Wow, you're still reading, talk about a motivation boost xD

Oh guess what? No, not chocolate, I had Sushi 3 it's yummeh the seaweed + soy sauce + rice yumyumyum xDDD

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Disclaimer

I do not own any Naruto characters

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I do own this sad excuse for a plot

Warning: THIS IS YAOI

Iruka is 12, Kakashi is 13. Keep that in mind, they will age over the duration, and their ages will be posted up here. [[I will try to remain consistent

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School had started a month ago, and Iruka just could not shake the feeling that he was being watched. It unnerved him. He was sitting in his second period class, not really paying attention, the teacher was late… and there just happened to be a chalk board eraser in the slightly cracked doorway, he grinned to himself as he stared out the window. He heard footsteps coming, he could practically sense the class tense with anticipation. He's a jounin, he should be smart enough to avoid it… should is the main word there…

Kakashi sighed; he knew that the scatterbrained act of this jounin was just that, an act. This man was elite in the ANBU. But he didn't expect freshman to know that little fact. He was walking behind said jounin at that moment. Sandaime has alerted all of Iruka's teachers of his mission, and now he was going to play an active part in every class, instead of just being incognito. He noticed the dry eraser, "ah! Sir-" but it was too late, the teacher opened the door, and the eraser dropped on his head, his eyes widened as dust floated from his head. Their sensei blinked a few times as though he had no idea what happened, his whole class roared with laughter. The ANBU took the eraser off his head, tossed it in the trash, and then continued to his desk. Kakashi entered the class, and it went dead silent. "Okay class, Sandaime has appointed this sophomore to our group; he will be helping out in all the classes in this order…" Kakashi stopped listening after his introduction, he already knew his schedule, he glanced around and spotted Iruka, but his gaze swept past the shocked brunette, as if bored, and not really interested in this at all. The ANBU continued, "Sandaime-sama has decided to assign the top of each elder group to a younger pod. We were very fortunate to receive the best of the best! Hatake, Kakashi." At the mention of his name he glanced at the teacher, and then nodded to the class. He could hear them mumbling about him things such as…

"Oh my god… that's Hatake!"

"He's so short…. I thought he'd be taller… more muscular, y'know?" Yeah… I bet even next year's freshman could beat him up!

"He doesn't look so tough, I bet I could whoop his ass" Are you sure about that? They say deception is the key... "Of course I'm sure! He's puny"

"So… that's the legendary Kakashi Hatake? Ohhhhh!!!! He's adorable!!!" Both Kakashi and Iruka winced at that one.

Kakashi sighed, ignorant fools. He could kill them all if he wanted to… but his job was not to put them in their place, it was to guard that weird tan kid. "Class," the ANBU said in a stern voice that got all their attention… except for one wide-eyed troublemaker, "I will be leaving for a few moments, Hatake-san is in charge, you will refer to him as Hatake-Sensei am I understood?" He waited for their dull response, patted Kakashi on the shoulder in what he supposed was meant to be reassuring. He sighed mentally, and then lifted a pointer from the chalk board's ledge, he pretended to examine it, as if he was a serial killer, and the class was his victim.

Most of them gulped in anticipation, Iruka continued to stare disbelievingly. This… sophomore… is he going to be in every class?!?! The thought worried the young man, this masked mystery made him nervous, why did he wear a mask? Why was he eyeing that pointer like it could be used as a deadly weapon?!

Kakashi sighed, aloud this time, the class stiffened, someone was getting ready to shoot a paper wasp at him, the freshman let the wasp fly, and he caught it, between his forefinger and thumb. His eye darkened, they saw that he was not someone to mess with; they finally acknowledged that he could kill them as easily as a child swatted at a fly. They shivered visibly. "Well, class, today's lesson is on chakra," a hand was raised by the girl near the front, she looked angry… almost as if he had insulted her intelligence by suggesting this lesson, "and no... Mitarashi, Anko, I will not be swayed so easily from this topic, for no one can learn too much about the chakra system." The girl lowered her hand, wide-eyed, wondering how Hatake had known her name… she had purple hair, and was in an advanced class, being a year younger than everyone else was slightly tough for the young girl, but a scowl covered her face, she was annoyed that Hatake had taken her by surprise.

Iruka stared at his student teacher in awe, he could tell by the girl's expression that she'd never seen him before, and was taken by surprise when he knew her name. Her surprise turned to anger; Iruka knew from experience that this girl had a quick temper. He gulped nervously, worried that their student teacher had bitten off more than he could chew. Hatake-Sensei continued as if nothing wrong had happened, "now, get your notebooks and pencils out, I expect you to take notes, you will be have a test about this some time in the near future." The look in his eyes told Iruka that it would be very difficult to pass… "Chakra is best described as energy, each person has their own significant chakra that emanates a different color, and for example… mine is blue." A few people looked at him like he was crazy, Anko piped up, "Hatake-Sensei, chakra is not visible."

