Konoha Gakuen: Test Questions...
Introduction: Well, this is my fourth story, but my second KakaSaku fic (my other one, 'Growing Pangs' is still being updated [up to the 40th Chapter now… o-o…]), but this isn't a second attempt on the same circumstances. This fic will be dealing with the same couple, but will be based in the (Japanese) High School setting introduced in the mini-episode of 'Shippu! Konoha Gakuen Den', where Kakashi is a high school teacher and Sakura is a high school student.
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And a note to any 'Growing Pangs' readers, keep an eye out for any 'GP' references or parallels (which I put in here to pay respect to my original work)
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But enough of all this… please enjoy the story! ^_^
Disclaimer: I own nothing!!
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Question 1:
'What is situational irony?'
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I stared out of the window, the courtyard of the school below seemed too far away.
I slumped over my desk a little, the morning sun caught my pink hair.
School really shouldn't start this early. How can they expect us to learn anything when we're still asleep?
"Come on, just give him the note already!" I heard Ino's voice order with an excited whisper over to Hinata, who was blushing furiously behind a single piece of folded paper, shaking her head nervously.
"If you don't want to then I'll pass it to him now." Ino leaned over to Hinata, who was sitting in to desk to her right, reaching for the piece of paper. I watched from Ino's left as the lavender-eyed girl quickly ducked the paper out of Ino's reach. She peeked out of the corner of her eye towards the 'him' of this conversation, Uzumaki Naruto.
He was leaning back in his chair, his feet on his desk, his book flat on his face. Anybody could hear his snoring.
He was the new transfer-student who's recently made a big splash in our usually peaceful high school.
He's the first student to break so many of our school's strict rules in such a short time.
First it was all of his shouting and yelling about wanting to become the greatest souban in Japan, then he started to pick fights with anyone who seemed tough enough to take it… including Tenten… and now he's even going after Uchiha-kun.
… he was really kind of annoying…
But for whatever reason, Hinata seemed to really like him.
She must've seen something we didn't or something…
"Why don't you hand it to him after schools over, in the shoe-locker room?" I talked passed Ino to Hinata, leaning out of my seat a little.
"…Um…okay." She nodded slowly, smiling a little.
"Aw, but I wanted to see what was going to happen." Ino pouted to herself. "Nothing ever happens in this place…. And no matter how much I flirt with Sasuke-kun, he always ditches me to go hang out with Orochimaruko and Kabuko…" She whined quietly as she slumped back in her chair, looking to the front of the classroom, visibly dejected.
I smiled a little apologetically at her… it must've been tough for her that the one guy she liked would rather spend time with the rumored transvestites than with her…
"What about you Sakura? Is there anyone you like?" Her mood suddenly improved with the hope of more gossip.
My smile faltered…
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… I didn't have anyone I liked… not anymore.
I used to like Sasuke-kun, but… things didn't really go well after middle school graduation.
"Well, I-" I was interrupted from finishing my boring answer…
"Yamanaka-san. Haruno." A casual, adult voice called our names with only a trace of firmness.
Both Ino and I whipped our heads toward the source of the voice.
Our homeroom and History teacher, Hatake Kakashi-sensei.
He lowered his textbook from his masked face as he stopped his chalk mid-stroke.
I got a sudden shiver for a moment.
I didn't know if it was the way he said my last name… or if it was the fact that when I turned to him, my eyes met his… whatever it was, I definitely knew he was the reason why my heart was beating a little weirdly.
"Sorry, Kakashi-sensei."
"I'm sorry, Hatake-sensei." We both apologized half-heartedly at the same time. He lowered his book completely, like he still wasn't going to resume his lecture.
I was probably the only one that called him that.
…'Hatake-sensei'…
He would always tell us to call him by his first name. Back when he used to teach at our middle school he told us that our class would have to get used to him since he'd be transferring over to the high school section of Konoha Gakuen the same year we'd enter our second year of high school, and so he let our class call him 'Kakashi-sensei'… but somewhere along the line I –
His voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Is there any gossip I'm missing out on?" His voice suddenly sounded completely playful and casual.
I looked back to his face, or what I could see of it, he was smiling his usual charming, carefree smile that he always used when he was joking around with us.
The others laughed. Ino rolled her eyes. But I couldn't really react when I found myself staring at him for a moment too long.
He was always that kind of teacher.
He could be serious, and a little scary, at least when we were too loud or if our test scores went down, but he could also be fun sometimes.
