Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura Petals ❯ Extract ( Chapter 5 )

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Drabble Five

Title: Extract

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto or anything mentioned in this story. Masashi Kishimoto is the sole owner, and I am merely a lowly author.

Summary: When the world seems to hate you. [KakaIru]

A/N: …rewritten! Completely! I didn’t like how it had turned out. Confound it! Ugh. You lovely readers don’t have to suffer through my pain! Onward cow!

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Hatake Kakashi prided himself on keeping cool under the most disastrous situations. He could stare danger in the face and read Icha Icha Paradise as he did it. Hell, he could even stand back and watch as two of his students pounded the crap out of each other and not care. But this…! This was completely and utterly unspeakable! He could not sit back and watch as Uzumaki Naruto nearly swallowed the ring that had cost him an arm and a leg. So, with lightning fast speed, he grabbed his student roughly by the shoulders and dragged him into the kitchen of Umino Iruka’s home.

“Spit it out!” Kakashi demanded in a slightly panicked whisper (slightly panicked because the calm and collected copy nin Hatake Kakashi did not panic). He shook the boy some more, roughly. “Spit it out before I kill you!” The Jounin hissed.

“If you keep shaking me, I’m gonna swallow it!” The blond Chuunin yelled back. He tried to dislodge his sensei’s hands, but the man had a death grip. “Kakashi-sensei! Let go and I’ll give it back!”

“That ring cost me an arm and a leg! Give it back or die!” The silver-haired man seethed, completely ignoring his student’s pleas of innocence. He was desperately to get that ring back. It was the only way! “Hurry up and spit it out, Naruto! You’re wasting time!”

“Fine!” Naruto yelled. He spat the ring out and it hit the floor with a soft tinkling sound before…it rolled under the refrigerator.

“No!” Kakashi and Naruto yelled in unison, diving headfirst towards the fridge. It was seconds later that Iruka heard the resounding crash and ran into the kitchen. There, on the floor, was his lover and adopted son, lying in a tangled heap, knocked out…and in Kakashi’s palm was a small, golden ring.

“My answer is yes.” Iruka said to the silver-haired man, although he was unconscious. He’d have to tell him again after the two woke up.