Hey cuties!

Well, I've kinda had a brain poot when it comes to this story, but I've recently been inspired!

I just submerged myself in jazz for a couple of days and went to a festival three days ago... There was such an amazing vibe and the romance... Ahh 3

So I'm back! Thanks for sticking with me in my time of writer's block, friends!

I am kinda sad that my SasuHina story is doing better than my KakaHina...Where my KakaHina fans at?

Disclaimer: It's me again guys... Still just chillin, NOT owning Naruto...

ONWARD, FRIENDS! TO CHAPTER FIVE! HUZZZAAAAHHH!

Kakashi sighed happily as he hurriedly made his way into his half of the duplex, dropping his messenger bag onto the floor and cracking open his "novel" upon walking in. He quickly made his way to the sofa is his barren living room, feeling light-hearted and happy, two feelings he hadn't experienced in a long time. He was only ill at ease over two things, over two PEOPLE rather: Uzumaki Naruto and Ms. Hyuuga, of course. I won't worry about the—well, about HIM—at the moment. I need to catch up on sleep... Staying at the Princess' Castle last night before a grueling day of band wasn't the best decision... Kakashi's thoughts became incoherent as he drifted off into a much needed siesta, unaware that he had left the entrance to his home wide open. The door swang open even more as tan fingers wrapped around its outer edges, revealing a young man with unruly blonde hair.

Enter Naruto Uzumaki. The angry blonde peered through the open door quietly, careful not to cause the hinges to squeak because of his weight on the door. He raised his blonde brows in shock, surprised that the cool, self-aware student teacher had failed to realize that he was being followed. Stepping into the house completely, Naruto slowly closed the door, still avoiding to make even the slightest noise. I'll just see if I can get any dirt on him... He's got to be hiding SOMETHING... He's a perv for goodness' sake! I'll probably find some kind of picture or—Naruto's thoughts were soon interrupted by a loud snore, a booming noise that pierced through the silent room, causing a chill to run through the young blonde's entire body. He instantly began to regret skipping school and following a stranger into a foreign place. Fuck man! I don't even know the guy! What if he wakes up? What if he tells Mr. Iruka? He'll probably kill me, he already hates my ass! Please don't let him wake up, please don't let him wake up, please don't let him wake up... Naruto slowly turned around, face beginning to be drenched with sweat from nerves, only to find Mr. Hatake sleeping soundly with a book wide open against his thin abdomen. Naruto sighed as he stepped closer towards the sleeping individual, realizing that he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. He began to feel slightly cocky because he now had the upper hand in this situation, and felt free to go through the bastard-teacher's things, looking for any reason to call error against perverted creep. Naruto made his way to through the living room, den and kitchen empty-handed; there was literally nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, he had an unusual amount of erotica novels and nudie mangas but what healthy guy his age DOESN'T? Naruto found himself at the doorway of what looked to be Mr. Hatake's bedroom and slowly pushed the door open, looking back to see if he had disturbed the sleeping monster. He walked in slowly, expecting something outrageous or dirty to come flying out. Instead, he was greeted by white walls, white sheets strewn messily across a black mattress, and an alto saxophone sitting upon a stand seated on a clean, hardwood floor. He looked under the bed, only to find pages upon pages of sheet music and more adult novels. He eventually sat up and sighed, closing his eyes in frustration and folding his arms as he thought aloud: "Was I just seeing things before? This guy may not be the creepy bastard I thought he was... Damn. How can I get him fired now?" Naruto's thoughts were quickly put to a stop as he heard what sounded like whistling just outside the bedroom window. He quickly stood up and raised the window carelessly in search of the source of the sound. Naruto scanned the small backyard for the sound's culprit, and soon found himself looking straight into the connecting home beyond the small fence that divided yard into two. His mouth dropped and formed a small "o" as he recognized the whistler—no, the flautist that had been producing the shrill pitches. He watched her play the whimsical piece with sheer joy adorning her features; her pink lips were tipped upwards into a slight smirk, as if she were about to laugh during the performance. He watched her play a little longer, sheer admiration and awe as well as a light blush garnishing his face. I've NEVER seen her play this way in class... I've never heard her sound THIS good either! I wonder what's gotten her into such a good playing mood... Wait... THAT LECHER TEACHER LIVES NEXT TO HER? Does she know? Does HE know? Naruto began to yell across the way in warning, only to be stopped by a strong hand clasped around his mouth. "Hina—MMMMMM!"