"Ne, sensei!" I heard the voice of the girl who sat behind me call out to him perkily just as he was about to continue writing on the board. "Are you gonna be going to the conference after school?" She asked the entire question using that high-pitched voice.
I heard a sudden flutter of giggles erupt from the girls who sat around her.
What's going on?
I looked up to the front of the class. He was looking at the girls behind me, but, just for a moment… it was like he was looking at me.
My heart thuded strangely again…
I suddenly saw his expression falter a little.
And even though he was wearing that same old mask, I knew his smile wasn't real anymore… After all these years it was normal that it would be easier to tell when he was faking a smile…. Right?
… At least I think that was normal.
"Uh, yes." He responded after a long moment, his voice barely audible over the talking in the classroom and chorus of girls either giggling or whispering, which had just gotten so much louder after he said those 1 ½ words.
Hatake-sensei was always really popular in middle school, but now, in high school,… he was popular for different reasons.
Reasons we didn't even think about when we were younger.
Ever since the girls in my class discovered boys weren't only cooty-infested trouble-makers Hatake-sensei has become one of their biggest interests… so it wasn't new to hear giggling from the group that sat behind me whenever one of them talked to Hatake-sensei… but they seemed especially energetic today.
"He's so hot." I didn't catch who said that, but it was an almost painfully appropriate way to prove my thoughts right.
"Alright, alright everyone." He spoke up immediately, trying to calm everyone down and break up the little conversations that had spread across the class.
A part of me wondered whether he heard what these girls were giggling about. They were pretty loud.
I looked up to his face again.
He definitely looked a little bothered. He must not have liked that sort of attention from his students…
I looked back down to the textbook on my desk, not really reading… I just scanned the page absent-mindedly, listening to him...
I didn't really notice till the end of the hour that I couldn't remember any of his words.
Only his voice.
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… I was probably gonna fail the next test.
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The day moved on sluggishly. Even lunch seemed a little slow, that was until I overheard an interesting conversation that would change my high school life whether I wanted it changed or not.
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"So are you gonna wait till everyone else is gone, then give it to him?" Ino was beating the dead gossip-horse of Hinata's confession letter once again as we ate.
Ino must really be bored with the lack of romantic drama at this school.
"You going to the conference?"
A familiar, faceless, high-pitched voice squeaked from across the classroom with a gossipy tone.
"Eh, why?" A clueless voice answered the first question with another.
I found myself waiting for the answer, too.
This sounded kind of interesting.
I had wondered why everybody was making a big deal about this 'conference' thing… well, only a select group of girls were making it a big deal, but it was still a little intriguing.
The squeaky voice started up again, I didn't notice how quiet my own table had gotten.
"Well, I heard from the upperclassmen that since this is the first meeting of the year, all of the teachers have to attend…" She was building up to something…
"And they have to dress formally." She finished with an epic drop in her voice.
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I was still lost.
And so was the owner of the clueless voice. "That's it?…" She asked, voicing my own thoughts.
It didn't take a second till the first voice was already talking again.
"If Kakashi-sensei has to dress formally…" She edged slowly. "…then that mask has to come off, too."
Then it clicked.
Why the girls were extra giggly, why they asked Hatake-sensei if he was going to the meeting, and why most of them had opted out of their after-school cleaning duty.
"…I'm going with you guys!" The clueless voice had converted to the giggly side.
I turned back to my table, Ino already had that dangerous glint in her eye.
She had heard, too.
I immediately felt like changing to the subject, but it was too late.
"So that's what everybody is so excited about." She graded, eyeing the giggling band of girls who always ate around the front row of the classroom (near the teacher's desk)…
"I guess so." I acted more blasé than I actually felt.
She set down her chopsticks with a determined look.
"I think we should go, too."
There was no matter of 'I think'… when Ino was set on something like this, there wasn't any going back.
But I really couldn't go. I had cleaning duty, and so did Ino, but I bit the inside of my cheek, and decided to let her have her fun till she figured out the schedule-collision.
"Wh-Why?" Hinata always got a little stutter-y when Ino acted like this. "Do you li-like Kakashi-sensei, too?"
My stomach jumped a little.
I didn't know if it was the surprise that Hinata would ask that question, or the idea of Ino liking Hatake-sensei… or something else.
"Pfft, of course not." She immediately shot down Hinata's question without much tact. "But pretty guys are pretty guys… and I heard that sensei is actually really handsome."
