Ok, so, here's chapter seven! Yay! I'd have to say I'm really pleased with how this is coming along.
Now, I'll try to upload chapter 8 next Monday, but I can't promise anything. If the week comes around and I still haven't put it up, I'll put up a preview of what's to come in it.
It's just that I'm a little swamped with my schoolwork at the moment, and I'm typing at every opportunity I get.
So, thanks for reading this far!

Soft chirping of birds floated in through the window and a pool of light warmed Renita's skin. It was a comfortable feeling, one of the mornings where someone could just stay in bed without a care in the world. This was exactly how Renita felt and she struggled to open her eyes, but she forced the muscles in her eyelids to lift. A smile lit her face as the body of Kakashi was still there, only during the night he had reached out and put his left hand on her waist, just above her pelvis. Heat emitted from his palm so she had one spot on her body warmer than the rest of her, though it was nice in her opinion. Kakashi looked so peaceful at this moment, still purring as he had done so last night. His hair had fallen over his forehead protector and covered the top of his face, his eye still closed through a curtain of white hairs. She wondered to herself how he breathed so easily under the mask, because it looked as if it constricted his skin. She pondered why he wore that mask, and was tempted to peel the material back and look at it, but stopped herself for fear of making him angry. He held so many mysterious about him, and it hadn't been long since they had met but her feelings towards him were honest and true. She could trust him whole-heartedly.
Renita extended her right hand and pushed the hairs that had gracefully arced over his face, caressing his face afterwards. Kakashi stirred, making half-hearted grumbles but rubbing his cheek into her palms.
'Hibiscus' he said, barely audible in his sleepy state.
'Hmm?'
'You smell of hibiscus'
'This would have to be the strangest wake up I've ever had'
Kakashi made a snuffling noise, opening his eye lazily, blinking as if he was trying to clear a fog in his head. He had finally come out of his grogginess and snapped his vision into focus when he saw who it was that he had pressed his face into during his sleep. He couldn't recall how many times that Renita had made him blush, but he could chalk up another tally on the board because he had now flushed a pink. He hadn't meant to say that out loud, but now there was no way he could cover it up. No, he had accidentally said one of his guilty pleasures to her face.
To her face!
'Are you awake yet?'
'I have to be now. I wouldn't call this one of the smoothest wake-ups in my history'
Renita chuckled, her voice light and airy and it sent ripples of tickles down Kakashi's spine.
'What time is it?' he asked.
'It's ten-thirty in the morning' she said, flicking Kakashi playfully on the nose 'Which means breakfast.'
Kakashi yawned and rolled onto his back, stretching himself out and feeling pops in the vertebrae of his spine. He had managed to have an amazing sleep, but whether or not that was due to the fact he had slept in someone else's bed: a certain someone else whom he had also dreamed about that night. Maybe it was the scent of her that surrounded him which was the reason why. Next to him, Renita had stood up to stretch, also popping her spine in a satisfactory way and shaking her limbs to get the blood rushing through her body.
'Breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes' she said, looking at Kakashi over her shoulder with a sly smile 'Since you stayed the night, I expect you at the table promptly in fifteen. After all, you're a guest in my, well, 'house' so I do have some guidelines' she winked and began to leave the room, treading in the same footsteps as always and running her fingers through her hair.
'Stay with me…' Kakashi said, his voice barely a whisper, but his message fell on deaf ears, since she had already left the room.

***
Panting heavily, Iruka had safely made it back to his house, drenched in sweat from his usual morning run. He clambered in through the front door, and dropped his kunai pouch on one end of the couch, and pulling his vest off smoothly, tossed it onto the rim of the same couch, just at the other end. He had made his run in record time, having to wait a full half an hour for the sun to rise this time. It was due to the fact that he had this excitement buzzing through his abdomen since Renita had promised to visit the academy yesterday. He had replayed her voice saying that over and over again since the moment she had said it, and he couldn't wait to see her beautiful smile once again face to face.
