Flaming Martini Chapter 1
Kakashi flipped through the all too familiar pages of his favorite book. It was a book that stimulated him with lust and longing. But, after several times of reading through these perverted books of his, that stimulation grew too strong for him to handle.
Taking a handful of his own grey hair, he threw the book at the wall for the first time in his life. His frustration seemed to peak his limit and he held back a scream with his clenched teeth. He was longing for something but his mind could barely describe it. He was tired of guessing what he was desperate for. It was something that his book could not provide him with.
When you can't get what you want, all you can do is dream.
Just like any day of his life, he strolled through town without an idea that time existed. In the late morning of the day, he passed by buildings that stood where they always were. The same old flower shop, blacksmith building, a grocery shop, and an unoccupied store that had been closed for what seemed like decades.
There was particularly nothing new to his life, except the missions that he had taken before. And, like it is said, missions always have something unexpected. Those twists seemed to be the only surprise and excitement that his life held. Sure, he would smile and chuckle along with his students and colleagues. But, he had a loneliness in him that none of those people could cure.
Yet, his train of thought was broken when he heard the rusty door of the empty store open. As he casually passed by, the space inside was no where near old and creaky. Instead, the building's interior was the complete opposite. Filled with velvet walls and plenty of chairs and tables for about thirty customers, it seemed to bring the barren building alive. An old fashioned bar stretched the length of the building. Behind it was a showcase of shelves that seemed to hold drinks that would last the company years before they would have to replenish them.
He stopped in his tracks to analyze it, but was completely distracted when men with paint buckets and carpenter gear rushed before him. Seconds later, there were ladders against a wall with paint brushes gliding smoothly along them. They were transforming the building into the same color as the others around it. But that did little to camouflage it with the rest of the block. There was something that just pulled him in.
Regardless of the new addition, he managed to move on with his life, skillfully controlling his curiosity as always. He took a step and resumed his life.
He inhaled and felt his mask linger along his lips as he idly looked out his window. This late at night, the town seemed to be lifeless compared to itself in the morning. But on the corner of the neighborhood lingered a building that had over come a metamorphosis in a day. Already, in the dead of the night, it had customers going in both directions: entering with anxiety and leaving with satisfaction.
A sigh escaped his mouth as he brought his back to the bed and stared at the ceiling. Now, he did not know whether his mind was clouded with curiosity or boredom. He made several attempts to distract himself, but his thoughts drifted to irrelevant things once more: that old building and a time when Tsunade would assign him a more dangerous mission.
Once again, in frustration, he picked up his orange book and flipped to a memorized page. He began his reading and made a mental note to revisit the bookshop and check its new arrivals.
Like every time, his mind was surely engrossed in the text and its vivid and steamy descriptions of two bodies touching.
After all, when you can't get what you want, you can only dream.