Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC
Contents: Plot-thickening.
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Ch. 5
Why did I let him talk me into this? Groaning silently, Kakashi is making his way down the mostly deserted halls of the Academy and the trek reminds him a little too much of when he was a kid trudging along here. Well...hurrying, mostly – even then he had a tendency to be late despite the eagerness to learn. It’s the promise of the same excitement in the kids’ faces that helped Iruka convince him to make an appearance today.
Classes are in session, the muted droning of teachers coming from the other side of the doors as the jōnin passes by but when reaching Iruka’s classroom, the sound of oohs and aahs are prominent. Spinning tales, huh, my friend? Through the little window in the door, he can see the other man waving his arms about as he talks to demonstrate a person falling.
“Ah! But I see we have to stop now,” Iru exclaims with a nod to the white hair poking through the opening door.
“Not for my sake,” Kakashi tries, “I can come back another time if you’re busy.” At the hard glare, he accepts defeat and saunters in to take a seat on the desk without minding the papers he crumbles. “Was he telling you about the time he fell into the river?”
The tan teacher always claims to care for the kids, but this time he has no qualms denying their new burning desire. “Silence!” Amazingly, his word is obeyed. “You all know, or recognize, Hatake Kakashi. If lucky, some of you might study as genins under him.”
“But I wanna have you as teacher aaaalways,” a small girl with pigtails pouts, her big eyes already brimming with tears.
Kakashi knows his friend. He knows that right now, while the heart is swelling with pride it’s also hurting with the fear that some day these kids will have graduated to go on missions from which they might never return.
“Mm...you’d be lucky, then.” Placing a hand gently on Iru’s shoulder, it’s easy to shift the attention. “While a sensei is required to be minimum one rank above the students it’s better if the gap is bigger.” He can see the displeasure but knows what to add: “That way there’s more to teach and learn.”
“So...” the girl’s face overflows with disbelief, “Iruka-sensei doesn’t know everything?”
The affirmative answer has already slipped out before the teacher in question has time to stop it, leaving him to send a new warning glare that probably means some sort of trouble. Did I burst their bubble? Heh.
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The kids are fun and curious, already well versed in much of the rough outlines of the Academy’s organization and Kakashi only has to add details to it by use of examples from his own life. While they are listening to the former ANBU, it’s evident that at least some of the children will have new dreams of their own futures.
All in all, Kakashi is content as he later leaves the classroom. This time, the hallway is teeming with students and ninjas alike. Chatter, laughter, shoes beating up a thunder on the floor.
“But I don’t know how I can have lost it,” another ninja complains to her friend as they pass him, “I’ve never once removed it since I got it twelve years ago. It was my father’s.”
It’s probably just a coincidence, but Kakashi can’t help himself. “What have you lost?”
“Suzune’s necklace is gone,” the friend explains.
Shrugging in defeat, the woman sighs, “Maybe the lock broke.”
