Hot For Teacher!

Chapter 2:

"Good morning, Ino," Hinata said, walking into her empty homeroom. The blonde was sitting at her desk, head cradled in her arms. Hinata walked up to the girl and poked her head, watching her spring up at the sudden touch. The teen had white headphones in her ears that were blaring an electric guitar.

"What are you listening to?" the other girl asked. Ino removed the headphones from her ears.

"I'm sorry, what?"

Hinata chuckled, "what are you listening to?" she repeated herself.

"Oh, uhh," the girl looked at the blank screen of her MP3 player, "I have no idea." She turned it off and stuffed it into the pocket of the white sweatshirt she was wearing; it was the only pocket she had since she was wearing a red skirt instead of pants. Her friend sat down in front of her.

"You're dressed awfully casual today," Hinata said.

"Look who's talking," Ino said, looking at her friend's tight, black sweat pants and white t-shirt.

"I had a mishap with the washing machine, that's all…" she replied, bushing a bit. "What about you?"

Ino looked down at herself, "I was running late and it was at the top of my drawers."

"Thirty minutes before school starts is late?"

"I like to see the sun rise, it's always so beautiful…" the blonde said, glancing out the window for a moment. Her friend smiled at her.

"So, did you bring your adapter?" Hinata asked.

"Adapter…?"

"Yes… for English class? Gaara-Sensei told us to bring music?"

"Seriously? Crap!"

"It's ok," Hinata said, giggling, "I brought mine. Don't we have the same mp3 player?" the two girls compared their devices and Ino sighed.

"Thank you, Hina."

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Gaara was running late again this morning; he'd stayed up all night criticizing Kankuro's band's lead singer. Granted, he wasn't a music teacher, but the way he was spewing his brother's words gave them no justice. He quickly dressed in black jeans and a black button up shirt, only having enough time to brush his teeth and wash his face before grabbing his helmet and jogging out to his bike; he couldn't be late for first period. Luckily, the motorcycle gave him the speed he needed to reach the school in time. He had another five minutes before school started so he only hastened a bit to his second floor homeroom.

He slipped his hands into his pockets, remembering today was his classes' music day. A couple of doors down from his classroom he noticed two girls standing by the wall, one fussing over the other's appearance. He soon realized that he knew the girl whom was complaining. Ten-ten – the girl who'd dropped the lingerie on the floor, she was in his last period of the day.

"Yuki, if you want him to like you then you should show him your face! I know he'll think you're cute!"

"I don't think he will-"

"On the contrary," Gaara interrupted, "you have very beautiful eyes. Show them off some and I'm sure no boy would be able to resist gazing into them," the red head pushed the girl's black bang out of her face and behind her ear, giving her a small smile. As he walked off he heard the girl's heavy breathing as she slumped against the wall. A small smirk crossed his lips; high school girls were incredibly sensitive to compliments.

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"All right, final period of the day. Now, who remembered to bring some music?" the entire class raised their hands. Gaara nodded a bit, this class being the best to remember all day.

"Okay, who wants to go first?" he asked. Once again the entire class raised their hands. He snickered and pointed to a student sitting by the wall.

"Hinata, isn't it? Come on up." The girl stood and walked to the front. Gaara took a laptop out of the drawer of the large desk and set it up, plugging Hinata's mp3 player into it.

"So, the way it works is you pick one song, probably your favorite, and the entire class listens to it. Listen hard and two people will state how the song makes them feel. Those two people will be the one whom chose the song and one whom I shall randomly select. All right, now that we know the rules, Hinata, pick your song."

"Umm, okay… Go to… Cold Bullet Blues by Maon Kurosaki."

"Wow, Hina, since when did you listen to dark stuff?" Naruto asked.

"It's not dark…"

"We'll see about that." The teacher located the song, plugged in his speakers and let it play as Hinata returned to her seat. "Close your eyes and do nothing but listen." The class did as he said.

