Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ In Love With A Ghost ❯ Chapter 4 - Drastic Action ( Chapter 4 )

Last Chapter Summary: So, we now know that Kakashi had died when retrieving Naruto and Sasuke, KIA by none other than Orochimaru. AND, we also found out that Kakashi is still in the living world because he is supposedly in love with another girl... but here's the kicker. Kakashi had said that he had `lovED' her. LOVED. As in past tense. So why is he still here then?

 

[i.n.l.o.v.e.w.i.t.h.a.g.h.o.s.t]

 

In Love with a Ghost

… A Naruto fan fiction

 

In Love with a Ghost © SilverDragon

Naruto © Kishimoto Masashi

 

Chapter 4 -

“Drastic action”

 

I felt unusually warm when I woke up the next morning - unlike how I usually woke. My room was probably one of the coldest rooms of house, so... it was rather nice when it was warm, for a change.

 

I sighed contentedly, not bothering to open my eyes and snuggled my head deeper into my pillow, pulling the blankets tighter around me.

 

The door burst open and I was forced to open my eyes, as my mouth opened to form a huge yawn. Lifting my head up a few inches, I saw my mother glaring at me, "Okaa-chan?" I mumbled sleepily, questionably, and pulling the blanket over my head.

 

"Young lady, you get up at once; you're going to be late for work!" I pulled my covers down with a huff, rolling my eyes lazily towards my alarm clock, "It's only 8:20 A.M. okaa-chan..."

 

"It was to my knowledge that you start work at 9 A.M. Juri!!!" She was annoyed… And probably really pissed off. But I guess she'd been like that... ever since I had been out so late that one night. My bad.

 

But I suppose it would wear off in a few days, or maybe a week or two. I had gotten the `talk' last night when I had returned. It makes me want to move out. Lecturing parents waiting for your return home is not something anyone would look forward to.

 

I brightened slightly - I had the perfect excuse. "I start work at 12..." I mumbled. I had only just remembered that I had got a new job. Thank god. If my mother had found out that I had been fired, she would've thrown a fit.

 

"Ahh... I see... I was unaware that your boss has given you another shift."

 

"Yea..." I mumbled drowsily as she turned heel and walked out, closing the door behind her. Well, at least that got her off my back... for a few hours.

 

"Your mother is quite annoying... especially in the morning." a sleepy voice whispered softly. I nodded, closing my eyes.

 

"Yeah... she could be w-" I broke off, whipping my head to the right. I stared, eyes wide at a person sitting beside the bed. My room was still dark, since the windows were covered. That meant all I could see was some figure sitting there. Who the—

 

"AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I screamed. A hand promptly covered my mouth, "Shhhhhhh! It's just me, remember?!" On impulse, I clamped down onto his hand, and got the reaction I had hoped for. That's going to be one bruise you're not going to forget, you lecher!

 

Promptly, the hand was gone from around my mouth and I resumed my earlier screaming, "-” I choked, and threw my legs up. They connected and someone let out a huff of air, before I was thrown clean off the bed and onto the ground.

 

All my years of self-defense kicked in and I attempted to strike the intruder, slamming my elbow into one should and flipping up. I reached one arm up, yanking the curtains of the window and glancing down to see—

 

…Kakashi. His hands were up in surrender, eye analyzing me with an amused air.

 

I felt the urge to strangle the living daylights out of him. And this was one urge I was going to give in to today. I've just about had enough of him scaring the living daylights out of me each and every time. Reaching for him, as well as growling angrily, I had got-

 

The door slammed open. It was like everything in the room had frozen now. I was practically straddling Kakashi on the ground as I attempted to strangle him. Kakashi's eye was now wider than saucers. I growled. That damn—

 

Someone cleared their throat and I glanced over my shoulder cautiously where Mom and Dad stood. Mom was looking worried. Dad was looking like he was ready to beat something in - the intruder that is - not me.

 

From their perspective, all that they could see was me kneeling there, blankets thrown across the room, curtains on the ground and the bed askew. They probably didn't know what the hell was going on at all.

 

"Juri honey?" My mother asked, concern lacing her worried voice, "Is something wrong?" Subtle approach by my mother.

 

"..."

 

Not so subtle approach by my father.

 

"Juri! What on earth is going on in here?!" he roared. I winced immediately, and tried to fake stretching. Terrible acting, I know.

