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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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4
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Mission Objective: Escape
Author's Note: just a side story, something i thought of comming home from a journey. ^_^ regular chapter should be up friday. i have finals tomorrow so. .. .. here we go!
Disclaimer: Misashi Kishamoto owns these wonderful characters, not me, I just manipulate them... mwahahaha!
Misison Objective: Escape
Kakashi really was an idiot. He had thought that he could be able to fix breakfast since Iruka was out cold. It had started out simple. His objective was scrambled eggs and bacon. Simple right? Well, you'd think so too if you were either a ninja, prodigy, or even Kakashi, which said man was. But it just wasn't so.
First, you must crack the eggs, without getting any shells in the bowl of innards. F-A-I-L-U-R-E!! To say the least, Kakashi struck the egg on the side of the bowl and crushed the shell to a million and one peices, he fished out the bits of shells and whipped them up and put them in the fryer. The pan had been sitting there idly, getting hot, so when the ninja had put the runny eggs in the pan they turned brown immediately. As an after thought he added a half of stick of butter. Can you spell heartfailure? With his pittifully burnt pile of eggs in a plate, he halfheartedly scrubbed out the remaining eggs stuck to the pan and took out the bacon. This should be fun. The bacon was sizzling and making his mouth water, he couldn't wait any longer to devour them. So, he put the half cooked pork on his plate. Bits of black things stuck to the bacon and Kakashi flicked them off before trying to eat the peices of fat. He sat the plate down on the counter and dug in, leaving the stove on with the pan-handle sticking out precariously. Checking to see if both of the other occupants in the apartment were still sleeping he pulled down his mask and tried a bit of the black, brown and yellow concauction posing as scrambled eggs. He wrinkled his nose, they tasted horrible! He tried the bacon, they tasted alright but then again he wasn't really into eating them. Oh the whims of an aging ninja. He abandoned the plate and was reaching for a bowl on the other side of the stove when his sleeve caught the handle of the pan. Summoning the grace given to him from his father, he caught the pan. . . . . the cooking side of the pan. . . . the very hot side of the pan. His hand sizzled instantly. Wishing not to wake Iruka he bit his lower lip to keep from screaming throwing the perpatrator in the sink.
Ointment and gauze fixed his hand right up. Cereal sounded safe.
Out of all that noise and different smells, Iruka had waken up to the sound of munching from the table ten feet away. Slowly comming out of his twenty hour sleep, Iruka imedeatly looked for Itachi. He saw that the door to his room was still closed, so he cautiously walked to the door and cracked it open to see Itachi laying on his back sightlessly looking up at the ceiling.
"He was making noise." was his only answer to an unasked question.
"Well, come on." Iruka faught off a yawn and stepped over to the bed and helped the man up. "I'll cook up something to eat."
Down the hall and to the table was a short journey. But Iruka knew he was missing something, that something was out of place and he knew that he would soon become pissed. He sat Itachi down at the table and noticed Kakashi's bandaged hand. He looked at it questioningly. "What the he-"
"Gotta go, I'm late." Kakashi stood up from his finished bowl of cornflakes and rushed to the door. "Ja ne." he waved over his shoulder and slammed the door in a hurry. What was soon to come would not be something that was braught by natural disaster, nope, no-sir-ee. This calamity that was about to erupt was known around the block as 'Iruka's Kitchen Invasion.'
See, there was a rule established as soon as Iruka found out that Kakashi was a worse cook than Naruto. So, the rule was, no entering unless getting something to drink, rinse out your dishware, and the occasional chore of cleaning the dishes. When Iruka was there, there was to be no unauthorized entry by any forigner. Well today that rule was severely broken, and the punishment was just as much. But as long as you were out of earshot, it wasn't so bad. . . that's why Kakashi was all but teleporting away from the apartment.
"KAKASHIGETBACKHEREYOUSTUPIDMOTHER! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!?!?!?!"
'Poor Itachi' the silver haired jounin could just see said man shoving his pinky in his ear and checking for canal bleeding.
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midnight: Sorry guys, just got back from a six hour drive. My roomie's going to Germany to see her fiance who's in the Army. soo sweet! it seems like Iruka is yelling alot huh... oh well, ja ne.