"Ah…" was his response, "but you are incorrect. Chakra can indeed be visible, if you have the right set of mind to look for it, and if you have the power to make it visible to the naked eye." Half the class was scribbling down notes; the other half was staring at him, stunned with this new found information. "You see, Chakra is one of the most important elements in our fighting style. You all know that there are two halves to it. Body and Soul. Body energy can be tapped from the cells of one's body, the faster they move, the more energy that person gains. Spiritual training is gained from one's experience with battle. At the moment, you are mostly inexperienced freshman, as you continue through your life here, you will not only learn how to fight enemies, you will learn who you can trust, and you can't, within our own walls. You will fight amongst each other, forging friendships, and bitter rivals, who with both envy, and wish to kill you." Those who had been writing stopped dead and stared at him, stunned. "Controlling Chakra is very important, in order to be able to perform jutsus, you must be able to control your own chakra…." The lecture continued in a shocking fashion as Kakashi went into detail of how the chakra system is basically intertwined with the circulatory system, Iruka found himself scribbling down random tidbits of information, he was staring at his new mentor, he was slowly falling behind… he'd have to borrow notes from Anko tonight, or… or he could ask his sempai to tutor him.

Kakashi sighed, he'd assigned them all an essay on the Chakra system, he was walking between desks, picking up the in-class work sheet, he noticed that the tan one had stayed behind, chewing the eraser on his pencil, stressing out over his assignment, it was break. They had about an hour and a half before lunch was over. The reason for this large amount of time? Simple, some students went home for lunch, and their home just happened to be on the other side of town. Kakashi stood over Iruka's shoulder, and whispered, "No… you see, you have this chart all wrong, this line right here," his finger trailing along an orange line that wound through the chart of the human body, "is actually the circulatory system, it was supposed to be a red color, but the copy machine fucked it up."

Iruka blinked, corrected his mistake, and then took a wild guess, "So… sensei, the blue one is the Chakra system, ne?"

"Correct."

"Maa… I'm not very good at this…"

Kakashi smiled at the brunette's distress, "calm down, it's just a completion assignment. Did you follow the notes clearly?" He looked at his pupil's notes and frowned, the handwriting was rushed, and nearly illegible. "Hrm… I'm going to have to tutor you if you're planning on passing this class alone."

"N-NANI?! I have to have a-a-a-a tutor?!?!"

"Hai, you're attempt at learning was rather pathetic, you kept staring at the blackboard like a complete idiot, either that or you were staring at me like I had giant pink ribbon in my hair." He tried to picture himself like that, and chuckled, being unsuccessful at it. Iruka scratched his nose, slightly embarrassed because he could actually picture the young man wearing the pink bow. He picked up Iruka's in-class assignment, then headed to the front where he put it in a pile of papers he was going to have to grade. Iruka was still sitting there. I wonder what he wants… he stares at me like I'm some sort of… I don't know… landscape? Sure, why not. He rolled his eyes at the thought of comparing himself to 'landscape'. Still… it's unnerving. But if I let him know that, he'd gain the upper hand. Plus, my offer seemed to put him off balance, thus gaining me the upper hand. He grinned to himself as he put the papers in a file. This kid has no idea what he's in for.

Iruka went to Ichiraku, and ate one bowl of beef ramen, he paid the bartender, and started back towards the school. He walked past the play ground, and saw children playing, their parents watching warily over them to make sure no one got hurt. He felt a hand grip his heart, swallowed, then continued a little faster down the sidewalk.

Kakashi sat on the roof of Academy High; he was eating with chopsticks, his mask around his chin, nibbling thoughtfully on a bit of sushi. Someone had left it in front of his locker with his name on it, probably another stupid girl who thought he was handsome most likely. Oh well, at least he got a free meal out of it. He sighed, then looked at the sun in the sky, he had a few more minutes… he threw his lunch over the edge of the school's roof, it landed in a trash can. He took off, jumping from roof to roof, heading towards the memorial stone. He wanted to speak with Obito, Rin, and Yondaime before he went to teach second period.

Iruka made it to class early, he sat near the back of the room, he had a straw from Ichiraku's, and he was planning on shooting spitballs at a bunch of people. He was chewing softly on a small piece of paper, waiting for the other students… then lastly, the teacher. He intended to shoot the first one at his sensei, and nail him between the eyes.

Once again, Kakashi would be the student teacher for this class, and was expected to teach them about fighting styles. He was whispering silent prayers to his deceased friends. Hoping for the guidance he knew would never come.

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