 

"Nothing!" I covered my head, flushing, as I closed my eyes tightly and ducked my head, wishing that I could just disappear into the ground right then. Go away… go away! "Nothing's wrong! Just... thought I saw a spider in my bed..."

 

I peeked over my shoulder again, to see my father grumbling in annoyance, "... got me up here when I could've been eating a good breakfast...." He disappeared out the door. My mother wasn't so eager to let me go quite yet.

 

"Are you sure, honey? That was an awfully big scream for just a spider," her worried eyes scanned me, as she walked closer. No! Bad idea mother!

"No! Er... I mean, its fine, don't worry!" I forced a sheepish laugh, "I... guess I never realized that I had been scared of spiders before.... It's okay... I think I'll get up now though. I don't feel like sleeping anymore.”

 

She stopped advancing, giving me a small smile, "Okay then. Breakfast will probably be on the table when you wake. Your father's going to work and I'm going to visit a few of the older folks, all right?" I only nodded meekly; glad she wasn't coming over any closer to investigate.

 

Even though she probably couldn't see Kakashi, she would probably think that the fact that I wasn't exactly touching the bed... wasn't exactly normal.

 

As the door closed with a click, I sighed in relief, before the situation fully sank in. I glared at Kakashi.

 

He held up his hands innocently. “What?”

 

I snorted. “I don't remember inviting you into my room!” He pointed an accusing finger at me.

 

“It's not like I did anything! Plus, I even asked you yesterday.” What? Since when? My mind drew a blank.

 

“Well.” I said shortly. “Asking something when a person is half-asleep is not considered valid. You're supposed to ask the question during a time I will actually remember it.” Yeah, I know. I was only making up excuses for myself now. Technically, I shouldn't have gotten so worked up over it. It's not like I've never shared a room with another guy before… though those guys were usually relatives.

 

Soft whistling caught my attention, and that's when I realized that I was still sitting on top of him.

 

I rolled off quickly, trying to fight off the blush that threatened to consume my entire life... okay, maybe not my entire life, but at the very least - my entire face.

 

Abruptly, I sat up, motioning for Kakashi out of the way. He gave me a curious look but obliged, standing up and to the side of the room. "Are going to wake up now?" He was now standing beside my bed, arms crossed. I noted that his vest was gone and his forehead protector was removed... But his left eye was merely closed.

 

`Huh… what is he hiding in his other eye?' He didn't seem to have noticed my silent musings. As he turned around, he slipped his head protector over his forehead, pulling it down to cover his eye. Shrugging my curiosity off, I ignored him, and stared at my pillow. Man, did that ever look inviting now.

 

A few seconds later, I grabbed the blankets and dove back under the covers, snuggling deep into the blanket, taking a deep whiff of the smell that was now present among my covers.

 

Feels nice… I thought softly, as the feeling started to lull me back to sleep.

 

"Ma!" I jerked away again, "I thought you were waking up..." I glowered at him for disturbing my rest, before ignoring him again.

 

"Bah..." I muttered. I curled up on the bed again, only to hear my mother call up to me.

 

"Juri! I'm going out now!!" That was fast... I thought sleepily, raising my head tiredly, "And your father already left for work! I'm leaving the house to you! Don't burn the house down!"

 

I didn't bother answering and I heard the front door slam shut. I'm not going to dignify that with an answer. I'm not as incompetent as to burn the house down like that!

 

That's when I froze. There, crawling along the bedspread was a huge, absolutely humongous spider. A humongous spider with eight hairy legs and two big, fat , slimy looking eyes that was staring back at me.

 

All hell broke loose. Okay, all hell within me broke loose.

 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I jumped out of my bed and leapt onto a chair, staring frightfully at it. The chair wobbled slightly from my weight. The door burst open a second later, revealing Kakashi.

 

"What?!"

 

"...." I stared at him with wide-eyes, "...spider." I squeaked out and pointed to the creature lounging lazily on my bed.

 

He snorted, "So you are afraid of spiders?"

 

"Just shut up and get it out of here!" I yelped and buried my head into my arms, hiding behind the back of the chair. It's bit and hairy and… disgusting.

 

"Che," A second later, I heard a flick and the window opened. I peeked out to see Kakashi deposit the spider outside, closing the window with a firm snap! "There, happy?"

 

I sighed and dove back into the bed, but not before checking twice to see if that spider had decided to have a litter of little, tiny spiders. Nothing. Good.