Naruto tried to fight and pull the hand away from his mouth, both of his tan hands pulling at and creating a great contrast against the large, weathered white hand glued to his face. He looked around angrily as he was pulled away from the window from behind and thrown across the room by the home's owner, Mr. Hatake. His heart dropped as Mr. Hatake released his face and positioned himself in front of him, his newly revealed eye staring angrily into his. What the—his eyes, they're different colors... What a freak! Naruto thought before being picked up and pinned against the wall, his face closer to Mr. Hatake's than it was before.

"What the fuck are you doing out of school and in my house?" Mr. Hatake growled, causing Naruto to cringe away in horror. "And why were you peering out of my window? Just what the fuck are you doing here? Answer me, Uzumaki!" Naruto quickly gazed around the room, as if a good excuse would physically be lying around for the taking.

"Uhh.. Um... I had to ask you a question! About music! Yeah uhh... I heard that you play saxophone and I was wondering if you had any good jazz records! I was looking through your window because... I 've never seen what a duplex backyard looked like! I really couldn't wait to ask you, I assumed you wouldn't be at after school practice since you left so quickly, Mr. Hatake!" Naruto tried to sound as innocent as possible, but still feared that guilt and fear could be sensed in his voice. The blonde sighed a sigh of relief as Mr. Hatake let go of his shirt and lead him through his small home and out of the front door. Trying to milk Mr. Hatake for his obvious gullibility, Naruto turned around once outside and apologized sweetly to his new teacher. "I really am sorry Mr. Hatake, I didn't mean to alarm you! Well, see you at practice!" Naruto attempted to walk away, only to be turned around by Mr. Hatake.

"Look, you little brat. You're lucky I don't call the principal and Mr. Iruka right now. I know you were in here so you could blackmail me, and spy on Hyuuga-san. I know you think I'm a bad person, and I honestly didn't give a fuck about your opinion until now. Don't test me, Uzumaki. I'll let Hyuuga-san know you were gawking at her, and I'll have you arrested for breaking and entering... that is AFTER I kick your ass. And I know you won't be able to tell anyone of ANYTHING that has just happened without telling on yourself first. You've just successfully shot yourself in the foot, Uzumaki. Now go back to the school or I'll call Mr. Iruka to come and take you back up there himself. Don't ever come near MY house or Hyuuga-san's house again." On that note Naruto found himself no longer facing an angry sensei, but a pale white door. Grrr! Dammit dammit DAMMIT! Naruto stormed away, hurriedly running back to school, thoughts racing with thoughts of how hard it was going to be to expose Mr. Hatake for the perverted jerk he truly was. I'll find a way... I swear I will!

Once settled back into his home (with a LOCKED door), Kakashi paced around his sofa, still worked up from his "visit" from his rogue student. Damn! I need to stop being so lazy! That could've been pretty bad... I wonder if he found whatever he was looking for... Had he said anything to Hinata? I'm glad she started to play stronger when she did... Otherwise I still would have remained asleep... I'll have to thank her whenever I get the chance to speak with her, Kakashi thought as he wondered into his bedroom, closing the window Naruto had opened so widely. He furrowed his brow in slight disappointment as he glanced through the window, only to see that his petite neighbor had left her domain. I had really wanted to hear her play... and possibly strike up a conversation... Kakashi quickly shook his thoughts, reminding himself that he shouldn't try to get too friendly with the girl because of her age and because of the now watchful blonde that would be sure to document his every move. Sighing, Kakashi found his way back to his sofa and commenced his nap, thoughts of a conversation with the princess next door taking over a large portion of his dreams.

