Chapter One - Kakashi Hatake
It was a clear day, the air was cool and crisp and a chilling breeze reminded all that it was autumn. Leaves flew about, untamed in the school yard as the elite track running team went for their morning warm-up. The coach could be heard barking out encouragement to the members lagging behind the rest of their group. In any other place, early autumn would have meant stretching out the days of summer and waiting for the bleak of winter to set in, prolonging the months of wind and warmth. But this was Konoha, a place very untouched by summer's love, and the suns embrace. This place was always cold, quite regardless of the seasons, which to its inhabitants mattered very little.
Konoha isn't really a town, nor a city. It is a long stretch of land covering vast forests and lakes and at times a township or two; all miles apart. There is however, one thing that puts Konoha on the map; The Konoha Academy, an elite school for the sons and daughters of the wealthy and famous. Although fame and beauty isn't enough to see you through the gilded doors of this strictly exclusive school, only the crème de la crème of Europe’s youth strut their stuff down these hallowed halls. Strewn amongst isolated forestry hills lies its towering buildings that serve as a place to call home by its two thousand students, each of whom board there during their privileged years of high school and that’s putting it lightly. In fact, if one were to drive up its spiralling, twisting road, they would be greeted by an extremely large mansion, reminiscent of an age-old medieval manor house, looking if possible hundreds of years old. Green moss and ivy grows wildly on the statuaries and up the stone walls of the house that seem to stretch on forever. And in this eerily beautiful ancient university is where our story begins.
The classroom of Kakashi Hatake is, more often than not, a noisy one. He likes his students to learn creativity and discipline, both of which, he stresses, never go hand in hand and thus their appeal. But on this, the tenth day of autumn, his class of fourteen and thirteen year-olds were deathly silent so their teacher's voice rang out clearly in the large room, which was extremely dark and unlit. Students sat alert on the floor as their sensei read, overlooking them from half lidded eyes while he, himself, was sprawled out on his blood-red antique sofa. "And then his hand traveled up her skirt, tips of his fingers brushing against the pleats as it ventured further and further upwards-" Yes, if you didn't quite realize it by now, Kakashi Hatake was a bit... off. "Christopher knew that Anne's virginity laid only a finger's width away from his prying eyes and his breathing quickened with anticipation." After all, here he was reading B-grade porn to his junior English class.
At least that's what Iruka thought to himself as he knocked politely on the open door and made his presence known. "Sorry to disrupt your class Kakashi-sensei, but-" "Iruka-kun?" "Yes?" "Would you mind waiting until after class with your queries that I assume have to do with the council? The class and I have finally gotten up to the good bit - Christopher is finally going to take Anne's virginity... you would be very welcome to listen too, of course." Iruka felt the similar sensation of his cheeks flaring up, curse that Hatake! "I politely decline sensei, your B-grade literature has never been to my liking." The teacher's visible eye flew up in an upside down 'U', "meh 'literature' is an improvement on 'porn', Iruka-kun." Said student now had enough colour in his face to rival a tomato and fled the room. Kakashi, unfazed by the events, began to read aloud again.
An hour later, Iruka watched the group of juniors wander absentmindedly from Hatake's English class, each with the same flushed, dazed look on their faces, a couple of the boys, tripping over themselves to make it to a bathroom in time to suss out problems that may have risen somewhat, from Hatake's readings. It was common knowledge to the Konoha Academy insider that Kakashi Hatake, an English teacher by trade, also spent a small amount of his recreational time writing erotica, or as senior student Iruka liked to call it, 'B-grade porn.' Nothing much about the man was normal, he wore a thin black mask, covering one of his eyes like an eye patch and donned a mop of silver hair that looked as though it hadn't been introduced to a brush. He was aloof, never lost his cool and had an air of elegance that made him popular among both his colleagues and students alike, if not for his quiet humour and skill. Although Iruka had never been one of his students, having transferred to the university last year, he loathed the perverted English teacher, and this was rather unheard of for someone like him. Hate had never been one of his strengths, but Iruka had said he had his reasons.
Yet being in the student council had its commitments and from time to time the senior was forced to deal with the elusive Kakashi Hatake. The school council served as the crown jewel of Konoha Academy, the elite of the elite, although Iruka admitted, he would never have called himself that. He was the art representative which meant introducing creativity to the council, made up of another nine members from all areas of the school, in saying that, the council was strictly senior school only.
