Don't Count the Steps-

Summary: Dance is a Souls companion; but the soul is nothing unless it feels love, the love shared through…let's say dance?

Yo! I'm Khaos!

This is an AU (alternate universe) story; and if you have a problem with teacher student relationships, I suggest you not read my stuff instead of bashing me. On that note, I do recommend constructive criticism if it has something to do with making my writing better. Thanks!

Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never will. What else can I say?

Geometry; Sakura's least favorite subject; her worst one too. So why the hell was she in the class? The tension from the ongoing staring contest between her and the teacher could be cut with a knife; the other students stayed silent, none of them daring to evoke the horrid rampage of yelling from either.

Sasuke slunk farther down in his chair and pulled the front of his hoodie up over his nose, trying to make himself seem as small as possible in the room, because he knew the first person Sakura would vent on was him. Always was, ever since they were little.

Naruto turned his head in his hand awkwardly to the window looking out it to avoid the probing eyes of the other students in the room. He was by no means shy, but he hated being put on the spot like that.

Sai on the other hand, was quite amused by his friend's outburst in class and the reaction of Mr. Hatake, the geometry teacher. Those two had seemed to hate eachother from the start; Sakura wasn't a big fan of math…or teachers for that matter. She never did her homework, but was truly a brilliant person. Even with No homework handed in, she'd managed to pass from the eleventh grade to the twelfth at the top of the class right below Shikamaru Nara; the school nerd.

The bell for eighth period rang, but no one dared move. When angry, Mr. Hatake really knew how to dish out punishments.

"All of you are dismissed." Mr. Hatake said with a graveling tone, spooking most of the kids out of their seats and out the door.

Sakura snapped her gum loudly and bent down to grab her books from beneath the desk and her black and red checkered purse off of the floor. She laid the items on her desk, and as if reading the man's mind went up to the whiteboard and wrote her name under the detention column.

"…Sakura," He said with a sigh when everyone was out of the room, 'You wouldn't have detention if you would just behave in class, you know."

"Maybe I like detention." She shot back, not wanting to hear any of his, 'we can work this out' crap.

"If you like it so much why don't I just keep you until five-thirty? I'm sure the boys would understand if you didn't show up to whatever you had planned." He stated with a wry smile.

She scowled; he couldn't do that! It wasn't fair! "You know, I really enjoy our alone time Mr. Hatake, but…I really don't think my Sister would enjoy me out so late with such an old man." She could play his game to, and she would win. She just needed to find out how to tell Shizune what she was doing later.

"Fair enough, I'll just give her a call and explain why you spend every eighth period sitting in that desk." Kakashi walked back around his desk and pulled open his top drawer, pulling out a packet of the Logic unit and its previous regent's test for her to work on.

If she wanted to be a miserable prick, he'd let her, but she was going to do some work; instead of both of them just sitting and staring at eachother, thinking nasty words. He handed her the packet and went to the white board, erasing it so he could get ready for the next lesson he had to teach next period.

"First two weeks of school and I'm on your bad list? Man I'm getting bad at this, usually it's the first day. Now if you weren't such a goddamn optimist then we wouldn't have a problem, but you think you can change me with a snap of your fingers," think again pretty boy, "This is me, and you aren't going to change that." She sat back and looked at the packet he had given her; she grunted the word fuck, and tossed the packet across the room. She wasn't going to do it, she had the highest grade point average of all his students, and she still didn't do any homework. To be frank, she was furious that he would give her more math to do.

Kakashi turned and looked at her, "Will you just shut the fuck up? Seriously, I am not in the mood for your shit right now."

She reeled back some at his use of language; weren't teachers supposed to play it nice? "Well maybe I'm not in the mood for yours, Mr. Hatake." She liked it when he was angry, it was strangely appealing and dangerously sexy. That's right, she thought. She thought her Geometry teacher sexy, he was though, cute face, nice eyes, and his hair was to die for. Soft and uncontrollable. Even the scar trailing down his face was appealing, and the fact he wore an eye patch ninety percent of the time.

"Well then don't fucking put up with it and drag your ass down to the dean's office."

Dean Orochimaru wasn't one to mess with; infact he was scary, just…scary. He reminded more people of the Grim Reaper than a person running a school; and his sick twisted punishments were even worse. What kind of guy makes kids clean out the teachers' bathrooms? That's just disgusting, she mused.

"You know...i think I'll stay and do that packet." She got to her feet and walked across the room and grabbed the packet off of the window sill, trying to get the wrinkles and folds out of the paper.