Hinata felt her ears suddenly burn as she struggled to put on a tight pair of skinny jeans over her shapely thighs. She pulled on a large white shirt decorated with tiny black and purple anchors and sighed, looking at the tangled black mess most would refer to as hair. She quickly pulled her hair into a low bun, allowing most of the hair framing her face and her bangs to remain in place, slightly covering the white bandages around her forehead and temples. She turned to each side, satisfied with her outer appearance. She then stared at her reflected image, looking for reassurance and good reasoning for her decision. While I was playing, I could've sworn that I heard Mr. Hatake begin to call my name... was it because he recognized his "Andante et Scherzo"? He sounded kind of angry... I think I'll just go ahead and give him his music back... I won't be long... I can't let Neji know I left the house. Satisfied with her preconditioned planning, Hinata grabbed the stack of Mr. Hatake's music and tucked it under her arm, confident in her decision to go ahead and give him his music back before he came over and asked for it. She slowly left her home, locked up her side of the duplex and made her way towards Mr. Hatake's side. As she brought up her hand to knock, her face flushed, thinking of everything that could potentially go wrong. What if he's asleep? What if his spouse is home? Will she think I'm some sort of creepy, obsessive student? Or a mistress? What if he forces me into something! Oh God, Oh God, Oh God... Hinata began to tremble severely, her raised hand knocking on the wood panels of the door unknowingly, much to Hinata's unpleasant surprise. She turned to walk away, but soon found herself frozen in place as movement and the sounds of locks being turned could be heard on the other side of the door. She remained rooted in her spot with a deep blush covering her entire face as a groggy, silver-haired man open the door, sweeping gray bangs away from a scarred eye in attempt to see her better.

"... Is that you, Ms. Hyuuga?" Hinata's red lips created a small "o" as Mr. Hatake stared at her with two eyes, one a deep brown/black color, the other bright red with a long scar going across. Mr. Hatake, now more awake, quickly moved hair in front of his "bad" eye, realizing that she had taken a strange, sudden interest in it. Snapping out of her stupor, Hinata nodded her head vigorously, causing the loose raven locks framing her round face to move about frantically. Mr. Hatake laughed at her childlike gesture of embarrassment and step aside, allowing her entrance into his home. Hinata meekly stared back and forth between the living room and Mr. Hatake's eye before deciding that it would be okay to step in for a minute or so. She slowly walked in, her eyes never leaving that of Mr. Hatake's.

"A-ano, thank you... Umm... M-Mr. Hatake... I have something of yours, you left it at-," she was quickly cut off my Mr. Hatake, who had happily made his way to his small kitchen, pulling out cabinet doors and drawers in search of something.

"I would like to offer you something to drink but I can't find—ahh, here it is!" Mr. Hatake pulled out an old black kettle and began to make tea, noisly looking for cups and saucers for the hot drink to rest on once ready. "Silly me, I've forgotten where I put everything already, Ms. Hyuuga! And I JUST moved in!" He smiled cheerfully at his forgetfulness before waving an arm, suggesting that Hinata take a seat on his sofa while he sat down in a chair across from her. "Now, you were saying?"

Hinata's cheeks grew warm and she looked away from his warm stare, down towards the hardwood floors. "Ah—y-yes, why I'm here..." She quickly gathered the music she had set down next to her on the sofa and held it out towards Mr. Hatake, face still interested in the floorboards of the living room. "Y-you seemed to have left you music in the hospital when you came to," Hinata suddenly remembered the circumstances at hand when he came to see her in the hospital and flushed a deeper red before continuing. "...w-when you came to see me". He took the music and flipped through the pages, making sure every piece was in its place.

