So I told them you would regain consciousness on your birthday, since you promised you would celebrate with them. Please don’t tell me you purposely didn’t wake up yesterday to avoid that promise…”
Kakashi frowned. “Minato-sensei, I don’t celebrate my birthday.”
Miffed at his student’s bluntness, Minato scowled and pointed authoritatively at the cake. “You do now. Now shut up and blow out your candles.”
At the equally murderous looks he was receiving from his students, Kakashi found he really couldn’t say no.
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Owari...