Whoa sudden urge for AU omgomg

And teacherxstudent KakashixOC whoa

Some may not agree with this oneshot, but, well, fuck you.

Er, some A level maths slipped into the beginning. Whoops, how'd that get there?

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"And so, you divide X cubed by X squared, then multiply out by the coefficient of X..." my Maths teacher, Mr Sarutobi, spoke calmly and deliberately, trying to help us get our heads around dividing Cubic algebraic equations by polynomials. I usually rather enjoyed this lesson- A level maths was a small and close knit group, because, well, funnily enough, not many people were too keen to take Maths as an A level. But today I simply couldn't focus.

All I could think about was the clock's ticking and that English Lit was next period.

"And I think we'll finish there..." Our Teacher said finally, causing everyone to start packing away their things, "I'll see you all tomorrow, enjoy the rest of your days."

I eagerly shoved everything back into my pack and slung it on my back, hurrying to leave. I couldn't get to H block- where my English class was- fast enough.

I was whistling when I entered the room, cheerful- we were allowed to just go in the room when we got there, whether our teacher was there or not. Sixth formers got somewhat special treatment since we were technically adults. (for those of you that don't know, Sixth form is like College, that UK students go to from 16-18. It's a lead up to University, really. You have to get grades over a certain level to get into a good sixth form)

"Good morning, Yoshida?" our teacher, Mr Hatake- incidentally the reason for my good mood- asked, a slight sparkle to his onyx eyes. I smiled widely.

"Wouldn't you know it, Sir!" I replied with a grin, and he smiled. I plonked myself down in my seat, just as my best friend Yoru Ichinose waltzed in, flopping down next to me.

"Aggh, Physics is a real pain..." Yoru muttered, stretching, "Mr Nagato seems intent on getting through the whole curriculum in one term."

"Well then you'll just have to do extra work at home." I grinned jokingly, prodding his stomach. He jerked and gave a half snort, then glared at me.

"Liira! Don't do that, you know I'm ticklish."

"I know. That's why I did it." I laughed, and he scowled.

I couldn't help but smile to myself as I rested my chin on my hand, watching Sensei converse with the class, listening to him speak passionately about literature and banter with my fellow students. It was this man that I had fallen in love with- very much so. And, the really great thing was: he felt the same way.

I was the class rebel- I dyed my hair crazy colours, had too many piercings than the school rules allowed, hung out with the wrong crowd, dated the wrong guys. Or at least, I did. I had few friends, and Mr Hatake was a constant thorn in my side, checking up on me and urging me on in my schoolwork with a gentle hand. It was after a particularly distressing confrontation with my Scumbag drug-pusher Father that I found myself in Sensei's flat with a mug of hot Coffee and a smiling silver-haired male offering a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen. And, since I wasn't exactly used to people showing me kindness, I had burst into a flood of unattractive tears.

I don't know if that was what triggered it, but I soon found myself unable to stop thinking about that certain kind man who'd always been there for me without me realising it. And so, I cleaned up my act, and got rid of most of the pieces of my former self- my tattoos were lasered away, and my nose, lip and eyebrow piercings binned. I still had three piercings in each ear and one through my tongue, though. Sensei still occasionally scolded me for it, but I don't think he really minded. As long as the tongue piercing stayed hidden from the Sixth form coordinator.

When the day was finished, I left the school grounds, submerged deep in thought about how much my life had changed over the last few years. I'd gone from living in Tokyo with my Drug dealer dad and Hooker Mom to living at a Children's home in Okinawa, to finally settling here in the small village of Konoha (A/N: ha) with the person that loved me. Though, according to the authorities, I lived with his neighbour and best friend, Kurenai Yuuhi, until I was no longer his student. I didn't see a problem since I'm seventeen and therefore no longer a minor, but Sensei still insisted that the details of our living arrangement could not be revealed to anyone.

"Lee!" my footsteps faltered, before I clutched my folder tighter and picked up my pace. I only had to make it to the shopping district, that was where I was meeting Mara. "Oi, Lee, wait up!"

