To zoxy2, yes, I do believe it is illegal for a student to be at a teacher's house. I also believe a few other things that will happen in this story is illegal. But that usually doesn't stop people from doing it, now does it? I'm not trying to challenge you or anything, but hey, it's the real world. And that's why this story is like the way it is.

And I know the math question is hard. It is a Calculus level question. Hence the class she got the problem from was Advanced Calculus. But I can solve it. Totally.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Chapter two: Itachi

Saturday morning. No school today. So what is this pressure on my chest telling me to get up and move?

I opened my eyes and realized the pressure wasn't a figurative one, but rather a literal one. So I wasn't dreaming or imagining things. Aneya is sleeping in my bed with me. With my shirt on.

I slipped out from underneath her without waking her and walked out of the room. I stopped by grabbed her clothes that I had washed last night and placed them where she could easily find them when she woke up. I then went into the kitchen to cook breakfast; I was just putting the chocolate chip pancakes on plates when she walked in.

"Do you always leave your hair out to air dry?" I asked her.

"Well, good morning to you too. And yes I do. It's a lot easier, and it leaves the preferable shine."I sat across from her after setting down our breakfast.

"Have to get used to this new you. I'm used to only talking to you in class." She snorted. We ate our breakfast in comfortable silence as her hair dried completely. When we finished, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the living room without a word. I watched her push me back onto the couch and kicked up my feet; she curled her body partially beside me and partially on top of me with her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders.

"Ok, I know you're mentally interrogating me, so I'll explain my presence here today. Yesterday, Neji was at my place. He almost raped me." If it wasn't for her clutching my shirt hard, I would've thought she was unaffected now. Her voice was expressionless. "I freaked."

"What did you do to him?"

"I bit his tongue until it bled. Almost broke his jaw. And stomped his ribs."

"So why did you walk here instead of driving your car?"

"I was getting to that. Don't interrupt. It's rude." Her command was softened by her playfully hitting my chest. "He damaged it. And I ran here. Not walked."

"I'm sorry he did that to you." She nodded and relaxed into me.

"Thank you for taking care of me." She looked me in the eye. "But if you tell anyone about how I'm acting in front of you, I will make your death a very slow and painful one."

"I know."

As she relaxed again, I remembered the dream I had of her on Monday. That girl was a lot more confident than the one I keep having glimpses of. The dream Aneya is the sexy and seductive girl I met in class. This is the real thing.

"Why did you hospitalize Sasori over your journal?" I asked her.

"He told me he was going to tell the police. Back then, my father was the police. The head of the force. If Sasori had told, I would've probably gotten exactly what I did to him."

"What do you mean back then?"

"I met Sasuke Yuhi last year. He became my second only guy friend, and his gang of ruthless, brutal, powerful, and surprisingly sweet to me friends became my bodyguards. One day, they went to my place right after a beating. They killed him on the spot."

"Is that the gang everyone is afraid of?" She laughed lightly.

"I wouldn't say everyone. But yes. So…." The smile left her face, being replaced by a scared frown. "Last night's scene. I had a nightmare. Neji had me bound to a bed. He said the gang messed up his… pleasure spot. He cut me in every one of mine."

"No wonder you were so afraid." She sniffed, so I tightened my arms around her. "I will never let anyone do that to you."

"Thank you." She slid up so that we were face to face. "Sensei, you have no idea how much that means to me. I need you." She bit her lip. "In more ways than one."

"I won't be the teacher who takes his distressed student."

"But you can be the one who makes her feel better about herself." She leaned her head closer to mine. The look in her eyes broke my resolve; I claimed her lips in a deep kiss. After a few minutes, we pulled back for air.

"Well, I guess I could be that one." She laughed and kissed my nose.

"Good. Cause that's what I need."

~Line Break~

"Itachi!"

I chuckled lightly at Sasori's fearful yell. I walked out of the kitchen and saw the redhead staring at Aneya who smirked right back.

"Is the sixteen hour errand over already?" I asked, making the teen giggle.

"Why is she still here?"

"Emotional pain and suffering. Wanna end up back in that coma?" I sat beside her as he shook his head in fear. "Then leave again and stay away. Until Monday." He walked to the door.

"Have fun, you two." She leaned into me as the door closed behind the puppet maker.

"Let me guess. You need me to drive you home to pack some clothes to last until Monday." She grinned and snuggled into me, cupping my cheek in her hand.

"In a moment. I need you to be that teacher again." She pulled my head down, and we kissed.

"I'm beginning to understand Neji's class behavior."

"Yeah? How so?" Her lips traced along my jaw.

"You are one very distracting teenage girl." She laughed heartily before placing a kiss on my neck.

"So I've been told. You are a very lucky man, Sensei. Had you been a different teacher, you would be in a coma by now. You've seen more of the real me than even my own… mother." Her hand on my jaw jerked slightly, the only indication that she was suddenly not as happy.

"The woman who gave birth to you let some man hurt you?" Her hand squeezed slightly as she buried her face in my neck. "That bi…."

"She was just as afraid of him as I was," she interrupted. "Only, he raped her countless times."

"She should've left him!"

"It's not that simple!" She stopped my retort by sliding her hand from my jaw to my mouth. "Not now. Not while you're upset at her."

"I'm sorry," I muffled, instantly calm again. She slowly moved her hand back. "I keep confusing this Aneya with the one that terrorized me four times a day all week."

"You're forgiven." She went back to kissing along my jaw.

"You don't have to do thi…."

"Do you really want me to stop?" She looked me in the eye and I shook my head, already missing the delicious heat of her lips. "Thought so." She returned to her task. "I could be better."

"Be… better at what?" She smirked against my skin as I gulped. 'Oh, please don't tell me she means….'

"In school, you big dummy. Now that I am boyfriend less, I won't have a reason to be seductive. I usually only ever am when my mate is there with me."

"Boyfriend less?" I can only process bits and her pieces. She really is talented at kissing and speaking in a distracting yet seductive way.

"Unless, of course, you would like to be my private boyfriend. Then I could get naughtily better." I cleared my throat and my mind. Oh, how I would love that.

"How about this?" I leaned over her as she laid back on the couch. "You sit in the front and nonverbally tease me there." That way I won't lose my mind!

"Mm, that sounds perfect." She purred in my ear as I kissed the spot under her own ear.

"Good." I stood up. "Shall we go?"

I laughed as she huffed in frustration. I can't believe I'm dating a student, least of all Aneya. What have I gotten myself into?