Okay, im sorry the up date took longer than i planned. I lost what i typed over the last week and was freaking out so i did the best i could. And the winner of my contest was

-ForsakenKalika

Thankyou for the entry, it actually helped me alot and went along well with what was happening later in the chapter, and what are the chances of the same color, same type of car? Anyway and thankyou to the other entries as well.

I totally took the title for this from Adam Lamberts new song, Whataya Want From Me.

So please enjoy this chapter, and please comment!

When Sakura got home later that night, she was greeted by the soothing warmth of the electric heater in her living room. The wind outside had really picked up since this morning and Sakura now regretted leaving the small two bedroom apartment with out a coat. She smiled as she heard her aunt yelling at her know-it all cousin, Shizune. Hard to believe that they are even mother and daughter… they were just polar opposites. Setting her books on the kitchen table, she meandered to the fridge opened it up and pulled out a small red apple, McIntosh or something. Kicking the door shut with her foot, she slowly walked into her aunt's bedroom to find Shizune crying into said aunt's shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Sakura bit into her apple, brow furrowed as she leaned against the dark wood frame. Figures someone did something wrong in the life of Shizune.

"Nothing, we'll talk about it later." Tsunade signaled the pink haired girl out of her room with a hand gesture.

"'Kay." Turning around, Sakura sauntered down the hall and into her bedroom, the one she shared with her older cousin. The room was small, but cozy; with a dark mahogany colored door, dark lime green walls and one small window. She hopped onto the one of the small feather beds, hers, with a relaxing sigh, and stared up at the ceiling. Wow was today weird… let's just hope tomorrow goes better….

Looking at the alarm clock sitting on the table between the beds, she moaned as she read eight-thirty one…eight? What? She sat up and looked at it again…oh three-thirty one, damn dyslexia. Lying back down, she rested her arm over her eyes thinking of her new teacher. What was up with the eye patch? And the limp…was he in the army? Or something, there was defiantly a story behind that and she was going to find out. But some other day… She yawned. That would be too much effort at the moment… she smiled slyly as she succumbed to sleep.

The next day started like the first, except for the being knocked over part…thank god. Sakura had met Naruto and Sasuke at the top of the steps, ( with a coat this time ) and they had walked to class together, they were the only people she considered friends at the moment, even if she had just met them, they had welcomed her in.

Naruto had forgotten to do his homework, along with Sasuke who had only gotten about half of it done. They kept complaining how lucky Sakura was, only having to do half a page but in all actuality hers was harder, but she wasn't going to complain it was a lot better than six hand written pages. She smiled as she heard more people moan at what the black board said,

1.)Get out writing notebook.

2.)Hand forward last nights homework.

Any one without their homework done will have detention! No exceptions.

Sure he wasn't a complete loonytoon, but he was defiantly riding the thin line between somewhat sane and nutcase. She just hoped he kept riding that line, who knows what, could happen if he fell off?

Sakura was brought out of her thoughts by a deep baritone voice saying her name, a very familiar baritone voice.

"Miss Haruno, welcome back to our world, now will you please turn around and hand forward your row's papers?" Mr. Hatake was leaning on his desk, looking forward with a smile in his eye. He found humor out of her embarrassment, now isn't that nice?

Smiling deviously at him, she reached back and grabbed the small stack of papers and piled them neatly on the front of her desk. "I passed them as far forward as I can, and your rules are no standing up in class, so come and get them if you want them." She crossed her arms at his shocked facial expression, and she really didn't want to misbehave but she was angry inside and needed to take it out somehow. So why not take it out on him, he would probably take it the best.

She defiantly wasn't stupid, and she had a point he had never said bring them up to his desk, why the hell was she always right?! "This is the only time next time I expect you to bring them up to me." He scowled at her as he walked to her desk and picked up the pile, her half page introduction sitting on top of the stack. OH was this going to be good.

"Yes sir." She sighed, well that wasn't any fun she didn't even get detention or anything. "But what if there isn't a next time?" she pulled a pencil out of her forest green shoulder bag.

