There's a little bar not far from the Academy where the teachers gather when they need to let off a little steam. They can be surprisingly territorial about the bar as being their place. The owner didn't mind - they were steady custom and reasonably unlikely to break the furniture. And very few ninja were willing to contest the teacher's dominance, since it was virtually certain that one of them would remember some blackmail-worthy anecdote about your Academy days.
Jounin-sensei were allowed in as honorary members. These days Kakashi hardly ever had to pay for his drinks when he dropped in there.
This wasn't just because Kurenai Yuuhi had offered a week of neck rubs to anyone who could find out what was under his mask, although hope sprang eternal among some of the younger teachers.
No, it was because after a couple of beers in that particular bar, Hayate Kakashi would spill all, proving that even he, the mighty Sharingan Kakashi, Copy-Ninja of Konoha, had trouble dealing with ninja brats.
It just gave the teachers a warm feeling.
There was a ritual to the process. The whispering when he walked in, decorated with whatever detritius of the day's mission and/or training, as wagers were settled up or made on what he'd have to say. The invitation to pull up a stool and have a drink on one of the younger teachers. The tale of whatever hijinks had entailed in the Academy that day, by that same teacher. The purchase of a round by one of the older teachers. That teacher's tale, taken from the days of their relative youth, usually featuring a well-known or fondly recalled ninja.
And then someone, anyone, would pass Kakashi his third mug (the first two having been steadily emptied despite never being seen near the jounin's face).
"That Kirigishi brat," he sighed. "I just don't know what's going on inside his head."
"Half the time, I think he's so Mist that it's a good job we don't use the old Mist genin exam. We'd have another Demon of the Mist in our midst."
"And sometimes..." he sighed. "When I find out who sold him a copy of Icha-Icha Paradise, I'm going to cut the idiot's heart out. With the handle of a kunai."
Several questions sprang to mind among his audience: why a kunai? How to best punish whoever sold it to a twelve-year-old? Why was Kakashi not happy that his student shared his taste in literature?
Kakashi looked around and then held up one finger. "Because it will hurt more." A second finger. "See point one." Third finger. "Because anytime he wants to avoid a question he just buries his nose in the damn thing and says:" His voice was pitched into an almost perfect imitation of his student. "Well, I _am_ a student of the Copy Ninja Kakashi. You wouldn't believe the things you can pick up from a sensei like that."D for Drakensis
Contagious, rampant insanity isnt against the rules.
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
Jounin-sensei were allowed in as honorary members. These days Kakashi hardly ever had to pay for his drinks when he dropped in there.
This wasn't just because Kurenai Yuuhi had offered a week of neck rubs to anyone who could find out what was under his mask, although hope sprang eternal among some of the younger teachers.
No, it was because after a couple of beers in that particular bar, Hayate Kakashi would spill all, proving that even he, the mighty Sharingan Kakashi, Copy-Ninja of Konoha, had trouble dealing with ninja brats.
It just gave the teachers a warm feeling.
There was a ritual to the process. The whispering when he walked in, decorated with whatever detritius of the day's mission and/or training, as wagers were settled up or made on what he'd have to say. The invitation to pull up a stool and have a drink on one of the younger teachers. The tale of whatever hijinks had entailed in the Academy that day, by that same teacher. The purchase of a round by one of the older teachers. That teacher's tale, taken from the days of their relative youth, usually featuring a well-known or fondly recalled ninja.
And then someone, anyone, would pass Kakashi his third mug (the first two having been steadily emptied despite never being seen near the jounin's face).
"That Kirigishi brat," he sighed. "I just don't know what's going on inside his head."
"Half the time, I think he's so Mist that it's a good job we don't use the old Mist genin exam. We'd have another Demon of the Mist in our midst."
"And sometimes..." he sighed. "When I find out who sold him a copy of Icha-Icha Paradise, I'm going to cut the idiot's heart out. With the handle of a kunai."
Several questions sprang to mind among his audience: why a kunai? How to best punish whoever sold it to a twelve-year-old? Why was Kakashi not happy that his student shared his taste in literature?
Kakashi looked around and then held up one finger. "Because it will hurt more." A second finger. "See point one." Third finger. "Because anytime he wants to avoid a question he just buries his nose in the damn thing and says:" His voice was pitched into an almost perfect imitation of his student. "Well, I _am_ a student of the Copy Ninja Kakashi. You wouldn't believe the things you can pick up from a sensei like that."D for Drakensis
Contagious, rampant insanity isnt against the rules.
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.