 

“Wait.” I said suddenly. “How come you can touch it if you're a ghost?”

 

Kakashi shrugged. “Sometimes if I concentrate I can touch stuff.”

 

“Ah.” I answered thoughtfully, before burying my face into my pillow again.

 

I heard Kakashi sigh before leaving the room. I didn't care what he did as long as he didn't do anything to the house that would reward me with a more punishment from my parents. Having strict parents sucked.

 

Ahh... peace and quiet...

 

CRASH!

I bolted out of bed, "What the hell-?!" I zoomed out of my room, and stared wide-eyed down the stairs.

 

The first thing that I saw missing was a big vase that usually sat on a stand at the end of the stairs.

 

There was a stand. A pure white stand. But here, was where the problem started. There was no vase. The vase had a white background, with raised (bumpy little things) blue and black swirls that covered it from head to toe. What made it even more valuable, was the fact that it had a script written by none other then the Hokage himself on it. Of course, that didn't mean that we knew the Hokage personally. My parents had received it from my grandmother, who got it from who knows where.

 

Slowly my eyes lowered.

 

There, stood Kakashi, rubbing his arm, wincing as he stared down at a broken vase. Not just any vase, it was my grandmother's vase. The one that my mother practically cherished.

 

Crap.

 

I. Was. In. So. Much. Trouble.

 

"What did you do?!" I wailed, zipping down the stairs and staring at horror at the mess at our feet.

 

"Uh... ah... sorry?"

 

"Sorry doesn't cut it, buddy! You could've concentrated on not touching the vase!" I growled, kneeling down to nurse the broken pieces. I could only think of what my mother would say when she got home... and my father... Oh god. My life was going downhill. I'm going to be doing house chores and yard work for the rest of my life!

 

"... Eh..." I didn't answer him, and picked up the bigger pieces - only problem was, there were no bigger pieces. It just so happened that this was the worst day of my life and the vase had decided to make it worse. By breaking into a thousand - no, a million pieces of itself.

 

I groaned, falling down so that I was sitting on my bottom, "I am in so much trouble..."

 

"Ma, ma, I can get you a new vase, if you would like." A soft voice said from behind and above me.

 

I turned to him curiously, "There's no way you can get a vase exactly like that! The Hokage himself wrote a poem on there!" Kakashi shrugged.

 

"It just so happens that I know the Hokage personally,"

 

I snorted, "Kid. The Third Hokage isn't here anymore. We have the fifth Hokage now."

 

Kakashi shrugged, "So what? Won't the fifth Hokage cut it? I mean, who will be able to tell the difference?" I contemplated his opinion. He had a point.

 

"You're a ghost."

 

"And?"

 

"No one else can see you but me."

 

Kakashi snorted, "But they can hear me, right?" I stood up, glaring at him, hands on my hips.

 

"So far, all we know is that Genma-san, and your stupid team can hear you... you... you old man!"

 

"I resent that."

 

I snorted, storming to the kitchen and coming back to the hall with a broom and a dustpan, before carefully sweeping up the pieces, "Oh, and you're not?"

 

"Just because I have silver hair, does not mean that it should be considered gray, and it also does not mean that I am old." Kakashi said sourly, brushing his hand through his hair quickly, "And besides, I bet you that I'm not that much older than you are."

 

"Yea, right. I believe you. Tell me another one." I said sarcastically, finishing sweeping up the pieces and stepping over the spot (you never know if you had missed some pieces), and walking into the kitchen.

 

Kakashi was right on my heels.

 

"It's true! I'm only 26!"

 

I stopped and turned, "Ichi said that you were 26 when you died! Wouldn't you count the years since that day?"

 

Kakashi snorted, "No. Because since that day, I've been dead, and you don't exactly count how many years you lived, if you're dead. Besides, I haven't aged at all," he glanced down at himself, "I don't feel any different. I feel the same as four years ago."

 

Oh. I flushed. I felt really stupid.

 

"My bad," I grumbled, turning around, and dumping the contents of the dustpan into the trash. I propped the broom back up by the refrigerator, and set the dustpan down beside it, before straightening up and giving Kakashi an expectant look.

 

"Well?"

 

"Well... what?" Kakashi asked, eyes eyeing the covered platter of food on the table. I raised an eyebrow. Did ghosts eat? Or drink for that matter?

