*Weary, tired Jazz hands* Oh my gaaaah. It's been a while right? Sorry about that. School went from bad to worse... Whatever you lovely readers do, stay away from AP Economics and ANY form of higher level math. Calculus and Statistics... *shudders* Fuck ALL of that shit.

Time to get on with the story! Feel free to leave me suggestions for the story and what not in your reviews!

Oh... I made some pretty dumb mistakes in the last chapter. Kakashi's LEFT eye is the one that's covered... Not the right... I feel so ashamed for messing that up. Bleeegggghhh.

On to chapter four! I hope ya'll don't think it sucks! Because I kind of do.

Disclaimer: I do own Naruto. Kidding lol, totes don't! I could never create something that awesome lol.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

That was the only word Kakashi could think of as he stood in a foreign, lavender scented room, with his arms wrapped about a bandaged, petite, passed-out brunette. Kakashi looked down at her limp body, noticing that she had unknowingly leaned into his chest, rose-red cheeks causing warmth to spread across his bare chest. Only after observing her flushed face did he realize that his face had also grown hot, due to the frail girl's singsong voice uttering "Hatake-san" prior to passing out. Kakashi quickly shook himself from his stupor by repeating the newly created mantra She's a high schooler, she's a high schooler, she's a high schooler, she's a high schooler, she's a high schooler...

He cringed as he felt his heart swell, looking down at the young woman he was now carrying bridal style about her room. He enjoyed the tickling sensation that her long raven-colored hair gave his body as it cascaded down his arm that was gently caressing her shoulders. He blushed as his eyes admired the modesty of her attire. Dressing in oversized shirts and the baggiest shorts could never begin to hide what she's got, he thought to himself as he took notice of her full curves, an assortment of luscious hills and valleys that he could only wish to venture through. He tightened his grip on her right thigh, thinking that he would get no reaction from the recently fainted angel. Kakashi nearly jumped out of his skin as the small being in his arms squirmed, giggling briefly before slipping back into a deep slumber.

Breathing a sight of relief, Kakashi began to tread around the room, unable to fight his curiosity. The young flautist's room was a light lavender color, with hints of silver and white throughout. Matches her eyes, he thought absentmindedly. Still caressing—er holding, the petite form close to his body, Kakashi laid her carefully across her deep purple and white sheets, propping her up against a pillow and prying her flute away from her tight grip. Holding the flute with the same care and tenderness as Ms. Hyuuga did, Kakashi observed the state she kept it in. He smiled softly as he scanned the overly-polished tone holes and padding that adorned the flute; a clean instrument was not common for most musicians, especially high school kids. He himself was guilty of not regularly cleaning his alto saxophone every week or two. Shrugging, Kakashi lowered the flute onto the flute stand located near the foot of the small bed. Just as he let go of the flute, he was reminded of why he was taken out of the slumber in the first place. Such a pretty sound... So mature. But her tuning skills are quite crappy, Kakashi thought as he pulled her head joint out from her marked spot. She won't even notice in the morning, he thought calmly.

Sighing a sigh full of contentment and relief that his lack a woman's touch hadn't gotten the best of him, Kakashi looked around Ms. Hyuuga's room once more, this time in search of a clock. A small digital clock was perched upon a small white desk along with a neat stack of music, some of the pieces looking familiar to the young teacher. Finally focusing his eye on the clock, Kakashi read the time aloud.

"Hmm. 10:53... NANI?" He had been watching her for HOW long? Kakashi quickly scanned the room, hoping that his little invasion of his neighbor's house had not left any obvious evidence. Before climbing out of the window into the divided garden, Kakashi took one long look back on the now sleeping Hyuuga, taking in the way her chest rose as she breathed, snoring slightly. He found it hard to look away at her furrowed brow and trembling pink-pastel lips, which caused his thoughts to be filled with musings on what the young godde—er girl could possibly be dreaming of. Kakashi caught his eye wondering from her face to her long, marble legs when he realized he should officially take his leave.

Once back in his own home, Kakashi took a long shower in attempt to wash the guilt and odd sense of happiness down the drain. Immediately after showering, Kakashi crawled back into bed to sleep, but not before checking the time.

"11:45," he read. "Fuck. My first day of band's tomorrow".

