The pale man in question remained pointedly silent, seemingly engrossed with a new callous that had formed on his left palm. He lifted his hand closer to his single exposed eye and peered at the small bit of hardened flesh closely.

'I swear to god Kakashi, if you don't tell me I'm going to hurt you,' continued the increasingly irate young sensei as he dramatically waved a clenched fist at the jounin.

Still he was ignored. Kakashi began to pick and peel at his blister, for all appearances still absorbed in his all-important task. Iruka clutched agitatedly at his head, growled and barely restrained himself from stomping his left foot before literally flinging himself onto the couch next to the deathly quiet jounin. Other than shifting slightly to accommodate the sudden weight on the couch, the jounin failed to produce any other visible reaction. The antagonized, sprawled out young sensei suddenly grabbed onto a sofa pillow and screamed into it. Then just as abruptly he stopped, and then peeked out from under the pillow to see if that had provoked a reaction from the copy nin.

Nothing.

At the end of his already heavily strained patience, Iruka did what anyone else in his position would have done. He tackled the slender man next to him causing the jounin to pitch wildly over. Straddling the taller man across his waist, Iruka then started to hit Kakashi quite violently with the already mangled pillow, yelling with each smack.

'WHAT' Smack. 'IS' Smack 'WRONG' Smack Smack 'WITH' Smack 'YOU?!' Smack Smack Smack 'ARRRGGGHHHH!' Smack Smack Smack Smack. 'You're driving me CRAZY!!'

Again nothing.

Panting, the chuunin lowered the abused pillow and squeezed his dark eyes shut. He had spent the entire morning breaking up snow ball fights between 8 year olds, and just when he thought he could come home, sit and relax, he gets this. Petulance personified, thy name is H. Kakashi. Sighing heavily and mentally saying uncle, Iruka started to shift off the still immobile man...but just then, just at that very moment, Iruka heard a suspicious sniff. It was soft, almost indiscernible but the sensei definitely heard a sniff.

Kakashi sniffed!

And there it was again! A sniff! A pathetic little sniff!

'What Kashi?' murmured the young sensei leaning over to peek at the pillow-covered face of the jounin. His heart had wobbled just a little at the sniffs he heard. Kakashi wasn't usually a sniffing man, sniffing meant something serious was wrong. He tugged at the pillow, revealing the frowning, pouting face of the imfamous copy-nin. 'Kashi?' murmured the chuunin, now worried.

Kakashi sniffed again and stuck his lower lip even further out before finally revealing,

'You wouldn't let me join in the snowball fight with Konohamaru you meanie.'

THE END.

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