I'm sorry! I'm sorry that it took so long! I've been busy.
Thanks KC for previewing it for me. I didn't change a whole lot, mainly because I didn't have time. You'd think with a week off from school I could find some time. O.o Although I did add a paragraph somewhere. I can't remember where.
Chapter 6: 8x5 Death
Kakashi watched the blue ball of chakra that hid behind the bed for a moment, desperately arguing mentally that this was not an unreasonably insane escapade. Though, admitting the fact to himself, it was not normal for a twenty sixth year old Shinobi to be breaking into a twelve year old girl's room without some rumors going around, he knew this was necessary. His relationship was at stake after all.
His heart stopped, train of thought derailing as he could see a corner of bright orange sitting, closed, on the edge of the bed. She had been reading the book! But now she had put it down and she was-
"BWUAHAHAHAHA!" The girl burst into untamed laughter, nearly causing a rain of attacks to fall on her it was so unexpected. Kakashi had disappeared instantly at the noise, but reappeared seconds later to bare down before her. Horror crashed upon his heart as he only needed to glance at what she held in her hands.
Before he could snatch away the crinkly object she had straightened, she was kicking at his knee in shock and fear, a small yell of surprise escaping her lips. He had forgotten his entire plan when he'd seen the contents that, once taped to the back of the book, were now scrunched in her hands.
She couldn't scream she was so shocked, she could only slide beneath her bed and out the other side.
"Wait, kid! Come back!" His pleas went unheard.
She leapt out the window with all the grace and ease of a scared bird, hitting her head on the way out and whimpering when she tripped and fell directly on her face.
Kakashi teleported with a pop to stand outside the window, grabbing her arm and ripping from her hand the special Icha Icha Volume Eleven contents; none other than his precious written but never delivered, full out, mushy, squishy, fluffy love letters to his darling Iruka-sensei.
She stared at him for a moment. "Kakashi?" her face blanched as she registered. "You're… you're Kakashi-koi?" her face suddenly began to redden as she tried to restrain laughter. "You wrote those love letters to Iruka-sensei?" she began giggling, her hand shooting up to clasp over her mouth.
Kakashi's pale skin above his mask had turned slightly pink, the rest of his beat red face and scowl hidden behind his mask and hitai-ate. He raised a threatening finger, waving it at her face, "If you mention this to anyone I will know. And I will come back to find you." He growled, suddenly popping out of sight before her very eyes.
She stood, shocked for a few moments with fear lacing her heart at the threat. They were only love letters. Though they had to be, she admitted, the most hilariously cliché and mushy love letters she'd ever read. The pet names for both Iruka-sensei and the Kakashi-koi himself had been the funniest part. When she sat in Iruka's class from now on, she was sure her inner laughter would never stop. She couldn't imagine anyone calling Iruka-sensei Ruru-kun, a thought which she'd sooner forget.
She took hesitant steps back to her bedroom window, climbing through and walking across the mess of magazines, books, clothes, and random toys, to go sit on her bed. Bright orange caught her eye; Icha Icha Paradisu Volume Eleven still sat, abandoned and neglected, on the corner of the bed where she'd left it. She froze in fear, looking around to see if that crazy white haired shinobi had come back yet.
She picked up the book hesitantly, mind already reeling as she scrambled to figure out how to return it too him without dieing in the process. Just as she was about to stand, a sharp pain in her left leg made her stop and look down. The corner of a photo had just pricked her gently, the photo now lay face up in her lap.
"Oh my… Kami-sama…! I didn't know…. Iruka-sensei was gay and kinky…!" she stared at the picture, stomach knotted. She could never look at Iruka-sensei the same again.
He played himself up as so innocently good. He was a model in Konoha village, even Ronna could recognize that. His sweet demeanor and kind almond chocolaty eyes were always welcoming to children and adults alike. His smile was also so blameless. But now… that mouth was so tainted. As was the rest of his body.
POP!
"ARH!" Kakashi snatched the picture and the book away, heart still thumping wildly. He disappeared without so much as a last unintelligible syllable to remember him by.
She sat in complete shock once more, finger tips touching where the picture had once been clasped gently. "Ah…!" she looked down at the floor, three more pictures were littered there where they'd fallen with the other. "Come back!" she hissed, wildly looking around at the air. "Hey! Hey you! With the book and the crappy love letters!"
POP!
"Where are the rest!" He stared at her with such severe eyes it took all her might not to flail at the pictures and yell that she hadn't looked at them.
He gathered the rest, then stared at her a second. "How old are you?" he grunted.
"Twelve." She murmured quietly.
"Good. You'll grow out of any side effects." He lifted his hitai-ate, the sharingan spinning madly. Ronna couldn't help but stare at the red eye with black tears spinning around the active pupil. As she was about to inquire, she promptly forgot her question. Then, there was nothing.
o0O0o
Kakashi dropped his hitai-ate, satisfied. His hands let go of one another when the jutsu had finished and the girl and slumped sideways on the bed, asleep. She wouldn't remember the last twenty minutes. That's all he needed to preserve Iruka's dignity. And his of course.
He climbed out the window, silently commending himself on a problem well solved. He had panicked a bit in the middle, but pulled himself together in time at the end. Generally pleased, he quickly got over the stress he had been experiencing for the past few days and gently taped the book's special contents into the back once more. He opened the dirty and worn out book to somewhere in the middle and continued his destinationless journey down the sidewalk."Kakashi! You found it!" Raidoh grinned roughly to the fellow jounin when he was close enough in hearing range.
"Yup."
"Genma said you were going berserk looking for it." Raidoh eyed the book suspiciously.
"Eh. Not really." He shrugged nonchalantly, eyes never leaving the page.
"Glad to see you're back to normal."
"Mmm… how can you tell?"
"You're two hours late meeting Tsunade!"
Yaaay! Kakashi his his book back! And there's ONE MORE CHAPTER. Actually it's an epilogue. XD
-Aia