Yasha: Here's the 8th chappy! Enjoy!

Three days later

Sukarae had kicked the covers off during the night. Her pink gown stuck to her body with perspiration. Her face was buried deep in her pillow, the fabric damp with sweat, as well.

The usual chirping of birds could be heard nearby. A small morning breeze blowing in from the slightly cracked window, feeling a cooling sensation as the wind blew across the liquid that was running down her skin.

She emitted a small groan as she sat up. The temperature must've gone up by at least ten as the night went on. Sukarae crawled off her mattress and pushed the windows open the rest of the way.

It felt somewhat humid, but there was a decent breeze. The tree branches danced along with the air's rhythm. She was glad it had cooled down some by morning. She hated leaning over a stove making breakfast when it was eighty degrees.

She doubted Kiko and Naru were up, so she went to the kitchen and made some green tea since she was the only one who drank it. The first, and last time the two took a sip of the tea, they had spit out like they'd just found out it had poison mixed in it.

Sukarae took a small cat like sip of her tea as Kiko limps in, head bent over. "Mornin' Su-chan" the still tired girl muttered.

Sukarae set her cup down. "Morning. Sleep well?" She got a yawn as a first response.

"Yeah, I suppose so." she said sleepily. "I think I spaced out and stayed up a bit too late."

Sukarae frowned. "I guess I don't need to ask why."

Kiko opened the cupboard and pulled out a bowl and huffed. "Gimme a break...my ankle is being a real pain in the ass, I tell ya..."

Sukarae sighed at her hopeless sister. "If your ankle's bothering you that much, why don't you stay off your feet?"

"I don't want anybody helping me, jeez." she returned, sounding irritable now.

"Well, sorry Ms. Grouchy." Sukarae said standing up and going to the same cupboard avoiding her sister's eyes as she reached for a frying pan.

Kiko made her pouty face at Sukarae's back who still refused to look at her.

Sukarae eyes scanned the academy students to make sure everyone was doing their assignment. All was quiet, for once. It had been quite rowdy since Iruka-sensei had called in sick with food poisoning and was to fill in for him and the kids had gotten all excited have someone new teach them.

The jounin was certainly worn out and eager to get home so she could read the new book she'd bought. It was likely that Iruka would be out for the rest of the week which would mean she would have to grade papers in her spare time. Bye-bye reading time.

She mentally sighed as her gaze shifted to the clock that hung above her. Fifteen minutes until the dismissal bell would ring and she'd be free. Well, not really. She would have to grade the classwork. that they were currently working on.

She listened to the sound of running feet as the children rushed out of the classroom as she organized the papers that had been turned in to her.

"What a day..." she said actually sighing this time.

She grabbed an eraser and began to clear off the blackboard that had math equations and drawings of kunai and shuriken written all over it. Another exhausting day was yet to come, although this wasn't her first time filling in for a teacher. But the previous times had been with the older and more advanced students, not first years like this time. The next day was sure to be, in the words of Shikamaru, a drag.

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