Beautiful, Lethal, Ten Years Old

Written By: SilentAnonymity

Dedicated to Sakiku, Orodruin, and Novocain

Chapter 1: Well, Fuck

Chapter dedicated to anyone who won't think I'm a sick creep after this story...

So I've been wanting to write something like this for a while now, ever since I read Sakiku's The Talk: Shinobi Version, but I've never had a good idea, until I read Orodruin's The Greatest Adventures of Hatake Kakashi! Then Novocain's These Are All Things You Don't Understand gave me a better perspective of that idea and thus, this was born. I wrote this because I wanted to do a story about shinobi mindsets towards intercourse, not write a smutty lemon fanfic for the fun of it. I'm not sure I really like this yet...Hope you enjoy.

This will be your only warning though. There are a lot of disturbing topics that I've incorporated and not all of them are purely sexual either, you have been warned.

Sakiku's The Talk: Shinobi Version: /s/5734698/1/The-Talk-Shinobi-Version

Orodruin's The Greatest Adventures of Hatake Kakashi!: /s/3351225/1/The-Greatest-Adventures-of-Hatake-Kak ashi

Novocain's These Are All Things You Don't Understand: /s/4183521/1/These-Are-All-Things-You-Don-t-Unders tand

He still smelled like blood.

It was morning; sunlight was spilling through the window and onto the rumpled sheets on the bed below. Kakashi, still bleary eyed, idly wondered if the sleeping mess of a body next to him minded that he was covered in some stranger's blood. Then again, people like her had been in business for long enough to not even care, some of them were former ninja themselves, cast away when injuries took away their skill and found no place in civilian life.

He threw the sheets off him and got out of bed, naked, shuffling his feet as he made his way to the bathroom. Wooden floors changed to tiled before he stepped into the lukewarm spray of his shower. The dried blood, mud, and sweat (and some other questionable substances) took some time to scrub off.

He might have been seventeen, but it wasn't the first time he'd slept with someone. Like everything that happened to him, whether it was watching someone die, killing someone- he was always exposed to these things younger than it was healthy. Plus, shinobi were considered adults from the time they were promoted to chunnin, regardless of age.

It was really just a reaction in the psyche. Being a shinobi, and an ANBU even more, coming back from a mission, especially one that involved a near-death situation, triggered a need to reconfirm that one was indeed, still human. With the basic purpose of humans being procreation, it was hard to not find it logical to need to fuck someone after a fight.

Kakashi smiled vaguely to himself at the vulgarity of something so natural.

When he had finished showering and was already in his ANBU uniform, without the inu mask, he turned to the still sleeping girl. The night previous, he had really only been concerned with getting the urges out of his system and subsequently didn't really pay attention to her.

She was petite, with shiny black hair. She couldn't have been older than twenty five. She had pale skin and long slender fingers with manicured nails. Nails that were quite sharp actually; Kakashi shifted his shoulder to move a piece of fabric that had been bothering one of the many, very thin scratches now covering his back.

He gave the girl an unfeeling nudge- well, it had been more of a kick really. She stirred and half opened one of her blind, purple iris-ed eyes.

"I'm going. Money and food's on the table. Don't stay too long."

"Mhn," she grunted in acknowledgement and then drifted back to sleep.

As he made his way to the Hokage tower, he decided, from the garbled memories of last night, that she hadn't been bad. He vaguely remembered having her before, possibly- he didn't care to remember. Meetings like those had been brief and he had so many more important things, namely missions, to worry about. Maybe he'd just stick to her from now on; familiarity could help put some peace into the insanity that was currently his life.

Missions and sex.

The first time he had heard the two words in the same sentence, it was when Minato-sensei was giving him the talk, done in shinobi perspective. Though it wasn't exactly necessary- he had already put two and two together to come to that conclusion. He'd been nine years old at the time.

Usually, missions that involved infiltration via intercourse, or even possibility of such, would be sent directly to ANBU, but that didn't mean it was out of the question that it was used as a last resort- or given to extremely skilled young children with silver hair, for that matter.

His comment on how the nameless girl from the night previous wasn't bad didn't really mean much. Sure, it was enjoyable, she was probably above standard too, but compared to his first real exposure to sex, any random chick was better- hell, fucking a cactus would have been better. Okay, maybe not, but the thought amused him, so he thought it anyway.

That was part of the reason he had gotten into Icha Icha anyway; only one book out so far, though he knew there'd be more. There wasn't much mature literature out there that both satisfied sexual urges and also possessed an accurate perspective of shinobi sex life. The main pairing was a little more sugar coated, but the others were very real accounts of the consequences and pleasures of attachment. He kind of sympathised with it and it was funny to see how the main pairing resembled Tsunade and Jiraiya from time to time.

He stopped his musings when he arrived at the tower.

It had been a little less than a decade ago when he had received that talk and entered the tower to be presented with the mission that only he was suited for.

Well, fuck.

Literally.

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