"Smart move," He mumbled as he wrote out ninth periods to do list, "See I'm nice and offer to keep you in my room, and I usually don't give you anything to do , so all im asking is you do at least some of that packet."

"Why?"

"Well hello Mr. Hatake….Sakura-chan, right?" A deep disturbing voice filled Sakura's ears as she looked up, chills running down her spine. Dean Orochimaru. She bent over the packet and started in on the first problem. Speak of the devil, more or less think of the devil, and the devil will come.

"Yes, that is Sakura." Kakashi answered smoothly, his marker squeaking on the board; depicting the little nagging voice in his head telling him to turn around.

The tall man with long dark hair smiled, and looked down at Sakura, who loved her math work at the moment. Anything not to see that man, she thought, thank you Mr. Hatake. He went to brush her pink hair from her face when Kakashi turned around.

"So what exactly did you want to talk to me about?" He crossed his arms over his chest; he knew exactly why he was here; he'd found out about Sakura being in detention every night, and by chance he had been with her mom quite a few years back before she died. Kakashi would not let his own boss, and her dean, someone she should be able to trust, go at her like she's a puppy just coming into heat. It was bad enough she had to deal with the boys of her own class, and the underclassmen but a grown man nearly four times her age? Nuh-uh, that wasn't happening.

Orochimaru looked up curiously, "err…Your teaching plans for next week."

"I was planning on working with them on finding interior and exterior angles and side measurements in the same." He commented dryly.

"I see…well…I have to go." He turned on his heal and walked out the door with out another word, silently cursing Kakashi. While small and mostly compact, Kakashi was not a man to be messed with; he'd once taken on the Football team for reasons unknown and won.

Sakura waited until she knew he was gone, "He scares me."

"I concur." Kakashi took the packet away from her, "the rest of the period is yours."

She nodded with a sigh of relief and went digging in her purse for something to entertain her. Finding nothing other than her cell phone, she pulled it out, and hoped that Mr. Hatake hadn't noticed.

To: Sasuke-kun

From: Sakura-chan

Wht r u doin?

She slipped the small slider phone back into her purse, waiting for Sasuke to text back. Stupid school policy, cell phones not allowed. She hated it.

"Sakura, I believe Sasuke has texted you back, and you better hope to god I don't see your phone out when you text him back." Kakashi spoke up from the book he had his nose in, his sensitive ears picking up the silent buzzing of the phone in her purse. They weren't as silent as the kids thought, he mused.

She looked up at him and then to her phone in the bag, how had he heard that? It was on silent for god's sake. Maybe she didn't want to know? Maybe he wasn't even human….no he was human, she thought, she really needed to stop bringing her conspiracy theories into her school concerns.

She opened the message on her phone

From: Sasuke-kun

To: Sakura-chan

Lstnng 2 Mr. Maito gv a lecture on th ltrary elmnts. U?

She smiled, thankful she had detention at the moment, Mr. Maito was probably the most boring teacher in the entire school, hell even Mr. Umino the librarian was more fun than him.

Nobody really wants to know why it is manly to run around in a green leotard with nothing more than a green vest over it. Very embarrassing to the students when he got excited, not embarrassing in the sense that he had a boner, embarrassing in the sense that it wasn't very impressive.

To: Sasuke-kun

From: Sakura-chan

Lmfao! Iz js sttn here txtn u.

"Sakura put it away."

"Put what away?"

He looked up over the thin silver rim of his glasses, away from his book, his eyebrow cocked; his face saying 'don't-toy-with-me-girl-you-wont-win'.

"Sorry." She hung her head a little, and slipped the small phone back in her bag.

The room was awkwardly silent once again; every little noise, from the tick of the clock to the silent ringing of Sakura's phone echoed full blast in both their ears.

"Don't you dare answer that phone."

"How the hell can you hear it?" This guy must be like…Marine black Ops or something to pick up that kind of sound.

"How can I not?"

"You scare me."

"You scare me."

"Yeah well…Hey, it's a picture." She opened the message she wasn't even supposed to look at on her phone. Her phone fell to the floor with a clack. "Err…" her face went bright red.

Kakashi's brow furrowed, 'What?"

"Mr. Maito has a stiffy." Sakura laid her face on her purse, trying to rid her head of that image. And that's where having two gay best friends was a down side. They found stuff like that interesting, and embarrassing, seeing as how his was so…small?

"Eww."

Sakura flinched when the bell for ninth period rang; thankful for the break in the silence and her reason to leave the room.