He stripped off bare and stepped into his shower, cranking up the hot water and rotating his hand under the stream until he was satisfied. He let the water heat up so much that it was almost blistering his skin. Truth be told, he liked it this way, but he couldn't have it every time because of the damage it would do. He had left it running so hot because it stopped him from thinking for a short period of time, and he desperately needed to stop just long enough so he could collect himself before teaching his class. The water attacked his flesh, biting into it and making it sensitive, though it served its purpose. He had stopped thinking about Renita and took deep sighs to clear his head further, enjoying the sensation of the droplets pounding against his epidermis. His muscles relaxed and he stood there with his head facing the shower head, letting steam flow around him and clearing the sweat and grime from his pores. Squeezing a dollop of shampoo into his hands and massaging the liquid into his hair, he began to plan the days lessons for the children:
Surprise test on the ways of the ninja.
Kunai practice- outside or inside?
Chakra patterns in the body.
Lunch break.
Studies of ninjutsu and genjutsu.
He seemed to think that this was a decent lesson plan, and he felt satisfied with the diversity of the subjects today. Normally he wouldn't stray over many different topics, but selfishly he felt like boasting about his knowledge to Renita when she came to visit…whenever that would be.
"Damn it, I'm thinking about her again!' Iruka thought, bubbles lathering up in his hair and being washed away from the pressure of the water. The bubbles travelled down his body, across the 'v' of his pelvis and down his legs, where they melded together into a stream of white falling down the plug-hole. He felt like a little boy again, as he stopped washing his hair to poke at fly-away bubbles with his index finger. How he missed those time, being in a world created from his own innocence, before his parents had been brutally torn away from him at such a young age.
He missed his mother incredibly, but it was many years ago, and they had died for a noble cause. He proudly spoke of his parents as they fought to keep the Kyuubi demon from destroying Konoha, the nine-tailed fox demon now locked away in the body of Naruto, whom he know felt as a father to.
The thing that attracted Iruka to Renita so much was the way she smelled; it was a mixture of something sweet, but also something tangy, the smell nipping at the tip of the tongue if inhaled deeply. It was infatuating to Iruka, but it also reminded him of the way his mother used to smell, his memory retaining the fragrance for all these years. He believed the saying that girls dated boys who reminded them of their fathers, so why not the latter for men as well?
After the water had almost incinerated Iruka long enough, he decided that he was clean enough and twirled the shower taps off. The drips made a 'plink' as they dripped on the tiles as he shook his head to get some of the excess water out of his hair before reaching for his towel. Normally he would just towel himself off and wrap his hair up in his trademark pony tail, but today he decided to spruce himself up a bit. He wrapped his towel around his waist and stood infront of the floor-length mirror in his bathroom, hands on hips inspecting himself. Well, there wasn't much that he could do to change his appearance body-wise, since he had to be dressed in a particular way for teaching at the academy, so he focused on his face. He didn't like his scar at all, although it was the defining feature of his personality. He ran his finger along the deep ridge that dug into his skin and his eyes lost some of their sparkle. He really did hate it, but what could he do to change it? He noticed he had a brush of stubble on his face, and decided to be away with it. Usually he would just use a standard cut-throat razor and cream, but he wanted to look as handsome as possible so he chose instead to shave with a kunai knife. This practice was a risky one, where the smallest twitch of a finger could gash the skin, leaving a cut on the face for weeks at a time. While this was risky, it also gave a superior shave, closer than any other razor could give, and left the skin smooth for at least a month. Iruka prepared a sink of hot water and splashed it onto his face and patted it dry with a face-washer. Carefully, he selected the sharpest of his kunai from a drawer where he kept spare equipment and items for his kit. He brought up to eye-level and inspected the blade, checking for ridges and blemishes in the metal. It looked sharper than ever which pleased Iruka and he began to stroke the delicate hairs on his skin with the cold steel. It swiped at the hairs on his face, striking them off from his skin, leaving his skin smoother than any velvet imaginable. He was pleased with the result, and kept going with his 'beauty regime', scraping his features to remove any chance of stubble on his face. He was almost done when he glanced at the clock, and gasped in surprise at the time. This gasp caused him to nick his chin and a deep crimson dripped down his face, and immediately stung making Iruka wince.
