Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters in Naruto. I just manipulate them like my own personal voodoo dolls.
Unmasked
Chapter One: Attraction
The enigmatic silver haired shinobi had executed his dull existence perfectly for the last decade at least.
Execute missions. Return half-dead. Lounge in hospital for a week or two reading explicit romantic novels. Repeat.
Women were trouble, obstacles to be avoided.
Sure, that often landed him with a gay label, but it served him well.
The worst that had happened was some complete idiot having made the assumption that he was screwing Umino Iruka.
Wrong on so many levels.
First up, he wasn't gay.
While there were one or two shinobi he would perhaps consider turning gay for, Iruka was most definitely not one of them.
Just because he didn't do the whole drunken hooking up didn't mean he was gay.
Scantily clad women throwing themselves at him in a seedy bar was simply not his idea of a good time.
Sex didn't really interest him.
At least not mindless, emotionless sex.
If he wanted that all he needed to do was go to the local brothel.
Meaningful relationships were hard to forge, and Kakashi had neither the time nor the inclination to pursue one.
All he had cared about was ripped away sooner or later.
Secondly, while Iruka was a friend as well as a fellow shinobi, their relationship didn't extend further than passing in hallways and the occasionally encounter at Ichiraku Ramen.
Their common denominator was Naruto.
Somewhere along the way he had been lumped with three rather cute but nevertheless annoying genin.
Though they disrupted his general flow, he found them tolerable at least after the initial phase.
While somewhat tedious, his life pleased him.
Three years on, where was he?
One had defected, one was training to contain the demon that raged inside him, and the other was driving him utterly insane.
But she didn't know it.
Somewhere along the way, Sakura had acquired something her teammates lacked.
The girl oozed sex appeal.
Not that he was going to tell her that.
Even if he did, she'd simply assume that he was being a dirty old man - again, and subsequently ignore him.
In the world of adult explicitness, he could have been a vegetable for utter lack of reaction that she gave him.
Shamelessly inappropriate quips gave him either a raised eyebrow or a threatening glare.
After so many years of general sexual deprivation, his spontaneous obsession with his former student had caught him entirely off guard.
It just happened.
One day his body decided that this girl - no, Sakura was most decidedly a woman now - was enough to drive him entirely crazy.
Naruto returned from his training sabbatical, and Team 7 was reinstated.
As such, Sakura came back into his life.
Over the past two years she'd been preoccupied with her training and he'd only ever seen her in passing a handful of times.
Now forced into such a close relationship with her, he had realized something.
Sakura had become attractive, and not just a little bit.
More than once he'd been forced to stop his eyes from wandering over her curved hips and focusing on her fantastically well sculpted behind.
Which was exactly what he was doing now.
"Kakashi…? Is everything alright?" asked the kunoichi as she turned to face him, concern furrowing her brow.
"Hmm?" he replied, disappointed that his view had been interrupted.
Realization dawned a few seconds later.
Cold sweat slipped down his back.
'Oh fuck...'
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