Iruka found himself waiting idlely in the deserted corridor when Kakashi Hatake wandered out, whistling to himself in a thoughtful sort of way. The teacher had a rather shocked look on his pale face, "Iruka-kun, what are you doing here? It’s lunchtime." "Yes sensei, I know," Iruka huffed, trying to be polite but knowing he was missing out on his break. "I was waiting for you to finish, remember?" Kakashi stopped whistling and stared at Iruka strangely, who felt more than a little unnerved by the situation. "Meh, what are you trying to say?" "... I was waiting for you to finish your class so I could discuss the Shakespeare themed day that the school council have planned for early June." "And?" "And... it directly involves the English department! We need to organize a time and place to compose a meeting between the two." "Still not getting what it has to do with me." "You're the head of department sensei." "Oh, right." Crap. Kakashi inwardly cursed himself. He grinned, "Guess you have me there." Iruka sighed, not understanding why this man was hailed to such a high regard, "so, as the head of department would you be able to help overlook the Shakespeare day with the council and school board?" The silver-haired man grunted his response, hoping to sound manlier. "Sensei, is that a yes?" Kakashi's visible eye turned into an upside down 'U' and he leaned towards the student, "convince me, Ruka-kun."
Iruka's face instantly turned a rather blemish shade of purple, and Kakashi noted that he had never seen a student with quite that much colour in the face before. "Uh... uh," Iruka stuttered to the smiling teacher and he couldn't help but feel a little hot in the face as his cheeks continued to sting. "My, my, Kakashi, is this how you spend all your late hours?" Iruka turned swiftly at the snake-like voice that sent a shiver down his spine. The science teacher, Orochimaru was standing right behind him. "Unlike you, of course." Kakashi snorted, continuing to gaze at the still madly red Iruka and scowled as Orochimaru lent close into the student. "Hatake making you beg, hm?" The boy shuddered, "Off Orochimaru, now." It was a harsh command and Iruka didn't notice some jealousy lingering in the grey-haired man's eyes. He turned to Iruka, "you have my permission for the Shakespeare themed day, if there are any problems that arise don't hesitate to let me know." Iruka had time to give a fleeting smile, "th-thank you Kakashi-sensei." The teacher winked, "best get to lunch then." And the two men watched as Iruka fled the room.
Kakashi watched as his colleague nodded approvingly, "I would never have guessed Hatake, not in all my years of teaching." The two were sitting in Kakashi's office sometime later that evening. "I would never have guessed you had your eyes on that boy, nice enough too I admit." Kakashi had his eyes glued on to his tea mug, which suddenly seemed so interesting. "Swear you won't do anything to him." "Me? Never." "Hn." Orochimaru leant forward, "jealous of how close I got to him, neh Hatake?" Kakashi rolled his eyes, "I've got my hands full anyway Hatake, he's a senior, you know I only like the younger... flesh." The Copy-nin felt like he was going to be sick, instead opting to ask "that Sai boy, huh?" The dark-haired man nodded, "gorgeous, his body is absolute perfection and a virgin before he came to me no less." "That's what they all say, after all he wouldn't want to disappoint his favourite sensei."
This earned a cough from the science teacher who wisely chose to change the subject. "Interesting though, that Iruka-kun. Always with his head in a book, excels in art class, submissive though- he'll be easy to break in, if you want to go that far?" "I don't know yet, but I don't think he'll be as submissive as he looks." "Oh?" "Yes, I've seen him loose his temper once or twice, quite a temper that boy has." "Sexy?" "Fuck yes." "Make you hot?" Kakashi turned to Orochimaru, "it took two hours to wind the libido down." The snake-man's eyes boggled "must put on quite a show." "I don't think he's aware of it." The science teacher smiled as he finished his mug of tea and got up, heading towards the door, and the prospect of having Sai on his desk in the science lab, again and again and again. He waved to Kakashi who glanced at his friend of many years and sighed, "I swore to myself to never make a habit of what you do." The snake-man laughed, "Welcome to the dark-side Hatake."
Emma: Hope that everyone enjoyed the first chapter, more couples will be introduced as the story progresses. Please review, they help the creative juices flow. Thanks so much to Grace aka: darkangeldothash for beta-reading this for me.
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