'Damn it!' he yelped, trying to stem the flow with his left hand and throwing the kunai into the wall, where it stayed in a perfect horizontal position. 'Gah! Lord! Jeez! DAMN FLIPPING HOKAGE!'
Boy, did that cut sting! He pressed his palm onto the nick in his chin; waiting for the blood to stop that seemed to be gushing out to no end. He doubled over the sink and reached a hand up to the cupboard above. His hand scrabbled around the shelves until he felt his leather shaving kit and flicked it down where he caught it expertly. He flipped open the top and pulled out a small bottle of aftershave. He was going to regret this immensely, but he had to finish the job since he had started it already. Bracing himself for the worst, he tipped a small amount of the clear liquid into his palms, rubbed them together and tapped his face with the musky cologne.
'GAHHHHHH!'
'NNGGRRRRR'
'AHHHHHHHH'
'HARRRRRGGGHHH'
'MOTHER OF-'
Iruka curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor, the white tiles cooling his body immensely since his shower before. He knew that this was going to be painful, but once the aftershave had seeped into his cut, it was excruciating. He continued to make groaning noises as if it was going to help alleviate the pain, but it didn't. After two minutes, it had subdued and he picked himself up off the floor, glancing at himself in his mirror.
'Oh great, that was a smart move.'
Iruka now had a violent red slash on the right side of his chin, blood slowly weeping out from the incision in small droplets. After all the precautions he had taken to avoid cutting himself, it proved fruitless. Although he had left his skin smooth and stubble-free, he now had a blemish, one that he was both embarrassed and annoyed by. But now the damage was done, and he had to live with it for at least four weeks, watching it transform from a slice into a raw pink seal in his skin. He sighed, and packed up the mess that he had created during his spasms of pain. He felt a draught around his pelvis, and realised his towel had dropped, cool air floating around making him shiver. He picked up the towel, wrapping it loosely around his hips again and walking through to his bedroom, scrounging for a set of clean clothes to dress in. Rummaging through his drawers, he found a spare set of shinobi attire, and thought to himself that he really needed to do his washing before he ran out of decent clothes to wear, as he looked at other moth-eaten shirts and underwear.
Pulling the shirt over his head and the pants over his legs, he dressed himself briskly and flew out of the door. When he had looked at the clock before, he didn't realise that there was ten minutes before class started and he hadn't even left yet. Swiftly grabbing his vest, he scampered out the door and began a full-pelt run to the academy, hoping he would make it in time before the children started to run amok.

