The morning began. She slipped out the door leaving her mother to sleep. Her father quietly snoring in the background of a dirty house. She slid into her red sneakers. Checking her jeans and Icha Icha t-shirt. Sakura opened the door. The warming environment making for the birds to chirp a cute tune. Sakura ran to school. Passing many bus stops and realizing she was going to arrive earlier then most.
The doors to the school were open. It was empty and quiet but she didn't mind. Considering the t-shirt she now wore the less people the best. To disappointment here entered the lobby Gai-sensei.
"OH HI MISS HARUNO!" Shouted the man.
Sakura sighed and turned towards the door. It then hit her she could use this man to find more on the mysterious literature teacher. She spindled back and forced a grin. The man's reaction was that of surprise and utter confusion. But of course he was still smiling like a moron.
"How are you this morning Gai-sensei." She paused and smirked. "Or should I call you Gai."
Gai remained oblivious of the situation and her method of seduction. She walked up to him and forced yet a bigger grin.
"Miss Haruno? Are you in a good mood?"
She slapped her forehead. Revealing a red mark on both the impacting part of her face and the palm of her left hand. This man was a true fool in her eyes tell she got the fact that he was probably never really flirted with often.
"Are you OK?"
She looked up to his face. A glance of concern and fatherly worry written on his face. The flash emitted right behind his head. Sakura ignored it know he was probably just passing by. Shaking her head her lips curled into a mischievous smile.
"Do you read Icha Icha Paradise? You know the series-"
"Why I do."
Sakura's breathe hitched as she span to find the whispering man. No one stood there. Just her mere imagination Sakura thought. Gai was just confused now and had wondered off when she turned to speak to him again.
"Maybe I need some sleep." She sighed.
She made way to her first hour up the stairs to the second floor. Asuma written still above the door. She walked in and slumped into the chair closest to right and his desk and door as possible. Teaching the class would be frustrating. Hopefully she would be able to guilt trip the love fallen man into doing his job.
"I hope dad finishes up his deadline tonight. Maybe I can help him with the cover this time." Sakura whispered.
Another flash appeared before her. A man now sat in the third window to the left. Above the parking lot. His left leg tangling and his arms stretched across his arched right knee. His shadow dazing lightly across the floor. Damn-it this guy was getting on her nerves.
"Mr. Hatake knock that shit off!" She screamed.
He gave a chuckle before turning his head towards her. A air of superiority running to her.
"So who told you my last name?" His seen eyebrow lifted with the words.
The surgical wrapping crossed his lower face and left eye. Causing a infliction in acknowledged his emotions. But she knew in some way he was slightly amused by how nervous she became.
"How would you kno-"
"Because not even my closest friends talk of my last name. That and I did not tell you even of my first name; Asuma did. So either Naruto in which you walk with often told you or Shikamaru told you when he entered your house last night."
A sudden blush slammed across her cheeks when she soon knew what he meant by that last comment. Simple as he had made it she never really thought about those things anyway.
"W-wait. Iruka ordered him to tutor me you old pervert!"
"I didn't say anything to make you so..." He reappeared in the second seat to the right, next to her. "Jumpy." He whispered.
He had made his breathe fall past the wrapping and on her shoulder. Her eyes widened and she subconsciously flung her hand towards his face. She of course missed for he was now crouching in front of her; peering at the little of the Icha Icha title not covered by the table. Her cheeks grew redder in color. The man looked very pleased by the way her body reacted to such easy methods.
"Nice shirt. Should give me one sometimes. Seeing as it was handmade by your family."
She glared at him with confusion and bewilderment. Her stomach growing a strange feeling of terrifying fear and butterflies.
"H-how did you-"
"Simple your name is stitched as the co-author under the title. Beneath the table."
She pressed her knees together. Her mind screaming pervert. She held her breathe and went to slam him a good bloody nose, but of course... Kakashi now stood in the doorway. He either blinked or winked before disappearing into the hallway. Leaving her rattling in anger and fear of his next words.
"Looks like you need some lessons in seduction little girl. Hope you don't mind if I tutor you on that as well."
She staggered for a response before quickly lifting to fist to the tap of feet.
"Damn you, y-you asshole!"
Asuma curved his head into the room. Giving a wide eyed open mouthed glance. Almost losing the lit cigarette that resting in his teeth.
"Not you! Mr. Damn I'm All That And A Bag Of Potato Chips!"
"Are you okay?"
"Why does everyone keep saying that!"
"Well for one I just watched you scream and blush to air. Two you just said you were yelling at potato chips. Either your very hormonal or I don't understand women. Either way it's correct."
"There you go being mister literal like that asshole!"
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Asuma cried.
"Never mind."
Author Note: Hey guys. Sorry I haven't updated sooner. If it helps it bothers me everyday when I don't lol. I will be working my hardest to find time to get this done for your guys entertainment. And if you find mistakes please tell me so other readers will be able to read without grammar blaring incorrect in their face.
