This is to mah Narwhal, because you made a perfect gift for me and for that I must do the same! I hope you enjoy as well as everyone else, my bay-bay~! (and again, I'm trolling by making this chapter short but intense because I couldn't manage to fit the next chapter in it.)

"What a handsome figure..." I heard someone hiss from a distance. My head was killing me. Above anything else, I wanted to go back to sleep, but there was something very wrong here. Why did I feel so groggy? Who was talking to me in such an odd way? It certainly wasn't Kakashi. He would never sound so...predatorial.

"Ohh, waking up now, are we? You're in for a treat," it growled with a cracked voice. I shivered and struggled against my restraints. As my eyes adjusted, I realized we were outside in the shadowy night, clearly publisized to anyone who came wandering by. I was bound to an oak tree by what I assumed were handcuffs. Normally it would have been easy for me to get away, but there must have been some sort of drug in my system that kept me from thinking straight.

In front of me knelt a lanky, masked figure with a headband that marked him as a rogue Leaf ninja. He was close, too close for my liking. The things he was saying made it pretty obvious that this guy was expecting to get even closer against my will, and I was right.

He removed my pants all too quickly and violently grabbed me, rubbing his hand against that part of myself. My face flushed into a deep shade of red and I tried to scream, but it came out as a sort of gurgled sound. The drug was too much for me to fight against. He was moving too fast, whoever this ninja was, and I could feel myself growing hotter.

The ninja removed his mask and crashed his lips against mine. Despite being drugged, I still had the strength to spit in his mouth. Ferociously, the he smacked me across the face and held my chin up, his nails digging into my skin. "I don't care if you like it or not, I'll do what I want to you."

"Help..." I choked out quietly. If only I could scream or shout or do SOMETHING, I could at least grab someone's attention. Alas, there was no one out at this hour. Perhaps Kakashi would notice I was gone, though even that was wishful thinking. "Kakashi, help me...Please." I murmured. The perverted ninja began removing his own pants. He leaned next to my ear and whispered through grit teeth, "No matter what you say, no matter how loud you scream, there is nothing you can do to stop me." I shivered and closed my eyes.

I could barely register what he was doing until I felt something suddenly rip me apart inside."KAKASHI!" I hollered. "Kakashi, help!" The burning sensation inside of me was far too much to bear. Hot tears ran down my cheeks as he grunted and pounded me. "Save me!" I begged, losing hope quickly. It was impossible for anyone to hear me.

"Raikiri!"

Blood splattered onto my eyes and lips as the figure before me fell to the ground. I knew that voice, but just couldn't remember. I only knew of one person who could do that jutsu...

"Iruka! Are you alright?" he gasped. In an instant, I knew who this savior was. "K-Kakashi..." I slurred. My hands fell to my sides as he sliced the handcuffs in two. I smeared the blood off my face lazily and glanced down. Everything was so red; the ground, the ninja before me, and...well, me. I could taste it on my lips, smell it, and I was covered in the nasty maroon stuff. "Iruka..." he whispered. There were tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

It was so hard to breathe. I stood up and stumbled back into Kakashi's arms. He held onto me tightly and kissed my forehead. "Akihito Watanabe, a rogue from the leaf. I thought he was dead, the sick bastard. At least we know he is now- Iruka! Calm down!" I was breathing rapidly, trying to get some air into my lungs. The effort was futile, my mind was dizzily spinning to the point where I could hardly comprehend anything but pain, harsh pain.
"Take a deep breath. I'm here now, remember? It's me, Kakashi." he coaxed, but I could tell he was resisting the urge to cry at the sight of me all torn up like this. I tried to slow my thoughts down and breathed in and out calmly, though I felt anything but calm. He smiled down at me sympathetically as he carried me back his house bridal-style.