***
Kakashi was too warm to leave the bed, but he had managed to procrastinate a further thirteen minutes. He wanted to stay there for another week, but he also had to make it to the kitchen table in two minutes. He also had no idea where the kitchen was, but instead counted to twenty slowly, trying to wake up just a little bit more. Curling his fingers behind his head, he pulled himself into a sitting position by a sit-up manoeuvre, feeling his stomach muscles tense in protest after being so relaxed for a number of hours. Scratching his stomach underneath his clothes and yawning wide, he decided to get up, dragging himself and the quilt with him, wrapping it around him over his shoulders like an oversized cloak. His feet made the same 'pad' sound on the floor boards, the edge of the quilt sweeping the floor as he stepped, following a fresh set of prints leading to another room in the run-down building. They turned away from the others, leaving a trail which travelled further towards the end of the establishment. It grew chillier the further he travelled down, the floor becoming a slab of concrete rather than the comfortable wood. Stepping onto a dark grey area of concrete, he was now in the kitchen which was made up entirely of spare pieces of whitegoods and panelling thrown haphazardly together to make a sustainable cooking area. Although it looked messy, it was immaculately clean, so eating wouldn't be a problem when it came to dirt or dust. While Renita was busy fussing over a skillet on the off-white oven/stove-top combination, Kakashi snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her midriff. He didn't think so much about this, but acted purely on instinct with this action. This embrace temporarily stopped what Renita was doing and she froze; both with surprise and a feeling of enjoyment. It filled her with excitement and she wished it would stay forever, though this was stopped due to a small wisp of smoke rising from the food. She broke out of the comforting warmth of the protective cloak and strong arms of the shinobi. Unknowingly, Kakashi pouted and wished she'd come back to him, just for a little bit longer. He would have kept his arms outstretched to her, but she was far too busy focused on preventing the food from burning. Albeit brief, this would be the highlight of his day, this small embrace to her. Kakashi wrapped the quilt around him tighter and settling down into a single pine chair that had been stripped of any original paint and for a later purpose. His head moved with his eyes as he looked around the small room that Renita called home. In his opinion, it wasn't too bad; fix up the walls, a bit of paint and some matching furniture and it would be quite a handsome place to be. The best thing definitely about the house was the view: normally someone would have to pay a Hokage's ransom to get a house like this, but Renita dodged a bullet by taking residence of one that had been abandoned such a long time ago. He placed his feet up on the edge of the table and rocked back on the chair, but in a split second tumbled into a backwards somersault, only to succeed in getting his legs wrapped up in the quilt and rolling across the floor in a cocoon. This only happened because a ladle had been thrown passed his face with pinpoint precision and ended up clanging against the wall, with a giggling Renita at the stovetop.
'Feet off the table Kakashi' she said.
'…msnngghblllmm…' was all he managed to mumble, wriggling to try and get himself out of this mess. Renita giggled again and sauntered to the lump of the ninja on her floor to help him out of the fabric. Tweaking only a corner, she pulled it swiftly and out Kakashi rolled, landing on his hands and knees to pick himself up off the floor. Kakashi dusted off his pants with a meek expression and picked the chair up to sit in, folding his hands in his lap and staring at Renita. She laughed harder and patted him on the head looking into his eye as she did so. Kakashi had managed to put on this expression as if he was a little boy trying to do good deeds for his mother to get a reward.
'Hope you don't mind' she said, ruffling his hair 'but it's potato and leek soup for breakfast. I'm running low on supplies'
'I haven't had that in the longest time' Kakashi replied 'So it's fine by me.'
'Well, it'd be a gourmet breakfast if I had known you were staying the night'
'Yeah well… I have no answer to that… You kept my lily…'
'Of course' Renita served two bowls of steaming soup to the table with two spoons 'I think it's beautiful.'
'It's only a napkin….' Kakashi trailed off, staring into his soup to avoid continuing the sentence.
'Well it's not every day someone folds the translation of your name from a napkin though, is it?'
'I guess not' Kakashi replied, still staring into the liquid.
'Oh lord, is that the time?'
'Hmm?'
'I've got to get going or Iruka's going to be mad'
Iruka.
The name hit Kakashi like a ton of bricks.
Drinking her soup at an incredible pace, Renita swallowed the last bit and ran to her bedroom in a flash, leaving Kakashi all alone to take advantage of her absence to eat quickly, pulling his mask down smoothly with much practice. He was replacing his mask to its original position and standing up to collect the dishes when Renita came back in, her hair freshly brushed and a tropical essence surrounding her.
'I've got to go darling' she said, swooping in to collect the empty bowls and placing them into the sink where they clattered rather noisily. 'I'd say lock up when you leave if the front door had a lock, so, pull it shut please?'
'Ok' Kakashi said quietly, feeling Renita's arms wrap around his middle quickly, pinning his arms to his sides temporarily.
