His Own Business . . . Damn It!
Hey-Diddle-Diddle

Konoha was full of busybodies. Every ninja was the same, poking his or her nose into other nin's business. And for some reason, the good majority liked to poke their respective noses into Iruka's business. So, it was with little surprise that Konoha's ninja were out of in force, watching Iruka tear across the rooftops, pursuing a cackling Naruto.

"You dumbass," Iruka yelled, showing off his good set of lungs.

"Ah, just like his mother," an older woman said fondly, watching the teacher leap off a building and plummet to the ground, hitting the pavement at a run. "Why, I remember when she used to go after Iruka just like this."

Iruka grimaced as he ran. He could feel the eyes on him, watching him. Damnit, it was his own business, if he wanted to tear a certain brat limb from limb. And that little dumbass would deserve every whap upside the head Iruka would lay on him. All Iruka had wanted was a night to relax, without papers to grade, missions to record, or children to scold. Was that too much to ask? He certainly didn't think it was, but no, Naruto just had to come along and poke his annoying, shrill, dumbass nose into Iruka's business. Again.

He hooked a sharp right, darting through buildings, trying to cut Naruto off. Once he got his hands on that boy... The only thing Naruto had going for him at this moment was that Kakashi was off on a mission. If the copy-nin had been here, to see Iruka chase after the brat, Iruka would have flayed Naruto alive. After he caught him, of course.

Iruka sprinted down a short street, then turned left, vaulting himself over a short wall, scrambling up onto the roofs again. Where... There! Eyes focused on the bright orange terror, Iruka began running again, completely unexpected to slam, at a full run, into...one Hatake Kakashi. The teacher stumbled backwards, momentarily stunned, and Kakashi grabbed his elbow, steadying him.

"Iruka-sensei," Kakashi said appreciatively, looking the chuunin up and down and leering, "I certainly didn't expect to see you so soon after my mission." He tightened his hand on Iruka's elbow. "You should run more often, the flush makes you look decidedly-"

Iruka never did find out what a flush made him decidedly look like, as he shoved a startled Kakashi to the side and took off again, bounding to another roof. That was it, Naruto was dead! As soon as Iruka could wrap his hands around that dead little boy's neck-!

"Naruto, you dumbass!" Iruka howled, speeding above the appreciative view of the good residents of Konoha. "Give me back my pants!"

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