 

My eyes brightened, as I remembered how my mother had honored the gods on a special day. She dumped some wine on the floor, before lighting Joss sticks and letting them sit until they were burnt out. That was how ghosts were fed, to my knowledge.

 

Without hesitation, I snatched a cup of water off the table, before splashing it onto the kitchen floor. I could clean it up later, I mean, it was only water.

 

Immediately, there was an instant reaction. Kakashi choked, and I heard him gurgling, before he began to cough uncontrollably. I blinked in surprise. Uh... maybe I should've warned him.

 

"You... -cough, cough- trying... to choke... me?" he gasped out, still coughing. I stepped forwards sheepishly before clapping him on the back, trying to help.

 

"Gomen.." I muttered, "Didn't know if it worked or not."

 

"-cough, cough- next time, give a little warning, will you? -cough,cough-" Kakashi hacked, before motioning to the cup, "This time, -cough- dump it more slowly... -cough, hack-"

 

I nodded, before stepping back and pouring it more slowly. Slowly, Kakashi's coughing stopped and he returned to normal, before nodding at me. I stopped.

 

"That's better," Kakashi's eye curved up at me, "Thanks for the drink,"

 

I shrugged, before setting the cup in the sink and washing it. Placing it in the rack beside the sink to dry, I wiped my hands dry on a white cloth and giving Kakashi a curious look, "Are you sure you can get a vase like that one for me?"

 

"Want to come find out?"

 

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"No! That one's too big! And it's all red! I told you! White background with blue and black bumpy swirls! You should know since you were the one who broke it!"

 

"..."

"Uh... miss, maybe I can be of some assistance?" I looked to my left, feeling my face flame when a young salesman stood there, looking rather disturbed, "Uh...” I started, "No, its okay... I think I'll just look around for a bit,"

The man nodded quietly and after shooting me a small look, turned and headed back to the front desk.

 

Presently, Kakashi and I were standing in a small antique shop. I had figured we might find, even if it was not identical, a vase that was sort of like the one that was now lying in pieces at the bottom of our trash can at home.

 

I mean, maybe my parents would overlook it? Who knew?

 

I turned my attention back towards the vases, before checking my watch, '10:03 AM' blinked cheerfully back at me. I had approximately 2 hours before I had to head off to work. Damn it! Who knew looking for a vase was this hard?

 

And having Kakashi here was no help. I swear the guy was color blind or something. Or maybe it was just the symptoms of having one eye...

 

Suddenly a vase was blocking my view. I blinked, and blinked again. There, in front of my face, was a medium sized vase - about the same size as our vase - and was white... with black and blue swirls!! Wee! A match!

 

My eyes brightened as I ran my hand along it, but found none of the regular bumps that used to be on it. My mood dimmed. Aww... damn. But oh well. It had taken us nearly 2 hours just to find this one, and I wasn't about to look for any more!

 

".. It doesn't have the bumps on it..." I muttered forlornly.

 

"... it's the only match we've found since 2 hours ago," Kakashi said sarcastically, "You're taking this, because I absolutely refuse to roam these shops anymore and I don't have all day. We still have to go to the Hokage, you know,"

 

I gave him a deadpanned look, "You think it's any better for me that people see me talking to myself? They probably think I'm nut-brained or something!!"

 

Kakashi shrugged, "Your problem."

 

Turning, my back on him, and carefully taking the vase into my possession, I carried it up to the front desk, giving the sales clerk a small smile, "I'll have this please."

 

He carefully checked it out, giving me a wary look the whole time, causing myself to feel even flustered and embarrassed. There went my reputation here. Not like it was good in the first place.

 

"That's 5000 yen please," the clerk said pleasantly. I fought the urge to beat him down right there. I just wanted to rub that smug smile off his face. But... sighing, I dug into my wallet, pulling out the required money and slapping it into his hand.

 

"Have a nice day, ma'am."

 

"Yea..." I growled, as I lugged the vase out the door, "A very nice day indeed..."

 

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Kakashi gave me an expectant look at we stood at the front of the entrance to the Hokage tower.

 

"What?" I asked blandly. What was he staring at me for?

"Knock,"

 

"What?!" I practically shrieked. I lowered my voice, when I glanced around and saw people giving me more room than usual, "Geh..."

 

"You heard me. Knock," he said in amusement, pulling out a familiar orange book, "I'm not going to knock, you know," Cursing inwardly at him for getting me into this mess, I grudgingly knocked thrice on the door.

