In recent news, because I know you guys love to hear about my life...I am officially addicted to Coke. If I don't get at least a can of it down before twelve in the afternoon I get horrible headaches. And I've also recently learned that if I drink six cans in under twenty minutes I will get a headache and go completely insane from the caffeine-sugar intake. And possibly throw up too, but that hasn't happened yet.
Anyway...this story will most likely suck, so just walk away. Spare your minds from this horror. (Note the fact that the name of the story is called 'Hideaway' That alone should warn you away.) And the fact that they call him Kakashi-sensei, despite the fact that this is an AU, is because his name sounds odd without it attached. I will think up a mildly passable excuse for this later...
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. However, I do own six twelve-packs of coke.
Summary: Schoolteachers are deceptive and connving. Sasuke and Kiba learn this firsthand.
Detention. Detention, detention, and once more, detention. The bane of any good child's existence, the mere thought turning the sloppiest firestarter into a pleasant, upright kid. But when you've spent most of your school time in detention, you learn to become immune to it. This was, apparently, the case with Sasuke and Kiba.
They were fresh out of their latest lunchtime detention, three days before the end of the school year, and already they were breaking a whole set of rules. Like the ones that involved not running, wearing shoes inside school, and not making a racket as you passed through the halls. So the fact that Sasuke was chasing a shoeless, screeching Kiba down the hall at high speed was sure to land them in a heap of trouble.
"This is all your fault!" Sasuke hissed after his psychotic friend, who was waxing nigh hysterical as he slowed down a bit. "If you hadn't been making fun of Sakura's hair we wouldn't have had detention in the first place!" The two boys neared their classroom, which was at present being taught by their homeroom teacher, a silver-haired man whose age no one really knew, and whom his students referred to as simply 'Kakashi'.
Although the door was closed, as soon as Sasuke and Kiba neared it they could hear Kakashi's voice. Almost as if he was a psychic came the words, "And I expect Sasuke and Kiba to be joining us shortly."
The two brunettes exchanged incredulous and somewhat ticked-off glances and entered the room. Kakashi gave them a merry wave, and Sasuke could sense he was smirking despite the odd mask covering most of his face.
"Sasuke! Kiba! Nice to see you'll be joining us," Kakashi said. "You're just in time to hear about a new project we're planning that a select few of you will be participating in." Sasuke and Kiba made their way to their seats at the back of the classroom, and Kakashi continued his speech.
"Now, this will be a summer assignment," he began amid choruses of groans. "And I know some of you would rather not spend your summer vacation doing schoolwork, and that most likely only two of you would sign up. That is exactly why I already chose which of you will be participating." Kakashi looked down at his desk for a moment, rummaging around through the stacks of paper to find a clipboard. He mumbled something and then ran his finger down the paper. "Here we go. Sakura, Kiba, Shino, Neji, Sasuke, Ino. You six are going to be spending one month as camp counselors at Camp...Hideaway."
All at once the class erupted. The lucky one who hadn't been chosen were babbling with relief, and then Kakashi was surrounded by four faces in various states of distress.
"I'm not going to some stupid camp, Kakashi-sensei!" Kiba protested loudly, looking irritated.
"Why do I have to go?" Sakura asked in disappointment. "I mean, I had my summer planned out and everything..."
Kakashi turned to each of his students in turn as they spoke. The next person to attract his attention was Sasuke, who just deadpanned, "No way in hell am I counseling."
"Language, Sasuke," Kakashi reprimanded lightly, turning to Neji to hear his complaint.
"I just don't want to go," Neji offered plainly, shrugging.
Kakashi sighed, rolling his eyes. "Why can't you all be more docile? Do you have to complain so much about everything?"
"Yes," Sasuke answered defiantly. "And besides, we don't even have permission–"
"Thought of that already," Kakashi contradicted, holding up a handful of papers he'd just pulled out of nowhere. On one blue sheet Sasuke could make out his brother's name under the guardian's signature. "You'll be leaving tomorrow, because the last two days were just for goodbyes anyway. Be here at eight tomorrow, and no later!"
"You've got to be kidding me," Sakura said, dumbfounded as their teacher retreated behind his desk. "What...ugh!" She threw up her hands in exasperation and went back to her seat. Kiba scowled, but went back to his desk. Neji had already gone back to his seat while Kakashi had been waving the papers around, Shino hadn't gotten up to begin with, and Ino was drawing on her desktop. That left Sasuke still in the front of the room, trying for information.
"So where is the damn camp anyway?" Sasuke asked moodily, frowning. "I mean, if it's going to ruin my summer I should know where it is, right?"
Kakashi gave him another mild look that clearly said, 'Language, Sasuke.' "It's on an island. And that's all you need to know."
"I hate islands," Sasuke muttered as he stormed back to his seat. As he sat down, Kiba was already bemoaning his fate.
"We'll be spending half our summer with annoying little kids! I hate children! And what am I supposed to do for entertainment? We're going to be stranded!"
"It's on an island," Sasuke told him sullenly. He really did hate islands. They were stupid and impractical and he'd been stranded on an island once for almost two days during his vacation and it had sucked.
"That's not that bad, Sasuke," Kiba replied. "I mean, at least there'll be a beach. But what if I get stuck with a bunch of girls? That'll be even worse than being with stupid little boys!"
"As in, we'll have to take a boat to get there." Sasuke put his two cents in, letting his head fall to his desk. "And I hate boats."
"You know, Sasuke, you have problems with just about everything," Kiba said conversationally.
"Including you."
"Oh, how my soul burns."
That sucked...and it was short, too! Gah!
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