Me: OK, lets try a chapter now……My mind is still slightly overloaded from the Quick Thea test I took this morning. I can't believe I had to get up early on a SATURDAY! That's just evil-ness….. Oh well, here's a disclaimer in case I forgot it in the earlier chapters (I don't feel like going back and looking) I don't own Naruto, or the only Het pairing that would be even slightly possible would be Hinata and Naruto, because Hinata-san is the only female in the show so far that I can stand even a little bit, and there would be many more love triangles and much less clothes……

Iruka surveyed his class sternly, ignoring Yuki-san's snickering in the corner. The man had been there when he had showed up that morning. Iruka had been surprised and a little uneasy, due to his dream. He had relaxed substantially after a few minuets of the other man's cheerful and easy chatting, however, and now was giving his undivided attention to the problem at hand; Said problem being the very sharp, not-for-practice-or-kids kunai buried dangerously close to his head in the black board.

"So…" He said, his voice stern and deceptively calm. "Who's kunai is this?"

The only thing really showing how pissed off he truly was was the very noticeable twitch in his left eyebrow. The children, knowing full well how to read these signs, refused to look at him.

The twitch grew.

The children cringed.

Yuki snorted.

The window flew open.

"Yo, Iruka-sensei! I need to discus something with you! Can you come with me for a moment?" Kakashi asked over his loud orange book, his eyes never leaving the page. There was a very silent pause, in which even Yuki was completely silent. Kakashi got the impression that he had just interrupted something very important. "…….is this a bad time?"

Iruka exploded.

"Why yes Hatake-san it is indeed a bad time…" He hissed. The entire class held it's breath, the students because they knew that the jounin was in for it now, and Yuki because things were getting very interesting. Kakashi either didn't know or didn't care about the grave he was digging himself. He had had coffee that morning.

A whole pot.

And a half.

He was ready for anything.

Bring it on baby!

"Really? Does it have something to do with that kunai? Your dodging skills still haven't improved much, ne?"

Kakashi learned that a room of small children could indeed become quiet enough to make even him worry. He was sure he just heard a speck of dust land on the window. He turned the page in his book. Or at least he tried to. He didn't get very far before it was yanked out of his hand. That surprised Kakashi. He was sure Iruka hadn't moved. Looking up he spotted Yuki waving the book in the air for a moment before handing it to Iruka, who immediately stuck it in the top drawer of his desk and locked it. Not that Kakashi couldn't get around the locks. It was just so troublesome.

"Now that wasn't very nice." he said in his usual bored tone. Yuki simply smirked at him. That annoyed Kakashi a little bit, not that he would let on. Instead he said, casually, though for some reason he cringed inside as the words passed his lips:

"Really, now Iruka-sensei, I can understand why Yuki-san over there is grinning like that, but I would have expected you to be in a better mood than this as well. Or are his moves in bed not as good as his looks?" He wiggled an eyebrow in case neither of them got what he was implying. He needn't have bothered himself. Iruka's body immediately tensed almost impossibly, and Yuki's grin disappeared completely as his eyes swung over the Iruka to watch the other man's reaction.

"Class…" Iruka said, his voice soft, hardly above a whisper, but as loud as a shout in the deathly still room "You are dismissed for today, but I want to know who threw that knife tomorrow, or the entire class will have to write a five page essay on how to clean and store each and every weapon in a ninja's arsenal." There was a mad dash for the door. Iruka turned and watched them leave. Kakashi and Yuki watched him watch them leave.

Kakashi had been contemplating ways to sneak around the young teacher and steal back his Icha Icha book when the man in question turned back around to face him. Kakashi had been expecting anger, frustration, hell, he wouldn't have been shocked it the man had started screaming right them and there.

He wasn't expecting a slap in the face.

Because he wasn't expecting it, Iruka's hand connected squarely, with the side of Kakashi's face with a strength Kakashi wouldn't have other wise given the teacher credit for. Not that it hurt. It was only a slap and he was the infamous copy nin. But it still stung like hell, and it surprised the shit out of him. Iruka had always been so stiffly formal with him since the chunnin exams. Kakashi had never even imagined that he had even the audacity to hit someone of higher rank than he.

" How. Dare. You." Iruka hissed between clenched teeth. He had the feeling that he would regret this severely once he had calmed down, but right now he didn't care. It had felt so damn good! And seeing Kakashi standing there with a dazed look on his face was far beyond satisfying. Yuki was still saying nothing, apparently getting just as much satisfaction out of this as Iruka was.

"How dare you come into my class, with your nose in that filthy garbage you read, through the window, inturupt me, and then insinuate that Yuki-san and I-" He paused his rant, which had been building in volume and force with every word uttered, for a moment, and blushed darkly, stealing a glance a the man beside him before plowing on. "Yuki-san is a guest here! What he must think of our village now is beyond me, but whatever it is, I'm sure that after that…..!" he trailed off again, seemingly at a lose for words.

The chunnin took a deep breath, seething, but trying to calm himself, knowing that he had already crossed more than his fair share of lines that day.

"Please do not ever enter my class again, Hatake-san, unless it is a matter of life-or-Death importance." And with that said, he turned on his heal and left the room, slamming the door behind him with more force than was strictly necessary.

After a moment of surprised silence, Kakashi walked over to the desk and made short work of the locks separating himself from his beloved orange porn.

"He hates you, you know?" Yuki said at length. Kakashi didn't even glance up from his book. "I can see why." The other jounin added after a moment. "You pick on him constantly, with no regard for his feelings or his wants." Still Kakashi remained silent.

"You don't know how to act around him, do you?" Yuki asked at length. Kakashi finnaly glanced up at him over his book. Yuki shot him a purely evil grin.

"Good thing I do then, hmmm?" He sneered. And with that he leaped out the academy window and headed in a direction he knew would take him straight to Iruka's apparent.

Me: Sorry, it's short, but I'm working on getting better. Once again, if anyone has any suggestions….(AKA, I'm begging anyone, throw me a bone here! ;;) please feel free to review and tell me!