Kagome seems to have a lot of accidents around the Hokage.
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Office Shenanigans

"I'm telling you, Miroku, I have never had such a streak of bad luck. The Hokage must think I am the clumsiest shinobi in Konoha. It's so embarrassing!" The small, dark-haired woman looked down to where her hands were resting on the table in front of her.

"Now, now, Kagome-sama, I wouldn't worry too much about it," the monk told her as he reached over and patted her hands with one of his own. "I am sure he knows you are quite capable, and he must hold you in high esteem, otherwise he wouldn't have requested you as his personal assistant." Despite his assurances, Miroku knew it wasn't her skills as a shinobi or her capability as an assistant that had caught the Hokage's eye, but he couldn't tell her that. He also knew she wasn't just having a streak of bad luck, but he couldn't tell her that, either.

Seeing the man they were talking about step into the café' and focus on where they were sitting, Miroku quickly pulled his hand back from Kagome's. The last time the Hokage had seen him touching her, he had spent three weeks in the Forest of Death documenting the different species of deadly creatures residing there. He had been lucky. When the Hokage came across Shippou hugging her, he had been sent to determine just how long a shinobi could last in the Demon Desert near Sunagakure with nothing more than a kunai and one bottle of water. Kiba still hadn't returned from his "goodwill visit" to the Land of Penguins. And he still didn't know where Genma was. He had told Kagome not to be too upset when the tokubetsu jounin didn't show up for their date last Saturday because he had probably been sent on an urgent, top-secret mission. He couldn't repress the small shudder that ran through him when he imagined where the poor man might possibly be. Miroku jumped to his feet.

"Can we help you with anything, Hokage-sama?"

Kagome smiled up at the man as he came to a stop by their table. "Yes, is there anything we can do for you?"

The Sixth briefly glanced at Miroku out of the corner of his eye before turning his full attention to the woman. The monk's shoulders drooped. He knew he would be packing to go somewhere in the next hour.

"I know this is your day off, Kagome-chan, but I was hoping you could help me with a situation that has arisen."

"Of course, Hokage-sama. I'd be glad to help," she said, rising to her feet.

"Ah-ah!" he wagged a finger at her. "What did I say about using my name? We are working much too closely together to stand on formalities."

A slight blush crept over her cheeks. "Um, yes. I forgot, Hatake-san." When he just stood there and quirked a brow at her with an obvious frown on his partially-masked face, she quietly amended it to "Kakashi."

"Much better," he declared, as his eyes crinkled, indicating a pleased smile. He took her hand and placed it around his arm as he escorted her away. Right before they reached the doorway, he stopped and turned slightly to Miroku.

"Oh, by the way, a mission has just come up. Report to my office in an hour."

"Yes, Hokage-sama."

Stepping into the Hokage's office the next morning to brief him on the day's intelligence reports, the sight that greeted Shikamaru's eyes when he opened the door should have surprised him, but it didn't. Down on the floor on the other side of the desk was a very feminine form on her hands and knees with the Sixth Hokage right behind her, also on his knees, leaning over her back and directing her movements.

"To your left. A little more. Ah! Right there!" a low masculine voice directed.

"Yes! Oh, thank you!"

"Ahem," Shikamaru cleared his throat.

He heard a thump as the woman hit her head on the desk. "Ouch!"

Kakashi grasped her by her hips and slid her backwards until she was clear of the desk. Then, letting his hands slide up her sides until his fingers were barely grazing the undersides of her breasts, he helped her straighten up as she rubbed the back of her head with one hand. Getting to his feet and standing, he reached for her other hand and helped her up.

"I just don't understand how my hairpin ended up so far under your desk. I could have sworn I had it pinned in tightly," she frowned.

"Perhaps you secured it a bit too tightly, so it sprung and bounced when it hit the floor+," the Hokage suggested.

"I suppose so. Thank you so much for helping me find it—it was a gift from my mother. Sorry to have caused you so much trouble."

Shikamaru scowled at the Hokage. Seriously? He had snatched the pin out of her hair and tossed it under his desk? Last week he had caught Kakashi hammering a nail into the side of his desk for no apparent reason. He found out why later. The former copy nin must have surreptitiously hooked a piece of her skirt over the nail when she got close to the desk. Then when she had moved away, her skirt ripped from her hip all the way to the hem, exposing an eye-popping amount of leg and the lacey edge of her black panties. The week before that, she had loaned Kakashi her ink pen, and when she put it back into the breast pocket on her jacket, ink had leaked all over her jacket and blouse. Naturally, the Sixth Hokage had been quick to try to help her by wiping at the ink with a handkerchief. (As if Kakashi ever carried a handkerchief with him before in his life.) That was just a day or two after she somehow bumped into his chair while carrying an armful of papers and files, resulting in him having several minutes of unrestricted ogling of her bountiful cleavage while she bent down to pick everything back up. Kagome had been very embarrassed and just didn't understand how she could have walked right into his chair when she had been sure it was several feet away.

It was getting dangerous for Kagome Higurashi to come to work these days. She was going to start thinking she had fallen under a curse. After each incident, she would apologize for being careless or clumsy and Kakashi would take her hands in his and be all sympathetic and understanding. Shikamaru rolled his eyes and shook his head when Kakashi glanced his way. Of course, half of the male shinobi of Konoha were having even worse luck than she was. They weren't going to have anyone left to send if any real missions came in. How long was the Hokage going to engage in these hijinks before exposing his endgame? It was all very troublesome and was giving him a headache.

"Are you ready to hear the reports?"

"I suppose so. Would you be so kind as to bring me a cup of coffee, Kagome-chan?" he asked.

"Of course, Kakashi-san. I mean, Kakashi," she quickly corrected herself.

"Thank you," his eyes crinkled above his mask again.

After she had left, Shikamaru sighed. "I hope you aren't going to make her spill it on herself."

"I haven't the slightest idea what you are talking about. However, if she were to have a little accident, I do happen to have a towel right here," he indicated the top drawer of his desk.

"Just ask her for a date already."

When Miroku returned two weeks later, he ran into Shikamaru as he was coming to report in at the Hokage Tower. "So, how has the campaign been going? Did I miss anything?" he asked with a grin.

"Kakashi : 17, Kagome: still clueless. And 6 shinobi out on made-up missions. I really can't believe she hasn't caught on to his shenanigans yet. He outdid himself a couple of days ago. I had a question for him about a legitimate mission, and when I opened the door, I saw him lean back in his chair and throw a kunai to trip her so she landed completely sprawled all over him. He managed to retrieve the kunai and shoo me off without her being any the wiser, all the while running his hands all over her to check for any injuries."

Miroku laughed as they approached Kagome's desk outside Kakashi's office. "Not very subtle, but I have to admit, I like his style."

Just then, Kakashi opened the door. "Kagome-chan, could you come in here please? I need your help with another situation that has arisen."

"Of course, Hokage-sa … er, Kakashi," she said, as a blush quickly colored her cheeks.

Seeing the two men standing there in the hallway, Kakashi dismissed them. "Come back in an hour. No, make it two." And he turned on his heel and followed Kagome into the office, slamming the door shut.

Unbelievable! Shikamaru closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. This really was too troublesome for words. Shaking his head, he heaved a loud sigh. "That poor girl. I can't even imagine what he's planning now, but I sure don't see how she could blame it on bad luck."

"What makes you say that?"

"Didn't you see his silhouette when he turned? That lecher isn't wearing anything under his Hokage cape."

"Really? How interesting," Miroku smiled. "I'm afraid I didn't notice. I was too distracted by the fact that Kagome isn't wearing any panties under her skirt."