The song played for six minutes and, out of loyalty to their sensei, the class remained quiet. Some students put their heads down as the song played; listening hard like Gaara had instructed them to. Said teacher also sat on the desk, bringing a knee up to his chest to rest his elbow and closing his eyes. When the music ended he exhaled deeply and unplugged the device, tossing it back to Hinata.

"My my, I should have saved you for last, Miss Hyuuga," he said, smirking at the girl and causing her to blush.

"So, Hinata, how does that song make you feel? Why do you listen to it?"

"Well, it makes me feel calm and… kind of sad… I guess that's why I listen to it. It's just beautiful to me."

"I see. Hmm, Naruto, you said it was dark, did you not? What did you think of the song, what emotions did it evoke in you?"

Naruto, who'd had his head resting on his desk, sat up slowly. He smiled a bit and rubbed his eyes. "It was… Well, it felt deep…"

"Elaborate on that. How was it deep? Do you mean that you felt it in your core?"

"Well, I guess… It's nothing like what I listen to. I mean, it's not like I listen to shallow music but it was deep in other ways. I guess it made me sad. But it was a good kind of sad; it was nice to listen to."

"Very interesting, Naruto. Since you stated that the type of music you listen to is different than you shall be my next volunteer if you remembered to bring an mp3 player?"

Naruto nodded and stood up, fishing his iPod out of his pocket as he walked up to the front desk. He handed it to his teacher.

"So, what song?"

"No Love by Eminem."

The teacher found the song and it began playing while Naruto made his way back to his seat.

"Same rules; eyes closed, ears open."

The rap song played out and eventually ended, the students' silence continued until Gaara pitched the iPod back to the blonde.

"So, Naruto, why do you enjoy that song so much?"

"I don't know… It's just my version of deep, I guess."

"I see. Any other opinions?" the red head asked the class. A few hands when up and, after looking around for a few seconds, Gaara called upon a student who was staring out the window.

"So, Shikamaru, isn't it? What did you think?"

"What? Oh. I don't mean to disrespect the music Naruto enjoys, but I feel like it barely scratches the surface of deep. Maybe it's 'cause I can't relate, but I think this is just some guy trying to rhyme pointlessly about things he thinks makes everyone angry so that his fans can think they relate and buy his CDs."

The class stared for a moment at the lazy teen and Gaara smirked a bit. "Well, I must admit, your remarks are quite interesting, I admire that you've no troubling speaking your mind. However, it leaves me to wonder about your taste in music. Would you mind indulging my curiosity?"

Shikamaru's face darkened a bit, wondering whether or not anyone else noticed their teacher's bedroom tone when he got curious. Judging by the girls' flushed faces they did. He pitched the mp3 player to his teacher, too lazy to walk.

"What song?"

"Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin."

"Ahh, interesting." The teacher scrolled though the songs and sighed a bit, "you have quite a bit of Breaking Benjamin on here."

"They're good."

"Agreed," he found the song and played it, restating the rules just after the guitar began ringing out.

After the song finished the classroom was, again, quiet. "So, Shikamaru, why did you pick that song?"

"The meaning is more intimate to me. Plus, it's hard enough to keep me up but relaxed enough for me to be at ease. That and the sound of the bridge always pulls me in and makes the ending stronger."

"Ah, very nice comments. Now, how about another opinion? Ino, what do you have to say?"

"Umm, me?" her teacher nodded and the blonde girl sighed, she thought if she stayed quiet enough she'd get away with just watching him the entire class. "Well, it's not my style. It's just too… heavy."

"Hmm, mind elaborating?"

"Oh, well… I guess what I mean is that it's nice that a song draws you in but it's so depressing that I can't get in to it like I usually would, it's just not my style.

"Then how about you be my next volunteer?"

The girl nodded and walked to the front of the class as Gaara unplugged Shikamaru's mp3 player and pitched it back to the teen.

"Have an adapter?"