Hinata woke with a start, looking around frantically for a pair of socks and shoes to slip on so she could arrive to band on time. While looking for shoes, Hinata walked past a mirror, catching a glimpse of her bandage forehead. Oh yeah, she thought sadly to herself while wandering slowly back to her bed. No band today... Maybe I'll just practice now... so I feel like I'm in rehearsal anyways! Hinata quickly crawled to the foot of her bed, reaching towards her perfectly polished flute. Smiled as she brought it to her face, the head joint already rested along her full lips. Just as she began to play warm-up arpeggios, she noticed something was amiss; someone had pulled her mouthpiece out, greatly changing the pitch of her harmonics and chords. She looked at her flute closely, taking note that her head joint was now far away from the spot she had marked months ago. She felt herself getting angry at herself for not remembering to mark the new spot it was in. How long had she been playing so terribly? Just as she took a pencil to mark a new spot, she questioned herself aloud.

"A-ano... when did I move this? When did I put my flute on my stand in the first place...? I can't even remember getting into bed". Hinata paced around her small room, looking for pertaining to the events that took place last night. At first glance, her room seemed undisturbed. Just as Hinata had began to give up her unusual suspicions regarding the night before, a strong breeze blew into her room, due to the fact that her window was opened as far as it could go. "I don't remember opening it all the way last night... I didn't want.. HIM around again... Hmmph..." Hinata spoke aloud, trying to think of when she could have possibly adjusted her window. After nearly five minutes of intense thought, Hinata gasped from shock nearly dropping her flute, her face flushed with excitement and embarrassment as she came to a new haunting and most likely accurate solution to her window question.

It was HIM! Still in slight embarrassment for being taken advantage of again, Hinata slowly brought the cold mouthpiece up to her lips, to test the playability of her newly arranged flute. Enjoying her new found pitch-perfection, Hinata waltzed over to her desk, to select a harder etude to perform. She flipped through her old music, unsatisfied with the simplicity of each tune. Hinata's white eyes soon ventured over slightly wrinkled sheet music with tons of complex rhythms inked in black over the page. Picking up a few, she realized that these were the pieces that Mr. Hatake dropped in the hospital room just yesterday. Hmm.. some of these look handwritten. Is he a composer as well? She questioned as she observed uneven ink prints and misshaped musical notes. Her thin, jet black eyebrows furrowed in disgust as she thought of the odd teacher, who always managed to catch her (or not catch her rather) when she was at her most vulnerable. Her love for music overpowered her anger, so without a second thought, she picked through the pieces, picking one titled "Andante et Scherzo," a solo piece originally meant for the saxophone, and placed it onto her music stand.

Taking a deep breath and tightening her wide eyes in concentration, she began to play.

"Oi! Mr. Hatake, you're late," an angry blonde stated through gritted teeth. Kakashi, fully aware that he was running late, took Uzumaki-san's snide comment in stride by ignoring him and giving the remainder of the band his attention.

"Band, as your new teacher I do apologize for my late arrival. You see, I became lost in the wonderful realm of music, unable to release myself from her comforting sounds and stories..." Kakashi smiled as the students (especially those of the female persuasion) hung onto his every word, really believing that he was heavily entranced with music on his way to work. In reality, Kakashi lost track of time while reading his new soft-core erotica novel. But his students were never to find out about that. "... with that being said, I do believe it's time to get started. Start you warm-up run! Two laps!" Kakashi watched as his new students groaned and began their laps. He quickly turned away as his new fangirls, Yamanaka Ino and Haruno Sakura, slowly pranced past him, making sure their shorts were hiked up as high as possible, and their v-necks tight and low. Kakashi sighed and muttered "... this is why I don't date girls like that," while walking towards Mr. Iruka, totally unaware that an angry blonde band-captain caught wind of what he had said. Well the last half.

Naruto stood motionless, fists clenching around the clipboard and pen in his hands while processing what Mr. Hatake just mumbled. What the hell is up with this guy? '… don't date girls like that'? Does he say that to keep his pervy thoughts in control? That BASTARD! I can't let Sakura or Hinata into his disgusting hands! Wait... where IS Hinata...? Naruto scanned the mass of running kids frantically, looking for the long curtain of black hair and flushed face he had groan accustomed to seeing every morning before his peers finished their cardio, he shouted "Has anyone seen Hinata-chan? I need to speak with her about... passing off some music.." The band collectively responded no without any sign of caring, which did not surprise Naruto; not many people talked to her or about her often. What did cause the blonde's cerulean eyes to grow cold with intense anger was the response from Mr. Hatake. Upon mentioning Hinata's name, Mr. Hatake turned away from his conversation with Mr. Iruka to scan the crowd of kids with a hopeful eye, obviously looking for Hinata. Naruto could've swore that a light blush was covering the visible part of his right cheek. That sly bastard, Naruto thought. He quickly had to hide his anger as Mr. Hatake told everyone to take out their instruments and get into concert arcs. He had to talk to Hinata and warn her. Sakura-chan would never listen, but she would be able to defend herself if things were to turn sour with that creep. Hinata would be defenseless. "Something has to be done," he said aloud.

