Moon basking.
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That night Sakura sees him, the moon nods at passing stars while drapes of uncanny dark indigo clouds weave through the despairing darkness of the sky. Her heart skips a thousand beats and cries wolf- this time for real. The grass shuffles huskily as she approaches him; not quite. Sakura is still a sheer distance away from him, unable to move on. For many a nights she has been doing this- staying up to the hour where vampires roam freely around all to see a specific someone. At her footsteps, night fairies scatter gracefully, leaving pearl sized dew drops on the greens.
She takes a few steps forward.
Then Sakura stops in her tracks.
No no, it isn't right. She tells herself, a hand clutching the prickly end of a shrunken hard. Soon a dribble of scarlet etches its way guiltily down and her finger starts to hurt- a punishment for having that sort of feeling engraved in her.
That figure's silver hair gleams luminous, while the moonlight plays with his exposed skin. Sakura continues watching him, his every move, his every action, and the way he cocks his head to shake the hair out of his eyes. Seconds pass and she is getting excited. Back in the village, people are already sound asleep and at the advanced stage of dreamland. Sakura does not understand why this man is always moon basking alone. He is a man, silent and strong no one could ever guess right what populated his head during his 'deep-in-thought' mode. Fear never crossed his path during the compelling battles he laid his life for. That was one of the reasons as to why she admired him.
"Sakura, aren't you tired of standing?" That familiar deep voice startles her. She knows that he knows.
"I-I…"
"Come and join me," he nods, patting the adequate space on a weathered rock beside him.
Crickets play their fiddles and cicadas chirp to the hearty tune of past dusk, woodlore folks can be heard stomping in a hypnotic rhythm. Owls hoot and gawk in elation and the mice secured in their feet cry bloody murder.
Sakura makes her way warily over, she feels so shy and awkward. A private chat with sensei?!
"It is the song of the night." He says. Sakura peers at his face, the ends of his eyes crinkle up and the bump on the mask shifts. She knows that he is smiling.
"Eh?"
"When the moon comes to play, another world begins. The night is not for show and sleeping, you know."
"Sensei says that nights are for successful completion of missions."
"You don't think properly, do you?"
"I do," insisted Sakura. A reprimand? The heat from her cheek rising is quickly diffused by the cool air. Does he think I'm a doer who plainly follows instructions?
"Close your eyes, Sakura." He says.
Sakura shuts her eyelids tight and paused. A moment of soothing silence passes. Her heart is beating faster and faster like on a marathon, when she listens to his breathing. It is stable, not in little jerks but smooth with a hustled twinge.
Finally Kakashi speaks," what do you hear?"
Your sexy breathing, she wants to say.
Instead, she makes up a crap tall-tale in attempt to be a model student. "Uh, movements. Lots of them."
"Yes. Something was trivial as a movement is a big issue in life."
"I don't understand you when you speak in riddles."
"There are many arguments in life you have yet to encounter and decisions to come that may leave you scarred. When you are older, all these will comprehendible."
"Mmm…" Sakura mulls. So he thinks I am not mature enough?
All these time Kakashi speaks to Sakura, he does not turn to look at her. Her initial belief of him is that he is an omnipotent mysterious, in her opinion, very manly man.
"I have something to ask of you, sensei." All these while Sakura has been avoiding using Kakashi's name, so as not to get the same spasm she got many a time with his name rolling off her tongue.
"Shoot," he replies immediately.
Sakura's hands wring on her knees, while her mind wrestled with unholy questions- not like the ones "Did you have sex before?" or "In what manner do you bathe?" but more towards the innocent first love arena.
"Uh…" Suddenly, the words get stuck and Sakura flushes a waterfall of coyness.
"I already know. Love matters?" Kakashi chuckles and lifts an arm to adjust his headband. For a fleeting instance, his arm brushed against her elbow and both skin made contact by one inch of cloth.
Sakura's temperate rise degrees and she is sure she will get a fever from sitting next to Kakashi or being so close to him. In her nervousness, she doesn't answer and sees where his statement leads to.
"I'll have a word with Naruto tomorrow, if it bothers you so much. His behavior is understandable though. And during training, I'll arrange something else for him." Kakashi laughs feverishly, his Adam apple bobbing up and down as if embarking on a journey on choppy waters.
Sakura remains shell-shocked. Her back hunches and she recoils. No, not that narutard noob! She wants to scream. He can drown in the ravine and I won't lift a finger to help!