"I…"he looked down to the stack of papers for an answer…but they didn't reply, "We'll see what happens when we get there now wont we?" He tossed the papers onto his desk before lifting himself onto it to face the class. "Today we will be writing haiku's; can someone who actually paid attentions yesterday tell me what that is? Anyone?" He watched as Sakura glanced around the room, seeing as no one else was answering she raised her hand slowly. "Yes, Sakura?"

"A haiku is a seventeen syllable poem, with three lines, five syllables for lines one and three, seven syllables for line two, and it generally and almost usually describes nature and emotion in the same." Her face flared a dark red color as some students in the back scoffed at her, whispering a few teacher's pets here and there along with some know-it-all(s). Kakashi watched as she slinked down further in her chair at an attempt to hide herself, she really was smart.

"Very good, that's quite an impressive description seeing as we only discussed the different types, not what they were." He smiled at her, showing his clean white teeth. A very heart-warming smile in Sakura's eye's. "As for the rest of you, seeing as how you all didn't know that, I tauight it last year for three months" he mumbled that last part under his breath "are to right out six haiku's and hand them in. she gave you the description now lets see who paid attention." His replies were many moans and groans and some malign comment toward himself and Sakura. He brushed them off as he sauntered up to Sakura's desk and crouched much like he had the day before.

"Yes?" she whispered quietly as he eyed her suspiciously. Was she in trouble? The panic started rising in her. Yes she wanted detention but did it have to be so scary?

"I want to talk to you out in the hall…you're acting strange." He whispered back at her, as she sat up straight at the last comment. Typically he could get a feel for a students personality in a couple periods, he had picked hers up a little slower, but still picked enough up to know that something was on her mind and upsetting her.

"Ok." She set her pencil down, and stood up from the desk. She patted down the white shirt she was wearing; it had rode up some and was quite uncomfortable. Following him into the large hallway that she had first met him in yesterday, she trembled with excitement. This was so awkward, she really didn't want to talk about it and she guessed he could probably see that.

"Is something bothering you Sakura?" He shut the door with a click, and turned to her hands shoved deep in his pockets. When she flinched at his words he knew whatever it was, was probably going to make him regret asking.

"Ye-No, Nothing at all." She avoided eye contact afraid that he would see right through her, and as if he read her mind he spoke up,

"Yes there is. You keep shifting your gaze, which means your nervous, but your not blushing like you usually do, so that either means I'm right or I make you nervous or both."

That was and understatement, made her nervous? If it wasn't for her great self control she would be passed out on the floor, or in his arms…and her family problems weren't the greatest either. "Uh, both." It was almost a whisper, but it was just loud enough for him to hear it.

"Ok, why do I make you nervous?" He pulled his hands out of his pockets and crossed them over his chest, leaning against the large doorway. She was fidgeting with her hands in front of her stomach.

"I don't know…you just do?" She fixed her eyes on the grey tile below them. Wow they paid more for the floors than they did for the desks, I mean seriously who's going to fall through the floor it's the desks they should worry about.

"All right, now do you mind telling me what else is bothering you?" He rested his hand on her shoulder in a caring way trying to comfort her.

"My, my cousin, well she's more like a sister because im being raised by my aunt, but anyway, she uh, she's pregnant and she's only eighteen and her boyfriend just left her, he found out, and we don't have the money to raise or support a baby and we don't have the space and it's really bothering me, I mean it shouldn't but it does because , because the women in our family often have a hard time giving birth, that's how my mom died, and I don't want her to die…" She broke out in sobs, "They're the only family I have left and it scares me to death thinking that she could die just because she got pregnant, and it wasn't even her fault! If the Asshole wasn't such a pig… I mean he raped her for god's sake and Ahh" She yelled punching a fist at the stone wall, actually cracking it slightly. God did it feel good to vent some anger.

Her silver haired teacher only watched as she vented and took it out on the wall, better that than him. He winced as the wall cracked under the force of her fist, did she pack one hell of a wallop or what? Resting his hand on her shoulder again as silent tears fell from her cheeks he pulled her into a hug; resting his chin on top of her head he tried to calm her down as she sobbed into his chest wetting his shirt with tears. Poor girl had been through hell…Her mother died, she's dyslexic to an unknown extent, and her cousin was raped and pregnant. Could it get any worse? 'Wait I take that back'

Sakura welcomed the sympathetic hug; at least someone cared what she thought. She tightened her grip around his waist as she began to cry harder, she really didn't want to cry, it just came, and came hard. She also noted how good he smelled, a light musky scent that made her mouth water along with her eyes, why was he so damn appealing?!