'Ahh thanks, you're wonderful' Renita said, running madly around the place, oddly not making any noises with her feet. She was just exiting when Kakashi took a mad plunge, his heart racing again as he out to her, the words tumbling over and out his mouth:
'Havedinnerwithmesaturday?'
'Sure thing!' was her reply, her words floating back to from the front door, leaving Kakashi alone once again. Little did she know that she had made his cheeks flush again, but this time, it was with happiness.
***

Renita was running full pelt, the world around her becoming a blur until Kakashi's words rail-roaded their way to her consciousness. This made her stop dead in her tracks as she realised what he had said.
He had just asked her on a date.
***

Iruka had just made it into the academy before the bell, sprinting to the garden outside the building. Rather than having to slow down inside and climbing a set of stairs, he sprinted towards the large tree which conveniently had a large branch reaching out towards the classroom window on the second story, and focused his chakra to his feet. Keeping his momentum, he ran up the trunk, the chakra in the soles of his feet gluing him to the wood. In three strides he had jumped up on the branch and grabbed the edge of the window, pulling it towards him so it opened out and he could slide through in a fluid motion. Once inside the classroom, he shut the window and sat down at his desk, facing the many tiered benches where the students sat for lessons at the very time the bell rang, footsteps of children thundering on the wooden floors to begin the day.
Iruka tried to steady his breathing as the children pushed their way into the class to take their seats. A few of them chanted 'Good morning Iruka-sensei' on their way past and he smiled a broad smile to them. When the last child had been seated, Iruka stood up, and addressed the class:
'Good morning students' he said brightly 'I have a very special treat for you today.' The children began to whisper between each other at this remark.
'Now now, settle down children' he continued, waving down the banter with his hands 'Today we're going to have a special visitor come in and talk to us today.'
Majority of the children groaned at this.
'It's not going to be Gai-sensei again is it?' a little boy piped up, making the others children groan more heavily.
'No no' Iruka said, making a face at the memory of Gai's speech to the children. That had been…interesting.
'Our guest today is a young kunoichi.'
This made the class break out in excited whispers, especially among the girls.
'A kunoichi really?' said a fiery red-headed girl with her hair tied up in two large pig-tails, excitement filling her little face as she held her hands in fists and brought them to her chin.
'Yes Moegi, this time it is. She's new here to the village and she offered to talk to us today. She'll be here sometime soon so for now, it's time for a quiz!'
The children groaned a bit but they were more excited about this mysterious guest speaker. Iruka chuckled to himself and leaned back against the desk, thinking of questions to fire at the children.
'Ok, first question' he started 'What is the fourth shinobi rule?'
A few hands shot up into the air, so Iruka picked one at random.
'A shinobi must always put the mission first!'
'Correct. Ok, who can tell me another?'
More hands shot into the air.
'A shinobi must see the hidden meaning within the hidden meaning!'
'Again, correct. Keep it up everyone. Anoth-'
A soft knock at the door interrupted his speech, and all heads flicked towards it.
'Konohamaru' Iruka said 'Can you get the door?'
A young boy with short spiky hair, a yellow t-shirt, grey pants and a long blue scarf stood up and opened the door. Iruka didn't need to look at who it was before he knew who was standing in the doorway, because that all-too-familiar tropical scent filled his nose and he started to melt inside. Renita was standing in the doorway with her hands neatly together infront of her and the girls in the classroom let out gasps of awe. Renita smiled sweetly at Konohamaru.
'Why thankyou' she said 'What a perfect little gentleman.'
Konohamaru smiled a bit and took his seat. Sure, he thought she was pretty but just like everyone else, the first thing he noticed was the forehead protector. Konohamaru went back to his seat as Renita walked towards Iruka, who was smiling from ear to ear.
'Class' he started 'This is our special guest. This is Renita Takahashi.'
The little girls all said good morning cheerily to her, while the boys chanted their standard good-mornings.
'Hi everyone' Renita said. She was nervous inside, but she didn't want to let the children know that.
'We were just going through some rules of the shinobi' Iruka said 'Ok class, what's another rule?'