"Umm…" she quickly walked to Hinata, whom giggled and lent her friend the cord. The blonde handed it to her teacher.

"What song?" he asked. Ino thought for a moment.

"We are who we are by Kesha."

Gaara's eyebrows rose a bit but as Ino returned to her seat he put the song on. As routine he restated the rules and let the Pop song play. When it was over he tossed the cord to Hinata and pitched the mp3 player back to Ino whom, luckily, caught it.

"So, why do you like that song Miss Yamanaka?"

Ino shifted a bit, flushing over how her name rolled off her teacher's tongue. "Well, I like that song because I can relate to it but it's light. I can feel connected to the song but still have fun while listening to it."

"I see. Any other opinions?'

"Well what do you think, Gaara-Sensei?" a student near the front asked. The teacher smirked a bit.

"Would you actually like to hear my opinion?" he asked and all the students nodded. He sighed a bit, thinking for barely a moment about the words he was going to say.

"Well, honestly, while I appreciate being able to relate to a song as well as 'have fun' while listening to it I've always believed that truly good music should touch your soul and be able to affect you, whether it be positively or negatively can vary. Regardless, this song is so airy it becomes rather random; many lines of the song being unrelated to the original meaning coupled with several computer generated affects in an attempt enhance the song's sound. With that in mind, the song loses its true essence to me. Besides, music should be made with instruments and notes from the heart and not from devices such as computers. Just as well, a voice should be able to stand on its own instead of being modified from its original state. That, however, is just my opinion."

The class sat in silence, somewhat dumbstruck by their teacher's comment. A vast majority of them greatly enjoyed the song and now found themselves questioning their tastes. The red headed teacher noticed this and laughed a bit.

"Hey, you're the ones who asked. I spoke genuinely, would you have preferred a lie?" His rhetorical question was answered with silence until Kiba spoke for the first time since the teacher walked into the room.

"Why don't you show us your favorite song?" he asked, his classmate agreeing with him.

"Well, I don't quite have a favorite, but I currently am quite fond of a certain piece," he stated, searching for a song on the laptop and playing it. He leaned back as it boomed throughout the classroom. When it ended Gaara opened his eyes and looked around the classroom.

"That's the kind of music I enjoy. Sadly, I'm in a room full of high school kids, therefore, in the end… there's an actual reason for all of this! An education related reason."

Subtle 'awe's were heard at the mention of the word "education" and it made Gaara laugh a bit more.

"The first bit we'll be studying this year is poetry, songs usually being a primary example. Many poems are created through and to evoke human emotions such as anger and sympathy, love and hatred. There are several types of poems, can anyone name one?" Hands flew up around the classroom in response to the question. He pointed to a girl at the front.

"Haiku!" she stated.

"Ah yes, a haiku. Speaks the beauties of nature. Quite the flawless choice. Any others?"

"A Tanka!" a girl shouted out.

"Yes, interesting. Five and seven for two more. Yet, not so unique. Though now Japanese style, 'tis still alike the haiku. These are very few of the types of poems we'll be looking at, but, until then, we shall continue looking at songs. Not only will we be analyzing poetry, rhetorical devices and strategies will also be looked at. For now we'll start with quite the renown one; metaphors. Can anyone explain a metaphor?"

"I can!" Sakura yelled raising her hand; she'd been quiet for long enough! "It's like a simile! But you don't use 'like' or 'as', you're comparing things-!"

"A figure of speech in which an expression is used to refer to something that does not literally denote in order to suggest a similarity…" Ino muttered louder than she'd expected, cutting off Sakura and accidentally calling attention to herself. The girl, after noticing her classmates' eyes on her, flushed a bit and chuckled nervously, "I'm sorry, I thought that was in my head…"

"It's no trouble, you're correct," the teacher stated, giving her a slight smirk. "Sadly, you've already got some homework. Come to school tomorrow with a metaphor from a song. Remember, metaphors compare two things, all right? Have a good afternoon and stay dry!"

