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Omake 1
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Omake # 1:
Kakashi liked
to think that he wasn’t easily surprised by the unexpected and for the most
part he was right. He had managed to complete his missions in good time and
still had his original set of limbs, eyes and teeth.
All in all, he
was a damn good ninja who was more than capable of taking care of
on the battlefield. So there really wasn’t any reason to believe that child
care would be in the same category as ‘nasty surprises.’
But life has a
habit of slamming her favorite lead pipe behind a person’s kneecap, sending
them falling straight down into a generous pile of doggy crap and Kakashi was
no exception to this.
The teenager gazed
at the small baby placed in his arms, who blinked back owlishly at the peculiar
looking boy.
To a baby, the
young jounin was quite the spectacle to behold. Not as much as Jiraiya, but
still something to gawk at. Crazy grey hair sticking up at every angle, face
mask, headband almost covering his sleepy looking eyes; little Naruto didn’t
know what to do with the strange person that was holding him.
Likewise,
Kakashi had no idea what to do or think about Naruto; who if one where to
discount the whisker markings, was practically a clone of his father.
After a few
moments of continual staring, Naruto raised a chubby little hand up to reach
for his face mask while Kakashi moved the baby around in his arms so that his
mask was no longer in danger of being pulled off by a curious infant.
Big mistake.
The moment
that the mask was no longer in reach, big blue eyes watered and trembling lips
came into play. Naruto began to whimper softly, tears now starting to come out
and roll down plump whiskered cheeks.
It was at this
moment that Kakashi knew that he was screwed.
Totally, utterly, royally screwed.
The ANBU
panicked for a moment and did the only thing that he could think of, and gave
the babe what he wanted.
“No Naru-chan,
please don’t cry! See look,” Kakashi hoisted the little baby towards his face
mask, allowing Naruto’s little hands to touch the mask.
For a few
moments, there was tense silence between the two. Naruto sniffled for a few
moments as he looked at the mask and Kakashi’s pleading eyes, wondering what to
do now that he got what he wanted.
Kakashi
resisted the urge to sigh in relief not wanting to disturb the infant further.
Crisis
averted.
Naruto lightly
patted the mask and seeing that there was no resistance or danger of being
moved smiled. The odd looking person holding him was allowing him to play with
what he wanted!
The Jounin
couldn’t suppress the smile that emerged when he heard his sensei’s mini-
giggling and scrunched up his face, looking very disgruntled.
Kakashi looked
worried at baby’s actions, “Naru-chan?”
And it was at
this precise moment that a foul miasma hit Kakashi with the force of a
cinderblock hurled at full strength by a wrathful Tsunade.
His eye
watered and he began to cough and gag at the unexpected smell.
“Oh! That’s
just awful! Take it back please!”
Naruto began
to giggle at the man’s response, cementing in Kakashi’s mind that he was
holding a sadist in the making.
Kakashi had
found his match in his sensei’s little boy, Namikaze Naruto.