Disclaimer: If I would own Naruto...*nya...Tenzoouuu...* sry ~ got distracted ~ eh plot is mine characters aren't. xD
Careful: Yaoi ~ don't like it ~ pls don't read it

The already setting sun advised the two men, clothed in completely drenched anbu wear, to hurry up on their way to the Hokage's office. Neither of them wanted to risk encouraging Tsunade to teach them a lesson or two about the importance of briefing the Hokage, without any unnecessary delay, on their freshly discovered information and of course about the status of the mission. Needless to say that they were indeed aware of the importance their news were carrying.

Nonetheless it was awfully hard to speed up their pace. Hell, it was not possible to progress any quicker. Every single muscle screamed in pain, mixed with infinite fatigue and with every cursed step, the objection of their bodies became louder. The thought of their homely apartment, which they momentarily shared together, along with their warm and cosy beds didn't really simplify their current situation.

The same applied to the unbearable nasty weather. Ever since they have departed for their task, five days ago, it was snowing continuously and the temperature had dropped immense. Clothing and hair had been soaked to the bitter end by now. Without the useful skill of the younger one, manipulating the wood element, it would have been very unpleasant for the two shinobi, especially because on their whole journey they haven't seen one single hotel to stay and rest for the night.

Suddenly the older man stopped dead in his tracks, his silver hair, the only detail of his appearance which wasn't covered by blue and silver fabric, was stuck on his forehead. He turned around and the brownhaired already knew that a wide smile appeared under his old ceramic mask, showing a beautifully painted dog, which according to his former squad looked rather grim but was so full of precious memories for the younger male.

„Tenzou," he started slowly, triggering his partner's urge to scold his Senpai for not using the correct codename, like always. But the thought vanished as quickly as it appeared. Yamato was too tired to bother his head about such a simple issue, more over he was too occupied analysing the foreboding evil which the use of his old name usually implicated.

The dog teasingly waited for Yamato's correction and paused an nearly ridiculous long time till he continued his request, slightly disappointed of the lacking resistance. „You wouldn't mind reporting to Tsunade by yourself, ne? Tenzou?"

The manner in which the silver-haired man lowered his voice, as he whispered his name for the second time made the, only four years younger, anbu captain blush under his mask. Even though the actual purpose of these masks where to hide their expressions in front of the enemy and protect their own identity, Yamato was more than happy to be able to cover his warm cheeks under the cooling material right now.

The brownhaired shook his head in disagreement, willing to finally put his decision, to withstand Kakashi-Senpai's persuasiveness, into practice. After all he wasn't the thrilled kid any more, the one who used to do anything to spent as much time with his amazing Senpai as he possibly could. Of course he was inspired by Kakashi back then, who wouldn't have been? But he was 26, the little, naive child grew up and became a quiet famous shinobi of Konoha himself in the meantime.

„I don't think Tsunade-sama would approve that," he briefly replied and tried to move on, but Kakashi didn't move a single inch. Instead he confidently raised his index finger and hold it in front of Yamato's face.

„But If I were at home I could already start with all the paperwork," his voice turned back into his lazy, usual tone, the first detail Yamato noticed and he had to admit that he didn't particularly like it, which made him feel only a little more embarrassed by his own train of thoughts.

It was crystal clear to him, that Kakashi wouldn't give up that easily, but this time he was more than just prepared. „We will finish the papers much faster if we work together!", he reversed Kakashi's logic, forcing his second attempt on moving forward.

The head of his counterpart lightly tilted to one side, as if he would philosophize on the success of another try, before he ran his fingers through his shiny, silvery and entirely wet hair, on the one hand he was surprised by the persistence of his friend with the cute cat mask but on the other hand he felt highly motivated by this new occurring challenge.

Eventually he proceeded their way to the Hokage's office, without another word leaving his lips.

This time it was Yamato's turn to form a small grin on his face, as he followed his Senpai quietly, the former weariness of his limbs felt like it was completely washed away.

However, before he could fully enjoy his short-lived victory, he nearly bumped again into his partner, who suddenly stood still once more and if it wasn't for his natural shinobi reflexes, he would have definitely crashed right into him just to afterwards badly hit the rainy ground together.

While he was desperately trying to keep his balance, Kakashi freed himself from the anbu mask and moved closer to his Kohai. Yamato sighed happily, as his feet eventually hit the solid soil again and he looked up only to gaze directly into his Senpai's face. The visible black eye kept staring at his deep brown ones as the almost unnoticeable small shapes under his mask, generally covering any facial expressions and half of his visage, started to move gentle.

„You know, Tenzou. I didn't want to admit it because you are the Kohai I'm proud of the most and I truly don't want to disappoint you, but the use of my Sharingan exhausted me completely."

Apart from his honest concern for his Senpai he felt the heat rushing upwards, embracing his mind and body once more. He can't deny the fact that it felt good, too good to be praised by Kakashi like that and without really realizing it, he nodded consensual.

„Alright, Kakashi-Senpai. It's not a problem please go home ahead and rest while I inform the Hokage." Kakashi squeezed his shoulder encouragingly before he headed to the opposite direction, „Thanks, Tenzou," he smiled as he disappeared in the dark, a small chuckle accompanied him on his way to their apartment.

"It's been a while since I was on an anbu mission," Kakashi muttered into the thin air as he followed the small trail of light, spent by the various lanterns standing next on the lonesome strees, to their home. When he left the anbu years ago, he didn't expect to ever wear this uniform again, or this specific mask of his. He was even slightly confused of the fact that his mask was still available for him.

But though, if he was being all honest, he wasn't very eager to help out in the highly undermanned squad, he couldn't just decline the plea coming straight from the Hokage. At least Tsunade paired him up with Tenzou, which wasn't that bad. Moreover it felt natural, as if they've never been separated from each other all this time.

And altough Kakashi kept telling himself, that he was only returning Tenzou's favour for taking over his team after he ended up in the hospital due to exhaustion, he knew that he actually missed the time they've shared together.

Yamato caught himself holding his breath and with a blissful moan he exhaled the warm air, he had kept inside. The small visible whiff circling in the open reminded him of the actual cold and in order to heat up, he enhanced his pace. The faster he would report back to the Godaime, the faster he could head home to take a hot, reviving shower.

„And be with Kakashi...-", his thoughts wander off, obviously abashed of his mindset, he increased the speed of his footfalls. Rushing through the empty streets of Konoha, he could still feel the tight grip on his shoulder, saw the smiling face in front of his inner eyes, heard the soft voice calling his name, leaving the overly known trembling effect on the brownhaired shinobi.

Even so there was something else which calmed him, lowered his boosted heart rate, set his mind straight again. It was another thing which he devoted himself even more to, than to the thought of being with the older man.

Although the mission was successful, he couldn't get rid of this uneasy feeling growing in his stomach area. „Maybe it's better this way. At least Kakashi-Senpai won't notice my doubts," he mumbled as he finally reached his eagerly-awaited destination.

Ohayou,

Thanks for reading ~ hope u liked it and well see you in next chap! No wise words from me today xD cuz I'm kinda tired and iI finished it at 3 am Oo oh my..yep Oyasumi xD , xJKxD

P.s I rly have a problem filling my stories in the right genres...xD