The knot in my stomach tightened further.
Again, I had no idea why.
I knew about these rumors, I had heard them all the time… but it was the way she was talking about Hatake-sensei… something about this bugged me…
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"Sakura!"
I turned around quickly, careful not to drop the dustpan I just picked up with shock.
I saw Ino and Hinata waiting by the sliding door as my other classmates noisily filed out of the room.
It had only been a few seconds since the bell rung and everybody was already leaving.
And when I saw Ino's face, I already knew I was gonna be the only one left behind to do the cleaning.
She was gonna go to that conference, drag everyone she could lay her hands on with her, and they would all gawk at an unmasked Hatake-sensei while I was here… picking up trash and sweeping.
"What?" I called back to her as I walked over, pretending like I didn't know what she was planning.
"Come with us!" She was already half-out the door, other girls tugging at her, needing her haughty leadership for morale.
"You're going, too?" I asked over to Hinata, who seemed rather displaced from the frenzy of hormone-ridden girls.
"No, I'm going to the shoe-lockers… See you guys tomorrow." She trailed off quietly.
Her hand tightened around a little pink envelope.
"Good luck." I said lastly before she started walking her own way, stumbling a little.
I almost smiled for her, until Ino's voice came back.
"Come on!" She waved for me.
"Sorry, but I'm on cleaning duty." My apology definitely didn't sound anything like one. "And you are too." I reminded her pointedly.
"Just forget about it for today!" She was out of the door now.
"If I don't do it, then you all will get in trouble." I offered the logic of this situation, feeling like I was talking to middle-schoolers.
She only took a moment before giving up entirely too easily.
"Then I'll tell you everything tomorrow!" She yelled as she was suddenly being swept away down the hall by the wave of giggly girls who were all pink-cheeked and bright-faced.
The 'wave' passed as they all started down the stairs, their excited chattering echoing away quietly.
I walked back into the classroom.
Tell me 'everything'?
It's a man's face… not a festival.
I thought to myself sarcastically as I noticed that I was suddenly left completely alone, the classroom quiet and still dirty.
But still… a part of me really wanted to go with them.I had always kind of wanted to know what Hatake-sensei looked like.
But he always wore that mask.
It was a little strange… Well, probably more than 'a little strange', but after you get used to seeing him every day for years with a mask on. It's not hard to forget about it.
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For years people have kept saying that he had to wear it because of the same sickness that made his hair turn silver. But I never found out if that was true or not.
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I pulled at the hair-ribbon on my head, loosening it. I really didn't want it sliding or falling off while cleaning. I put it on the desk.
I picked up a rag and dragged it along the chalkboard tray, wiping the excess chalk-powder.
He must have some sort of reason for wearing that mask. It can't be comfortable, and it definitely couldn't help when he's giving lectures or when he has to talk for a long time.
I wonder what it must feel like for him.
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I wish I could've seen his face…
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He must be really handsome.
There was suddenly a little cloud of white puffing from the ground. I was so preoccupied with my thoughts I hadn't realized that I had reached the end of the chalkboard tray, and had just pushed the months worth of chalk-powder to the floor.
"Great." I applauded myself for successfully adding several more minutes to my lonesome cleaning time before getting the spray bottle and paper towels.
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Maybe I can go and see Hatake-sensei next year…
He finally managed to escape.
And not a moment too soon, either.
He had been barely out of the door when he saw the stampede of his more flippant female students piling into the lecture hall just as he was leaving.
He had barely been able to shake off Anko-san, who kept bothering him about taking off his mask… after that, he didn't really want to know what those girls were going to say the next day in class if he had let them see him maskless.
He sighed as he turn the corner, climbing the stairs hurriedly, pulling at his dress jacket a little.
So much drama for a Monday…
He couldn't remember when this all started.
When the girls in his class grew up and started looking at him with those eyes… those eyes!
His brows furrowed seriously.
The eyes a young girl gets every time she develops some sort of ill-placed fascination/obsession with him. Like their undressing him… or at least unmasking him.
He could deal with it before… but now that he was dealing with high-schoolers. They're a lot harder to avoid, and they know when you talk down to them.
He didn't know if the mask made it better or worse.
Did they like the mystery more, or his face?
It doesn't matter… I just need to deal with them as civilly as possible…
Even if that means I have to run away.
He reached the second floor hallway, he walked quickly through the abandoned hall.