 

I heard footsteps from within, before the door opened, to reveal a ninja in a Jounin outfit. He blinked at me, eyeing my vase curiously, before asking politely, "May I help you?"

 

"Uh..." I was speechless. Kakashi nudged me, and I managed to squeak out, "Can I speak to the Hokage, please?"

 

The ninja gave me an apologetic look, "The Hokage is very busy at this moment, I'm sure that she may not be busy tomorrow, or maybe later today. Why don't you come back la-"

 

"Kotetsu?" a voice from within spoke, "Who is it?"

 

The ninja, who had dark hair that stood up, defying gravity, and bandages that ran across his face, looked back, "It's only some villager-"

 

I clenched my fist. Only some villager, hey? I'll show you some villager all right!

 

I had just taken a step forwards, when a arm grasped my own, before whispering urgently into my ear, "Don't cause a scene."

 

"Shut up, pervert. I do not have time for -"

"Excuse me ma'am, are you talking to me?" the ninja, Kotetsu took my attention again. I flushed.

 

"I wasn't-"

 

"Yes I was," Kakashi said tauntingly, "You're very ugly and stupid and terrible repulsive." How on earth did he make his voice sound like mine?

 

"WHAT?!" I blanched. Kotetsu was now giving me a not so friendly look.

 

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I will not just stand here and let you insult me. I will have to ask you to leave. Now."

 

"But… but that wasn't me! I didn't say anything like that to you!" I pleaded, trying not to drop the vase that I held, "I just need to see your Hokage! Only for a little while? Please??"

 

Kotetsu frowned, and opened his mouth again.

 

But Kakashi spoke up again, "I'll sleep with you if you agree," he snickered and this time, I choked. Why the nerve of-!

 

Spotting the cup of tea that the ninja held in his hand, I snatched it, and despite his protests, splashed it onto the ground, resulting in the very same reaction from Kakashi like last time. Well screw you too you damn pervert? I thought you were going to help me?!

 

"—choke-gasp—cough-cough-"

 

The ninja was now staring in disbelief at me, as Kakashi's... choking... sounds filled the air.

 

"...."

 

"Kotetsu?" another ninja stepped out and I saw the mouth chewing on a senbon immediately. Genma!

 

"Genma-san!" I cried in relief, briefly offering a small smile of apology to the Kotetsu guy before feeling myself fill with relief. Now I had a chance. I had to get this vase back home before my parents got home!

 

"Why are you here, Juri?" he asked in surprise, eyes taking me in, "Is Kakashi here?"

 

"Genma? What are you talking about? Kakashi's not here anymore... remember?" Kotetsu said a confused and quiet tone, "Are you sure you're feeling all right? Genma?" Genma waved it off.

 

"Kakashi; you here?"

 

"Ma," Kakashi had finally calmed down, "I'm okay... except that I drowned in tea... But I'm okay... Never felt better," At that, Kakashi gave me a glare, which I retaliated by raising the cup more menacingly into the air. He backed down.

 

Genma eyed the wet spot on the ground that I had made, "What did you do, Juri-san?"

 

"Eh..." I rubbed my shoulder nervously, "Tried to kill Kakashi..." I trailed off, before setting the vase carefully on the ground. If that was even possible. Could the dead die again?

 

Genma gave me an amused look, "Can't stand him already?"

 

"Genma?"

 

"Gomen, Kotetsu," Genma finally turned to his fellow ninja, "Kakashi's not dead. Well, he is... but… he's a ghost. You might be able to hear him talk though. It is apparent that our little Juri here can both see and hear him."

Kakashi growled, "And I'm beginning to regret meeting her,"

 

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In the Hokage's office...

 

"Mmm... so Juri-san, you live quite an interesting life, especially since this has come up..." The woman behind the big mahogany desk drawled slowly. I stared at her blonde blocks. I wish I had shiny hair like that.

 

I blinked.

 

Huh?

 

"... How did you?" I started off meekly.

 

"Genma was very kind enough to inform me." Genma? The woman shot me a kind smile, "Do not worry. I won't hurt you; it's a certain ninja that I'm worried about. I am Tsunade, the fifth Hokage." she added. Well, of course I should've known that. Maybe…

 

I bowed in a slight greeting, glancing nervously over towards the vase to my left. Genma had carried it in for me. He was outside the room with Kotetsu.