It had been a couple minutes since either of them had spoke when Sakura's weeping had finally died down to a few hiccups here and there, Mr. Hatake's grip on her loosened and he placed both hands on her shoulders and looked at her face, "You gonna be ok?"

"Yeah…" She wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her coat. God was he … Man she was so not falling for a man she just met was she?! The question kept playing through her head. Love at first sight didn't exist it just couldn't.

"Good." He smiled at her again, and began walking back into the classroom but not before warning her, "Duck." He swung the door open, and she was planted in the nose, once again with a chalkboard eraser, she fell back only to be caught in the arms of her watchful teacher, Hehehe she could get used to that. 'Wait how had he, he was in front of me…'Sakura thought silently as he helped her to her feet before scolding the culprit,

"Son of a Bitch Neji, get your ass to the fucking Dean's office now before I drag it down there my self, am I understood?!" He pinched the bridge of his nose; his newly formed headache was getting the better of him. Now he knew what she felt like after punching the wall, it felt good to expel some anger.

After Neji had walked out, he received one long whoa from Naruto, "Whoa…Dude you said the F-word in school and the B-word…" Naruto winced as Sasuke slapped him in an attempt to get him to be quiet and not get the same scolding Neji had received.

The glare the silver haired teacher sent his blonde student was enough to scare off a whole hoard of samurais, no joke. It sent chills down Sakura's body, he was very intimidating.

The rest of class went by very slowly, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief as the lunch bell rang. Mr. Hatake followed the same routine as yesterday grabbing a brown bag off of the counter in the teachers' room and walking back into his classroom finding the pinkette sitting in his room yet again writing something in her starred notebook. Just what was in that notebook? He sat down at his desk pulling out a book instead of food. Damn eating habits.

He was sitting at his desk reading, Romeo & Juliet. But the dark red blush on his cheeks told another story. When he released a small groan, Sakura shot up in dismay, thinking it was nothing she ignored it and went back to work. Then though, in a very fast movement he jerked up slamming into the bottom of the desk making a loud banging noise against it, he moaned again. Wait, was he...masturbating in school?

She blushed deeply; this was so wrong and so appealing at the same time! When he groaned again, this one was throatier and desperate her face went red with embarrassment. Oh this was not happening!

When his other hand slowly made its way under his desk; she spoke up trying to not to laugh.

"Mr. Hatake, Do you think reading that in school is appropriate? What if the dean were to walk in?" Sakura rested her chin in her hand. He went stiff, in more than one way she was guessing.

He looked up in shock. What did she...? "Uh what do you mean?" his hand was brought back up

"You're reading something dirty possibly porn, because I know that Romeo& Juliet isn't a very smutty story...and for a literature teacher to be blushing? And stuff,"

"Oh shut up!" He slammed his book down with a snap, a little too forcefully for his liking; His glass of soda fell, drenching his pants and his hard on with sticky liquid. "F-U-C-K ME!!" he jumped up Sakura gasped in surprise seeing he was wet, hard and what he had just screamed, she felt light headed before every thing went black.

She woke up to someone lightly patting her cheek,

"Sakura, are you ok?" Kakashi watched as she slowly opened her eyes. He was so going to pay for that. Just what was he thinking?

"Huh? I, err yes?" She sat up slowly, her head throbbing. She had the strangest feeling it wasn't what she just witnessed that put her on the floor.

"Good. Sorry about that, it wasn't what it looked like I swear," He smiled at her, it melted her heart. How old was he? No, no bad Sakura he your teacher, bad!

"Sure you say that, but can you prove it?" She smiled back as she grabbed his hand and was helped to her feet. His hands were large and cold, but you know what they say cold hands warm hand.

"Yes actually, you see I kind of glued my hand to my pants and was trying to get it unstuck." He showed her the glue on his knee and his bandaged hand.

"But what about…never mind." She blushed.