He pulled at his jacket some more.
He really didn't like formal clothes, even if everyone always said he looked good in them, he didn't like wearing them.
His pace picked up when he saw the door he had been looking for. His homeroom.
He was pretty sure his plan worked.
He had set up a few of the more obsessive girls as well as Ino in the cleaning crew today, knowing she'd probably lead all of the other, more behaved, helpers with her to the conference... leaving the classroom empty.
While he was leaving the lecture hall, he saw Ino walking in, at the head of the front.
I just need to get changed and go home…
He began tugging off the jacket before opening the door.
I continued to wipe up the pesky powder that never seemed to stick to the rag, it would only move around and bunch up into little hills.
It was to the point that I was on my knees spraying chemicals on the powder just to wet it and get it to stick to the rag.
That finally started to do the trick.
I smiled at the pile of chalk with a champion's grin, proud of myself… till I heard the door slide open loudly followed by a quick thwack when it closed again.
I jumped a little. I hadn't seen anyone coming.
I was behind the teacher's desk, kneeling down… I couldn't see who it was.
For a moment I thought it was Ino or somebody else from the cleaning crew who had suddenly grown a guilty conscious and came back to help me.
But the way the door-opener didn't call out for me, or even walk around looking for me, made me double-think about who it might've been.
I heard loud footsteps, not loud because they were angry… but they were heavier than a girl's, more widely spaced like whoever it was had longer legs. It sounded like an adult's footsteps.
My mind flipped through the list of adults that would be walking in here.
My stomach curled over and froze, along with the rest of my body, when I didn't need to think about who it could've been as a dress jacket suddenly landed on the top of the desk I was knelt behind.
Hatake-sensei…
I sat there for a moment.
What do I do?
He doesn't know I'm here, does he?
Should I just stand up?
Should I say something?
That's a little awkward.
I found myself creeping over to the edge of the desk peeking over the top slowly… just to check that I wasn't jumping to conclusions. After all, all the teachers had to dress up formally… it might not have been Hatake-sensei.
As my eyes rose above the desktop, they landed on the only other person in the room.
It was him.
He was on the other side of the desk but closer to the door, facing the chalkboard…. He didn't even see me.
He was completely distracted by something else.
His tie was already loosened and hanging over his shoulders as a single line of fabric.
My eyes landed on his fast-moving hands… which were hurriedly undoing the buttons of his dress shirt.
My stomach did another cartwheel.
Why is he undressing?!!!
I was in complete shock, unable to look away…
I could feel my face heat up a little as he turned towards my direction absentmindedly, undoing the last few buttons. The fabric hung loose over his surprisingly detailed muscles.
Why am I here?!
Why can't I say anything?!
Why am I so nervous?!
I could see his chest now. I blinked.
He slipped the shirt over his bare shoulders quickly.
I should really do something.
I tried telling myself.
He leaned over to the desk for a moment, rummaging through his clothes, I guessed.
I couldn't really look away from his chest.
But I was harshly reminded of the urgency of this situation when I saw his hands fall past his chest, closing around the buckle of his belt, his fingers causing the metal to clink a little as he started unbuckling.
And in a mere moment, I was no longer sitting behind the desk, out of view… but was standing completely straight.
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His hands stopped undoing his belt.
His eyes found mine.
I couldn't think.
I should say something.
Anything.
"Haruno?…"
His voice found my ears…
Despite my slow reaction skills, I still noticed something different about his voice.
It wasn't muffled.
My eyes searched for his mask… it was hanging limply from one of his ears.
My eyes found his face, his nose, his lips.
This time both my heart and stomach jumped.
This was too much.
"What are yo-" I cut his strangely smooth voice off.
I immediately squeezed my eyes closed and bowed deeply, feeling my face fire up.
"Excuseme!" I made one word out of two and quickly started to pick up my feet, grabbing a little frantically at my bag.
I was already on the other side of the desk before I opened my eyes again, but I could only look at my feet as I almost ran out of the classroom, opening and closing the door as quickly as humanly possible.
I broke into a run, going down the hallway as quickly as I could before I grabbed onto the corner to the stairs and hid behind the wall, stopping altogether to catch my breath.
I tried to calm down.
I tried to slow my heart, to unknot my stomach, but nothing worked.
Every time I tried to think I could only see him.
His chest.
His face.
I had only focused on his features for a moment… I could barely remember anything.
But I saw him.
He saw me.
