Disclaimer: If it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, I probably don't own it either.
Iruka sighed. It was that time of the year again: weapons training. There was always some kind of accident on this particular day, the kind of accidents that garaunteed a parent-teacher conferance. Definately not a pleasant thing to look forward to. Unfortunately it was part of the curriculum. Fucking Administration.
Throughout the day there were dozens of near misses. Choji had put his hand into a bag of shuriken and, out of pure instinct, had attempted to swallow a handful. Iruka had caught him in the nick of time. Shikamaru, the lazy dolt, had almost fallen asleep face first into a kunai. Ino, ever the talkative one, in one of her sweeping dramatic hand gestures during an engaging conversation with one of the nameless characters in the series, had accidently launched a kunai at Sakura's big forehead. At least, Iruka thought it was an accident. During target practice, the scion of the Uchiha clan had thrown the first knife perfectly on target, the problem there was that for some reason or another Kiba had gotten down on all fours and chased after it... just as all of Sasuke's fangirls, vying for the brooding boy's attention, flung their own blades at the board.
Iruka sighed again. He had singlehandedly managed to avert all of these dissasters. Damn Misuki, claiming sick leave. At least the day was almost over, the only thing left to do was explosive note training and...
"Iruka-Sensei heads up!" Came Naruto's loud, obnoxius voice, breaking his revery.
Iruka looked up just in time to see an explosive-tag equiped kunai heading his way. He sighed again. In the next life, he was soooo taking Anko up on her offer. His last words to the class before the incoming projectile detonated were: "Oh Fuck."
The class went home subdued, the trauma probably scarring them for life. Iruka had said one of the dreaded "No-NO" words, they would never be the same