Soon after the bell rang and the throng of kids returned to the room, Kakashi announced he was reading the most creative intro he received. When Sakura realized it was hers she slumped in the desk trying to hide her self from the world.

"The title of this particular introduction is 'Hates go Hand in Hand'" he swallowed hard.

"There are two things in this world I cannot stand; hospitals and dogs. Not all dogs, simply the slobbering, biting, 'bite-your-face-off' dogs. Life had a cruel sense of irony; it seemed, as this morning, one had put me in the other.

I'll admit, I shouldn't have run, or rather attempted to run. And perhaps, rather than try to climb a fence, I could've gone through the gate to the yard across the street. Hindsight's twenty-twenty, I guess.

It's safe to say, I hate dogs even more now, though that emotion is still nowhere near comparable to the deep loathing I feel for hospitals.

Perhaps it has something to do with having spent most of my childhood in one. Losing one's left eye, and having a shoddy transplant performed subsequent to the injury would do that, I suppose. I can still recall the furrowed brow of my makeshift surgeon, and the feeling that I should have just slept in that day.

The smell of antiseptic as the nurse cleans the deep lacerations on my back makes me nauseous. I find myself wondering how she can be so composed, knowing I lost a kidney to a pit bull. The brunette woman smiles demurely, and pats my hand in what I'm sure is supposed to be compassion. It just feels like patronization and pity, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

A thought occurs to me; when the hell did I get so jaded?
Seeing me resigned to my thoughts, the nurse leaves, closing the poorly painted door with a near silent 'click'. I should feel bad for ignoring her attempt at comfort, but I can't.
As I drift off from the pain medication, I smirk. She probably thinks me the typical, glowering teenager who hates the world because his parents bought him the red Audi instead of the black one. My thoughts turn to dreams, and I am alone once again." When he was done, every one was open mouth with shock, who had written that!?

"Um, sensei did you really spend your life in a hospital? A' cause you got a red Audi as well as the eye patch thing." Naruto spoke up first; that was so good it was scary and it had caught his attention. Was it Sakura who had written it?

"No. It's not about me." Sort of… what does she want from me, now im her muse? He rolled his eyes she was defiantly one of a kind, that's for sure.

Sakura scoffed at his answer, of course it was. And he probably knew that but no use in speaking up for something she didn't have to.

The rest of class was boring just going over different poems and stuff, like tanka's, and rengas. Why was poetry important? When final bell rang Kakashi dismissed everyone but Sakura, her little essay was a lot more than he bargained for.

"You wanted to talk to me?" She stood at his desk, books in hand ready to leave.

"Yes actually, I want to know who this story is based off of." He folded his arms over his broad chest. Sakura licked her lips and thought how warm that chest might be against her own body.

"I um, based it off of you. That's only because you wanted me to catch your attention, you didn't specify how, so I thought that might." She set her books down and grabbed one of the stools next to his desk. This was going to be a long conversation.

"Well, I'm proud of you, it was very… different. In a good way and it would defiantly make a good story, here." He handed her paper back and she squealed in joy.

"An A+ really?" She smiled proudly.

"Yes first one I have ever given out I think." He leaned back in his chair and watched as she raved over her neatly written paper. "Now about your reading problem…"

She looked up, Ah man. "What about it?"

"It might not be dyslexia, but then again it could be. So I need to know how you read things and such before I can say what it is."

"Things are blurry, backwards sometimes and I mistake something for others. Is that a sufficient description?"

"Yup. You can go now."

Sakura went to leave, but turned back when she reached the door, "Sensei?" well that was shorter than expected.

"Hmm" he didn't look up.

"Do you believe in love at first sight? I mean I just Wanna know" What the hell possessed me to say that!?

"Hmm, perhaps yes but I think people should know eachother more before they commit. Any thing else?"

"Yes actually, you should drive your red Audi to school." She smiled as she walked out the door leaving her teacher in shock yet again.

He sat there looking at the dark door where the most creative girl he had ever met just walked out. How had she known about the car, he had walked to work.

Love at first sight of course he believed he was in love with her and she was his student! Not something he went for, but she was different.