And I blushed!!!!
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Well… that was….
… unexpected…
I had thought no one would be here.
And yet, she was here, taking responsibility for the others… and I….
I….
He was somewhat at loss as he slowly started to button his shirt, having already changed pants.
She seemed completely… embarrassed.
And I was the one who was half-naked.
At that thought he could feel something like embarrassment threaten him.
He cleared his throat and shut his eyes.
I should probably apologize to her.
For… something.
He couldn't really think of anything to apologize for… what had happened was only a mistake. Though, of course, he shouldn't have been undressing in the classroom like that… then again, it's not as if he thought or planned on any of his students being with him when he did…
… But… as an adult, he should at least say something to ease her embarrassment…
That's if she doesn't avoid me.
Besides, it would be difficult to talk with her privately for a moment without furthering her awkwardness.
He pointed that out to himself a little wryly.
He picked up his dress suit, folding the pants and shirt.
He picked up the jacket, about to place it with the rest of his things, until a slender piece of peach fabric slipped out.
A hair ribbon.
He immediately recognized it.
Perfect...
He thanked whatever power offered this instantaneous excuse to see her again, to apologize.
He hurriedly slipped on his shoes and nearly jogged out of the classroom, the ribbon in hand.
After I calmed down -or at least as much as I could under the recent circumstances- I made my way to the entrance of the school, ready to go home and forget what just happened.
I mean, it wasn't horrible…
… seeing Hatake-sensei like that…
… really, it wasn't…
But the way it happened, the way I was just snooping, the way I ran out of there blushing and flustered as if I was one of the other giggly fangirl-students.
That was embarrassing.
I tightened my clutch on my bag tensely as I walked into the shoe-locker room, descending the step towards the cubbies of shoes.
I was about to kick off my slippers with probably more force than was necessary until I heard a small voice.
"Sakura?"
Hinata was waiting by the entrance, the pink envelope tight in her hands, a little wrinkled.
Her light lavender eyes didn't seem at all as determined as before.
She was probably having second thoughts already.
"Hinata." I called back to her, forgetting my shoes and going up to her. "You haven't given him the note, yet?" I asked unnecessarily…
"H-he hasn't come by." She explained, eyeing the opposite entryway nervously, as if the yellow-haired boy was about to walk through it at any moment.
"Do you still want to give him the note?" I double-checked, not paying much attention to the entryway, myself.
She nodded slowly.
"But… I'm just… I don't know what I'd do if he…" She trailed off.
She must've been really anxious about this.
I took a deep breath, trying to lose all the frustration and awkwardness I had housed only a few minutes ago.
Right now, Hinata needed help… this wasn't about me.
"Hinata…" I started kindly. "I doubt he'll really understand what your note will mean when you give it to him." I put it bluntly. She cringed a little. "But that doesn't mean you shouldn't try." I added.
Courage seemed to flow back into her eyes for a moment.
But she still needed another push.
I took another deep breath. Holding my bag a little too securely.
"Sure, Ino and I don't think much of him, and we also say that you can probably do a lot better…" I ranted a little, I stopped myself from going too far and crushing her confidence. "But… it doesn't matter what we think, what we say, or how nervous you are. As long as you really have these feelings for him... then you can't give up." These words weren't planned… I had no idea I was going to say them till the moment before I did.
This was really what I believed… but it's not like I had much experience in romantic relationships…
I tried to wash my mind of that before offering my last piece of advice.
"Giving up before you even try is worse than anything." I finished… my heart feeling a little heavy.
But Hinata's seemed a bit lighter.
"Really?"She asked me as if she was making sure I wasn't joking around.
She held the envelope closer to herself.
"Well… that's what I believe, at least." I assured her the best I could, feeling a little inadequate of a love-adviser… but happy to see her smile again.
He peeked around the corner or the staircase silently, a peach ribbon curled around his hand.
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He knew he should've known better than to eavesdrop on two of his students… especially on one who had just recently had a very awkward moment with him.
But when he heard the subject, he knew he couldn't just go barging into their young and delicate love lives.
So he waited... and couldn't help but hear…
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"Giving up before you even try is worse than anything."
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Listening to Haruno… he learned something about her he never knew before.
… She definitely had a talent for expression and, though he didn't suspect it before, she had a passionate spirit… but it were her words that struck him.
