Disclaimer: Still not mine!

A/N: OK, so this is threatening to become some kind of drabble story. NO promises. Happy 'that's what she said' day!

"Target sited."

"Where?"

"There."

"There?"

"No, there!"

"Oh!"

"FIRE!"

Sploosh

Sarutobi Asuma looked up, water dripping steadily into his dark eye. Giggling, fleeting shadows were al that remained of his assailants.

"They got you too." Hatake Kakashi strolled amiably up to the other jounin, red paint dripping from his own silver locks.

"Wasn't that jutsu only for the chuunin exams?"

"Probably, but you can't expect them to give something that useful."

"You sound jealous, Hatake."

"Maybe I am." The copy nin continued to watch the place the two younger nins had been used as a launching pad. "I suppose the only fair way to punish them would be using their tactics." Asuma grinned.

"I like your style." Grinning, the two jounin wondered off, two pairs of dark eyes watching them silently. Uh-oh…

TBC?