…The night of a mission comes
Sarutobi's Way"Sensei," Orochimaru started with a sigh from his place perched on the edge of the bathtub, his chin resting in his hand.
"Hmm?" Sarutobi replied, looking up from where he was sat with his back against the radiator.
"Just so you know, this is not my idea of fun, believe it or not. Next time you want us to do something 'fun' together, then I'd like to propose monopoly. Or some other game where people will get easily wound up and start to argue and therefore give me just cause to hurt them. "
"I second that. And I apologise profusely." Sarutobi sighed wearily, yawning widely.
"No more sake?"
"Definitely no more sake." Sarutobi agreed, watching as Orochimaru lazily began to plait small sections of the large clump of Jiraiya's hair he was holding back, as his white haired friend proceeded to continue throwing up noisily into the bath tub, the toilet already having the contents of Tsunade's stomach being currently emptied into it.
Sarutobi was asking Tsunade – who had just stopped throwing up and was now sat with her forehead pressed to the edge of the toilet seat – if she was okay, which was doubtful, considering they'd been sat here for the past hour – when Orochimaru cut off any reply the drunken blonde might have felt like making.
"Right, that'll do," he muttered, hopping off the edge of the bath and dusting his hands. He stepped back, observing his replacement to ensure it would do just as good a job of holding back Jiraiya's hair as he could, before making his way to the door, apparently satisfied with the shower cap he had contained his teammates thick mass of wild locks in.
"Night sensei!" he called cheerfully, leaving a disgruntled Sarutobi to sweep Tsunade's hair back from her face as she lunged back over the toilet retching.
Jiraiya's WayIntoxicated, girlishly giggling and stumbling, Jiraiya made his way up the stairs of the inn he and his team was staying at, unsuccessfully trying to remember what room number he was looking for.
Three wrong tries and a lot of screaming and shouting later, found Jiraiya pretty sure that 26 was their room, and also a lot happier, having walked in on a woman changing.
Finally arriving at the correct room (Or what he thought was the right room) he fumbled clumsily with his key for a moment before he got the door unlocked and – was immediately smacked in the face with a pillow.
Whilst he took a moment to take in the scene before him, his students did not stop their antics, which involved running screaming around the room, bouncing about on the beds and trying to hit each other with pillows. So basically, a pillow fight, but it wasn't just a pillow fight, it was a Shinobi style pillow fight, which was why several pillows were scattered about the floor supporting long slash marks and the odd shuriken stuck in them. And of course, slashed pillows meant feathers - lots and lots of feathers.
So many feathers in fact, it looked like 2 chickens and a duck had exploded in the room. Another thing a Shinobi style pillow fight involved it seemed, was using kunai to anchor a person to the wall, presumably beat them with pillows, then leave them screaming to be freed whilst the other two used a mixture of chains, kunai and their sensei's scrolls to make a swing on the ceiling.
There were many things Jiraiya did not take well, and this was one of them.
There were several ways he could handle this situation, he could lecture them all for twenty minutes and make them clean up, let them continue and go downstairs to have a soak in the communal baths, re-trace his steps back to the bar he had been in etc. etc.
Or…
"You know what the good thing about sake is?" Jiraiya said thoughtfully, swinging idly back and forth on the makeshift swing his students had made.
"The bottles are pretty?" Miyako slurred a little from her position clinging onto the samurai sword sheath she had rigged up between the swings chains, half a foot from the ceiling where she was now hung upside down.
"No…but now that you mention…anyway," he muttered, glancing up at Miyako and shifting his position slightly, hauling the 10-year-old Kenji back onto his lap from where the sleeping boy was falling off. A long pause followed, Jiraiya having completely forgotten what he had been talking about, "Hmm…. you know when I was just a little…no a few years older than you my Sensei let me, Tsunade and Orochimaru have sake on a mission…" he stopped, snickering and taking another swing from the bottle.
"Did 'ya make out with Tsunade?" Akira asked grinning, poking his head out of his sensei's long, thick hair that he had somehow managed to crawl into and was now doing god knows what in it. Not that Jiraiya minded, he had too much of the stuff to really feel the brat clinging to it, and if the blonde moron wanted to make a nest in there or whatever then that was fine with him.
