An omake is one of those fun little extra stories at the end of an anime episode. Look it up on wikipedia. This one is a collab between myself and singeiviore, since Kakashi/Ayame is her OTP.
"You don't think it's weird?" Naruto glanced over at his pink-haired teammate who rolled her eyes.
"Of course not! I think they make an adorable couple," she said, clasping her hands together with a dreamy smile.
Naruto raised an eyebrow and looked back at Ichiraku Ramen where Hatake Kakashi was taking his leave of the waitress, Ayame. They spoke a few more minutes, Ayame laughing at something her silver-haired suitor said and then, on her tiptoes, leaned up to kiss his masked cheek.
"Ah!" Naruto gaped and pointed. "Did you see that Sakura-chan? She—" he lowered his voice to an exaggerated hiss, "kissed him!"
"Grow up, Naruto," Sakura sighed. "They've been dating for awhile now; of course they're going to kiss."
Naruto's jaw dropped and a faint blush spread across his cheeks. "They've kissed? You've seen them?"
"Don't be a perv." Sakura scowled. "I don't follow them around peeping. I assume they've kissed because that's what people do when they date." But Naruto didn't seem to be listening, a thoughtful frown was settled onto his features.
"Sakura-chan," he said slowly, "this means… this means that Ayame has seen Kakashi-sensei's face." He stood straight from where he'd been leaning against a post, a wide smile on his face. "This is it! Every time we've tried to see behind that mask, we've failed. We never thought to talk to someone who's seen him without his mask."
Sakura blinked. "I don't know anyone who has. If the other jounin know, they're certainly not telling, and if any of the medical nin who've treated him have seen it, we don't know which ones and they'd be too busy to ask regardless."
"But we do know someone now." Naruto grinned and folded his arms behind his head. "Ayame-neechan! We can ask her!" He chuckled at his own cleverness.
"Naruto…" Sakura sighed and rubbed her temples. "Ordinarily I would join in any scheme to see Kakaii-sensei's face, but this is just ridiculous. I've met Ayame, and she's very nice! I don't want to bother her with questions about Kakaii-sensei. We're bound to see his face sooner or later now that we're a team again."
"Hmpf." Naruto folded his arms across his chest, pouting.
"Have you two been arguing?" asked Kakashi mildly, stepping up to meet them.
"Oh! No, of course not, Kakaii-sensei! We've grown up too much for that kid stuff." Sakura smiled her most mature smile, but Naruto continued to pout, glowering at her.
"Uh huh," Kakashi said, glancing between them. "Well, we've got a long day of training ahead of us. Let's go."
"Hai!" Sakura said promptly.
"Yosh," Naruto grumbled and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
Naruto strolled down the street as casually as he could manage; he passed Ichiraku Ramen once, twice, but Ayame was still within and no silver-haired jounins were in sight. Ducking through the curtains adorning the front, he sat down on a stool, eyeing the slender young woman behind the counter, who was humming as she swept the floor.
He cleared his throat. Ayame looked up and smiled when she saw him.
"Ah, neechan—" Naruto rubbed the back of his head. It seemed like such an easy task before he got here… just ask her what he looked like, shouldn't be anything to it!
"Do you—uh… are you—what does—er… are you kissing Kakaii-sensei?" The words tumbled off his tongue, and he clapped a hand over his mouth, horrified.
Color rushed into Ayame's cheeks, and she bit her lower lip. Naruto couldn't decide if she looked more embarrassed or more angry. He decided backpedaling was the best option under the circumstances.
"Ano – I didn't mean – I was just curious, because I was wondering about Sensei's – well…" He trailed off and scratched the back of his head. This was harder than anticipated. How did he explain that he'd never once seen his own sensei's face?
"My what exactly?" The voice was horribly familiar.
Kakashi-sensei was standing right next to Naruto's stool, leaning nonchalantly against the bar. Naruto's mouth opened and closed several times as he ran through his options. Run away? Ask again? Make up some reasonable story – quick!
Ayame answered his dilemma for him. She leaned toward him, cupped a hand to her mouth, and said in a stage whisper (surely Kakashi could hear that! She wasn't trying to be quiet at all!), "You run for it; I'll hold him here."
Naruto didn't need any more encouragement than that. He hopped off the stool and backed away, giving a nervous laugh. "Ah-ha- I'll just be going now." He was sure he heard laughter behind him as he ran down the street.
Sakura found him later in the grocery store stocking up on instant ramen. He planned to avoid Ichiraku for the next few days – just to be safe.
"There you are, Naruto!" She looked annoyed with him; she was always annoyed with him.
"Sakura-chan! What's the matter?"
"Nothing's the matter – but you didn't find me to tell me what you found out."
"What I found out?"
"Yes!" She huffed at his failure to catch on. "You know – about Kakashi-sensei – his face. You did ask Ayame-san, right?"
"Oh, that." Naruto shook his head. "I don't think she'll be much help, Sakura-chan." He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "I think she's on his side!"