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Forgive me on the shortness of this chapter but I ended it where I thought it would be better. So yah. Plus I have academics tomorrow so that means homework. Bummer. Anyways PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET THE POINT! Haha just do it.

"Did you bring your poems with you?"

Hinata nodded. She had brought her book bag with her and she almost always had her poems on her. For the most part. She pulled her binder with them in it, not realizing she had knocked out the romance book she had bought. It skittered to Kakashi's feet and bending over, he plucked it from the ground, and started to read the back. Hinata looked up, just as he finished the summary. She blushed, horrified, that he of all people would find something like this. So she was quite surprised that he chuckled and handed over the book.

"So you read romance as well," he said, amused, as she blushed even more.

Damn she is so cute when she blushes! He thought, smiling behind his mask.

"C-can you not tell Kurenai-sensei? She doesn't know I bought it," Hinata asked slowly, and quietly.

"Sure." He moved over to his desk, jumped up on it, and looked down at her. "But you owe me," he added, a new thought invading his mind.

"O-okay. Thank you," Hinata stuttered, relieved.

What could he want? But of all people why did he have to find out?

Kakashi searched through the mounds of paper on his desk, until he retrieved a large book. He walked back over to her and set the book down on a desk in the front row.

"You can sit you now," he stated, laughing when she ran over and sat down.

"So how much poetry do you write in, oh, say a week?"

"Sometimes ten or more and sometimes only one," she answered.

"Hmmm. Interesting."

Kakashi sat on the edge of the desk right next to Hinata's. He inhaled her sweet scent as he leaned closer. She was like an addiction: he just couldn't' get enough. His ego was growing bigger each time she blushed, and though he knew it was wrong to even think of things like that, he couldn't' get the image of her and him kissing out of his mind.

Hinata was blushing like no tomorrow. He was watching her closely, and she shivered. It was like her dream and she wished that she were wearing her regular clothes and not her too short uniform skirt.

Kakashi saw her shiver and look at her lap. Following her gaze, he guessed she wished she wasn't in a skirt. He was loving it though: it showed of her long, smooth, and pale legs. He wanted to look some more but he wasn't so sure he could take it. He was the biggest pervert.

He cleared his throat to bring him back to reality. "Can I see some of your oldest poems?"

Nodding, she opened her binder and dug through the slightly messy contents until she found her older poems. She handed them to him, happy and embarrassed when their fingers touched. His hands are so calloused. I wonder what he does in his spare time.

Kakashi was thinking something along the same lines. Her hands are so soft it's like she's never done manual labor. This girl sure is an interesting one, I must admit.

Kakashi shuffled the papers curiously. Most of them were about fairy tales coming true and stuff she had gone through. He read them slowly, taking in each word. They were quite good for a beginner and these poems were old. She had grown much better in the years. Reading them made his heart beat faster. It was like glimpsing into her soul. And he liked it. A lot.