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Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Chapter One: The Bet

"Those fan girls are really something," Asuma said dryly, wincing as the young girls' screams reached the staff room. He watched passively as Kakashi made his coffee, wondering for the umpteenth time how his colleague managed to drink it with his mask still in place. Kakashi only laughed as he stirred his coffee- black, two spoonfuls of sugar.

"You get used to it," he replied, inhaling the aroma. "And besides, there are ways to get rid of the fan girls, if someone really wants to." Asuma snorted in spite of himself.

"Yeah, right," he said, looking outside to see the girls watching Sasuke Uchiha's private school service pull up at the parking lot. He looked back at Kakashi's cup only to see that he already drunk his coffee. How does he do that? "They're devoted fans, how can you possibly get rid of even one?" There was a tense moment of silence.

"Do I smell a bet, Asuma?" Kakashi finally said, eyes glinting.

Sasuke curtly thanked Deisuke before stepping out of the car. Girls screamed, all the while carrying posters with his face on it from last month's Student Council election (which he won by a landslide…not to brag or anything). They carried pens, begging him to sign them (so when he gets close, said fan girl can then proceed to grab his head and kiss him).

He smirked and most girls fanned themselves at his (so hot it should be freakin' illegal) features (his oh-so-smoldering black eyes, that oh-so-perfectly gelled hair), some trying to get out of the rope that the maintenance crew had placed (and what the principal now declared was mandatory). The rest of the Student Council tried to keep the peace.

"Hurry up, Uchiha-san!" the vice-president yelled in desperation, pushing some of the more eager girls back. Sasuke narrowed his eyes at his rude tone and the vice-president squeaked (it was the infamous Uchiha glare, after all), letting his guard down for a second.

It was enough.

Suddenly, the fan girls knocked over the vice-president and ran towards Sasuke, their shrill voices growing louder. The secretary and treasurer quickly ushered Sasuke into the school office ("Go on without me and save yourselves!" the vice-president shouted, before he passed out from the overpowering perfumes he inhaled against his will), and the rest of the Student Council turned to the rabid fan girls who looked ready to kill.

Sakura walked to the school, MP3 on full blast. She nodded her head to the beat, resisting the urge to dance along to the fast-paced music (she was hopeless at dancing, and really she didn't need any more humiliating, thank you very much.) Upon entering the school, she saw the vice-president lying awkwardly on the pavement. Her eyes widened and she immediately ran towards him.

"Vice-president!" she said, trying to shake him awake. "Can you hear me?" The vice-president slowly opened his eyes and licked his dry lips.

"A-Are they gone?" he croaked. Sakura tilted her head.

"Well," she said finally stopping to shake his shoulders to look around. "…There's no one here except for us, if that's what you mean." The vice-president tried to sit up and felt around for his glasses. Sakura spied them near the bushes and gave it to him.

"Arigato, Sakura-san," he said, sighing. "You know, I really wished that you won the election. There's so much hassle in protecting Uchiha-san every day from the fan girls." Sakura shrugged her shoulders, but in her mind, she was agreeing with him vehemently. Sasuke Uchiha only won because he was pretty. He doesn't even care about the Student Council, only that his older brother was in it, and therefore, so should he. Sakura tried to keep her short temper on a leash.

"I can't really do anything about that," she said (bitterly) before helping the vice-president stand up. "Anyway, I hope the rest of your day is better, sempai!" she bowed before walking to her class.

Kakashi and Asuma watched the exchange with interest.

"I bet Sakura can find a way to get rid of Sasuke's fan girls," Kakashi said, smiling. Asuma shook his head.

"Sakura? You think she's capable to doing that?" Asuma said, surprised. "No offense, but she looks like she can't even hurt a fly." Kakashi snorted.

"You obviously don't know her well enough," he muttered, remembering how Sakura once threw his (non-fiction…cough) book out of the window after class because she didn't get his lesson. He then had to stay after school and teach her (properly, this time) and when he went looking for his (non-fiction) book, it was gone. Gone.

It was one of the saddest days of his perverted life.

"Well, what's the timeframe?" Asuma asked.

"Ten weeks," Kakashi said. "If she can find a way for Sasuke to lose most of his fan girls, then you owe me your two months' pay. If she can't, you get mine." Asuma smirked and they shook hands.

"This is an easy bet, Kakashi," he said, laughing. "I won't even have to do anything!" He left, whistling a tune. Kakashi smirked, taking out a book from his back pocket.

"He obviously doesn't know Sakura," he said happily to himself, before turning a page.

"Everyone apart from Sakura can go," Kakashi said above the noise. Sakura tapped her pencil against her desk, silently fuming. After the other students had left, she narrowed her eyes.

"Please don't tell me you included me in another bet, Kakashi-sensei," she said, frowning. "I still have bruises from the last time." Kakashi shrugged.

"What can I say? Zabuza didn't think you could beat up his men. I couldn't resist." He grinned. "I love it when people underestimate my little Sakura-chan." Sakura stood up from her desk and stomped towards him, slamming her hand on the table.

"They were carrying knives!" she said, her eye twitching. Kakashi smiled.

"Yes, but you were carrying knives, too," he countered easily. "And as I recall, you also carried some senbon needles and a very nice set of stiletto heels." Sakura resisted the urge to strangle her sensei.

"You owe me," she hissed, showing him a bruise on her arm, before shoving Kakashi none too gently. "No more bets."

"This one doesn't involve your monstrous, brute strength," Kakashi said, leaning forward. "Well, not really." Sakura blinked before biting her lip.

"…What do I get out of it?" she asked hesitantly. Kakashi grinned behind his mask.

"I'll give you my contact number," he said, wiggling his eyebrows. Sakura gritted her teeth.

"Forget it," she said, turning to go.

"Surely you miss talking to Ten-Ten," Kakashi said. "She's not allowed technology at that school she's going to. And Hinata's parents are very strict, yes? You can call me and tell me all your girly problems and I will listen. I think that's a pretty good deal." Sakura marched back to him and leaned on his desk.

"Or," Sakura said evilly. "I can sell your phone number to your fan girls. I wonder how much money they'd pay me." Kakashi's lone eye widened before he laughed nervously.

"Now, now, Sakura-chan," he said. "Will you listen to the bet first? I think you'll find it interesting."

"Okay," she replied, glaring at her teacher. "What is it?"

"You have ten weeks to get rid of Sasuke Uchiha's fan girls." Sakura's eyes widened.

"Are you kidding me?" she nearly shrieked. "That's nearly impossible! They're like…like leeches! What were you thinking?"

"Yes, but you're smart, Sakura," Kakashi said, standing up and getting ready. "You'll figure something out." Sakura shoved him back on his chair. So much for my cool exit, Kakashi thought, pouting.

"I'm not doing it," she said firmly. "Just cancel your bet, Kakashi-sensei."

"I'll offer you my help," Kakashi said quickly. "And you can use this room for your headquarters. Just win the bet for me, Sakura."

"No," Sakura seethed. Kakashi sighed.

"You're right," he said, looking forlorn. "It's really impossible, isn't it?" Sakura nodded her head vigorously. "It's so impossible that Sasuke wouldn't mind betting his position as the president of the Student Council for a bet he would most certainly win." Sakura blinked.

"What…" she started. Kakashi stood up (again) to leave.

"Just think about it, Sakura," he said, heading for the door. He stopped at turned back to look at her.

"I think this bet might be worth your while."

Author's Notes

Thank you for reading! Just a few things:

1. This is going to be MultiSaku.

2. I'm sorry this is so short, ehehe…

3. I can probably update every fortnight (I love that word)

4. And last but not the least…please review!

Have a good day, everyone!