Chicken Ramen

HKUI

The first person that
witnessed it was a plain, ordinary Chuunin who worked on the mission
board part time. There wasn’t anything special about her. Average
height, average weight, average looks, and a fairly good candidate
for undercover missions by this. But the moment she opened the door
to Iruka’s apartment to deliver a few scrolls that the Hokage
wanted him to check, she squeaked in surprise, staring at the scene
that greeted her. She stammered out an apology, refusing to meet the
scarred Chuunin’s gaze, left the scrolls on the table near the
door, and promptly fled the area.

The next victim was
Iruka’s neighbor who dropped by to see if the Chuunin needed
anything. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she managed
to ask Iruka and with a negative reply, she went on her way.

The third person who
was Kotetsu who brought an extra scroll that the first person forgot.
His only reaction was a raised eyebrow and a muttered, “I didn’t
know you two had it in you…” before the door closed behind him,
the thunk of a shuriken hitting the door echoing down the
stairway.

The fourth person was
Kurenai, who was told that she could find Kakashi at Iruka’s
apartment by Kotetsu. When she appeared on the scene, she let out a
long whistle and said, “Damn. If I knew you two were doing this, I
would have came by sooner!”

A kunai and two
shuriken chased her out of the apartment, embedding on the door where
numerous marks like it decorated the wood. Kakashi grumbled under
his breath about nosy people and got up to grab his weapons before
sitting back down by Iruka. He then held up a scrap of cloth to
Iruka who raised an eyebrow.

“How about this one?”

Iruka sighed took a
hold of the black cloth, eying it critically. “No, Kakashi.”

“But it’s my
favorite shirt!”

“Was your favorite
shirt. If you wear stuff like this on missions, you have to expect
that it’ll get damaged. This one looks like you used a fire jutsu
in an enclosed space.”

Kakashi’s embarrassed
laugh answered the question and Iruka tossed it to the pile that
Kakashi deemed as “Scraps that might be reused if we’re
desperate,” before returning to his search for the small container
of sewing needles.

He didn’t even bother
looking up when the door opened again, only to shut without a word.
Kakashi answered the unspoken question. “That was Asuma. Maybe we
should put a sign on the door. ‘Warning! Men sewing inside!’”

“That would only
invite them in. I don’t want to work on more clothes beyond what
we have now.”

Kakashi shrugged and
rummaged around for a piece of clothing that wasn’t too damaged.
When he found a pair of pants with only a small cut or two on the
legs, he began sewing up the gash. While his abilities might not be
as good as Iruka’s, it was enough for him to repair small damages.

“You’d think that
this would be expected. I know most of them repair their own
clothes.”

“You’d think,”
Kakashi mutter before sticking himself in the finger for the fifth
time that night. There were some things that he could never get a
hang of…

HKUI

Okay, I know that this
idea was probably overdone, but it still makes me giggle. Honestly,
I haven’t seen any on the net, so I dunno.

I write them as they
come to me!