He's lounging on his couch, the Icha Icha book cradled in one hand, and the other holding a bottle drink. He was feeling ridiculously too tired from a mission that had the misfortune to be called a mission.
With the lack of shinobi in waiting, missions of all sort of circumstances came in abundance. Regardless, it was supposed to be a B-class mission. He just didn't realize, with the Hokage's refusal to say more than what the mission entailed – rescue abducted son of Lord Daichi hailing from the Water Country (yeah fucking right) – and his suspicion at the fact that Lord Daichi was entirely way too collected at the thought of his son being abducted that there was something entirely off about the mission altogether.
Finding the son was easier than stealing candy from a baby but what he didn't garter on was the fact that he was supposed to rescue a son who can't seem to keep his libido in check and eyes never straying too far from anyone who was of the opposite gender.
The boy was also a shinobi
Thus, it wasn't so much of a rescue mission but more like stop said son from sleeping with every girl in the village.
Kakashi would've been impressed at how fast the boy ran were it not for the fact that it was he who was after him.
He returned to Konoha after spending an entire week of chasing and capturing the son, feeling more irate than he thought and demanded an explanation from the Hokage.
The Hokage said Lord Daichi was willing to pay generously plus interest if the class of the mission was higher than it was originally ranked (the evil glint in her eyes notwithstanding).
He was extremely tempted to tell her to kiss his ass.
That being said, despite the unfortunate experience, the sun will set, the sun will rise and life goes on. He was never one to linger far too deeply in such trivial matters after all.
And it was a ridiculously trivial, stupid, stupid, matter.
Stupid.
Kakashi sighed and return his entire focus on the novel.
And the sound of the door being open hastily and closing as quickly immediately shattered his focus.
Hmm…
He idly flipped a page of the book. Hinata was rather fretful as of late.
To spring or not to spring.
A blur of a small figure flickered in and out of his vision before he had a chance to react.
Kakashi frowned thoughtfully. I don't know whether I should be insulted that I got ignored or that she never noticed I was here.
Granted, he accomplished his mission a couple of days earlier than intended but she was usually good at sensing his presence.
She must be in a hurry…but for what?
He flipped a page again and lingered blankly as he listen intently at the soft sounds of commotion from the bedroom (but really, in the Hyuuga's world, soft sounds of commotion is clearly an apocalyptic situation).
The Hyuuga citizens are prim and proper, silent and deadly and always appraising. Hinata making sounds meant she was in a hurry.
To do what?
His curiosity gnawed him.
Kakashi carefully placed his Ichi Icha novel on the coffee table, the bottle drink followed and went to his girlfriend.
He stops before the entrance of the bedroom and glanced briefly around the room, cataloging the shopping bags haphazardly tossed on the floor and a beautiful view of one Hyuuga Hinata's rear side. Kakashi tilts his head and stared.
Hmm…
"Yo!"
Author's Notes: Haha. More? It's not really a story but inter-related Kakashi/Hinata drabbles. Maybe.