The Greatest Thing You'll Ever Learn – Chapter 37: Taking Over
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."
A/N: Alright, I lied. This, much like the last date, isn't going to be two parts. Instead, you get another three-parter! Probably! Depends if I end up sticking something I've been thinking about for a little while on the end. Either way, this is only part two of 3 (or maybe 4…). You'll know tomorrow/whenever you receive the next chapter. Also, advanced warnings for the 23rd of November, when there may not be an update because I'm likely to be extremely exhausted because I have to go to this lecture and I have a tendency to over-exert and overexcite myself when I get really excited about something. I likely won't be able to think straight when I get home, so I'll have to have a nap, which may cut into my writing time. I don't really have time for naps anymore, but I will probably kill myself with too much coffee otherwise. Seriously, I think I've drunk more coffee this last week than I have in my whole life…damn that stress-induced insomnia! The good/bad thing about the lecture is that I get to miss PE :D/D: I can't decide whether or not I can be bothered with it…I go running on Wednesdays anyway. Running is actually really therapeutic, and my brain seems to work rather better at formulating plots when I'm running which is good news for you! Song of the chapter is 'Blow' by Ke$ha…thanks to horseygurl89 for the recommendation…it just sounded so applicable when I looked it up :D
This is thinking/dreaming.
"Anything in italics and quotes is written stuff…kukuku…"
This is regular story.
This is author's note.
This is title
Warnings: Have you ever been to a high school prom/any collection of teenagers with alcohol and music? Then I'm sure you know what it's very much like…or at least, can get like. Yes, an orgy with clothes on. So warnings for teenagers being teenagers. Yaay…
Disclaimer: Not mine, darling! I'm afraid everything about Naruto belongs to that bastard Masashi Kishimoto, so I'm neither fabulously wealthy nor famous. Instead, I'm just a short teenage girl in England fantasising about his characters. In short, don't sue me.
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Now what?
We're taking control
We get what we want
We do what you don't
Dirt and glitter cover the floor
We're pretty and sick
We're young and we're bored
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"Naruto and Sasuke!" I shouted over the racket. "For the sixteenth time, keep it clean!"
Once again, I was completely ignored. I knew they heard me; two pairs of eyes flickered vaguely in my direction before reverting to each other, slightly hazed with the alcohol I knew they had consumed before coming, but since they weren't completely wasted and weren't carrying any alcohol on them they got to stay.
So, naturally, their dancing was closer to a mating ritual than to an actual dance. It was incredibly uncomfortable watching any of the many couples grinding on each other, hands in places where hands shouldn't go outside of the bedroom and hips moving in obscene rhythms.
The music didn't help. Whoever had picked the playlist had possibly picked the most inappropriate songs ever to play at a school dance. Every single song seemed to be centred on the very passionate, very sexual romance of two or more people, complete with bizarre euphemisms and fast, heavy rhythm. With music like that, it was no wonder the kids were acting upon their carnal desires.
The darkness of the room had steadily changed over the two hours I had been spending sitting gloomily in a corner from smothering to comforting. The darker it was, the more I could pretend I didn't see what was going on. Although they were few and far between, there were some couples who were getting rather into it not so far away, and I couldn't help but blush furiously whenever I saw it. Didn't they have any shame at all?
The song playing finished and students began drifting on and off the dance floor, either in pairs or in groups. Those leaving headed for friends sitting at tables, for the snack table or for the bathroom.
Come to think of it, they were using the bathroom an awful lot considering how little of the provided drinks were disappearing. I kept my eyes fixed on the door, watching as another couple stumbled out of the door, hands swinging happily between them, the same hazy look in their eyes suddenly very recognisable. A loud giggle burst through the chatter between songs as the girl stumbled, pulling at their linked hands to stay steady. Something was definitely going on in there.
I looked across the room towards Kakashi, who was leaning against the opposite wall, porn in hand. His eye was on me this time, the first real eye contact since we had taken our positions in the hall. I jerked my head once in the direction of the bathroom. He shook his head once, a 'don't get involved', resettling against the wall. I frowned, and waved impatiently. Even though his face was completely shadowed, I could practically see his eye rolling as he pushed away from the wall, navigating the space between us, sidestepping couples and dodging groups.
"Something's going on in there, and I want to check it out,"
"Are you sure you need my help for this? I was just getting to a good part,"
"I think the safety of the students takes precedence over your pornography, Kakashi,"
"Alright, alright, let's go and have a look,"
The corridor leading to the bathroom was dingy and smelled like bleach. Someone had turned off the lights, and the only illumination was coming from underneath the disabled door. I lead the way, pushing down on the door handle and peeking around the corner, listening carefully for any unusual sounds.
Fortunately, the small room was empty of people, and remarkably clean. I shrugged and stepped forward, pulling Kakashi along with me. I moved towards the back of the bathroom, looking behind the sink in the corner, checking for any bottles of illicit substances or suspicious bags.
"I don't think there's-" I started, cut off as the door slammed shut, metallic noise of the key twisting in the outside lock. "-anything here," I finished lamely. Squawks of half-hysterical laughter slipped under the door.
"Iruka-"
"Unlock this door immediately! This is completely inappropriate behaviour for students, especially tonight! If you don't want to be removed from the dance and put in detention for the next month, I suggest you open this door right now!" I yelled, marching over to the locked door. I pushed on the handle, knowing it was entirely futile but hoping somehow the force of my anger could open the lock. If the lock knew what was good for it, it would just bend to my will and we'd all get out of here in one piece. This was exactly why I didn't want to chaperone a bunch of teenagers; they were smarter than we gave them credit for, and I had fallen right into their trap. If anything, I was as angry at myself for not realising it as I was at whoever locked us in here.
