[Cross-chan]

Naruto's eyes narrowed, and he turned on his rival once more, blushing fiercely, "Shut UP! No way do I sound like that!" he flared, denying all that was true and witnessed by many, "No way do I beg! I bet you cry like a girl!" He was glad Sakura-chan wasn't hear to witness his dissing her favourite guy, but now that he could, he would! Sasuke was HIS pain in the ass. This was HIS time! "Haha, yeah, I bet your, uh..." in a moment of complete embarrassment, the boy had to stop and think about what would really piss the other guy off... brother? Yeah! The guy harped on about his brother nonstop, but... "I can take it better than you any day! Just try me!" At the last moment, without his knowing it, Naruto had the raven-haired boy by the collar once again, staring him down with stern determination, "Any time, dattebayo..."

Those blue eyes never left Sasuke's dark ones, even when the sliding door of the classroom opened, and a silver-haired mask, with a black headband tugged down over his left eye, paced languidly into the airy space.

"Mmm? I'm interrupting something..." Kakashi-sensei stated casually, staring into his bodice-ripper. A blunt thumb held the well-fingered paperback open as the training-suit clad teacher murmured lazily from beneath a thin scarf, an item of clothing which never seemed to displace itself from his lower face, even in the most stifling heat. Some said he was hiding something; many of the young girls who were fortunate enough not to have him for classes believed him to be the epitome of handsomeness, whilst guys like Naruto believed him to be hiding a gross cold sore, or syphilis, or maybe he was an un-dead of some sort... One thing about Kakashi-sensei was for sure, though. He was a genius. A lazy, far-away, and weird genius who could have as much as the universe or as little as a bodice-buster on his mind at once.

Naruto released Sasuke, and sat by him easily, their trim hips drawn close, and comfortably together, "Hey! You're LATE, AGAIN! We've been waiting FOREVER, dattebayo!!"

"Anou... sorry about that. There was a problem at the gym, and an old lady needed my help..." the tutor offered for the third time that week, before narrowing an eye, "You shouldn't talk back to your elders so much, Naruto-kun ..."

The boy with barbed blond hair grimaced, his ass clenching on his hard seat. He could feel Sasuke's warmth now, but for some reason, it didn't peeve him as much as it usually did... maybe he was tired, or something. Forgetting his anger for the Uchiha, as he always did, the fox-whiskered youth leaned over and whispered excitedly, "Ne, ne, Sasuke! I have the greatest idea for getting Kakashi-sensei back for--!!"

A dark eye raised up to regard the two with interest, moving from one youth to the other, "So. What have we here? It sounded like you two were getting into another fight again..." That same eye fell once more to the book in his gloved palm, "Sasuke-kun was making similar sounds to those he made when he earned some punishment from me, a long while ago... although I could be wrong..." the silver-haired man murmured, not unkindly, turning a page.