"Okay. I have to questions for you, Ms. Hyuuga," Kakashi started with amusement in his voice. "One: Will you please call me Kakashi? 'Mr. Hatake' makes me feel so OLD! And besides, we aren't at school, so don't address me like we're in class!" Kakashi stared eagerly at the vixen nod her head, a slight grin visible on her tomato red face. Kakashi felt his own face heat up as he watched her hair move from the movement: She's absolutely stunning; pulling her hair away from her face gives me a better view of that beautiful porcelain face, and elegant, unscathed neck... void of any kind of love marks... Hmmm, Kakashi thought before clearing his throat and continuing his questions. "Ahem... And Two! Why didn't you give me my music back sooner?" Kakashi had to stifle a laugh as the Princess' eyes grew wide, full of shock and confusion.

"I-I... Well, y-you see..." Hinata bit her lip, a nervous habit she had when trying to find the right words. She opened her mouth to speak once more, only to be cut off by her ecstatic teacher.

"Did you want to steal my ideas? I could inform the high school as well as Mr. Iruka of your plagiarism you know," Kakashi leaned forward, hovering very close to his guest. He fought to keep his demeanor serious as Hinata backed away, her face becoming an undiscovered shade of red as she shook her head, denying all counts of plagiarism.

"N-nani? NO! Of c-course not! I just wanted to play them! And I liked them very m-much Mr. Ha—Kakashi-sama," she confessed, looking away from Kakashi and clutching the hem of her long shirt until her tiny knuckles turned an even paler shade of white. "Y-you're an excellent writer... Why teach? I-I'm sure you could be very successful," she looked up, only to see Kakashi, walking away towards the kitchen stove, slowly pouring tea for two. Before serving the tea, Kakashi leaned thoughtfully against his refrigerator, his eye focused sadly on the steam rising from the dark liquid in his hand.

"Well... I actually aspired to be a jazz artist, while writing scores for symphonies and jazz combos on the side. Certain... events from my past prevented me from going anywhere far with that... Mistakes made a few years in the past will always come to light in the future, no matter what..." He sighed as he ran a hand over his abundant chest scarring through his black turtleneck, glancing over at the young princess, who's wide pearlesque eyes were now tinged with sadness and remorse, feelings he never wanted to cause her to feel. Kakashi quickly perked up, splashing hot tea on his front and hurriedly rushing towards Hinata to hand her her own cup. "But don't get me wrong! I've always wanted to teach! And teaching has caused me to befriend, many wonderful people..." His slowly turned toward Hinata, a slight blush dusting the visible portion of his face. I really hope she doesn't see me as some freak... We really aren't that different in age... And I've already seen her naked! Kakashi thought as he warily eyed Hinata, her black bangs blending in with the voluminous black lashes surrounding her lavender eyes. She focused her gaze on the large cup of tea in her petite hands, enjoying the sweet aroma that filled her body and soothed her nerves.

"A-ano, I'm glad you've become a teacher... E-even though I've yet to see you teach... I love your music... I-it.. it says a lot about you," Hinata nearly whispered, eyes still focused on her untouched drink. Though she still felt violated and anger when reflecting back upon their first meeting, she developed a soft spot for the young teacher, thanks to his lyrical etudes. Kakashi had come off as an average lecherous male, preying on young high school girls like herself or Sakura-san or Ino-chan... but there was so much more to him. His "Andante et Scherzo," her favorite piece by him, was written in a D Minor but sounded whimsical and free all at the same time. Whilst playing, she felt the need to put inflection on certain rhythms and notes, much like a jazz artist would. She had felt elated, and slightly happy after finding out that Kakashi had been a jazz player in the past. His emotional piece spoke volumes about him and Hinata had to admit: she was intrigued. She wanted to know the story behind the man, behind the music. But how? I couldn't possibly ask him to explain... he might see me as nosy, or immature... How though? She tensed slightly as she felt Kakashi's stare on her intensify; he seemed to be shocked that someone said they admired his music. I can't be the first one, Hinata thought. Doesn't he have fangirls? "I'm a fan of j-jazz... a-and one of your pieces reminded me of a jazz standard I've heard before... do you t-think we could have a l-lesson at the high school about jazz? I know that f-flute isn't usually used for jazz but," Hinata's face flushed as she finally voiced her one of her deepest desires. "... I'd l-like to give it a shot". She glanced up at Kakashi, who's single eye was creased upwards in pure joy.

