AN: Jinx: When I came up with this thing, I knew I needed a co-writer because I suck at chapter fics, so I decided to ask Stand or Die

StandorDie: and of course she chose a genius...

Jinx: Right, anyway, I asked her to be my co-writer and as you can see, she happily accepted. So what we came up with is, Stand or Die-

StandorDie: Woot woot!

Jinx: sweatdrops uhm, alrighty then... She will be writing from Iruka's point of view, while I myself, will be writing from Kakashi's.

StandorDie: She's Kakashi because she has the personality to match, you know, reading porn in public...a total horndog...haha

Jinx: Hey! puts down suspicious looking book with naked guy on the cover.

StandorDie: Oops heh

Jinx: Ahem, anyway, disclaimer; I don't own naruto because if I did, Kakashi would be screwing Iruka on his school desk while I was in bed with Genma and Anko (yay for threesomes)

StandorDie: I'm not disclaiming anything 'cause I'm not getting paid for this but enjoy and REVIEW!

January 14th.

Iruka's POV 9:12 am.

The stack of thin material produced by the amalgamation of fibres fell centimetres away from my face, forcing me to wake from my daydream, my body pulling back in order to protect itself from further offence. In fact it was only paper and only a couple of sheets but the sound effect was enough to force my bodily reaction.

"Umino!", came his voice, loud and rough, so different from his usual bored and subtle tone.-"Depressing as ever."

And he turned away, handing out the essays to the other students, his movements lazy as he manoeuvred between the isles of desks. I looked down at the papers before me, the small writing registering as my own, Umino Iruka written neatly at the top of the first page.

Of course by depressing he meant my writing. Just last week he had given us the freedom to write a seven thousand word story or essay on any given subject in the world as long as it was in Dutch.

Yes Dutch.

Not because some bizarre twist of fate forced some poor fan-girl to write it as such but because the universe seemed to store every horrible aspect just for me and when I was down on my knees, it would throw these things in my general direction.

Alright, maybe I am being bitter but the fact that I received so little appreciation for my artistic flare and poetic talent drove me to the edge of reason, laying ground for the brewing darkness within.

I'm being too dramatic.

In reality Hatake was already dictating something new up at the front while I was sitting and staring out of the window.

And if you think I had achieved this reality check all by myself, you're wrong. It was a flying shoe that hit me right in my face.

And that pretty much sums up first period, Dutch.

Kakashi's POV 10:00 am.

To my great relief first period finally ends, I'm nursing a horrible hangover and I'm still trying to remember who I slept with last night.
The last student files out the room, Umino Iruka, my current object of affection. I check out his ass before he disappears out the door, damn, does he have an ass. The thought of that ass keeps me company on the rare nights I spend alone.

I made it my personal goal this school year to get in his pants no matter what it takes. I already have a plan actually, I'm failing him in my Dutch class so I'd have an excuse to give him private tutoring (trust me, he needs it). I'd take him with me to my apartment and let him fall for my sexual charm.

It won't be that hard to convince him to take extra classes, 'cause his Dutch really sucks ass! I meant what I said when I told him his work was depressing, though he could have interpreted it the wrong way, the freakin' thing was all about loneliness, so that alone could be depressing if not for the fact that it was written in ridiculously bad Dutch.

So he could have thought the paper was written okay, and the story was sad.

Whatever.

I walk out the door, lighting a cigarette and heading towards the bathroom (hey, even cool guys like myself need to piss once in a while) I know smoking isn't allowed inside the building but I don't care, it started raining 15 minutes ago and I don't intend on getting wet or not smoking. My boss will just have to cut me some slack since I still came in today when I could have been doing so many other things (mentally fucking Iruka while providing the necessary physical pleasure myself being one of them)

I end up in the bathroom, I put my cigarette between my lips and piss. When I close my pants I hear the toilet flush behind me and turn around, coming face to face with my most favourite student of all. "Umino", I address him as he washes his hands.

"Your last work was rubbish. Actually, most of the papers you've handed in were lousy."

He turns around to take a towel to dry his hands.

"I'm sorry sir, I'll do better next time', God that face is adorable, he's blushing and studying his shoelaces, I just want to pin him to the wall and fuck him right here.

But I'll wait.

It's time to put my little plan into action.

"Apparently, you don't quite grasp the idea of some verbs changing sound in their past tense and your grammar needs some serious work. I'll cut to the chase here, I'm offering to tutor you, no charge.", that took him of guard.

He looked up at me, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"I. I think I'll take that offer sir."

And so it begins.