High School Couldn't Get Worse
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or anything related to Kishimoto's work.
Summary: Sakura officially hated this silver haired jerk that embarrassed her in front of Sasuke. So she felt pretty justified when she poured her drink on his head. Oh…he was her teacher?
Pairing: KakashiSakura
"Talking"
'Thinking'
Inner Sakura
She looked to the clock mounted in the middle of the wall facing her. Class would end in three minutes and she was counting down the seconds that ticked by. Glancing at her teacher, Mr. Hatake, from the corner of her eye she could see that he was indeed still watching her with his lone obsidian eye.
She gulped nervously and slouched in her seat. This was how the whole period had gone by. Her teacher would be staring at her while she tried her hardest to avoid his unnerving look.
The class seemed nonplussed by the teacher's late entrance and unusual behavior but chalked it to another eccentric teacher. There seemed to be an abundance of them in Konoha High according to what her brother and his gang told her.
Oh how she wished they had prepared her for the smug bastard sitting in front of her.
Shortly after his entrance, he had the class do some "reflecting" time as he called it, which pretty much consisted of them doing nothing. Naruto seemed to be having fun though, if his whoops of joy were anything to account for.
Ten more seconds of class left and Sakura gripped her back pack tighter. Once the bell rang she was booking it out of here. Being in the front row gave her the advantage of being able to achieve a speedy exit.
Five more seconds left…
"You," a very deep, very masculine voice spoke up nonchalantly. Sakura hesitantly looked to the owner of the very familiar voice and looked to her nightmare come to life. Mr. Hatake had his elbow on his desk, his head resting on his fist lazily.
He had a baby blue scarf on today and it was twined comfortably around his neck. Sakura glanced around the room and realized he was speaking to her.
"Me?" She asked meekly just as the bell rang. Chairs scraped against the floor as student got up to leave for home. Sakura sat, frozen in her seat.
"Come here," he said, motioning her forward with a lazy hand wave. She slowly got up, taking small baby steps to draw out their impending talk. Once she was at his desk, he moved to sit up straighter giving Sakura a better view of what he was wearing.
A short sleeved button up dress shirt. She could see a tattoo peeking from the edge of his sleeve and tried hard not to stare. The last student passed her to the exit and she watched as they left with a growing sense of dread.
It was only her and Mr. Hatake left in the room.
"What's your name?" He asked her his voice rumbling.
"Sa-sakura Haruno," she mumbled, her speech stuttering. He looked surprised.
"You're of Japanese descent?" He asked incredulously, which was understandable. Pink hair and green eyes don't exactly scream Asian.
"Half," she said shortly not going into specifics. As it was she was too nervous to explain. With any other person she probably wouldn't stop talking.
"Aa," He nodded his head, "you poured you're Kool-aid on me." He stated.
"Fruit punch," she corrected automatically and then instantly blushed in embarrassment. So he did remember. He stared at her, not amused and Sakura began to fidget.
"I'd like to remind you that I am your teacher and therefore hold a lot of power over your GPA. Especially, since you take at least two of my classes—"
"How did you –"
"I checked the student roster. You're name comes up a few times." He spoke coolly.
Sakura stared at him horrified. She was a 4.0 student and well on her way to being the class vale Victorian. She couldn't afford a B let alone an F….
"…What do I have to do?" She asked resignedly, figuring that he wanted something. Why else would he be talking to her?
"I don't like to grade homework or test," he told her. She stared at him not understanding what that was supposed to mean to her. He caught her confusion and rolled his eye at her lack of comprehension.
"Do them for me," he explained, "also take the attendance from now on…and input the students' grades' as well."
Sakura gaped at him.
"That's slave driving!" She yelled, outraged. Kakashi merely shrugged at her outburst.
"I like to believe it's an agreement founded on mutual benefits." She stared at him dubiously. "Exactly how do I benefit from this?" She asked him, skepticism in her voice. Kakashi leaned back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head in a nonchalant manner.
"Well hears how I see it," He started, "either you can go do these tedious tasks I set forth or you can go to a month's worth of detention. And I don't think that will look to good on your record." He finished in a tone that left no room for argument.
She could tell he was smiling under his scarf and it took all her will power not to strangle him with it. In the end she gripped her bag tighter, appreciating the fact that it wasn't made of some weaker material, lest it be damaged.
"For pouring my drink on you?" She questioned disbelievingly.
"You should be glad that I'm not out to suspend you. Other teachers would for less." Sakura made a mental note to avoid these teachers he spoke of. She didn't think it was possible for anyone to be worse than this man.
"Is that all?" She asked sarcastically through gritted teeth. Unfortunately he took her sarcastic remark seriously and seemed to ponder on it for a while before smiling.
"Yeah, I want you to get me coffee from the teacher's lounge before class starts. Try not to pour it on me, 'kay?" He said jokingly but Sakura could tell he was being serious.
"I'll try my hardest not to," She said in a falsely perky manner, a fake smile on her face. Swinging around towards the exit, Sakura let her smile turn into a frown as she grumbled to herself.
Entering the empty hallway, Sakura stomped her way down to her locker. Entering the code for her lock, she slammed it open and shoved her brand new textbooks in the small space. She was extra vicious with her English textbook.
Closing and locking her locker, she walked to the school entrance to catch her bus. Just as she opened the door she watched, dismayed, as her school bus left the parking lot of the school. There was no way she'd catch up with it.
Pulling out her cell phone, she glanced at the time. It was 2:15 and she would have to wait another half an hour before the city bus would take her home.
She cursed Kakashi Hatake's existence. He made her miss her damn buss!
She could only be grateful that she would only see him during school.
TTTTTTTT
"You're late Sakura," Diane told her chidingly. Sakura looked up from tying her brown belt around her waist to the girl standing a short 4'7'' with short black hair and distinctly asian features. Behind her was a whole room full of people ranging from small children to grown adults sporting gi's with a variety of colored belts.
Diane herself was a black belt and Sakura bowed to her after bowing onto the mat. Diane followed suit.
"Sorry Diane, I got held up in school and missed my bus home. I had to wait for the city buss." She explained to the smaller girl. Diane nodded her head sympathetically before leaving to help out two white belts practicing their throwing technique.
Sakura walked to the head sensei of the judo club, a bald man with a medium build and a blue gi on. He smiled at the sight of her and they bowed to one another before he threw an arm around her in a casual hug.
"Sakura!" He said in greeting and she couldn't help but smile back.
"Randall sensei," she returned.
"We have a new sensei Sakura, so don't forget to bow to him too, ok?" She nodded her head and moved to the side of the room as she was in the way of two oncoming judoka's practicing Seoi nage. Examining the room, Sakura looked for the person her sensei was talking about but couldn't find anyone that looked unfamiliar or sporting a black belt.
Just as she finished looking a second time the entrance door to the doujo swung open. Sakura stared in shock at who stood in the threshold. They looked mildly surprised to see her as well.
"Hiya Sakura," Mr. Hatake said cheerfully, a hand rose in greeting.
Sakura felt like bashing her head against the wall.
I love Judo.
Thanks for all the reviews and people who encouraged me to continue the story! I love you all! :)
Oh, and for those of you who didn't realize this, this story takes place in Hawaii.
Slave Driving-Complete
March 14, 2012
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