I walked faster still. Only one person called me that.

"Lee!" a hand grabbed my arm and span me. I immediately flinched back, then realised what I was doing and straightened, hardening my expression. I couldn't show weakness.

Kobe's black hair was disarrayed, as usual, his body wiry and thinner than before. His eyes were narrowed in the sunlight, the sclera of each pinkened and bloodshot- no doubt the after effects of his last fix. His breath smelled good, though, minty, just how I remembered. I forced down the sadness before it could make me weak to his mind tricks.

"What do you want, Kobe?" I asked coldly, and he flinched.

"What's with the cold tone? You loved me once, remember?" he said, sounding hurt, and I frowned, hand itching toward my phone.

"Once." I said, "But not anymore."

"If you really loved me, it's still there somewhere. You know you still feel it, Babe." he said.

"I suppose I never really loved you, then." that seemed to annoy him. My hand was in my pocket with my phone, now.

"You did and you know it. Don't lie to me, Lee." he said, tone flinty like ice.

"What do you want, Kobe?" I finally asked, exasperated. My phone was unlocked. I had Sensei on speed dial. Almost there.

"I need money." he finally said, after a long pause, and I frowned. "Just a loan, Babe! I've got some unsavoury types after me. It's only a small amount..."

"How much?" I asked slowly, suspiciously. He fidgeted.

"Five thousand yen." he eventually admitted, and my eyes narrowed further.

"I don't have that kind of money, sorry." I said truthfully. And I was sorry- sorry he'd turned into such a mess. I turned to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist.

"But that new fella of yours does, doesn't he?!" I whirled around to face him again, eyes wide. His eyes were calculating, looking out of place in his otherwise pleading expression, "He's got to have plenty of money!"

"How do you know about that?!" I exclaimed, but he didn't answer.

"Please, I'm desperate!" he begged, and I panicked. He refused to let go of my wrist, but all I wanted to do was leave.

"Let go of me!" I quickly dialled the speed dial number and let it ring, but he heard it. His expression became panicked, and he hit the phone out of my hand. It fell and skidded across the floor, into a puddle.

"Look what you made me do!" he shouted, distressed, grip tightening on my wrist, so much that it hurt. "That was your fault! You make me like this!"

I was terrified, unable to get out of his grip as he slammed me against the wall, "Please Kobe, let me go!" I cried, reminded far too much of the years I spent living in fear at my own home. Being trapped against the wall as my Father had done so many times. Tears dripped down my cheeks.

"I think that's quite enough of that." a hand landed on Kobe's shoulder, "If you could please step away from my student, that would be much appreciated."

"Sensei!" I gasped, choking slightly around the lump of relief in my throat. He gazed at me with soft eyes, while Kobe narrowed his.

"Wait, you're her new bloke?! You're her teacher!" Kobe exclaimed. Kakashi just watched him, seeming uncaring.

"I don't see that that is any of your business. Now, step away, before things get personal." The somewhat cheerful tone Sensei used seemed to only piss off my ex more.

"That's sick, Lee." Kobe growled. He seemed to realise he was no match for Sensei so was focusing his attention on me. "He must be what, double your age? Never realised you were into that."

"You don't know what you're talking about!" I denied desperately, terrified. I could feel my happiness fading through my fingertips. "There's nothing between me and Sensei!"

"I can tell when you're lying, Lee. I wonder what your parents will say?" My chest went cold.

"Those people are not my parents." I said quietly, close to giving up. I'd be sent back to them, I'd lose Sensei, my friends, everything... "And you don't talk to them, anyway!"

"I have more contact with them now than ever, actually. I'm their go-between." He said, making me sick to my stomach. They'd been using him to spy on me.

Hatake-sensei stepped forward, edging further between Kobe and I. He reached in his pocket and drew out his wallet, handing Kobe a few notes. "There, you have what you came for. Now leave Hanagaki-san alone."

Kobe paused, pocketing the money slowly, then frowned. "Like I'd leave her with you, he muttered.