"I'd love to be of aid to you Ms. Hyuuga," he said cooly, sending a chill down Hinata's spine and a new blush to blossom across white face. "But I think private lessons would be most beneficial. Er—well, for improv purposes. Not trying to be rude Ms. Hyuuga, but you can't even look your teacher in the eye. You'd probably faint if you were forced to play in front of all of your comrades, ne? We should have a lesson during the evening at school sometime... Or we could have one here, if you're willing." Hinata squirmed in her seat, thinking of which option would be best.

"A-ano... maybe evenings would be best... Neji-nii wouldn't be home, so he wouldn't be disturbed by my playing... AH! NEJI!" Hinata looked around frantically for a clock, finding one hanging from a pale white wall in the kitchen. It read "1:17". Neji usually came home during lunch around 1:20 to take a break from his Student Council duties, going as far as taking a nap or simply sitting and listening to music to calm his nerves. Crap! If he comes home and sees that I'M not home... He'll suspect that I'm at band or something! He'll kill me! She stood quickly, slamming her teacup onto a small coffee table and gathering Kakashi's music together to hand to him. "Aaayaaahh! I have to go!" She squealed, just as Kakashi stood up and though confused, headed towards his front door. "T-thank you for your time! Sorry for invading your h-home like t-this! I hope I didn't impose! And I h-hope your spouse doesn't get a-angry with you!" She flushed as she shoved the music into Kakashi's wide chest, hoping that he'd grab it quickly so she could make a quick exit. Instead, he wrapped a large, calloused hand around her tiny wrist, keeping her palm spread across his chest with little movement. They stood attached like this for what seemed like hours.

"I'm single, Ms. Hyuuga," a low, thundering voice responded. Hinata looked up, seeing what appeared to be a soft smile beneath a thin, black mask.

What the hell am I doing? This can't be happening to me... This tiny little doll can't be having this effect on me... I barely know the woman... I barely know the KID! But her touch... it's been so long, Kakashi thought as he looked into still, lavender orbs, feeling elated and in awe as he saw that they were staring back. I can't do this. I WON'T do this. Kakashi quickly dropped her wrist and clung to the music sprawled across his chest with his now free hand. He opened his mouth to say something but couldn't, as the young woman rushed quickly out of his home and slammed the door, transforming his warm, happy home back into the cold, dull house it was just before her arrival. "UGH!" he shouted in frustration, laying down across his sofa, watching the music spill onto the floor as it slid off of his chest. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his right hand while rubbing his left temple with his left. He then rolled over, burying his face deep within the sofa cushions. "What the actual fuck, Kakashi?" he asked himself. He sighed and rested his eyes, allowing his thoughts to claim control of his mind as he drifted into a well needed nap; today was definitely stressful.

While Kakashi drifted into an uneasy slumber, Hinata rushed into her home and quickly ran into her room, leaning against her door for support as her legs trembled beneath her. Raising a hand to her heart, she slid down her door until she was sitting on her clean white carpet, her hair releasing itself from its constraints and forming a pool of darkness around her small body. She firmly pressed her right hand against her breast in attempt to steady the sporadic beating of her heart. She slowly closed her eyes, furrowing her gentle brow as she let heat rise throughout all of her body. I can't believe I went to my peeping tom's home... and sat down to have tea! Hinata's eyes then shot open, and she began to shake her head frantically, in attempt to shake off any spell Kakashi had put her under. She sank lower against her door and blushed deeply as she came to a stunning realization. Not only did I venture into his home and speak to him on a deeper, personal level, Hinata thought before squealing softly.

I liked it.

Is that considered to be a cliffie? Sorry if this doesn't make sense!

I'm still a little lost with this story! I know where I want it to go... I just don't know how to get it there!

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