"I wish!" He laughed, failing to note that Akira was already showing signs of perversion; something he would later deny had ever been initiated by him. Not that anyone would ever believe him; you only had to look at the pairs that followed. (1) "Anyways, I don't really remember what happened and I think it's better that way, Orochimaru didn't really seem best pleased with me in the morning…although Sarutobi-sensei was making him carry me…that's why sake on a mission isn't a good idea…plus I think I then threw up on his shoulder too…anyway, that's why you two aren't allowed anymore."
Unfortunately for him, the two had already managed to down a bottle between them, which led to a bewildered Kenji spending half the night looking after his two vomiting friends and his unconscious sensei.
Needless to say, Sarutobi was not best pleased when they handed their mission in 3 days late due to 'Unforeseeable circumstances', or as young Sannin's former sensei preferred to put it: "You got them pissed didn't you?"
Akira's WayWhen Rin returned from the communal baths downstairs, she was a little surprised to find the rest of her team had already returned from there's, but what she was even more surprised by what they appeared to be doing.
From what it looked like…well, if she didn't know better she'd say they were –
"We are NOT building a pillow fort." Her sensei immediately defended himself before she could even speak as he stuck his up over the wall of the pillow fort. Because yes, it would appear they were building a pillow fort.
"Nope not at all," Obito backed him up, his head appearing too.
Rin raised an eyebrow, "Of course you're not."
"Yeah…pass that sheet from over on the other bed please?" Akira asked, grinning and sheepishly scratching the back of his head.
Ditching her bathing things on the floor – she was sharing the room with Obito and her Sensei, it wasn't like it was very tidy –Rin pulled the sheets from the remaining double bed and tossed them into the 'fort' ignoring the cries of 'careful!'.
Both heads disappeared for a moment before Obito's popped back up, "Wanna join?" he called, grinning.
Giggling 8-year-old Rin crawled through the hole Obito had created in the wall, a little shocked to find Kakashi sat placidly in the middle of the bed reading a bright orange book whilst Akira and Obito crawled about on their hands and knees around him, using the sheet Rin had given them to start constructing a roof.
"They built it around me." Kakashi told her before she could even ask, not even bothering to look up as he flipped the page of his book.
After the pillow fort had been built to Akira and Obito's liking, Akira confiscated Kakashi's book and dragged the three of them to sit around him, Rin and Obito willingly cuddled up to him, pulling the covers over the four of them as they snuggled down, Kakashi did so a little grudgingly, but in the end happily settled down with them, the three of them slowly drifting off to sleep as they listened to their Sensei's tales of past missions and the various amusing skirmishes he and Jiraiya had managed to get into in the past.
The three finally all fell asleep, Kakashi nestled against his right side and Obito at his left with Rin on the right lying half on him and half on Kakashi. He smiled proudly down at them, squeezing the three of them closer together in a hug, his arms wrapped around Obito and Kakashi's shoulders.
"Night-night my bratty little moronic minions. Let us pray to Kami that we wake up before the maid comes in and finds us asleep in a pillow fort, amen."
Kakashi's Way
"PILLOW FORT!" Naruto shrieked, slinging his bag into the corner of the room and launching himself onto the nearest bed.
Sakura tutted and threw Naruto an 'Are you seriously that immature?' look, ignoring her inner self who immediately screamed "HELL YES WE WANT A PILLOW FORT!"
Kakashi smiled behind his mask, his own bag joining Naruto's across the other side of the room, "Need a hand?" he chuckled, running a hand through his silver tresses.
Sasuke stared at his chuckling sensei in a mixture of disbelieve and disagreement, not so sure what he found so funny, but then again Kakashi had never been particularly normal, "I'm…going to pretend you didn't just say that." He muttered, deciding that doing just that would probably be best for his health. "If you two build a pillow fort I'm sleeping outside."
"Yeah don't be so immature." Sakura agreed automatically with Sasuke, once again blocking out her inner self who was still screaming in favour of the pillow fort.
"Well then what the hell are we supposed to do?" Naruto huffed, ceasing bouncing on his bed.
"Um, sleep?" Sakura suggested, quirking a brow.
"Ne, I don't wanna sleep!"
"Well we have to be up in 6 hours, so, bedtime kiddies." Kakashi called, wandering over to the bed at the far side of the room - and not being the tidiest person – leaving a trail of various clothing and items behind him.
-Fifteen Minutes Later-
"Okay I can't sleep." Naruto declared, sitting up and switching the bedside lamp on.
Sasuke immediately protested and threw several insults and the odd kunai his way, but for once Sakura only half-heartedly agreed, for once more inclined to openly side with Naruto.
