Laundry

Young Sakura runs into Kakashi where she least expects it.

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Laundry

Kakashi heaved a huge sigh. Not only was it well past time he did laundry, but all of his building’s washers and dryers were out of commission... meaning he would have to brave the dreaded laundromat. He hazarded a glance outside and groaned; even brave shinobi hesitated to enter the Laundromat on rainy days. For whatever reason, the rain seemed to bring out all the weirdos – granted he usually only went out to do laundry when it rained, but he didn’t feel that to be particularly relevant.

With another sigh he collected everything that could possibly need washing from his apartment, sorted it, bundled it up, and made his way to one of the nicer laundromats in his area. Deciding to treat the whole excursion as a D-ranked mission, without the benefits of having genin to do all the menial work, he entered ‘Suds N Duds.’ Quickly the elite jonin surveyed the crowded room, his first goal: to secure an empty washer, and from the looks of things it was definitely going to be a challenge.

As he made a second sweep of the rows of washers a flash of pink, he had somehow missed, bobbing up and down in the unmistakable action of unloading a washing machine, caught his eye. Quickly, and with the stealth expected in a shinobi of his skill, he sidled up behind the industrious pink haired girl before someone else could notice the imminently vacant machine.

The kunoichi almost jumped out of her skin upon turning with an armload of wet laundry to find her sensei standing behind her. Flushing, she managed a shy smile before edging around him to her almost full dryer before returning to grab one more armload of clothes.

“All set sensei, it’s yours if you want it.” She giggled a little having gotten over her initial embarrassment and shock at seeing the legendary Copy Ninja in such a domestic and mundane situation. After some thought she figured that even the elite had to wash their clothes sometime, otherwise they would become famous for reasons other than their shinobi skills.

He smiled his thanks as his student melted into the crowd, no doubt to find a seat to wait. Without paying too much attention he dumped his presorted lights into the washer, added detergent and started the cycle before settling down. Just as he was about to pull out his ever trusty orange companion to while away the time, he caught sight of an attractive woman a couple washers down from him pulling out, he could only guess, what appeared to be the entire contents of a lingerie shop.

The younger woman looked up from what she was doing and found him staring. After her initial surprise and a quick evaluation of the man she had caught ogling her laundry she slowly and deliberately winked at him.

He raised the hand that had been going for his book. “Yo." Feeling somewhat taken aback he responded with his usual greeting. Somewhere in the back of his mind he hoped his student wasn’t paying attention, the last thing he wanted was to possibly get shot down in front of her, the loss of respect alone could be irreparable. Mentally he reevaluated the objective of his self assigned mission, finding it not to be contrary or detrimental to his objective he casually made his way over to the flirty woman – all the while still keeping an eye out for a second washer to become available.

Almost before he knew it – though after he had managed to secure a washer for his darker clothing – the first machine buzzed signaling the completion of the cycle. Since there were no dryers currently available, he left his laundry where it was in favor of the company of the woman he had just met. Not too much later, a familiar flash of pink materialized at one of the dryers – quickly folding everything before setting everything in her basket. Sighing, Kakashi excused himself from his conversation with his new friend and headed back to his washer.

As soon as his student was finished she nodded at him. “All yours sensei. I’ll see you tomorrow!” She wanted to say something to him about showing up on time, but knew from experience it would be futile as the man would show up when he was good and ready and not a moment before.

Taking his cue he opened his first washer and started pulling items out without really paying too much attention. At least not until he realized the sheets he had put into the washer – which had been a rather nice shade of cream – were now a splotchy and uneven pink. Staring at the sheets in mild disbelief he sensed his student carefully creep up next to him, and as stealthily as she could, slip a thin pale arm into his washer. Unable to force himself to react, he watched as the arm swished about a bit before pausing and rapidly retreating with something very red clutched in her small hand with a faint cry of triumph.

The woman he had spent the past hour or so pleasantly whiling away the time with giggled, breaking his trance. He turned to look down at the pink haired girl who froze upon feeling his eyes directly on her, and narrowed his eye dangerously.

“Sakura…” he growled warningly as he reached down for her shoulder.

The girl pulled out her best smile, raised what he guessed to be a shirt and muttered, “Oopsie?” before ducking under his hand and out of the laundromat as quickly as possible to the accompanying laughter from the other patrons.

A/N: This was by a Cartoon Network bumper that can be found Here

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