"See you tomorrow…sensei." Sakura scooped up her books and her bag and walked out of the room and headed down the hall to the art room with Deidara and Sasori senseis.

She smiled when she walked into the room, and Sai was at his usual seat right next to her.

"Hey Sai."

"Hey. How was detention?"

"Same old, Same old, but Dean Orochimaru came in and it was really weird…I mean I don't think I have ever seen Mr. Hatake's mood change so fast in my life."

She put her things below her seat and pulled out her art folder from the basket before heading back over to where she and Sai sat together.

"Alright guys settle down, today were starting three-quarter view portraits." Sasori explained as he sketched how to do it on a large piece of paper he had taped to the chalkboard.

He made the face shape, and the lines guiding him on where to place the facial features.

"Any questions?" he had already sketched in the hair and started shading.

Nobody raised their hands and started in on their work; the teachers walked the aisles looking over the students' art.

Sai sketched in the hair as Sakura finished the eyes, "So…did you get caught texting again."

"Yes." Sakura replied calmly as she adjusted the size of her sketches nose.

"I think that guy has a thing for you, I mean…you get in trouble constantly but he never, ever sends you to the dean." Sai started shading the chin as he looked over to Sakura's portrait, it looked really good. Her features were all in proportion, and her shading had improved a great deal.

Sakura looked surprised at the thought of Mr. Hatake having a thing for her, "he's a teacher, he does not feel that way for me. Besides I think it has to do with who the Dean is. He seems…to not like him."

"You were going to say that he hates him like a sonofabitch."

"Yes I was." She smiled at her friend.

Deidara walked down their aisle, "Sakura, Sai, they look good."

"Thank you Sensei." They said in unison. They both knew he was under-exaggerating so the others in the class wouldn't feel bad, he always said it looked good even if it sucked.

Sakura snickered when Sai opened his sketchpad to a drawing of Deidara sensei naked with Sasori. "I think I finally pinned there relationship. Deidara is the man and Sasori is the woman."

Sakura turned and looked at the two art teachers arguing over something in the back room.

"I agree."

Sasori seemed like the one you could walk all over without him caring. Deidara on the other hand seemed to be the one who would rip you a new one if you tried to use him.

Sai closed his book and laid his head down on it, glancing up at the clock. He was bored because he was done. "Why don't you…like…sketch something."

He shrugged and opened the sketch pad to a clean page and started drawing.

She didn't pay attention to what it was as she went to pull out her phone. It wasn't there…she'd left it with Mr. Hatake, "Awe Fuck."

"Hmm?"

"I left my phone with Mr. Hatake."

"Bummer." He snickered mentally at the Irony of it. Poor Sakura would have to go and see him again to get her phone back; fate was really trying to put them together…

She scowled and snatched his sketch book away from him, "hey…Is that me and Mr. Hatake?" he had drawn a picture of them kissing, "Eww! I would never kiss him, or use tongue, what the hell is wrong with you?" Never in a million years would she make out with Mr. Hatake, let alone tongue him. No matter what Sai said, it wouldn't happen.

"You sooo like him, it's obvious; you two flirt constantly, challenging eachother to see who can push who's buttons first. Will you please take that 'oblivious' sticker off your overly large forehead and just ask him out?"

Sakura ignored him as final bell rang and when his back was turned she unconsciously put a hand to her forehead, checking for the sticker that Sai said was there. Relieved to find no such sticker, she grabbed her things and left the room, heading for Mr. Hatake's room to get her phone back.

Ask him out? He was a teacher, wasn't that like illegal? No, she was eighteen; so outside of school she could be with who ever the hell she wanted. But Mr. Hatake wasn't one. Eighteen, she thought, she definitely didn't look it. She could pass as maybe fifteen, but any older than that and it was just stupid to assume.

She stopped outside the door, eavesdropping on his conversation with the health teacher, Mr. Sarutobi. Ironic that he was a health teacher when he smoke nearly seven packs a day.

"I don't know…I didn't get as many as I thought I would," Kakashi sighed as he looked up towards his friend, "Should I go with what I have?"

"They wouldn't have signed up just to have the guy quit because he didn't get over ten kids."

Kakashi rolled his eyes, 'I've never taught a group this small."

"Im sure you can handle it" the burly man adjusted his seat in one of the desks.

"Seven kids…You know what this school needs, a drama club or a dance club or something."

"Maybe if you'd offer the class to girls."

