Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Naruto. Hell, if I did, I'd be one rich mofo! That and the series would probably take a drastic genre turn into shojo-romance!
AN: Hey! Thanks for taking the time to read! I hope you enjoy! I've written a couple fics in the past but that was years ago. Now, I'm a couple years older, and hopefully a couple years writer savvy! This is my first KakaSaku genre fic, and I do appreciate constructive criticism. But, please don't be nasty and flame because it rubbed you the wrong way. If you have an opinion please let me know! I think it'll help me out with later chapters. I'm also horrible with grammar, so if anyone would be interested in being my beta, that'd be awesome!
This Fic doesn't have a set ending in mind yet. It's more of a post series of different situations Kakashi and Sakura find themselves in. There may be lemon. If there is, i'll put a notice. Concept art for Sakura's new look can be seen here:
www . 2and2 . net/files/47fb0e2059f65.jpg (remove the spaces)
Have a setting, or situation in mind? Let me know! I'll consider it for future chapters, credit issued and all!
Thanks, and I hope you enjoy! Please review! It encourages me to write!
Scrambled Wits
Prelude
Hatake Kakashi was quite the rare shinobi. Mastering over a thousand jutsu, and possessing one of the last remaining sharingan definitely made him a force to be reckoned with. Powerfully skilled in all aspects of the ninja way, the copy-nin was never easily defeated, and was looked up to by many. Many belived him to not have a single flaw. That is, except for his unhealthy addiction to smutty literature. Sure, he could beat you to the floor, writhing in pain faster than you can blink, but the minute an orange-jacketed book comes into view his whole demeanor tends to twist into the perverted jounin half the village snickered at as he walked by.
"Perverted Lech" is what some of the elders would call him as he wandered the village streets, porno in clear sight. Not that he cares, of course. Kakashi was never one to really care if parents shook their heads disapprovingly, or small children pointed and giggled. If he did, he'd never shown even the slightest hint that it bothered him. He never batted an eye, that is, until a certain pastel-haired ex-student was back in town from a 4-year diplomacy mission with the hidden waterfall village. The waterfall Kage and Tsunade made an arrangment to exchange a ninja each for a four year period, during which would take missions and duties as a member of their village and part of a four-man team. The hokage felt Sakura would be the most reliable to leave a good name for Konoha, and as it turned out, the mission was a success.
He'd bumped into her at the hokage's office. He was on his way to deliver his poorly written mission report on his latest assignment when he heard the feminine squeals from the other side of the office door. After knocking and being invited in, he was greeted by a pride-glowing Hokage, along with a 22-year-old version of his ex-student; A very sinfully curvaceous 22-year-old version of his ex-student. An ex-student he shouldn't be having indecent thoughts about. If It weren't for his mastery of hidden emotions he wouldn't have been able to suppress that double-take he did inside his mind. He took great care not to notice how her new shirt fit snugly in the upper chest area, or how it was open at the bottom; exposing the chain-mail over her lower midriff.
Kakashi quickly recovered his internal shock and resumed his outer blank expression. Innocent admiration of the female anatomy was all well and good in the mind, but there would be a problem if he left a wet stain on his mask from drooling. He quickly righted his mid and refrained from looking her up and down. This was his ex-student he'd be ogling after all, and that simply wouldn't do.
"Long time, Kakashi." She said with an air of confidence. He deftly noticed her indiscreet absence of his previous title.
"That it has, Sakura-chan. That it has." He replied, stepping forward and dropping his report on the hokage's desk and giving Tsunade a nod on her direction. "My mission report, Hokage-sama." Sakura arched a brow, seeming to be dissatisfied with his use of prefixation.
"I'm no longer a child, Kakashi." She huffed and shifted her weight, pivoting the other leg outward and giving him an unintentional eye-full of thigh. "or haven't you noticed?" Kakashi looked away. Had her shorts gotten... shorter? He quickly ignored how long and silky her legs appeared and looked her in the eye. She really shouldn't be behaving this way, he mused.
"You've grown four years, Sakura. Of course I've noticed." He replied automatically and instantly regretted his words. For not a second later a grin spread across her face. Whether for the fact that he removed the prefix, or that she caught him eyeing her after all he wasn't sure. Kakashi inwardly cursed his instant reply. He'd normally think of a quirky reply to something like that, but perhaps that was a bit overboard. Her mannerisms must be throwing me off, he thought. This is definitely a problem.
Tsunade coughed loudly to grab the attention. "Well that's enough catching up I'd say." Tsunade said, giving Kakashi a poorly suppressed 'stink-eye'. Probably for his last accidental hidden innuendo. "You'll have plenty of time for that later, anyway"
Kakashi shrugged the awekwardness away and turned to leave until Tsunade called after him. "Expect plenty of missions in the next couple of weeks, Kakashi. I'm reinstating You, Sakura, and Naruto as Team Kakashi." This caused the two's eyes to meet, Sakura giving a sweet smile to Kakashi's blank stare. His stomach churned. He felt a hidden meaning he didn't like behind that smirk.