Disclaimer: Misashi Kishamoto owns these wonderful characters, not me, I just manipulate them... mwahahaha!
Misison Objective: Escape
Kakashi really was an idiot. He had thought that he could be able to fix breakfast since Iruka was out cold. It had started out simple. His objective was scrambled eggs and bacon. Simple right? Well, you'd think so too if you were either a ninja, prodigy, or even Kakashi, which said man was. But it just wasn't so.
First, you must crack the eggs, without getting any shells in the bowl of innards. F-A-I-L-U-R-E!! To say the least, Kakashi struck the egg on the side of the bowl and crushed the shell to a million and one peices, he fished out the bits of shells and whipped them up and put them in the fryer. The pan had been sitting there idly, getting hot, so when the ninja had put the runny eggs in the pan they turned brown immediately. As an after thought he added a half of stick of butter. Can you spell heartfailure? With his pittifully burnt pile of eggs in a plate, he halfheartedly scrubbed out the remaining eggs stuck to the pan and took out the bacon. This should be fun. The bacon was sizzling and making his mouth water, he couldn't wait any longer to devour them. So, he put the half cooked pork on his plate. Bits of black things stuck to the bacon and Kakashi flicked them off before trying to eat the peices of fat. He sat the plate down on the counter and dug in, leaving the stove on with the pan-handle sticking out precariously. Checking to see if both of the other occupants in the apartment were still sleeping he pulled down his mask and tried a bit of the black, brown and yellow concauction posing as scrambled eggs. He wrinkled his nose, they tasted horrible! He tried the bacon, they tasted alright but then again he wasn't really into eating them. Oh the whims of an aging ninja. He abandoned the plate and was reaching for a bowl on the other side of the stove when his sleeve caught the handle of the pan. Summoning the grace given to him from his father, he caught the pan. . . . . the cooking side of the pan. . . . the very hot side of the pan. His hand sizzled instantly. Wishing not to wake Iruka he bit his lower lip to keep from screaming throwing the perpatrator in the sink.
Ointment and gauze fixed his hand right up. Cereal sounded safe.
Out of all that noise and different smells, Iruka had waken up to the sound of munching from the table ten feet away. Slowly comming out of his twenty hour sleep, Iruka imedeatly looked for Itachi. He saw that the door to his room was still closed, so he cautiously walked to the door and cracked it open to see Itachi laying on his back sightlessly looking up at the ceiling.
"He was making noise." was his only answer to an unasked question.
"Well, come on." Iruka faught off a yawn and stepped over to the bed and helped the man up. "I'll cook up something to eat."
Down the hall and to the table was a short journey. But Iruka knew he was missing something, that something was out of place and he knew that he would soon become pissed. He sat Itachi down at the table and noticed Kakashi's bandaged hand. He looked at it questioningly. "What the he-"
"Gotta go, I'm late." Kakashi stood up from his finished bowl of cornflakes and rushed to the door. "Ja ne." he waved over his shoulder and slammed the door in a hurry. What was soon to come would not be something that was braught by natural disaster, nope, no-sir-ee. This calamity that was about to erupt was known around the block as 'Iruka's Kitchen Invasion.'
See, there was a rule established as soon as Iruka found out that Kakashi was a worse cook than Naruto. So, the rule was, no entering unless getting something to drink, rinse out your dishware, and the occasional chore of cleaning the dishes. When Iruka was there, there was to be no unauthorized entry by any forigner. Well today that rule was severely broken, and the punishment was just as much. But as long as you were out of earshot, it wasn't so bad. . . that's why Kakashi was all but teleporting away from the apartment.
"KAKASHIGETBACKHEREYOUSTUPIDMOTHER! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!?!?!?!"
'Poor Itachi' the silver haired jounin could just see said man shoving his pinky in his ear and checking for canal bleeding.
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midnight: Sorry guys, just got back from a six hour drive. My roomie's going to Germany to see her fiance who's in the Army. soo sweet! it seems like Iruka is yelling alot huh... oh well, ja ne.