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The Uchiha rolled his eyes in the blonde's annoyance, after this, he was so going to beat Uzmaki's ass. As the Uchiha's anger was bubbling inside of him, their sensei walked through the door.
"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 was right, Kakashi was always late and had an excuse for almost anything. But hey, if it delayed the punishment to come, that was alright with the Uchiha.
"Ne, ne, Sasuke! I have the greatest idea for getting Kakashi-sensei back for--!!"
"Shut up, dobe!" the Uchiha hissed, seeing Kakashi walking towards the two. Having Naruto here would make things a whole lot worse. Not to mention, whatever Kakashi was planning for them, would be even more humilating then before.
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.
The Uchiha whipped his head away as a small blush crept up his face. "Tch." he muttered. Although, he had remembered that experience. He was twisting and turning all over his sensei's lap when he was thirteen, and after what seemed like an eternity, the dark haired nin ended up a sobbing pleading mess. But, that was three years ago. He'd gotten much stronger, and was more prepared than last time. "Sensei, I was thirteen when that happened." the Uchiha scowled a bit. "I'm sixteen now, and if memory serves me right, Naruto still wails like a baby when he was back at the Academy." he stated, matter of faculty.
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