Kakashi glances at her and sees bashfulness printed all over her face in its full glory and decides to continue his analysis which is mostly right. "On the other hand, Sasuke is an excellent student; I can see why you fancy him. His boyish smile is charming I must say and the bold passion for learning is remarkable." And blatantly telling a white lie, he says "hmm… he once mentioned he is in love with a fellow ninja mate." His voice trails off while he glazes at the distance.
"Uh… uh sensei…" She starts fidgeting. "I- I-"
The rest of her sentence is drowned by a hungry wolf's howl.
"War cry." Kakashi notes in melancholic distaste. "Or a relative died."
The solemn howling takes on a louder volume and draws near.
A human sized wolf springs out from a nearby bush and gives them an evil eye while rounding them out. The sinister eyes fix onto Kakashi's intrepid ones. Red, black, red, black, the left scarred eye flashes forthrightly. Soon the shaggy wolf lungs towards their direction and as quick as how fast mail by a ninja courier is delivered, Kakashi throws himself down on Sakura. She is still reeling from embarrassment to notice the swiftness of the action.
Bored with them and having short attention-span, the wolf huffs away, with its head tilted towards the moon in valiant.
Whilst lying on Sakura, Kakashi searches her frozen expression for an answer. "Are you alright?"
"I like you sensei." The words float out airily and casually. Relief floods her, she has said it!
"What?" He goes, his face fixed and eyes still lock on hers.
Sakura tries to read his wooden expression, but to no avail. On her own, she decides it is disbelief.
Kakashi rolls of her and composed himself. "Too late for jokes." He says and smiles at his own joke. Well, literally.
Tears attacks her eyes and Sakura tries to blink them off. "I'm not kidding. I am in love with you sensei." She repeats.
They don't speak for a long moment and listen to animals talk littering the forest.
Kakashi's voice is like a dagger swiping the stillness of their verbal confession. "As you say, I am your sensei. And additionally a sensei who is almost twice your age."
"We can still be together." Sakura pleads in a panic.
"Impossible." His answer so crude and cold, embittered with rebuff; it breaks her heart. All these while, Sakura has thought that breaking your heart was simply an exaggerated expression, but now she can feel her fragile adolescent heart crumbling into dust.
"I wanted… my first time to be with you." She murmurs, a new set of tears threatening to flood her senses and numb the hurt.
"What first time?" Kakashi demanded, his tone darting between anger and amusement. His heart trepid and edging; this was too abrupt.
"For everything. A hug, a kiss and …. much more than that..."
"Don't you have better things to concentrate on? Like promotion of ranks?"
Helplessly, Sakura gets so carried away she rambles on, adding height to her declaration. "I have been in love with you for a long time! Every time I close my eyes I see you. In the murky rain I try to catch a glimpse of your silhouette. During lessons, I write your name in my book a thousand times. Your voice is music to my ears and I drink you up like milk. No, it's not an obsession or a fleeting romance I seek but I really want you sensei!"
"Hush, close your eyes, Sakura" In which Sakura obeys at once.
Under the sky of haunting blue, the waves of darkness crash wildly together with the beat of Kakashi's heart. He isn't sure if what he is about to do is right. There is a shimmer in the air, and he knows that he is feeling the love and fondness tonight. Something in him compels him to commit the act; a clandestine love once forbidden to reveal itself resurfaces from its inner depths in spurring determination.
Slowly, Kakashi pulls down his mask, which has sealed his faced from outer elements and human eyes for many years. Inside, the contemplations and hesitations battled with each other, his mind as a war field. To that, he eschews them with a firm hand and decides to please this yearning girl. He half-heartedly hopes one day she will forget him and gets on with life. Following so, he puts a gloved hand over her eyes and leans forward.
Sakura can feel his heated hand over her eyes; she trembles slightly in anticipation and somewhat fear- afraid that he will take her immediately, as what she indirectly requested and hurt her. And then her mouth is enveloped by a foreign type of warm. It saturates her with such flippant happiness as tingles of pleasure swaggers down her spine right to the toes. Soon they are nose to nose, mouth to mouth and chin to chin; their hearts beating as one. The kiss; Sakura needs it more than food, more than status, even more than her own life.
Kakashi's lips, so tender, soft and as sweet as honey.