'A shinobi must never question their commander.'
'Excellent. Hmm...Konohamaru, can you give me another one?'
'A shinobi must prepare before it is too late to.'
'Fantastic class...ok, last one. What is the twenty-fifth rule of the shinobi?'
The class was in silence. A few mumbled to themselves but no one had an answer to give to their sensei.
'No one?' Iruka questioned, giving a bit more time to the children in case someone decided to have a go.
Silence.
It was Moegi who spoke up.
'Does Renita know it?' she asked, curiosity written on her face.
'The twenty-fifth rule of the shinobi' Renita began, glancing at Iruka with another sly smile which made him turn a slight shade of pink. 'A shinobi must never show emotion' she winked.
'Oh boy' Iruka thought 'I fail at that one BIG time.'
The children seemed confused. How could someone not show emotion? Renita noticed the confused expressions on the children.
'Basically' she began 'This rule implies that the act of subduing a shinobi's emotions is in place. Really, no one can ever cease to have emotion, but it just means that you…mask them in the face of battle.'
'Good explanation Renita' Iruka smiled, seeing the understanding dawn across the children's faces.
'Ok class, time for some kunai practice.'
Delight erupted from the children as they stood up eagerly from their seats. Iruka started to collect the well worn and dented training post from the cupboard when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
'Leave that in here. I have an idea' Renita said, smiling her trademark grin at him, which he adored so much.

Iruka was lined up along with the class, a slight wind blowing through the many hairs and layers of clothes.
'Are you sure about this Renita?' Iruka shouted, his voice wavering slightly with concern.
'Perfectly!' she yelled back, ten metres away.
'Ok class, get ready. We'll have three students aiming at... (he swallowed deeply) at Renita...'
'Iruka-sensei, are you sure about this?' Moegi asked frightened.
'Sh-she knows what she's doing' Iruka replied, trying to convince her everything was perfectly fine, although inside he had butterflies fluttering around restlessly.
'I'll go first!'
Konohamaru was jumping up and down, waving his arm like a flag on a windy day,
'Of course' Iruka thought, looking at the eager boy 'When it's a chance to show off, you jump at it with full attention.'
'Ok, Konohamaru, you can go first. Pick another two to practice with you.'
'Alright!' Konohamaru said, fist-pumping.
He picked two other children from the class and the three of them stood a foot infront of the class, armed with a kunai and a shuriken.
'Ready?" Iruka called over to Renita.
'Just a second!'
She brought her hands together and two shadow clones appeared either side of her. She murmured something to them and the two clones ran in opposite directions, roughly twenty metres away. She then began to unravel her bandages on her arm, tucking the wrappings into a pocket in her vest and settling into her familiar fighting stance, her left arm infront of her face with her legs in a half-lunge.
'Lay it on me, kids!' she called back.
Konohamaru grinned wickedly and shouted a cry, which made all three children throw the kunais at her at once; one landed a little way infront while the other two had surprising accuracy, aiming for Renita. She just smiled and built up her chakra, sending a little wave at the oncoming trajectories. One kunai each went in separate directions, to which the shadow clones then caught them in mid-air.
All of the children plus Iruka just stood in awe, marvelling at the way the kunais had been deflected so easily. Even Konohamaru was impressed, but he wasn't about to give up. He was determined to hit his target, so he threw the shuriken at her too, but with the same result. It was simply blown away and caught by a shadow-clone.
Iruka now knew what exactly the ridges in her arm were, and he couldn't believe it. A sound ninja? He had this sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, almost disgusted with the fact that he was attracted to someone that should be the enemy. And yet, there was something inside him that overruled this instinct and replaced it with a bubbly feeling, the butterflies now gone. He had no reason to worry about her anymore. Although she looked delicate, Renita was not someone to be messed with when the time was right. He started clapping, and the class joined in, his feelings for her now increased ten-fold. She was something special.
