A/N: I've always thought about the magic about the Masquerade and I thought I would just write one about it. Review and let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: Naruto and all related characters does not belong to me.
Chapter 1 - The Agony
Iruka stood outside the Hokage's office, wondering if he should actually go in. Who knows, maybe the Hokage may find it a joke instead and laugh at him for not being able to take care of himself. But if he doesn't find some form of solution, he wasn't sure how long he could last out.
He sighed exasperatedly as he recalled the events for the past few days.
Flashback
Day1
Iruka stepped into his classroom in shock. There on his table was overflowed with flowers, chocolates, gifts, cards and notes. He did a mental check. 'It's not Valentine's yet. Neither is it Christmas or any other festivals. So what they hell are all these for?'
He gingerly reached for a card on top of a box of chocolate and opened it. It read 'Dear Iruka, I would love it very much if you could be my date for the Masquerade Ball.' Iruka snapped the card close in shock as it dawned on him. The once a year Masquerade Ball was coming up and it was one big party of the year that all shinobis look forward to. There's free booze, food, games, music and the ultimate time for them to relax. 'Are all these cards and notes and gifts meant to ask for me to be their date?'
He gulped and reached out for another card. It was phrase differently. But the content was more or less the same. Then he noted something more interesting in this card. Below, it was signed off as…… Genma. Iruka gulped again.
Iruka stumbled towards the mission room, tired to the bones after having to teach a bunch of pre genins for half the day. The classroom had been in a chaos when the kids had seen the chocolates, and Iruka had only been glad enough to give it to them. At least, it helps to clear the pile of mess on his table.
Iruka sighed and slid the mission room's door open. He was barely two steps into the room when he paused and gaped.
There on his table, was the same pile of mess that had been left on his classroom table that morning. He felt a sense of foreboding as he looked at the various notes and cards sticking out from under the gifts and flowers.
"Na, Iruka, you are pretty popular, aren't you?" He heard Kotetsu smirked. But he was too drained to even glare at him.
"What the hell is this?" He managed to gasp out as he turned to look at Kotetsu. The other man shrugged.
"When I came in, there was already a pile there. And then, there were more people coming in to add on to the pile."
Iruka felt his head spinning. "Kotetsu, I'm feeling pretty sick. I'm going to take the day off." With that, he stumbled out of the room. Kotetsu watched in surprise and amusement as his friend walked away.
'What's with him? It's only a bunch of gifts.'
Day 2
Iruka worked intently at the mission room, cursing under his breath about unstable jounins and chunins who had been affected by their craziness. That morning while teaching, Anko had popped into his room and groped him openly in front of his students. He had blushed and shouted at Anko to get the hell out of his class. Anko had only grinned and left him an invitation to the ball before she disappeared.
Thinking that was the end, he continued with his teaching after calming himself down. But then some other chunins and jounins had appeared with the same invitation that he was practically drained just trying to get them to stop disrupting the class. In the end, he had to place a restriction jutsu at the doors and windows to prevent anyone else from entering.
And now, in the mission room, Iruka tried to focus on the mission scroll in front of him as jounins and chunins stood around the room. Some of them looked at him longingly while others lewdly. Iruka mentally let out a frustrated sigh before he looked up at the group.
"If you have submitted your mission report, can you just leave the room? You are bothering with our work and the others can't come in and submit their reports because it's so cramped with all of you crowding here." Iruka gritted his teeth as he tried to keep his temper.
"Na, Iruka. Come to the ball with me? I'm sure I can make you happy and satisfied." Genma sauntered up to him and sat on his desk.
"No, Iruka is coming with me." Someone piped from the back of the room. .
"You are all wrong. For someone as youthful and beautiful as Iruka, the only person who can bring him to the youthful ball with the sense of love is the Konoha Noble Green Beast." Iruka groaned at the speech. He knew full well who it was.
"What makes you think he will go with you? He's coming with me." Another voice. And then, the room was suddenly covered with debating voices, some female, and some males. Screeching, shouting, screaming and even the occasional punching. Iruka felt as if he was in the worst nightmare ever.
A vein twitched.
"GET OUT!"
End of flashback