 

"Hey." Kakashi snapped from his corner, "You make it sound like I'm going to molest her or something..."

 

"Well, Kakashi, you just might." Tsunade said, "Why are you still here, Kakashi?" she asked, "Shouldn't you be off to reincarnate?"

 

Kakashi grumbled something, not bothering to look up from his book. Not that the Hokage could see that, though. It turns out that most people could actually hear Kakashi.

 

The Hokage turned her gaze to me, "What is it that you've come here for, Juri-san?"

 

"Heh..." I suddenly felt rather embarrassed at having to ask her this. "I... I've come to ask a little favor of you, Hokage-sama. Uh... you see... Kakashi happened to be by my house... and broke my grandmother's vase... the one that was signed by the former third Hokage..."

 

Tsunade's eyebrows rose, "What is your family name again?"

 

I gave her a confused look, but answered, as asked, "Hatayama."

 

"Ah... so you are the grandchild of Sae, are you not?" her eyes twinkled, "You have her eyes, I'm surprise I hadn't noticed that!"

 

My eyebrows quirked, "You knew my grandmother?"

 

"Yes, yes, quite well actually. My sensei - the third Hokage, knew your grandmother quite well. They were childhood friends, in fact, and were great friends later on, as well. The vase was a birthday present to her, I believe. But... it seems like some careless ninja has broken it." Tsunade clicked her tongue in disapproval, "Kakashi…"

 

No answer.

 

"Well then, I suppose you want me to write another poem in it for you, right? But you could've just written it in yourself... or have someone else to write it... yes?"

 

"Heh.." I coughed nervously, "Well... actually, the poem ended with the Hokage's signature, as well as his own little... err... Stamp thingy..." I sweat dropped. Didn't I just have the greatest vocabulary ever?

 

The Hokage let out a light laugh, "Then I believe I can help you there." her eyes twinkled, "My sensei, left that personal seal here, so I will be able to use it. And I think I can try and forge his signature as well. I don't think he'll be blaming us in heaven now, will he? On another note, does it really matter what kind of poem?"

 

I shook me head, "It doesn't matter..." I just need the damn writing on there. Preferably as quick as possible so I could go home and put it safely back on the stand. And then I'll keep Kakashi far away from it. Very far away. In fact, let's just keep him out of my house completely, shall we?

 

"Then let's get down to work, shall we?"

 

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A few minutes later...

 

Soon, I found myself walking out of the Hokage tower; with an invitation from the Hokage to return to visit and with Kakashi hot on my trail, "Aren't you suppose to talk to the Hokage?" I asked curiously. I had distinctly remembered her asking to talk to him in a little while.

 

Kakashi grumbled something, "I don't have to stay there, and she's not my keeper."

 

I shrugged, "Suit yourself. I have to return this vase before going to work. It's almost 12 now.”

 

"Where do you work, anyway?"

 

"Eh...” I didn't answer want to answer, "Somewhere." Why would I tell him? He might end up showing up there and then screwing up my new job.

 

Kakashi slipped his book away, his previous sour mood (I was still wondering why he was in one) dissipating and a cheerful glint appearing in his eye, "Are you not going to tell me, wonderful Juri-chan?"

 

"... No," I deadpanned.

 

"Why not?"

 

"Because," I muttered reaching my front steps, and taking out my key.

 

"What if I throw in a deal? Will you tell me then? How's a night with Hagane Kotetsu sound?" My ears perked up slightly. Was that the ninja's full name? Wait a second... my mind fully processed what Kakashi had just said.

 

I growled, flinging the door open after unlocking the door, and proceeded to stomp to the kitchen, before filling up a cup of water. I saw Kakashi's eyes widened when I turned around. I smirked.

 

Now I had a way to get back at him!

 

"You were saying?" I asked innocently, swirling the water around in the cup.

 

"Uh... my mistake..."

 

"That's what I thought…"

 

"What about 2 nights with him? Or would you rather prefer 3 or 4 nights? Maybe a week? Or... a weekend?" My eye twitched at every suggestion.

 

I snapped, turning around and flinging the water onto the ground, "For the last time, no! What the hell would make you think that I want to sleep with him?!"

 

The only answer was his choking and gagging. I raised an eyebrow.

 

You would think that he had gotten used to drinking water down fast by now, ne?

 

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Revised August 27, 2008