Brush Strokes

By: PrincessOfWhiteSnow

Welcome~ This is Snowy-sensei! This is my 3rd Naruto fanfic. So far Naruto fans haven't be ecstatic with my stuff but no fear I don't give up so easily. This is a story that just popped into my head. I'm not really sure where I'll be going with it but we'll see. :) As for pairings I'm not really sure yet, I've dabbled in shonenai before and I must admit its pretty fun to write so I might go that route. Heh Heh I might even pull one of those barely seen pairings out of my hat. Hmm, we'll see. Don't let that stop you though, I'm very tasteful when I write so you could with a little imagination pretend that my couples are just say….very close friends lol. Anyway REVIEW! Because reviews are love, and love makes the world go round. So let's keep it spinning!

I do not own Naruto…I just manipulate him into seemingly hilarious situations for sick fun…heheheheheheheh…and of course for you as well. ;)

-Prologue-

If one looked especially hard in the corner of the art classroom one might (if skilled) see the maelstrom of silver hair jetting out in every direction without purpose just barely peeking out behind a large decorated canvas. However most students of the Leaf Fine Arts Program, (or LEAP as the students affectionately called it) a special course for only the most talented students, were not the most observant of people. In fact most were absolute scatterbrains. Which is kind of expected when dealing with creative minds. So as the first class of the summer began to file in they did not see the man (the owner of the silver spikes) hiding comfortably behind the painting.

Most didn't even spare a glance, as they set up their new easels and eagerly awaited the new and rumored talent of a sensei to appear. All accept one. He smirked to himself blue eyes glittering in amusement as he took in the familiar hair just barely in sight. He ran a paint streaked hand through his own messy golden spikes before settling down in the back right corner, opposite of the one the hidden man was in. it was hard to fight his loud flamboyant nature, to keep from screaming hellos and announcing his presence.

However, he could be patient when he wanted to be. No matter what his family and the friends he had left behind in the next town over thought. He wanted it to be a surprise…so yes he would wait and ignore his urge to yell at the icy Teme beside him to lighten up and stop being antisocial, he was scarring some girl for just walking past him (the said Teme is the blonde's best friend, so it wouldn't be out of nowhere) Or to slap palms with dog face in victory over their acceptance into the program. His friends eyed him uneasily as they unpacked their supplies, watching from the corner of their eyes for the blonde to spaz out like usual. However they're looking was all for nothing because the blonde was adamant in his stance on not speaking a word. Even though it was normal for their friend to be calmer in the studio it was still weird for him to not even say a word. Hoping to shake whatever had happened to their friend out of his system the teme says (or in normal persons whisper) "Where's the sensei." Dog face rubbed a hand over one of the red arrows tattooed on his face before bellowing.

"No clue! He better get here soon though." the teme blanched rubbing his ear and giving the brunette his patented family death glare. Dog face simply barked a laugh before rearranging his paints; the teme glanced at the blonde waiting for his own bellow. Only to find him smirking smugly to himself, his eye glittering with the amusement of knowing something that no one else did. As everyone in the class (even the extremely late ones by 15 minutes) came in, set up and then settled down the room became steadily quieter. After a half hour it began to get rowdy again, with people yelling questions loudly at each other. Dog face being one of the loudest. The teme sat stoically beside the blonde, glaring holes into his empty canvas, the only show that, even he was getting fed up with the waiting. The blonde simply twirled a brush threw his fingers humming quietly to himself the picture of patience….which if you aren't aware is the exact opposite of the boy on any other occasion. Except today. Finally after an hour of waiting a loud mouth blonde girl in the front announced to the group.

"Okay that's it! I'm outta here." 9 followed her out the door; the 11 left looked torn but staid in their places. The teme staid only because he had fought with his father for a month to join the program and he'd be damned before he ran out without a single lesson. Dog face was itching to run out to get back to his dog pen but would stay as long as the Teme and the blonde would. And the blonde, well he was perfectly content in his knowledge to stay put and amuse himself with his brush. 15 minutes later what the blonde had been waiting for finally happened. With a bang the canvas swung and tittered before falling like a rock to the floor, everyone in the class tore around to see what had happened. They were greeted with the sight of a tall man standing unabashedly where the painting had been. Not even looking at him, his uncovered eye trained on a neon orange book the was title "Icha Icha Paradise". Everyone in the class stared wide eyed at the man. At his premature silver hair (because he couldn't be older than his early twenties), at the decorated bandana slanted across his forehead to hang over his left eye, at the black cotton mask covering from his neck to just above his nose. His uncovered eye was slate grey, and his eyebrow was arched almost as if he was smiling. A black sweater with selves that stopped at his elbows to show paint streaks and muscular fore arms. Even the fingerless gloves he wore bore a smattering of paint. Though his sweater and dark pants were spotless down to his shiny black boots.

It was silent in the classroom as everyone just stared wide eyed and disbelieving at the laid back man. Everyone was in shock, except a certain bright eyed blonde, carefully hiding his face behind the teme. Everyone jumps as the man slaps his book shut with a almost tearful sigh full of regret. "Well, children congrats on passing your first lesson. An artist must be patient, with themselves and the idiot's that they are forced to deal with. I will be your beloved sensei. Kakashi-sensei to you ankle biters."

"EHEH?" The class exploded together. The sensei's eyebrow arched again.

"Maa, maa can we get started now. I have some reading to catch up on." With that the silver haired teacher pranced up to the front of the class, lazily his hand rubbing his book as though it was his first born. The blonde hide his smile behind his canvas before waiting for what would happen next.

A/N~ SO what did you guys think? Does it suck so far...so I even keep going? Okay Snowy-sensei outta here! ;-) OH YEAH REVIEW! PRETTY PLEASE...or else...tehehe xD