He was almost sure she was reciting a poet or novelist… but those were actually her own…
He couldn't really believe it at first…
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…That was a sort of wisdom that millions of adults would've begged for in their younger days…
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If they had known and believed in what she just said… a lot of empty lives would've been filled.
His brow creased a little at the thought.
He tried not to think too deeply of his own past… especially when he suddenly noticed a change in the girls' tone.
"Here he comes!" She suddenly whispered urgently to me.
I guess her shifty eye movements came in handy, cause I was completely caught off guard by his sudden entrance.
I quickly spun around the opposite entrance way, hiding behind the wall, by the darker spot of the stairs.
I couldn't really leave since I actually had to change my shoes and leave after all this was done, but I definitely couldn't be visibly present when she hands him that letter. i just needed to hide for a few minutes...
But in only a matter of seconds, she pulled it off.
That Naruto boy had only given her a second glance before he was about to leave, his bag over his shoulder, acting cool.... But she went up, bowed hurriedly, and handed him the letter with two oustretched arms.
He took it, looked at it for a few seconds.
Then, to my surprise, I think he actually understood what she was doing.
He took a moment, huffed a little... then....
"Do you wanna walk with me?" He asked ineloquently, but none-the-less as kindly as I had ever heard him say anything.
"Uh-uh…" She stuttered, turning bright beet-red.
Say it!
I willed with my thoughts, hoping she wouldn't faint or run away.
"Yes! Thank you!" She finally answered loudly, visibly nervous and flustered… but completely happy.
She quickly scrambled to her shoes, slipped them on and ran to him.
She glanced over her shoulder for a moment, probably trying to say 'bye' to me in an indiscreet way…
....and then they were gone.
Off to go start their own memories together.
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I let go of a deep breath I didn't know I had been holding. I loosened my grip on my bag, feeling a little relieved for some reason. I was about to take another step before I heard a voice.
One that was so completely familiar not only because of its deep and casual tone, but for its muffled quality.
"What an unexpected pair…" His tone seemed to grade the potential couple that just left.
"Eh?…" I turned around quickly, not really reacting to what he said, but more to the fact that he was here… had been here…
His voice interrupted any of my thoughts as he walked out to where I could see him.
"What you told her…" He took a few more steps toward me, I noticed the fact that he was changed into his casual clothes again.
…So that's why he was undressing…
Unwittingly, that realization brought back the blurry memory of the bare-chested, unmasked version of the man standing in front of me.
I tried my best to control the heat filling my face.
I had to say something.
I had to apologize…
"Hatake-sensei…" I started.
"It was true." The tone of his voice was suddenly really serious and hushed.
My attentionfinally translated from myself to him.
I couldn't really piece together what he just said. I missed it… he just said something important and I missed it because I was too busy thinking about seeing him undress…
I cringed at the way that sounded in my head.
I looked back up to his face… even though his mask was on again I could kind of remember what he had looked like…
But before I could organize my thoughts, I saw a flash of peach reach out towards me.
He was holding out my ribbon.
The hair ribbon I left in the classroom.
"You forgot this…" He offered it smoothly.
I looked at it for a silent moment.
"Uh-thank you, Hatake-sensei." I finally thanked him.
I hurriedly grabbed it from his hand, not wanting to seem rude by having him hold it for any moment longer.
His fingers grazed the inside of my palm.
Electricity seemed to invigorate the nerve-endings in my hand.
…That was new….
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Completely confused, and unable to really think, I turned around… about ready to go to my shoe-cubby, grab my shoes and leave.
But his voice stopped me before I was more than a single step away.
I wondered why I actually felt happy that he stopped me from walking away for a moment...
"Sakura."
The common reflex of hearing one's name and having to turn around forced me to look him in the eyes, but it was the very recently acquired reflex of hearing him say my name that made my heart pound.
And hearing him call my first name was definitely a lot different than before…
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His obsidian eyes didn't move from mine as he slipped down his mask a few inches.
"It's Kakashi…"
I actually saw his lips move when he said that... I heard his voice as soft as it really was...
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He smiled a smile I hadn't seen him give anyone else before.
And so I couldn't control my own idiotic smile when I saw it.
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I didn't know why… but I felt like this was important.
Like I would never forget this.
I wondered why.
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Kakashi…
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The updates for this one won't be very regular (since I have 3 other stories I'm trying to update), so I'll be updating this one only whenever I have extra free time (which might only be once in a while)… but this definitely isn't the end.
There's so much fun to be had in this universe.
:D
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