"Iruka-" Kakashi started, placing one calming hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off, trying the door again, resisting the urge to kick it like a child.
"Not only will you be removed, but I will personally escort you to Tsunade-sama's office on Monday morning for this-" Kakashi's hand returned to my shoulder, spinning me around. "What? What could be so urgent that you mmf!"
Warm lips covered mine, cutting off my indignant speech. I opened my mouth in a small gasp of shock as my head collides with the door, the hand on my shoulder pushing me back none too gently, and I let out a muffled noise of mild protest that came out all too like a moan as his tongue slipped past my lips and flicked across mine. I cracked open an eye I hadn't realised I had shut, catching the playful challenge in the dark eye just a few inches away. I kissed back, my lips curving into playful arcs as I moved my own tongue back in challenge. My hands rose up to grip his shoulders, fingers digging distractingly into the dark material covering his shoulders.
Somehow, with one messy kiss against a bathroom door, I had managed to completely forget about being pissed off. In fact, the only thing I could coherently think about was the man attached to my lips. So much so that when he pulled away for air, the first thing I did was not to yell or swear or glare at him. The first thing I did lean back in for more. It was completely intoxicating, no doubt partly because of the forbidden location. We were in a bathroom at the school dance. A dance where we were supposed to be preventing students from doing exactly what we were doing.
That shocked me into pulling away again before I got too carried away. We had to get out of here and get back to the main hall before something happened.
"Do you have any hair pins?" Kakashi asked, voice completely composed as he returned the mask to its normal position. I stopped myself pouting; I really liked looking at it.
"Do I look like the kind of guy who wears hair pins?" I replied, raising an eyebrow at the ridiculous statement. Yes, I had long hair, but I was not a woman. Just because I owned and wore hair ties didn't mean I had a variety of other accessories for my hair.
"Yes," He said. I could hear the teasing smile in his voice, and I had to physically restrain myself from reaching out and tugging down the mask to see it, and possibly attaching my own lips to it. There was something oddly sexy about that voice.
"No," I narrowed my eyes a little, although my glare was more playful than menacing.
"Then I think we're stuck here until-" He said, cut off as the metal of the lock clicked. I stepped to the side a little, automatically putting space between us. Just because we had already technically been found out already didn't mean I wanted people to get the wrong idea. Even if we had been kissing.
"Kakashi-sensei! Iruka-sensei! I've been looking everywhere for you!" The girl from the ticket desk opened the door, keys hanging from her fingers. "No one had any idea where you might have been, and then someone said you two had probably gone off to find a quiet corner, so I assumed you'd be around here. Why did you lock yourself in, though?"
"We didn't," I protested, somewhat futilely. I could see the glint in her eye as she put surprisingly accurate ideas together; gaining a look I'd seen on Tsunade when she was planning something sinister. A small shiver ran down my spine. This probably wasn't going to end well.
"Well, you're out now, so maybe you can get back to the dance now?" This girl was going to make a fantastic manager one day. We followed her mutely back into the hall, the darkness seeming all the more smothering compared to the bright light of the bathroom. Instead of going back to his own corner, Kakashi stayed with me. I felt a smile spread across my face; after what had just happened, being abandoned wasn't all too appealing.
The song over the sound system came to an end with a click, and the buzz of a microphone filled the room. I looked towards the back, where a student stood holding the in one hand and something I couldn't quite make out in the darkness. He stepped forward, and I recognised him as a member of the student council; very bright, from what I could remember. The light also revealed what he was holding; the innocuous pink envelope from Tsunade, now torn open.
"Attention, all students," He said, clearing his throat. "Please move to the sides of the room, because we have a special request from our headmistress, Tsunade-sama. As she generously allowed us use of the sports hall for tonight, she has sent us a song request. Kiba, if you please," He waved a hand towards the sound system, and a rather familiar song filled the hall.
My heart nearly froze in my chest. So far, every song had been upbeat and fast, but this song was slow and melodic. It was a slow dance song. Although it meant that the kids would hopefully stop attempting to do each other in the middle of the hall, it meant it was couple time. All the school's official couples would be expected to demonstrate themselves, as per social standards. It was like an announcement, a statement to all the people in the room that the two dancers were together.
Normally, I would be able to deal with this. The one time I had been roped into chaperoning before, I stood on the sidelines and watched as young love blossomed on the dance floor and I thought poetic thoughts, revelling in the calm and relative quiet before the pace picked up again and we were back to grinding. But this year, I was half of an official couple myself. The choice weighed heavily on me at the very thought of the dance, of confirming further to the student body that I was indeed dating Kakashi.
Fortunately, the decision was made for me.
"May I have this dance, Iruka-sensei?" Kakashi asked, extending a hand. The vague amusement had returned to his voice, and the rush from the bathroom was still very present. There was no way I could resist him.
"Why not?" I replied, taking it.
Maybe this evening hadn't turned out so bad after all.
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A/N: Haha, yes! Next chapter will be a challenge to write :3 So, shut-up-kissing in a bathroom, eh? What naughty boys you are ;) Kukuku, song of the chapter becomes possibly more relevant next chapter XD Three guesses why XD So review, because reviews make everything more awesome!