'Is that all you kids have?' she called, her voice a playful tone.
'We're just getting started!' Iruka replied, and for the next hour and a half, the children threw kunai after kunai and shuriken after shuriken at her, sending them flying in wayward directions, with the shadow clones running around madly catching them all.

'That was the most entertained I've ever seen them' Iruka said, helping to collect the ninja tools back into a wooden box, the shadow clones' arms laden with pointy objects.
'I used to do that with my brother all time' Renita said, dumping the tools into the box. Who knew that children could make so much mess outside?
'My dad used to watch us sparring together before…before.,,'
'Before what?'
'…it's nothing' she finished, her face now full of sadness.
Now, the code of conduct is that teacher's must never hug anyone while in the middle of a lesson due to teacher-student confidentiality. Plus it would also contradict the lesson beforehand about a shinobi never showing emotion, but something inside Iruka decided that this was a different cause altogether.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into a tight embrace. He knew something was wrong, but being a somewhat shy individual, he never wanted to push on matters that were uncomfortable for the other person. So, he settled for an open hug, and Renita returned it back, feeling comfortable in the warmth of Iruka's arms.
'It's alright' he said, finally pulling away after at least counting up to five 'one-Konohagakure's' in his head. 'So, that's what those ridges are, huh?'
'Huh? Oh yeah. That's my little secret.'
'Well, if that's the little secret, what's under the headband?'
'…a bigger secret?'
The two of them collapsed into giggles at this, and walked back over to the class. The girls were now marvelling at Renita, who was walking gracefully with them. They spouted out questions to her all at once, eager for answers.
'How old are you?'
'Can I do what you just did?'
'Can I be just like you one day?'
'Can I train with you sometime?'
'You smell pretty' (this actually happened to come from a little boy)
'Are you and Iruka-sensei together?'
Renita just laughed her usual tinkly laugh.
'Ok, so I'm nineteen. Probably not, it's a special thing I was born with. I suppose if you train hard enough you can be like me. I'll see if I can find some time and I can show you some cool jutsu. Thankyou, I'm glad someone thinks I smell pretty. No, Iruka-sensei and I are not together. We're just very close friends.'
'Which could change entirely' she thought to herself, thinking of Iruka being her boyfriend. An all-too-familiar sensation in her stomach came back, tickling her insides.
'Come on girls' Iruka called back. 'Let's not bother her too much or she might not stay the whole day with us.'
In a mixture of giggles and whispers, the young girls ran off back to the classroom.
'Will you stay the whole day?' Iruka asked, falling back to walk with her.
'Sure, I can stay' Renita smiled, watching Iruka's smile become wider.
'Thanks so much for helping out today.'
'Oh it's no problem. I'm kind of enjoying being back at school.'
'Trust me, today they're on a good day. I think you've got a fan club. I won't be surprised if the girls start wearing headbands or things over their eyes now.'
'Haha, oh really? This I need to see.'
'I'll let you know if they do.'
'Appreciated.'
They walked in silence until they had reached the class room door. Renita went to open it but Iruka's hand grasped hers before her fingers could touch the doorknob.
'Wait' he said, his tone suddenly serious now.
'What's wrong?'
'Umm…I just… I was wondering if…' Iruka stammered, unable to get the words he wanted out.
'…do you want to go to dinner with me this Friday?'
Renita was taken aback. Two dates in the space of one day?
Two.
By older men.
OLDER MEN!
'I'd love to' she said, smiling at him. 'But can I have my hand back now? You're crushing it.'
'Oh, sorry' Iruka said, relaxing both his grip on her and his entire body.
'Pfft, wasn't so hard' he thought to himself.
'Thanks for that' Renita giggled 'Now we better get back inside before the class gets suspicious.'

Well, there you have it. Chapter seven.
As an anecdote, 'One Konohagakure' is the same as counting as 'One mississippi'...incase someone didn't get that...
But you're all smart people so you would have. Derr, silly me :P

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