This is one of the first fanfics I started on would love some opinions and will add a few chapters to get ya in the mood for some new adventure! Stay tuned...
Just a reminder I DO NOT OWN NARUTO WISH I DID
Sharinganillusion
DRUNKEN LIBERTIES
She was drunk, really drunk. Sakura stumbled out of the bar with the nearest, interested, able bodied man. His mouth tasted like sake and she didn't even know his name. Ever since Naruto had returned she had all but, given up hope. Team 7 was shattered. The bonds formed fractured from the strain Sasuke could never come home she didn't love him anymore not that way trying to kill her had dampened that but while he was…alive there was hope Team 7 could be what they once were; the look of Naruto's pained expression bore the guilt of what he had done, what needed to be done. Sai had snuck back to the ANBU unsure of his place amongst the emotions and Kakashi, no one knew what he was up to.
The man's hands were rough and careless. He probably had no idea that he was holding the second most fearsome Kionichi in Konoha, second only to the Hokage herself. Sakura felt the man's hands taking liberties up her skirt along her thigh. Her tight skirt starting to ride up; her body rejected his touch protecting her ever present virginity. "Come on Sugar, let me in." She belatedly tried to push him away. Normally, she wouldn't have a problem but in her current drunken state she couldn't. He pushed her harder against the wall, his grip tightening, "Don't fight it pinky, you know you want it." She felt smothered and fought against him.
Suddenly the weight was lifted from her body. "You will leave now." She knew that menacingly, cold voice anywhere. It only came out when death would soon follow. "Kakashi-Sensei?" with that all went black.
Kakashi looked back at his pink haired former student. He was angry. Not so much at her behavior but, at his since Naruto got back. He had done what he had always done when things had got tough he had avoided the situation all together. Sakura groaned against his back. He didn't even know where she lived these days. The distance he had forced between himself and his former students was because he had failed, as teacher, as comrade and as a captain. He got to his modest apartment. He placed her in his bed and wrapped the blanket over her. He closed the door softly as she slept. He took in his small apartment, there were no unnecessary ornaments his only possessions worth noting were Mr Ukki on the windowsill, his collection of Icha Icha novels and the lonesome photo of Team 7 taken when they were genin next to the one of his own team. He picked up the one with his students, he had never really taken the time to appreciate the annoying young genin. He wondered not for the first time whether their fates were already written, he couldn't help but see his first teammates in the faces of the students, Naruto reminded him of Obito and Sakura had reminded him of Rin in the past. To abandon comrades makes you worse then scum. The guilt at knowing he had unwittingly done just that. He knew he had a lot to make up for. You were always right Obito.