Kakashi shot Asuma a glare that could kill, "Do you know how hard it is to teach a girl to lead a guy in that kind of dance? It takes forever. That's beside the point, I don't like teaching the follow, and the lead is much easier."

"It was a suggestion, don't bite my head off."

"Rawr." Kakashi smiled at his friend knowingly, he meant well but Kakashi wasn't one who was very open to suggestions. He was more of a 'do it my self kind of guy'.

Asuma glanced at his watch and flinched, "Hey, im sorry but I have to go meet up with Kurenai, promised I'd take her out to eat." He grabbed his jacket and left out the door, kakashi not getting another word in edgewise.

Sakura made her move and walked in cautiously: "Err… Mr. Hatake, I was wondering if I could have my phone back." She felt her stomach flutter when he looked up with that breathtaking smile on his face; okay, maybe she liked him a bit more than she said, but she was never going to…Kiss him.

"Yeah, sure." He pointed to the small orange and black phone on his desk with the pencil in his hand and then when back to his tests. "By the way, you did a good job on your test."

Err… "Thanks."

She crept out slowly, watching his reaction with curious eyes. One minute he hates her to high heaven, and the next he's like her best friend and doesn't even bring up the discussion they'd had in class.

She smiled as she closed the door behind her and headed down the hall to the large glass doors leading to the outside world. She had brought up the fact that he was a lonely single math teacher and he needed to get a life; and he had fought back, and quite well she noted, but not as good as her. Maybe with some practice he'd reach her level…maybe.

As she left the building that haunted her, something hit her; Kakashi was teaching the dance classes. That's what he and Asuma had been talking about…she was so fucked and not in a too good way.

Pulling her phone from her pocket she dialed Sasuke's number and out the phone to her ear;

"Sasuke?" She said when he answered. "We have a big problem….Mr. Hatake is teaching those dance classes at the recreation center."

She held the phone away from her ear as the boy on the other end of the phone-line screamed something about a meticulous bastard who was following them everywhere.

"Tell me about it…" she mumbled under her breath; maybe Sai was right, maybe he did have a thing for her. She touched her hand to her forehead, checking for the sticker again.

"Yeah…Why? Did Itachi say it was okay that I could come over? Yeah, sure, see you there." She closed her phone and started walking towards Sasuke's House, where he and hi brother lived together.

Okay so the man that she despised yet loved, no not loved, liked a lot was teaching a dance class that was only for guys that she had signed up for, great, she mused, just what she needed was Mr. Hatake on her tail for cross dressing to get into a dance class. Either she was real desperate or she just wanted to poke enough of his buttons to find the one that made his head pop off.

She laughed at the thought.

Sakura looked down at her pocket as her phone went off and pulled it out.

From: Sai-kun

To: Sakura-chan

Hey, Dnt 4gt to bring your hat with the thingy's that hang over your ears all the way to your hips.

She texted back, 'got it' and pulled the hat out of her purse and pulled it on. She loved her hat, and if she wore it, it would help hide her hair later on.

Running up Sasuke's steps when she got to his place, she stopped to see the ambulance drive by, sirens going off.

"Looks like Shizune's going to be late."

Sakura turned around and smiled and Sasuke's older brother, Itachi.

"Hey, Weasel."

"Cherry." He smiled back at her, his smiled nearly glinting. "Sasuke is in his room if you want to head up there; 'something about finding Under Armor to hide her damned boobs'. I assumed he meant you."

"Yeah." She looked down at the problematic mounds, and then back up. They weren't very big, but they would be noticeable in a room full of testosterone-pumped guys.

Heading for the stairs, she gave Naruto, who was lounging on the Uchiha's couch lazily, a wave telling him it was time to get up off of his ass and come help her get ready.

"Sakura!" he yelled after as he got up and slid past the base of the stairs, his socks making it hard to stop on the polished wood floor. His loud laugh getting closer as she hit the second floor landing and started up to the third floor, where Sasuke's room was.

She laughed as she took two steps at a time, just managing to stay ahead of the blonde chasing her up the stairs, wanting his hug.

"Sasuke," she squealed when she ran into his room, Naruto's arms wrapping around her in a bear hug. "Help me!"

The raven haired boy shook his head, "Put her down, Naruto…You lovable Ass."

"Right…" He set her down, "So, I see you have the hat. What about the wig?"

She smiled, "of course" pulling the wig out of her purse; she tossed it on the bed.

Sasuke nodded, "Good." He tossed her his Under Armor, "Put that on, and we'll find you a sweat shirt too."