As the bell rang everyone looked through the window to see the outside world blurred by heavy rain. Ino wouldn't have minded so much if she didn't have to walk… Or had an umbrella… And maybe if she wasn't wearing white…

"Need some help getting home? I have an umbrella," her best friend stated, interrupting her thoughts. Hinata pulled out the lilac umbrella and chuckled a bit, "it's just kind of small…" Ino smiled.

"Thanks Hina, but I'll be okay. I'm going to visit my old art teacher now anyway; hopefully she can help me out." The two walked out of the classroom and parted ways, "Stay dry getting home!"

"You too, Ino!"

The blonde girl made her way to the end of the hallway and down the first flight of steps. She rounded a corner and knocked on the first door she saw.

"Come in!" she heard a slightly irritated, female voice from the other side of the door. Ino did as she was told and pushed the door open. Inside was a blonde woman standing in front of a landscape painting.

"Temari-Sensei?" Ino asked. The woman turned around and her annoyed expression turned into that of pure joy.

"Ino! It's been months! How are you?" Temari asked her favorite art student. The blonde teen smiled at her old teacher.

"I'm good Temari-Sensei, are you okay? You look kind of pissed."

"Oh yea, it's just that," she turned back to the painting and sighed, "My students this year don't even try. It's incredible how I've only got either kids who think they're getting a free grade or kids that don't mind pissing away talent this year, I mean, look at this!" she yelled, pointing to the sun, "on the day we painted this there were so many yellows and reds in the sun, it was beautiful! Why the hell did they just use orange? That's not what we saw! But they can make the grass look perfect, right? Some kids just annoy the hell out of me!"

"Oh wow, I'm sorry Temari-Sensei…" Ino said, giggling a bit at her teacher's critiques. When the woman calmed down she turned back to her former student.

"Besides all of that, what are you doing here? I thought by the second day of school kids were still fleeing this place?"

Ino giggled again, "well, I was wondering if you'll be doing an art club again this year?"

"Yea, of course! Especially if you're joining, I missed your artistic eye all through the summer. Next week Tuesday, all right? But I have to grade some stuff right now from a summer school course I taught, I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

"All right, I guess I should be getting home anyway. Bye, Sensei!" she said, running out the door.

The blonde completely forgot about the weather as she bounded down the steps to the first floor. However, as she was met with the near deafening sound of rainfall she whimpered a bit. She pulled her hood over her head and started her walk home.

After walking a few blocks she stopped by a small coffee shop, already almost completely soaked. She sighed and aired out her wet, white sweatshirt, thankful for the black tank top underneath it. A motorcycle soon came to a stop under the canopy Ino was sheltered in; she'd seen the bike before. From under a sleek, black helmet came her sexy, red-headed teacher.

"Hey there, need a lift to music school again?" he asked, leaning back a bit on his bike. Ino shook her head.

"No, I'm headed home today… I thought you said you wouldn't ride your bike to school anymore…?"

"I was running late again," the man stepped off the bike and retrieved his extra helmet. He also got a plastic bag and handed it to Ino.

"Put your sweatshirt in there, you'll be more comfortable in the jacket."

"The jacket? And where'd you get that bag?" she asked.

Gaara slipped out of his black, leather jacket and folded it over his arm, "I always come prepared."

He nodded to Ino and she carefully pulled off her sweatshirt, squeezed out some of the water and folded it into the plastic bag. The teacher handed her the jacket and took the bag, sliding it into a small compartment of his bike.

Ino fitted the leather jacket on her body and blushed a bit, realizing just how much bigger it was than her. "Wait, won't you get wet?" the blonde asked, concerned for her teacher. He shrugged.

"Hopefully with your arms wrapped around me I'll keep a bit dry. Now put on the helmet, let's go."

Ino blushed a bit at his answer but still did as he said. She sat on the bike behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso, happy he couldn't see her face darken behind the helmet.

"So, where are we going?"

