Sensei's dark side – a Kakashi fan fiction
Naomi was always innocent. Too innocent as some would say. She had absolutely no experience when it came to boys and her mind was way too pure generally. That was until the pervy teacher with the name Hatake Kakashi started teaching her class.
Third persons POV
Kakashi stood in front of Naomi, staring at her and waiting for her answer. "Well? What does Pythagoras sentence mean?" Naomi felt slightly scared under the intimidating stare of her teacher. Naomi was nervous. Not because she didn't know the answer. Naomi was a very good student but she was too shy to speak up or say anything. That's why she was nervous. She physically couldn't speak up to the class. "I- I- I…" she stuttered and tried to break eye contact with Kakashi. Kakashi sighed. Hah… She's always struggling with answering the questions… I might need to teach her properly… Kakashi smirked inwardly imagining some inappropriate things. "Hayato, wait for me after class… We need to talk." Naomi gulped. She had never ever been held back after school. The other teachers were used to her shyness over public speaking.
DRIIIIIING
The bell rang, signalizing the end of the school day. The students packed their stuff and piled out, all but one. Naomi sat quietly at her desk seeing as Kakashi-sensei wanted to talk to her. I hope I didn't do anything wrong… Naomi felt a shadow hovering above her so she looked up. Kakashi-sensei… "You're probably wondering why you are here aren't you… Naomi?" Kakashi said her name like he was mocking her. He probably was, but Naomi was too innocent to understand the sharp undertone in his sentence. Naomi cowered in her seat a little. "Yes, sensei… Why did you give me detention?" Kakashi bent down to her level and stared intensely at his young student. Kakashi smirked under his mask and stood up straight again. He had felt something special for this young girl ever since he first saw her.
Flashback
Kakashi was slightly nervous. He was going to teach a high school class for the first time ever. The school principal Tsunade had already given him the schedules and information about his class.
Kakashi searched after the room 201 that was supposed to be his from now on. He heard noise inside and looked beside the door. 201. Kakashi opened the door and immediately the noise quieted down. He scanned around in the room and saw that some girls were blushing at the sight of their remarkably handsome teacher. Kakashi scratched his head sheepishly and sat down at his desk. "So… I'm Hatake Kakashi, 29, and I'm your new teacher…" Kakashi turned to the chalkboard and wrote his name with messy but neat letters. The 'popular' girls were all gazing dreamily at their handsome teacher with the mysterious aura. He sat back down and took out his papers. He searched for the paper with the students name on it and found it at the bottom of a pile. "So, I'm going to call your names to see if everyone is present. He started at the top. "Aburame, Shino" He saw a raised hand near the window and marked him as present. "Akimichi, Chouji" Kakashi heard a muffled yes from somewhere in the classroom and saw a boy stuffing his face with potato chips. Kakashi continued. "Um… Hayate, Naomi" he scanned the room and saw a petit hand slowly raise. "Um… S-sensei. My name is Hayato Naomi. Not Hayate" Kakashi looked at the Naomi girl. Kakashi suddenly felt a hint of déja-vu. 'Where have I seen her before?' "Oh ok, Hayato, Naomi then?" she nodded at Kakashi but kept her head down. Kakashi smirked slightly behind his mask, invisible for the students but clear as day for the 29 year old teacher. 'That girl is something… special…' Kakashi's inner self laid the weight on 'special' as if to make him understand what he really wanted. Kakashi continued down the list, ignoring his inner self's needs.
Kakashi smirked at his flashback of the girl. "I must teach you proper ways to speak to your sensei, Naomi". Kakashi saw Naomi's eyes widen and he had to bite his lips so he wouldn't laugh at her pureness. Naomi was curious for starters, slightly scared, but mostly curious. Why is Kakashi-sensei smirking? What is he thinking about? Kakashi took a chair and sat opposite of his student. "Why are you so innocent Naomi?" Naomi blinked. "Huh?" Kakashi stared at her dead in the eye. "Why are you so innocent?" Naomi gaped at her sensei. Her mouth was moving without any sound coming out. Naomi was speechless. Kakashi sighed and bent forward before taking a hold of her face with his firm hand. "What am I supposed to do with you Naomi? You can't even answer your sensei…" Naomi was shocked by the sudden touch by her sensei. Still, she couldn't find the courage to stand up for herself. Sensei… you're scaring me with your touch. Kakashi grinned somehow mean and stroked his thumb over her cheek so he could see her reaction. Naomi's eyes widened even more, making her adorable like a deer. "Naomi? You're too cute for your own good" Naomi finally managed to speak up. "… Sensei… Wha-"
Naomi felt paralyzed at what Kakashi did next. What is he doing?! Kakashi had pulled down his mask and kissed her. Hard. He was bruising her lips by the force he was using. He pulled back and in a millisecond, the mask was back in place. "Will you speak now? Will you press charges at me for harassment? What will you do Naomi? Speak up! Yell at me! Come on!" Kakashi was screaming at her now. Frightening her. Mocking her. Naomi shook her head in defeat. She couldn't do it. She couldn't press charges at him. Couldn't yell at him. Nothing. Naomi felt bitter tears press behind her eyes. Kakashi stroked one away with his thumb. "Tsk, Tsk. Is the little baby crying?" he mocked her once again. Naomi bit her bottom lip in the attempt of keeping the tears back. I… I have to get out of here… Sensei… he's scaring me. Naomi made up her mind quickly and stood up from her desk. Kakashi smiled darkly behind his mask as her body started shaking. Kakashi stood up slowly and walked towards her. Naomi was quick to grab her bag and storm out of the classroom, leaving a smirking Kakashi behind. Oh… she'll see a lot more of my dark side than she knows.