A/n: Alright, here is where the story ACTUALLY begins!


Iruka was exhausted. Absolutely exhausted. He spent the entire week trying to teach a class of thirty hyper-active children, a few of which had a freakishly good aim.

He then spent half of his weekend working the mission desk and/or marking. So yes, he was very tired.

Iruka yawned as the last jounin handed in his report, and left to go home. It was almost three am, and it was Iruka's turn to lock up. He yawned again as he slowly gathered up all his things, picking up his keys from off the desk, and walked even slower to the door.

There was no use in running all the way home. Not like anyone was waiting for him…

Iruka shook his head, there was no time for self pity…at least, not here.

He turned at locked the door then he left. As he walked home, his bag slung over his shoulder, he looked around at all the homes. There we close to no lights on. Almost everybody was asleep. He yawned again. Ouch. Migraine. Pain.

Iruka stumbled slightly, feeling a bit nauseous. Thank god he was almost home, his head was going to explode. 'Ahh…the last thing I need right now is for that-'

"Yo."

Iruka jumped and spun around quickly, dropping the pile of tests he had just graded onto the ground.

"Don't hurt yourself."

Bent down to pick up all the papers, and glared up at the silver haired man.

"What the fuck do you want?"

Iruka was one pissed off ninja. And, had one hell of a temper. Bad combo. Very bad combo. But, this was the meal that Kakashi was looking for…Right?

"Who shoved what up your ass?"

Iruka glared again. "What do you want?"

Kakashi shrugged. "Nothing."

Iruka couldn't believe this. His head hurt like hell, he felt like he was about to throw up todays breakfast, lunch and dinner all together. He needed to get home.

Iruka straightened back up with all his papers and looked at Kakashi.

"Well, if there's nothing I can help you with, Hatake-san, then I must be going." He turned to leave.

Kakashi rolled his visible eye and snorted.

Iruka froze and turned to stare at Kakashi. "What?"

You could tell Kakashi was smirking. Iruka didn't like that.

Kakashi shook his head, "Oh nothing…I just find it funny at how predictable you are."

Iruka stared at him. "…Predictable?"

Kakashi nodded. "Predictible."

He continued to stare. "I'm predictable…?"

The jounin wasn't even paying attention. "And really boring too… " He glanced at Iruka, who was staring at him…still. "The same thing…everyday…every week…every night…"

Iruka crossed his arms. "What makes you think that?"

"Because I know you. I see you everyday. The same smile, the same looks…the same everything." He looked back at Iruka, who's expression was slowly turning into one of rage. "You're Umino Iruka. You're Naruto's old teacher. You're a chuunin. You're weapon of choice would have to be a red marking pen. You're the same, predictable and boring teacher."

Iruka stared at him, quickly forgetting about his headache.

"You think…that you know me? You think that that's all there is to me? Just because you know my name and have seen me a few times, you think you've got me all figured out? How dare you. How dare you come to me, just because you're bored and all alone!"

He glared at him. "And you say I'm boring? You say that I'm predictable? What about you? You sit on your ass all the time, reading that goddamned Icha Icha, treating your team like shit…" Iruka shook his head and took a step towards him, getting right in his face.

"You may be Hatake Kakashi, the famed copy nin. You may be an exceptional Ninja. But you're an awful human being. You don't know the first thing about people. And that's where I stand taller than you." He glared up at Kakashi, his brown eyes on fire. "That's where this ends."

Iruka, having said what he decided he needed to say, turned to leave. He made it almost to his house, before stopping suddenly, feeling dizzy. He shook his head, trying to rid of the feeling. He felt nauseous, and he fell to his knees, vomiting in place.

He tried to get back up again, and almost succeeded. But the pain in his head was too much, and everything started to go blurry.

He lost control and fell back down on his knees, everything spinning.

He blacked out before his head could hit the ground.


Aha! Well...that's that! So...uhh...time to review, ne?