[It was the middle of the night, the dark and (previously) silent house filled with the soft thump thump thump of footsteps in the hallway as a still half-asleep Naruto made his way to the kitchen. Planning to grab a glass of water before heading back to bed, the sound of something moving in the living room he just passed causes him to stop in his tracks.
It only takes a moment for him to remember that it's just Kakashi sleeping in there, but the initial thought of intruder was at least enough to snap him out of his drowsiness. Man, damn that Kakashi-sensei!
And then it hits him. Kakashi-sensei. Asleep in the living room. Sleeping. Possibly without that stupid mask. It wasn't too likely- he always kept it on during overnight missions or training sessions, but it was worth a check. A mischievous grin spreads across the teenager's face, his trip to the kitchen forgotten for now because a much more important opportunity had presented itself to him. Turning on his heels, tiptoeing in order to not make a sound, he slowly makes his way to the entrance of the living room, peering around the door frame to the sofa which holds his sleeping sensei.
That grin doesn't last for long though. The room is dark and he can't see too much, but Kakashi's breathing is irregular. Those aren't the breaths of someone sleeping soundly, they're harsh and erratic. Combined with the continual little jolts and movements,just the feel of uneasiness surrounding him, it doesn't take a room full or light nor a genius to figure out that he is having a bad dream. No, not even that, it's more like nightmares.
Now standing at the end of the sofa and looking down, all thoughts of dumb mask-stealing are forgotten as Naruto looks down on his Sensei, frowning. Over all their years of having to camp it out for various missions, he'd never seen anything like this before. It was honestly unsettling to witness, Kakashi was usually so calm and collected and okay. He wonders what he's dreaming about. War stuff?
The blond ninja stands there for a good minute, lips pressed together as he just continues to watch. It doesn't seem to be settling down any, and he's concerned. He should probably try to wake him up. Everyone knows that one of the worst things you can do is startle a ninja who's clearly on edge, but he has to.
So... here goes. Stepping around to the side of the sofa and crouching down, Naruto reaches out to lightly shove at Kakashi's shoulder. Hopefully he doesn't wake up and try to Raikiri him or something, that would be totally uncool.]
Action; backdated to the night of the 14th;
It only takes a moment for him to remember that it's just Kakashi sleeping in there, but the initial thought of intruder was at least enough to snap him out of his drowsiness. Man, damn that Kakashi-sensei!
And then it hits him. Kakashi-sensei. Asleep in the living room. Sleeping. Possibly without that stupid mask. It wasn't too likely- he always kept it on during overnight missions or training sessions, but it was worth a check. A mischievous grin spreads across the teenager's face, his trip to the kitchen forgotten for now because a much more important opportunity had presented itself to him. Turning on his heels, tiptoeing in order to not make a sound, he slowly makes his way to the entrance of the living room, peering around the door frame to the sofa which holds his sleeping sensei.
That grin doesn't last for long though. The room is dark and he can't see too much, but Kakashi's breathing is irregular. Those aren't the breaths of someone sleeping soundly, they're harsh and erratic. Combined with the continual little jolts and movements,just the feel of uneasiness surrounding him, it doesn't take a room full or light nor a genius to figure out that he is having a bad dream. No, not even that, it's more like nightmares.
Now standing at the end of the sofa and looking down, all thoughts of dumb mask-stealing are forgotten as Naruto looks down on his Sensei, frowning. Over all their years of having to camp it out for various missions, he'd never seen anything like this before. It was honestly unsettling to witness, Kakashi was usually so calm and collected and okay. He wonders what he's dreaming about. War stuff?
The blond ninja stands there for a good minute, lips pressed together as he just continues to watch. It doesn't seem to be settling down any, and he's concerned. He should probably try to wake him up. Everyone knows that one of the worst things you can do is startle a ninja who's clearly on edge, but he has to.
So... here goes. Stepping around to the side of the sofa and crouching down, Naruto reaches out to lightly shove at Kakashi's shoulder. Hopefully he doesn't wake up and try to Raikiri him or something, that would be totally uncool.]
Oi, Kakashi-sensei...