Ino gave her teacher quick directions and, within five minutes, she was at her house's walkway. She hopped off his bike and gave him back the helmet, shielding her eyes from the still heavy rain.

"Thank you, Gaara-Sensei…"

"No trouble," he reached into the bike's compartment and returned her sweatshirt, "now go inside, the rain's supposed to get worse."

"But what about you? And umm… your jacket?" she asked, noticing her teacher's soaked clothes. Gaara gave her a slightly comforting smile.

"It's fine, you can give it back tomorrow. Now go inside, before you get sick."

"But Sensei, please… You'll get sick too… Come inside for a minute? So you can dry off a bit…?"

Gaara sighed, but gave in to the concerned look on his student's face, "all right. Do you have anywhere I can put my bike?" Ino smiled and helped roll her teacher's motorcycle to the patio. As the red head removed his helmet Ino unlocked her front door and pulled him inside.

"Mom! Dad! Anyone… home?" the blonde noticed a note taped up on the wall and muttered it aloud, "dear Ino, your father and I had to go to his company's party. I left some food on the table for you so you don't have to cook. It should be raining pretty hard by the time you get home so don't wait up! I promise we'll be home before it gets too late, I hope you had a good day! Love, Mom. Well at least there's food on the table-"

"Your parents aren't home?"

Ino turned around quickly to see her sensei still dripping wet, clothes clinging to him tightly. Ino blushed a bit.

"Umm, yea, they aren't… I'll go get you a towel!" the girl walked off quickly, wandering around a bit before remembering where the linen closet was. Her mind was filled with the image of her teacher's clothes clinging to his muscles, causing her to blush more. She found a black towel and when she came back Gaara was shirtless. The door was open and he was wringing out the water in his shirt on the patio. When he was finished he stepped back inside and closed the door. Ino was, again, distracted. His skin was tan and his chest and abs were thoroughly toned. He folded up his shirt and looked at the girl.

"Are you all right?" he asked, smirking. Ino made a slight squeaking noise in her attempt to answer and blushed even more, handing him the towel.

"Umm, you can dry your head with this…" she stuttered out. Gaara's smirk widened a bit and he took the towel from her. He tousled his hair dry, moved it to his face for a few seconds then hung it around his neck. When he looked up at Ino she froze and he stepped closer to her. When he was a breath away from her face he brought his hands up to her neck.

The blonde heard her heart beating in her ears as Gaara's face inched closer to hers. She felt his hands on either side of her neck. His fingers slowly slid down and she thought her heart was going to burst out of her chest. She stopped breathing when the hands slid over her shoulders and slowly pulled the jacket off her arms. His face nearly touched hers as he pulled the bottom down and swung the leather jacket to the side to loop around his arm. The red head handed her the towel and backed away from her.

"Thanks for the towel, but I should get going now," he said, putting on the jacket. He kept the folded up shirt in his hand while Ino admired the way he looked with nothing but a jacket on his upper body.

"Well, get home safely, Gaara-Sensei…" Ino stuttered out, unable to pull her attention away from his tanned, toned body. Gaara chuckled a bit before stepping forward and smoothing some wet bangs off the girl's forehead, causing her to blush.

He brought his lips up to her ear and whispered "try not to get too wet now" in a voice usually reserved for the bedroom and walked out the door. Just as it shut Ino stumbled back a bit, confused and flushed. Was a teacher supposed to be able to make her feel this way?

Gaara put his helmet on, packed his shirt and extra helmet away and walked his bike down the walkway to the road. As he hopped on his bike he thought of Ino's face just before he left and smirked, usually he'd wish that he was home instead of out in the rain, but… This was an experience he was more than happy to have had.

Author's Notes: So, I wrote this years ago and I giggled my a** off when I read it. I'd like to think that my writing style has matured since this, but, I still enjoy reading it :). I hope you all like it and I'll try to get the next chapter up some time next week. Read, review, send me ideas. Thanks and enjoy!