Sakura moans softly as his kiss deepens into another round of hankering desire. She moans again, her gasp catches in the hollow of his throat and he laps it up. Almost on cue, Sakura's lips part and Kakashi's tongue enters her mouth simultaneously, like a frivolous puppy begging for some attention. It searches snake-like and explore the endless cave of a mouth, slithering over plateaus and gorges before playing a love game with the other red snake.
This kiss was a manifestation of his inner desires, the times when he yearns for a lady's love and concern, all those while he has wished for. Now that he gets it, the devil in him wrestles for more. Physical pleasure and unruly lust starts to plague him. With the other free hand, Kakashi allows it to wander up Sakura's tiny waist and pulls her closer to deepen the kiss, nibbling the ends of her lower lip as she tilted her head to kiss him harder- a forced kiss he shamefully enjoys. The womanly contours and curves she fashioned are alluring, Kakashi feels himself growing harder down there and reaches out to cup her behind. He discerns and tries to make light of the situation. Pleasure love is so carefree and insolent; such a forbidden rendezvous will bring joy to his cold life.
Impulsively, Kakashi slides a hand up her legs and rubs her thighs with the smoothness of a snow pear through the thin silk. He hears her gasp again and continues his exploring duties this time higher, like scaling a mountain whereby the peak was the reward. The effect shoots fireworks behind Sakura's eyelids. All the colors illumine in the static black of her eyes and furrow furiously for space. She responds to him with equal vigor, pressing herself up to him and seems to offer her body. Her hands stroke the muscular chest of his, something she has wanted to do for many months.
Sakura's eyes are still closed. Touch me please, a silent beg enraged with passion beckons.
The ebb and flow of their actions applies pressure to his body and soon he is moaning unbridledly together with her. One of her knees is prodding at his hardness and dragging on the sensuality of the night.
Her words "I want you sensei" keeps repeating in his mind, playing with the lust that lurks out from a corner and causes unrest inhumane growing in him. Morals soar away and fly out of reach. Kakashi burns with a need for satisfaction.
Pleasure that cunning harlot courses through his veins as Sakura's fingers inch closer to his throbbing tent. Internationally and slyly, they close on the hot bump and starts rubbing it. It is rich with syrupy goodness and he knows what he wants from her: physical love.
"Faster." Kakashi hisses, heavy on ecstasy. He pulls back for an instance before fixing his mouth to Sakura's milky-white neck and letting his hands discover pleasure on her chest. Sweat drips down profusely down his neck.
At last, that throbbing inclination comes to him, thunderous and violently. Unintentionally, he bites into her neck while emotions sweep through him like greased lightning.
She is only a little girl! The agitated assertion cries out, ringing empty chimes in his head.
Snapping out of his trance, Kakashi entangles himself from the embrace that pries his aloof outer shell open and pulls up his mask panting hard from the near climax that devours his body.
"Forgive me." Kakashi bows his head, eyes downcast refusing to meet her own shining ones. Horrified with what he has done, the regret thundering upon him at his hasty decision. A pedophile! He supposes he is one. He has almost raped his student for the mountain god's sake!
"Why are you saying this? That was so amazing."
Kakashi looks up at her briefly. Her lips are the color of ripen strawberries to match rosy flushed cheeks. He scrutinizes her watching him, the glint in his eyes returning to their wintry indifferent state. Shame abates gradually but he still feels unease hindering his senses.
"Don't tell anyone about tonight." He finally says.
"I won't tell." Breathes Sakura, her heart now a raging ecstasy. Her finger flies to her swollen once-virgin lips and draws half circles on it. She sniffs the air and feels the drifting vapors in the air condense into their liquid form, cool on her warm skin.
"It was a mistake."
Sakura shakes her hard, the pink locks falling prettily by the side. "I could feel that you wanted me too… I can give you what you want and satisfy you in every way."
"Listen, we must never do that again." Kakashi can barely digest those words that were coming out from a young maiden's mouth. The whore talk is getting him appalled.
"Whhhy?" It comes out as a spoilt whine.
He pauses. "I have never liked you in that way and will never do so." And gets up, turning to leave. Kakashi is not sure if that is a lie, but for the moment the fleeting love that has once invaded his icy heart is gone.
Not for long, Sakura whispers and watches his tall frame disappear into the bleakness of a forest.
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Author says:
Kakashi's one hot-blooded male and Sakura's just a confused teen! The reason why I wrote it is because liking a handsome senior or teacher is a rage amongst girls these days.
Hope you like this little drabble! – may want to continue….
If not, feel free to swear at me. It's cool.