"Very well, Hokage-sama." He replied, making a few quick hand seals and 'poofed' out of the room before the tension could get any thicker, leaving Master and Pupil to discuss further arrangement; or girl-talk. Whichever he figured.
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With a loud clap of dust, Kakashi appeared back at his apartment and plopped down on the worn couch on the living room, heaving a large sigh and tossing his head back in exasperation. He knew he had a problem on his hands, and this time it was worse than before. Kakashi wasn't about to deny that he found Sakura attractive. In fact, this wasn't the first time Kakashi had to remind himself that he was admiring a student of his he shouldn't be admiring.
At the sweet age of 16, Sakura had a ferocious attitude, but a sinfully innocent body. She wasn't made of many curves then, but she was thin, lean, and slick. Kakashi found himself wondering what her little waist would feel like in his arms, and other ideas similar. These thoughts were quickly pushed away once he realized that not only was she his student, but still only 16 years old. He felt like a dirty old man, longing for a young, innocent body. He couldn't remember berating himself as hard. However the thoughts never got the better of him. He simply had to remind himself that these were fleeting thoughts and admirations for a pretty young girl, nothing more. And then he'd move on with his life.
And that's how it's been since then. Sakura grew older, and stronger, and more skilled as a kunoichi and medic-nin. And Kakashi began to notice himself watching more than he intended, but never once bent farther than a commendable eye. He also noticed Sakura's decline of Sasuke-Retrieval-Related missions. He'd overheard after a particular mission that Sasuke had actually held a sword to her throat, and proceeded in slicing it. If it hadn't been for Naruto's distraction, her name would be carved into the memorial stone. Since then, Sakura stopped chasing the Uchiha heir, and continued on living, Sasuke-free. Kakashi recalled Naruto accusing Sakura of quitting. She had simply scowled and replied that she couldn't force him to love her. Though she was frowning, he could see sadness behind her eyes. He remembered a surge of agreement and congratulations for her at her words despite how they seemed to cut her. Though he may not have agreed, it appeared that Sakura resorted to hating the Uchiha heir. He assumed it was her only way of finally getting over him.
Kakashi kept his watchful eye on the pink-haired girl as she began dating and training harder. Two years later, she'd become among the top rated medic-nin in the village below Tsunade herself, and passed her first level Jounin exam. At age 18 she was very strong, very pretty, and very legal. The attraction was still there, but he kept it suppressed with practiced ease. He realized he was acting like a middle-aged house wife, listening in for young gossip. He'd then scold himself and distract himself with something else. He'd need to find some other hobby to take up his time. A certain orange-jacketed smut novel became his best friend again.
From then on, he saw less of her, and found the alone time liberating. It was definitely becoming unhealthy for a grown man to be pining over a girl 14 years his junior. He'd later discovered the reason behind this was because Sakura had accepted a 4-year-long mission to the hidden waterfall village. Some kind of peace treaty. He was a bit miffed at not being told of her long departure, but shrugged it off. They hadn't been on the same team for over 3 years. It really wasn't any of his business. Though he did miss her presence, he took advantage of the mental freedom she'd usually taken up and used it to focus on solo missions and the like.
Now, 4 years had passed and they clearly showed. That feeling of want had risen again and he felt that self-concious feeling of "perverted lech". Only now, Miss Haruno Sakura was not a young girl anymore. At 22, Haruno Sakura was a grown woman with a very adult body that could hypnotize even the most deadly of shinobi; himself included. His mind wandered back to her image in the Hokage tower he had inevitably burned into his retinas. Her luscious curves, toned arms, sculpted waist, and those wickedly perfect legs. The image alone was enough to get him itching for a feel.
He couldn't understand the big deal. All kunoichi were built the same, and he had his fair share of women warm his bed. They had all been beautiful with gorgeous bodies. It wasn't anything new to him. It was then that he realized that was the problem right there. Sakura was now a woman, or looked like one at least. The only reason her looks strike him so hard was because he has known her as a 12 year old little girl. Thinking back to her now, it was difficult to grasp that that cute, innocent, premature little child was suddenly before him as a beautiful, sexy, and he assumed experienced woman.
That's another thing. He had already assumed she was a completely different person.
Kakashi let out a relieved sigh. He was getting himself worked up over nothing. Underneath those heavy lashes and provocative posture was the Haruno Sakura he'd trained 10 years ago.
Kakashi nodded to himself, convinced that he was overreacting, and closed his eyes for a midday nap. He thought resisting a sinful teenage Sakura was annoying enough. He didn't need to deal with the grown-up, seductive version. He told himself it would simply be like it was before. "You can look, but you can't touch." In Kakashi's mind, that was that, and there was nothing to it.
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