a/n: This fic reminds me of Kakashi, Team Seven, Team Eight, Team Ten, Team Gai, Team Blahblah, Team Something, and Team Whatever number comes next.

D: Don't own Kakashi, I mean, Naruto, coz the name of the show is like, Kakashi… err, I mean, Kakashi… uh, Narukashi…

Haruno Sakura was having another of those Get-your-hands-on-my-sensei-that-is-very-hot attitude. So she ordered a how to get your hands on your dream guy from the how to get your hands on your dream guy magazine.

"Operation how to get your hands on your dream guy or HTOYHOYDG activated!" She stated as she read the manual of how to get your hands on your dream guy magazine.

HOW TO GET YOUR HANDS ON YOUR DREAM GUY:

Step 1:

Research on your "macho man". His weakness, his strength, the food he eats, his arch enemy, the color of his underwear (for people who have the contagious sickness "addictus obssesitus narutus" ) his jutsus, his strategies and for people who have "glucosus sugarus highus," the brand of toothpaste he uses… if he even brushes his teeth, which of course he does, coz he's like, your dream dude of something…

Step 2:

Analyze the DATE, um, I mean, DATA you gathered and think of a plan. After hurting your brain a bit, make your move and let the ACTION begin.

Step 3:

State the name of your "hot guy's" arch foe three times, in a very ear piercing tone, screaming your head off while running in a circle until the "love of your life" comes to rescue you.

Step 4:

So he comes to save you and only find a girl with his one and only weakness. When he's distracted, whack him in the head with a metallic baseball bat, just in case the wooden bat breaks when it hit the precious head.

Step 5:

Drag your "special someone" to a secret place only you know. Tie him up with special chakra ropes, gag his mouth, and there you have it, your very own original genuine true love in the palm of your hands!

Notes:

The authoress is not responsible for your death if your hot guy just HAPPENED to RESENT fangirls who INNOCENTLY ACCIDENTALLY WHACK HIM IN THE HEAD WITH A BLUNT OBJECT, TIE HIM UP VERY LOOSELY JUST FOR THE SAKE OF PRACTICING HER GIRL SCOUT SKILLS, GAG HIS MOUTH, and TRY TO SEDUCE HIM WHILE HE IS BOUND. Or it could work the other way around.

So, the authoress is, once again, not responsible for any law suites filed against you for the unfortunately unintentional YET somehow INTENTIONAL murder of this very cute guy in your neighborhood. Thank you, farewell, so long, and good day.

D: Review, dawgs!