To Hell with Being a Master

[A short story written with wild abandon, Kakashi pairing]

I made a wish to the Holy Grail, and that stupid thing sent me to another world without a second thought. Damn it!

Here, as an Archer, I've had three Masters in total.

The first Master to summon me was a cute girl. She wanted me to help look after her two teammates. I turned my head and saw a goofball and a stone-faced guy.

The second Master was a funny guy in a mask. He was especially fond of secretly keeping tabs on how his former white-haired teammate was doing. So... I had to sacrifice myself for the cause, meaning I secretly watched the guy bathe several times to see how he was getting along.

And now, at this very moment, I've been summoned into this world once again by my third Master. I...

I looked at the white-haired man in a mask before me and said, utterly speechless, "Don't tell me you also want me to look after your two teammates?"

Am I the three of you guys' nanny? Is this ever going to end?!

The white-haired man, who's grown from a little brat into an adult: "No. I just hope you won't leave me again, Archer."

Me: ...?

Forget being a Master!

*Little Kakashi, Dark Kakashi, and Adult Kakashi, all included. Let me write as much as I want!

*The ending of the Minato team will be changed, with a ridiculous and weird love polygon. It's basically one-on-one, but if the story takes off in another direction, I might write side endings for other characters too.

Theme: White hair! *drools*