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Kakashi scratched the back of his head. He really didn't think that she would freak out like that. His students hadn't. Then again, she looked like a fragile doll: innocent and breakable. The perv wasn't used to that type of girl. Heck, his females students tended to hit on him for fun, especially Sakura Haruno. She sure had a lot of spunk, but was god-knows annoying.

Settling himself back underneath his desk, Kakashi thought about the girl some more. Even he had to admit that not many people outshined Sakura in looks, but this girl did and more. She gave off the innocent-protect me act. Except it wasn't an act. Which, Kakashi thought was real attractive.

Wait, did I just think a student was attractive. I may be a perv but I am not a pedophile, dammit!

With that in mind, he returned to his book. However he had a tough time trying to get into it. The violet haired teens face kept invading every inch of his imagination. Not all of it was good.

Kakashi grabbed his bag and book. Maybe if he apologized to the girl, he would get over this weird feeling in his stomach.

Meanwhile, Hinata was back in Kurenai's office. The guidance counselor had found her and brought her back, apologizing profusely. Then she had to run to the copy room to copy some papers that she had to hand in to the principle. Hinata didn't mind. She had taken out a poem she had started a while back and was putting the finishing touches on it. It was the best she had ever written, and since she was an aspiring poet, she hoped to get it published.

The poem went:

Never again will hearts beat as one

Never again will they beat to the tune of a drum

Life's lessons learned the only way

By the experiences we have day by day

Once so close is now so far

Life flickering, like the light of a star

Nothing earned is nothing gained

Love is hard to keep, harder to attain

And when close to death you close your eyes

The world for a second, complies

To give you that one second chance

To have that final dance

Even if it's only a dream in your mind

The right thing not the bad is what is left behind

She was just editing it when a knock came at the door. She called to the knocker to come in.

It was Kakashi, the one that had embarrassed her beyond belief. Just thinking of it, made her face turn an attractive shade of red.

Kakashi was nervous as well. He had never apologized to a student before. This was a major first for him. He also couldn't seem to keep his face looking at hers. It kept slipping down. I'm going to burn in hell for this, he thought as he cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry about before. I didn't think you would react like that." He sincerely did feel sorry, especially when she looked straight at him with those lavender orbs. They were filled to the brim with innocence.

Hinata was stunned, but pleased. "Just...don't do it again, please?"

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Satisfied, he was going to leave, but a piece of paper caught his eye. He picked it up. It was the poem. He read it.

Hinata was even redder. She hadn't allowed anyone else to see this. Now some strange perv was reading it!

"Did you write this?"

Hinata nodded. Her throat had clogged and she was having difficulty getting anything out.

"This is great. Most of my seniors can't even write this well," Kakashi said.

Hinata's face was blank.

"Oh. I forget to tell you, I teach Writing here. So the fact that I am impressed is a good sign." Kakashi gave her a grin.

Hinata was about to ask him if he would help her fine-tune it. Then she thought it over. Best not. I wouldn't want to see what he writes in his spare time!

Kurenai came back in. A gasp escaped her mouth when she saw the gray haired teacher.

"What are you doing here? Trying to corrupt the innocent again?"

"I came to apologize. She accepted."

"Well you can leave now."

He did just that. When he closed the door, he left with a little wave and another grin.