It all happened very quickly after that. A hand, grabbing my arm with a vice grip that I was certain would leave bruises. The contact being broken almost as soon as it was made. A glint of metal, swinging in the sunlight. A grunt and thud. The image of my beloved Sensei falling to one knee, grasping his stomach.

I couldn't contain my anger. I didn't have enough sense in me to even form a fist; I just leapt and scratched and clawed, screaming my rage as I ground Kobe's head into the dirt. At some point another student must have showed up, because I heard the wail of sirens and disinfectant-scented man strong armed me off of my target.

"Come on Little Lady. Let go, he's badly hurt." A calm voice said to me. I refused it, struggling.

"Let me go!!" I screamed, trying my best to get out of his grip. "Let go of me, he deserves it!!"

"Liira..." The weak voice froze me, and I saw Sensei being loaded into the back of an ambulance. My eyes welled up with tears. I finally noticed what a spectacle this had become, nearly all the schools's teachers and students watching.

"Liira and the teacher!!" Kobe yelled, enraged at having lost, "They're fucking!!" A stunned silence fell, "Check her phone, I bet there's proof!!"

Dread, embarrassment and pain washed over me. The secret was out. Sensei and I connected gazes, and I turned to look at the paramedic that held onto me. "Let me sit in the ambulance with Sensei." The man hesitated, seeming unsure. My tough exterior broke, and I whispered, "Please..."

I kept my head rested on the bar of Sensei's bed through the whole journey, too afraid to look up and see the knife wound and terrified to see the judgemental looks of the Paramedics. The only thing that kept me sane was the discreet touch of mine and Sensei's figertips beneath the thin blanket of the bed.

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Waiting for Sensei to come out of surgery was Hell, but going back to school would be even worse. I figured I owed my classmates enough that they shouldn't have to deal with me screaming at them over the slightest thing- as I often did when stressed. And I wouldn't leave anyway. Not without knowing Sensei was okay.

Waiting for him to wake up was only slightly better. I had him with me, I could see he was okay, but I wouldn't know he was really fine until he opened his eyes and spoke to me, watched me with those beautiful sharp eyes...

Of course, I would only see one. The other was wrapped in bandages, a victim of Kobe's reckless knife-weilding. Guilt washed over me.

"You're berating yourself again," a cool voice said. The fingers I'd laced through my own squeezed, ever-so-slightly. "I thought I told you to stop doing that?"

"Sensei! You're okay!" The fat tears I'd been doing so well at containing rolled down my cheeks.

"Of course I am, I'm invincible-" he coughed, then groaned, frowning irritably. "Coughing hurts. Great..."

"I'm so sorry! It's all my fault, I should've known this would happen! I'm such an idiot and now you're hurt and it's all my fault!" I exclaimed, furious with myself and feeling sick. Could I bring nothing but misfortune?

"How on Earth would you have known Kobe had a knife, hm? Don't be ridiculous." Sensei said calmly, reaching with his other hand to place hi hand on top of my arm. He winced slightly, clearly suppressing it for my benefit. "I shouldn't have tried to be the big man and impress you by standing up to him myself without calling the police."

I frowned, "Don't try and blame yourself. And you don't need to impress me, anyway..." my voice dropped to a whisper and I looked down, flushing slightly, "You already mean everything to me..."

I glanced up through my fringe to see he had the biggest ever smile on his face. I squeezed his hand and frowned, "Don't get used to me saying stuff like that, Sensei..."

"Call me Kakashi, Liira." I bolted up to my feet in surprise.

"E-eh?!" I exclaimed, "Wh-why?!"

"The cat's out of the bag now anyway," he said, "And I'm not the kind of Hentai that gets a kick out of being called 'Sensei' by a blushing pretty girl." He smirked at me slightly. I only flushed darker. "Come on, I am injured here... for me?"

I gritted my teeth. There was no way I could say no to that look and he knew it-which was why I was never late with homework (and of course, English Lit always got done first).

I swallowed down my pride, giving in. "Fine...K-..Kakashi." my face grew darker still. I wouldn't have been surprised if my head combusted, it was that hot.