Sakura was greeted by Naruto when she stepped outside, he was smiling. "Hey Sakura-Chan." A red blush covered her cheeks.

"Hi did Sasuke ditch you?"

"Yes, for his GF, you know the blonde with the pig tails Tamari?" He fell in step with her as they walked down the leaf covered sidewalk. The autumn weather here was beautiful, cold but beautiful.

"Yeah I know who she is. She doesn't seem like his type though, im guessing she wears the pants in the relationship?" Tamari was defiantly the demanding type.

"Good guess. He's crazy for her though, just like I am for Hinata." He sighed at the thought of the shy girl. They had been dating for about a year.

"The shy girl?"

"Yup. She's a beauty aint she?" he cooed over her.

"She is pretty…"

"So who do you like?" he grinned as Sakura went red in the face.

"I can't tell you…" She smiled, "So tell me more about the Cool-quad."

"Is that what were called now? Well, supposedly were the four best looking coolest guys in the school and every girl wants to date us." He shoved his hands in his pockets as the wind picked up. "Basically the bad boys."

"Ahh I see, I know there's you, Sasuke, and Neji but who's the fourth?" She leaned against him in a friendly manner.

"Oh that's Gaara, the red head." He returned the gesture as they walked under the large oak trees shading the sidewalks with reds, oranges, and browns. There were even a few purples.

"Ok, well I see why he's in the group he is almost a good looking as Se" She caught her self in the nick of time.

"As who?"

"Uh, Seku. My old friend." That was a total lie. How did Seku sound like Sensei?

"Ok, well heres my stop I'll see you later." He smiled and waved as she ran up a long driveway to a large white house with black shingles. She grinned as she saw a blonde about the age of three run out and hug him, his sister she guessed.

Sakura arrived at home around four; she had taken some detours around town and found it quite an interesting place. With a park colored in warm hues and shades of red and purple.

She walked into the kitchen to find a note on the table,

I took Shizune to the hospital; she was having bad pains,

Love you, Tsunade.

Ps. there is some left over pizza in the fridge, just heat it up.

Well at least there was a note.

After cooking her dinner, sakura fell asleep on their leather couch with the TV tuned into one of those vampire dramas that her aunt didn't approve of. Well another night of being alone wasn't anything new, with aunt Tsunade's drinking problems and Shizune always out somewhere this was almost normal for Sakura.

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When Kakashi walked through the front gates of his property he realized just how true his little student's story was. He had inherited the Hatake mansion, and everything that came with it. 'Maybe I was a glowering teenager.' He shook his head as he walked up the long driveway, setting his things on the front patio before meandering outback to the larger than life storage shed.

The shed its self was the size of a large house and then some, holding in it the most valuable things he had become heir to. He slid the large doors open, revealing a few statues here and there and the six cars on the front with dust covers on them. He walked to the one with the black dust cover, this had been his father's car; with a strong heave the cover slid off of the car; the black viper gleamed as Kakashi slid his hand along the hood of the car. What people wouldn't give to have a car that ran like this one? Walking away from the car he sauntered to the one with the pink dust cover, but hesitated pulling it off. He hadn't seen this car since his mother died, his father refused any visitation of it, even to himself; said it was just a bad reminder of what once was. He pulled hard slipping the cover off revealing the deep purple dodge charger. He looked away and walked to the blue dust cover car and eased it off, his red Audi. He had so many nice cars but didn't drive any of them. What kind of man was he?

Walking to the driver's side, he opened the door and got inside, slamming the door behind him. It felt good to be behind the wheel again, he reached up and pulled the visor down letting the keys fall to his lap. He stared at them, he hadn't driven anything since that day…Shaking the thought from his head; he put the keys in the ignition and started the engine. He revved the engine before driving the car out of the shed. Oh man did he miss this.

Im sorry about the whole car thing its just i think he would be so sexy driving an expensive car...Dont you?

Anyway, thanks for reading this. I give credit to my good frien Andy Skyler for the awkward uh-hum hand-glue-pants part. It was her Idea so thanks girl, i loved how it fit in.

And wow...Could her life suck anymore?

Well, i will update ASAP this time promose, and ill try not to loose everything again. - Shikatemakakasaku