Open - Literature Anyone?

[mr_hatake]

Who: First years and Kakashi (and anyone else who has an excuse to show up)
What: Literature Class
Where: Kakashi's classroom
Warnings: Swearing most likely
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Kakashi wasn't that late. He was actually pretty early- only half the period had passed already. So he wasn't in a hurry when he strolled into his classroom, his Romeo and Juliet

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[kageshibaru]

When Kakashi entered the classroom, Shikamaru had been laying on his desk, half awake to no one's surprise. He had just woken up a minute ago and, noticing the teacher hadn't shown yet, decided continuing his nap couldn't hurt.

And that's when Kakashi showed up. Damn, he was on time, too.

"From a house fire?" Shikamaru muttered, leaning back in his seat. After all the excuses over the years Kakashi had taught here, as they became more and more unbelievable, he just didn't buy this. It probably wasn't even going to be on the news or in the papers. But he wasn't going to press the matter any further than that, because he really couldn't be bothered to care if the man was lying or not. He just wanted to get this class over with and go home.

[h_hyuuga]

Hinata knew that although Kakashi was of course, late, it would seem like hardly anytime had passed for the rest of the class. She had been sat in the classroom since before the bell had rung to signify the start of school. Hinata had been sat with a pile of coursework and books since long before the rest of the class had began to filter in. She’d only just packed up her stack of books before Kakashi had walked in

[mr_hatake]

Kakashi raised an eyebrow at Hinata when the timid girl rose his hand. His eye crinkled in merriment at her question.

"Oh it's as safe as it can be, in it's overly large owner's hands." he peered at the ceiling, thinking. "Or should I say breasts?" Kakashi shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Anyways," his one visible eye narrowed at the class. "Who are the good little kids that did their homework last night and read Act 2 Scene 5 of Romeo and Juliet?" he waited for an answer, his smile very clear beneath his mask. "Hm? Come now, don't be shy."

[sombresands]

Gaara had been sat up at the back of the class and had watched all of this little act take place. He highly doubted there had been any fire, or any kitten at all. He had only been in this school a week and the English Literature teacher was always late.

Hell, the first day he hadn't even shown up.

Either way, he raised his hand in reaction to the question. He had read it, in fact he had read the entire thing in one night. Ah, the joys of insomnia.

[karei_na]

As usual, Kakashi-sensei had strolled in late. Ino didn't mind because 1) she had been fixing her poor hair that the wind had decidedly tortured and 2) his class bored the holy hell out of her. Luckily it was one of those classes that were easy for her to follow - literature? Psh, easy. She'd read enough of the backs of food packages to teach the class herself.

She'd silently snickered at Shikamaru's comment then continued to comb her hair back to it's rightful state of neatness. After being satisfied with the ponytail she'd fixed, she leaned on her elbow, her cheek resting on her hand.

[mr_hatake]

Kakashi's eyebrow rose higher. He pointed at Gaara.

"So only Subaku did his homework." he said tonelessly. "Now that's just sad, you guys. How many are there of you? There must be other people who read it, Shakespeare isn't that horrible, right?" the teacher scanned the faces of his class, amusement still apparent in his one eye. "Ino? Shikamaru? What about you two?"

[kageshibaru]

With another sigh, Shikamaru stretched slightly. "Act two scene five of Romeo and Juliet doesn't take a lot of thought process. None of Shakespeare's work does." He groaned, obviously displeased with todays subject. "But whatever, I read it. I'm more concerned about the people that might have needing saving from that fire and how you went for the cat. Which street was this, anyway?." He wasn't concerned with it. It was obvious to him, and probably all the other children attending the class, that Kakashi was just a liar. But if he wanted to make up such ridiculous lies, Shikamaru was going to give him ridiculous answers. And his mother always told him not to be such a smart ass, too.

[meetmyincisors]

Kiba hated several aspects of Kakashi's Literature class. Hatake Kakashi, himself, was probably the most significant aspect, and the fact that he was seated up front did not please him, either. He was always cross in Kakashi's class. Always. Even for the first however long minutes of his class that he was gone, Kiba still hated it. They were wasting their time just sitting.

Truthfully, the teacher himself didn't seem so bad of a guy. If he didn't deliberately try to make his students' lives Hell on a stick, then maybe he would have held him at a higher esteem.

And then there was the content, itself. Not that Kiba was one to admit this, but he could only read on a fifth grade level. How the hell was he supposed to "get" Shakespeare with that level of a reading education? The only worthwhile part of this class was Shikamaru's challenge at the teacher's story. He rested his chin on his desk and tried to enjoy the moment to whatever extent that he could.

[mr_hatake]

Kakashi feigned hurt at Shikamaru's words.

"Nara, how could you insult Shakespeare so? He is famous for no reason, so you should show some respect."

The the teen's question, Kakashi's eye crinkled into a half moon smile once again.

"Oh, they were all out having tea when the fire started. It was just their little cat left at home." he sighed dramatically. "It happened on that side street near where I helped that old woman cross the street yesterday."

Kakashi suddenly got to his feet, grabbing a piece of chalk from the board behind him.

"Anyways, enough stories. I'm being paid to teach you and by God I will!" his smile was very visible through his mask. "Now, who here remembers how to write an essay, hm?"

[kageshibaru]

"You don't usually have a problem with stories. Finally run out of excuses or something?" When you have a new one every day, he assumed, you would do that. Next thing they knew, he'd come in one day saying he was late because his arm was torn off by a passing vehicle, all the while with his arm still very much attached. And why did they even have to treat this classroom like it was any other? He hated it. They didn't even need to study, with the way Kakashi admittedly wrote the grades at random.