Before I knew it my world was tipping. I landed with a thump beside Kakashi. He made an 'oof' sound, and I tensed, panicking. "I should not have done that..." he groaned.

"I'm sorry! You pulled me down I didn't mean to hurt you!!" I said in shambles. He just wrapped his arms around me and forced me to lay back down comfortably. He was warm, and I couldn't help but relax in the familiarity.

A long, easy silence passed, the both of us content to simply lie in the other's presence, thoughts adrift.

I frowned, mind wandering toward school. I loved attending there. Kakashi loved teaching there. We both loved each other.

"Kakashi... what are we going to do?" I could tell from his heavy exhalation that he knew what I was talking about and had been thinking of the same thing.

"Hope for the best..." he said quietly, resting his cheek atop my head. "It's all we can do."

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I spent the nest two weeks, during Kakashi's recovery, on tenterhooks. I couldn't sleep at home without him there, and I couldn't very well stay at the hospital, so I was severely sleep deprived. That, paired with the whispering at school and anxiously waiting on the verdict on mine and Kakashi's relationship from Ms. Senju were making a very stressed and cranky Liira.

The first time I saw Kakashi again at school was when we were both called into the Principal's office. That was how it was confirmed that news really had travelled the whole school for me. Everyone watched as I left the classroom. Everyone whispered and gossipped when the door was shut. I felt cold inside.

"So what exactly is going on between you two?" Ms. Senju asked, lacing her fingers in front of her mouth and getting straight to the point as usual. "I've heard some pretty nasty rumours in varying degrees of seriousness."

Kakashi and I exchanged glances. I wasn't sure whether I should speak or let him. One wrong move could get him fired and/or me kicked out.

Kakashi bit the bullet straight on, speaking the most clearly I'd ever heard him. "I love her, Tsunade." It was short, but said more than enough.

"I see." Ms. Senju's gaze switched to me. "And I suppose you'd say the same?" I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded, gripping the handles of my chair tighter and tighter. I wanted to hold Kakashi's hand so badly it hurt, but I feared it might be adding insult to injury if I did. The silence dragged, making me want to chew my fingernails off. She watched both of us closely, eyeing us. She seemed satisfied with what she saw.

The blonde woman cleared her throat. "Seeing as we've had no parental complaints," she paused to watch us again with those hazel eyes, "I am willing to allow the two of you a probationary period of one month. If there is any more trouble further action will be taken, of course." Her eyes twinkled slightly, "I'm not in the habit of breaking up relationships."

I stood up lightning fast and bowed lowly to her, "Thank you so much, Ms. Tsunade!!"

"However-" I froze; a condition? "You will be transferred from Kakashi's class, Liira. Other than that, no changes will be made."

I was slightly disappointed at this, but it was better than any other possible outcomes. It would be weird to have to call him Sensei again, anyway.

I couldn't wait to finally get through the school day and be with Kakashi again. He was waiting for me outside the gates after Art club, looking none worse for wear in blue jeans and a t shirt. I frowned at him.

"Idiot, it's winter and you're still injured, you should be wearing a coat!" I scolded. He grinned, wrapping the one he held around my shoulders. In return, I took off my scarf and wound it around his neck.

"It's a good thing you're not into frilly pink things." He said, amused, taking my hand. I laughed and we started to walk, beginning the short journey home.

"It is." I agreed, "If that scarf was pink you'd look like a gay pirate."

He frowned at me, touching the eyepatch he wore. "Hey! You know I'd be a sexy pirate." He insisted, watched as I traced the line of the fresh scar on his face with my eyes. "You just don't want to admit it because you're scared I'll wear it all the time and your heart won't be able to take it."

I laughed, letting him distract me. "Sure, sure, that's what it is." I snorted, backhanding his arm lightly, "You're such an idiot."

"Then you're an idiot too." He replied. I rose my eyebrows.

"How so?" I asked, finding his flawed logic entertaining.

"For falling in love with me, Dummy." He said, smiling gently.

I returned the smile with a grin, and didn't even consider pulling away as he pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to my mouth.

"Guess I am, then."