Kakashi hadn't bothered to sit up, hoping that if he continued to pretend to sleep they'd just shut up and settle down themselves.
No such luck. Now he knew why his sensei always referred to the parts of their missions when they weren't travelling nor at their destination as 'babysitting'.
"Kakashi-sensei," Naruto whined in a high-pitched voice worthy of Sakura.
He ignored it, grunting and shifting his position slightly, praying he sounded as if he were sleeping.
"Kakashi-senseiiiii,"
He'd stop it eventually.
"Kaka-senseiiiii,"
Or at least, in theory he would.
"Kakaaaaaaaa-"
"Stoppit." Kakashi snapped, sighing and sitting up, just adjusting his mask, which had slipped a little down his face.
"Kaka-sensei we can't sleep." Sakura pointlessly informed him.
Kakashi observed them lazily with his good eye, "What do you want, a story?" he asked rhetorically, although he should have known better because before he could say 'Jinchuuriki' Naruto had bounded his way over to his bed and was sat rocking back and forth at the bottom of it.
"Okay!"
Kakashi sighed again, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, "When one of you has time do you think you could teach him about sarcasm?"
Sakura smiled and Sasuke glared, laying back down with his back to them.
"Naruto I am not reading you a story."
"Ne, come on sensei! Tell us 'bout your old team or something, did they stick you with an idiot and a cute girl too?" he whispered loudly, smirking.
For a fraction of a second Kakashi froze, taken aback by the question, then he laughed and scratched the back of his head a little nervously, "Pretty much," he chuckled, smiling fondly. Obito of course he had always thought of as a hyperactive idiot, and then there was Rin, who could definitely have been described as cute, even though she had been like a sister to Kakashi.
Even Sasuke opened his eyes at this, and Sakura clambered out of bed and crept across to join Naruto at the foot of the bed. It was so rare for Kakashi to ever willingly divulge any small piece of information about his past to them that they were all ears after hearing just those two words. They had seen the picture of his old team back in his apartment, and the knew, or were pretty sure, that the Yondaime had been his sensei, and that his teammates consisted of a redhead as bright as a sunny day and a boy Kakashi had clearly had some sort of rivalry with, judging how similar the picture was to their own, in terms of both positions and looks.
Kakashi picked up immediately on their sudden attention, and chuckled nervously again. Maybe it was time he shared just a little bit with them, he thought, rooting around for something insignificant but suitable to tell them, something that would capture all of his comrades and show just how amazing they truly were. Or else something that showed them for the loveable idiots the trio had been.
For some reason, although he supposed it was to do with Naruto's suggestion of a pillow fort, one particular memory came to mind…
(Flashback)
"PILLOW FORT!" Obito shrieked, launching himself onto one of the two double beds in the room, the one Kakashi just happened to be sat on – attempting unsuccessfully to read his book in peace.
He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, swatting at Obito with the book as the young Uchiha leapt around him.
"Aww come on Kaka-chan!" he thrilled in a taunting voice, used the hated nickname Kakashi's team call him whenever he's in a huff – which surprisingly never brightened his mood.
"Okay first we need a lot of pillows, so-"
"Waaaaaay ahead of you!" Akira interrupted from the door, and Kakashi glanced up to find his sensei and three kage bunshins stumbling clumsily into the room, himself and each of his clones clutching at armfuls of pillows.
"You've got to be kidding." Kakashi sighed, as Obito yelled "AWESOME!" loudly behind him, throwing himself off the bed to help out with the pillows.
"Where'd you get them all from?" he asked, helping his sensei to pile the pillows on Kakashi's bed, much to his teammates disapproval.
"Unattended linen closet." Akira grinned; he and Obito crawling into the beds centre and started to erect the pillow walls on the beds edges.
Kakashi smacked the book to his forehead three times before deciding that maybe it would be better just to ignore them and try to read.
A/N: (1) Hehee, I think perversion is passed down from sensei to one unlucky student xD there's a definite pattern, you can't deny!
Sarutobi and Jiraiya (although he was probably already a perv in the beginning, his sensei most likely just encouraged him)
Jiraiya and Yondaime (As he's not really called Akira which is a shame 'cause it's a pretty name, but I expect he was a bit on the perverted side as well)
Yondaime and Kakashi (Very clearly addicted to porn novels)
Kakashi/Jiraiya and Naruto because you know he is so going to be a raging perv!