"Yes, Uzumaki-san. Something must be done," a voice said coolly into his ear. Full of fear, Naruto turned his head slowly, only to be met by Mr. Hatake's lazy gaze just centimeters from his own eyes. Before Naruto could make up some bullshit story about what he meant, Mr. Hatake continued. "You've been SO busy standing on the sidelines conjuring up mischievous activities to partake in with Uchiha-san after practice today that you've forgotten that I'm in charge today. So if you have time—wait, you'll do it NOW—you'll go run some laps until I get tired. Time is of the essence, Uzumaki-san, and musical improvement waits for no one. Go ahead and get started". Mr. Hatake's eye creased with happiness as Naruto began to run his laps, forced to oblige to his new teacher's request.

"Fuck you, Hatake! Teme!"

"Still not tired!" Kakashi sang before turning his attention to the rest of the band. Throughout the remainder of the practice, Kakashi thoroughly enjoyed himself by creating complex minor chords for the young musicians to tune. Minor chords are always considered to be the most difficult to tune, due to their sad nature and clashing notes. His students gave him full attention as he explained the method to his tuning madness.

"Somethings in life are considered to be 'the norm', an unmistakable given that brings contentment. Not happiness or excitement; just contentment. 'The norm' in a musical sense can be seen as the major chord. The major chord has no excitement, no unusual aspects. It is just simply... there. A minor chord represents the danger one can encounter in life, whether it be physical danger or social grievances. Minor chords tell the story of a love unrequited, of something you wish you could attain but couldn't, or obstacles that appear to be too tough to concur. Mastering the clashing pitches higher level tuning that minor chords require will allow the musician to dive into new realms of music, allowing the musician to see that there is hope to be found in the impossible, that things out of the ordinary, things that are often frowned upon still have the ability to transform into something beautiful, something you as well as those around you can learn to appreciate. You kids have just begun the journey that is chordal tuning".

Kakashi grinned at his students, even thought his think turtle neck prevented his gesture of kindness from being seen. His little speech had reduced his pupils (all but Uzumaki) into a strong silence, all of the mouths of those in attendance forming little "O's". Even Mr. Iruka stood in awe, giving a sign of approval to the young student teacher. Kakashi was immediately reminded of the way Ms. Hyuuga's round rose-red lips fixed into a pouty round shape when she played her flute. I wonder how she's feeling... I'd like to check-up on her, if possible, Kakashi mused before dismissing his unfeasible thoughts. Literally shaking his thoughts, Kakashi cleared his throat and searched for his messenger bag which contained his scores and handwritten etudes that he meant to share with his class. Searching through every nook and cranny deemed useless; his music was gone. But where could it have run off to? Kakashi picked at the fabric covering his cheek, his head and eye titled upward in deep thought. Let's see... I had it at the hospital yesterday. I think I might have dropped it there... But I saw it later on. Somewhere... but where? When I got home, I just crawled into bed... then watched her play... OH! HeeHee! Kakashi inwardly giggled as he realized that a certain porcelain-esque beauty had his music stowed away in her lavender room.

Kakashi hurried through the remainder of the practice period, for he was eager to interrogate a slightly butchered porcelain doll with dark raven locks over the whereabouts of his music. He knew it was weird or rather incorrect for him to feel giddy and anxious over a woman—no, a GIRL like this but he convinced himself that this circumstance was okay, simply because Ms. Hyuuga was one of a kind.

As practice came to a close, Kakashi bid the South Konoha band and his boss Mr. Iruka adieu and commenced his walk home, a noticeable pip in his step as he strolled leisurely, finding time read the next chapter of his adult book.

Because he was completely wrapped up in his story as well as his intention of seeing Ms. Hyuuga once again, Kakashi failed to notice that he was being followed to his joint-home by an angry, whiskered trumpet playing student of his.

Ta-dahh? Sorry it took so long guys. I now have two stories to write now!

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