This is my very first fan fiction! I've been reading here for so long! (years) For once I'm going to rip open my skull and let you read what my own little hentai maniac gripes about. This is a M rated story there will be LEMON... I just like a little back story to get started. Please be gentle it's my first time. ~.^
Me- starts flailing and running around…
Kakashi: Poofs into late existence "Hehe..Cat? Here kitty kitty..."
Me- nose bleeds a little "Kakashi!" flails harder, her hands pointing at readers while she is loudly whispering "YOUR LATE FOR THE INTRODUCTION I HAD TO TALK TO THEM KAKASHI! why are you late?!"
Kakashi: "I saw a pretty girl so I danced."
Me- quickly wipes her face and looks away from Kakashi's eye crinkle smile and rocking hips."Intro now!"
Kakashi turns towards all the lovely readers raises his fists above his head and continues rocking his hips danceing to his own imaginary beat "Risque does not own Naruto or the characters used in this fanfiction. Enjoy!... Ok I did it now... here kitty kitty"
"KAKASHI!"
Chocolate sauce
The perverted nature of her sensei was no secret to Sakura Haruno however unlike her team mates it did not revolt her… oh no it enthralled her. Kakashi was undoubtedly going to be the curiosity that killed Sakura. Maybe at one point things had started out innocently… sure that was a possibility. Sakura began racking her brain trying to find one time when she did not want to climb into her Sensei's lap rip down that god forsaken mask and rub herself against him like a cat in heat.
She couldn't fulfill her wanton desires though Sakura was a good girl she was prim, proper, intelligent and someday she hopped to be strong. With that thought in mind Sakura decided to keep up with her charade she would keep on pretending to be in love with Sasuke.
No. It simply wouldn't do to go chasing after dreams that had no chance of coming true. She was 14 years Kakashi's junior anyway. What would he want with a child like her when he could have a strong kunoichi like Kurenai sensei. Besides if her chest was any flatter mosquito's would most certainly stop mid-flight to scoff at the shotty workmanship that was her chest.
It's funny how years tick by like seconds people change, grow and evolve. Sakura did. Not Kakashi though. He never changed not in a way the she could see he was quieted when Sasuke abandoned them.. Kakashi kept up with appearances one eye crinkle after another. Sakura had begrudgingly realized after Sasuke left no matter how much time ticked by he the one she wanted… not the one they all THOUGHT she wanted would still be 14 years her senior. Making Kakashi just as out of reach to her as he was when she was just that weak little girl.
The young and childish mind of Sakura Haruno had once been fooled by the delusion that someday she would lose interest in him. Someday his slim always seemingly relaxed persona would not comfort her, his single endless onix pool would no longer draw her in like a moth to the flame, and his quiet rumbling tenor voice.. surely someday soon that wouldn't make her unconsciously rub her thighs together.
He had begun to plague her fantasies as her body started the awkward, slow, hormonal change from childhood to adulthood. Even worse she had become so enthralled with her what could only be called obsession with kakashi she started reading...Icha Icha. Erotica had saved her life in a time when she thought she was going insane with passion. Sakura read Icha Icha Paradise, Icha Icha Violence, and Icha Icha Tactics over the years but she always returned to Icha Icha Paradise. It was like her comfort food. Her stolen from under her dads nightstand comfort food. The best kind.
Sakura had focused everything she had on becoming strong and it had paid off in time. During the battle against the Ten-Tails, having stored up chakra for over three years, Sakura obtained a rhombus mark on her forehead similar Tsunade's, the Strength of a Hundred Seal.
Two years after the Fourth Shinobi World War, Sakura, allowed her hair to once more grow out after realizing her ability as a shinobi was not dependent on the length of her hair. She kept her usual red cloth forehead protector worn as a hairband. Her typical ninja attire had changed with her coming of age now sporting a sleeveless red qipao dress that reaches her upper thighs, with white trimmings and a white circular design on the back similar to the one in her genine days. It is tied with a black obi exposing her tiny waist and feminine curves.
Her black shorts are still present underneath though slightly shorter now, as well as the usual black gloves and matching white elbow and knee protectors. Everything was the same… if only a tiny bit different at least to Sakura. She had even kept her regular black knee high boots, except they now sported a higher heel. She finally felt confident in her appearance even in Ino's presence.
She was wrong thinking things would never change. Sure the villagers buzzed about going right on with their lives but things would never be the same. Everyone changes.. war, missions, betrayal, deception, love, life, death.. just.. everything… it changes you. There is no molding. No ninja are sculpted.. cut with with dull blades until they fit into the mold of a warrior. He the one who fuiled her wanton desires for nearly a decadehad changed.
Two years after the Fourth Shinobi World War, she was still getting used to him now wearing his forehead protector leveled above both his eyes normally. Now there were two dangerously sexy eyes of endless onix pools for her to get lost in. His boots reached his calves and his flack jacket changed to a simple chest-guard with clipped-on shoulder pads, a high-collar and a dark blue strap across his waist. In addition, he wears a red armband with an Uzumaki crest over his left bicep.
Kakashi had become the Sixth Hokage, and would also at times wear the official uniform. She still wished she knew what lay beneath that mask… after all everyone believed… after he became the Rokudaime great mystery of Kakashis face to be solved. Right? It would be carved in stone for generations to see and remember.
Oh what a crestfallen women she was when greeted at the unveiling ceremony at the mountain by his MASKED face upon the Hokage Monument!
It was that night sitting up in her room gazing up at the waning moon that Sakura made a choice she was now 19, and the Rokudaime was a bachelor, with many women seeking to 'take him off the market' as Ino had so eloquently put it. She was of age! Properties could be damned! They were ninja after all and things like age meant little to those who could die at any time.
For the first time since she was just that little girl fresh from the academy Sakuras goals changed, she was strong, maintaining her skills was a priority, but now… now what she wanted most was the goal… she was going to have Kakashi.
All she needed was a little bit of chocolate sauce, the opportunity, and a whole lot of luck.