Confessions of a Pyromaniac

Summary: Sakura always learned that if you played with fire, you'd get burned. She'd also learned that to dance through fire without a burn is nothing compared to igniting the forbidden flame and releasing the beast that the Fahrenheit holds. So when her obsession with heat makes itself known to a certain Copy-Ninja, he's only more than enthralled to play with the matches.

A/N: I needed a new story. Something different, mind bending and funny. This probably isn't what I first intended. But meh, I hope you like it. Please Enjoy!

Tis not beta'd all mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: I am not making money and I do not own Naruto.

~xxx – Prologue - xxx~

Sakura watched as the orange flames danced and flickered with the light breeze gracing her platoon through the thick wall of the forest trees. It was always hot, always humid in the forests of the Land of Waves; so much so that even Kakashi became irritable when they were forced to stop because of the torrential rain and heat thunder.

The boys, on the other hand, seemed not to mind it. They slept easier and were looser and more relaxed. Sakura didn't really give a damn herself, she just wanted to go home.

She looked across the glow of the fire to the expressionless face of her team leader. He watched as the flares wisped into the air and darkened the protective tarp with soot. Kakashi seemed utterly fascinated, and she figured that that was not the case. She knew he craved to be running through the trees as fast and as far as he could go. He seemed to hate the heat. Solar, man-made, and sometimes she even considered the warmth of a lover to be on his bad side.

"Do you want something or are you staring at me for the hell of it, Sakura-chan?" He broke the silence with his breathy question. She shuddered at the tone, the boys and she referred to it as his teacher voice, the vocal attitude he used when he wanted no bullshit.

Feigning her lack of intimidation she replied, "I'm thinking."

"About me, or am I just your object of artificial fantasy?"

"You've caught me, sensei." She smiled lightly to him, "I was wondering on the subject that you aren't a fan of heat."

He made no move, nor did he jump at her words with a witty reply, after silent moments of thought was it then that he answered the question she never asked, "Ah, you are entirely wrong Sakura-chan, I absolutely love the heat. I run in fear of the obsession I have with it."

It was his turn to smile as he watched a trimmed discolored eyebrow rise in question of his response. Her hair, he dully noted was a faded mix of pink and orange from the light of the fire. Her face was brazen with the illuminating flames and he couldn't help but think that she too understood what was so mesmerizing about the flickering dance.

She nodded with her words, "But is it truly a fear of the obsession or a fear of the ardent feelings for the heat you crave so?"

"Your indifference to the flames is a wonder, Sakura-chan; surely you understand what I mean when I say I fear the obsession."

"Hmm, who ever said that I was indifferent, perhaps I'm even keyed up by them?" Her viridian eyes clawed at him with a sinful look, and he knew that she understood. That she was aroused by the power that the heat of the dance held.

Kakashi ran a hand through his hair before shifting his eyes to meet her gaze once again with the same passion she felt. He chuckled lightly, "I suppose your indifference was only assumed on my part. Your eyes give away your love of the power. How nonsensical for me to think that that you weren't at least inspired by inferno."

She scoffed, "You live in fear of it, do you not?"

"Fire is a dangerous thing; the temperature could rise and cause a long embrace of a kind I'm only so willing to give into. Tell me Sakura, How far would you be willing to go, in order to dance with fire and not be harmed by it?" He tilted his head in anticipation of her answer.

"To not be harmed is impossible."

"Not true, if you tango just right, you'll only add to the degree."

She shook her head, "You're bound to be burned at one point or another."

Kakashi laughed at her skepticism, "We shall see." He stood up, "Come along then, and I will prove it to you."

Sakura looked to her side at the blue-tarped tent in which the rest of their team lay sleeping without a clue to the innuendo behind the ammunition of words they shot back and forth. Hell even she couldn't believe what she had heard leave his mouth, the sinful meaning of once innocent words bouncing around in her head.

Deciding that it was in her more curious halves better interest she followed him into the damp dark of the Tento forest. It was ironically named she though, Forest of Lights wasn't fitting in the least.

It was almost torturously dark, and she was sure that if it wasn't for the fact that Kakashi had taken her hand she'd be lost the entire night in the dreary shadows of the forest. If she had been able to see she would have looked down at the cold, sweating hands of her ex-sensei. Sakura was curious as to why he would be cold when they had just moments ago been warmed by fire.

"Kakashi, your hands are freezing…"

He swallowed the lump in his throat before speaking, "How peculiar."

"How far must we go?"

"That depends, Sakura-chan," he snickered again, his voice dropping to a low, dangerously arousing rasp.

God she hated when he did that. He could make any girl melt with that voice, and the way it tickled the senses long before he ever laid a hand on you. It should have been illegal, or at least…kept under lock and key, she thought.

"On what?"

"On how loud you are."

Sakura could feel the heat in her cheeks as she blushed. She was sure she could rival a tomato in color. Never had she been so embarrassed while in only the privacy on another. Damn him, she thought, damn him to hell.

He found it amusing that he could feel her temperature increase by just holding her hand. She wasn't one to embarrass easily anymore, and he loved that he'd flustered her with five simple words. Words he'd learned as a child, but learned to put together as an adolescent. Words that if used at the write time could make women beg, and he had a feeling Sakura was on the verge of just that.

She sighed, "You will be my demise, Kakashi."

"If I had a nickel for every time I'd heard that one before."

Sakura smiled, "You'd have five cents?"

He stopped and turned to her, "Yeah," He said with a laugh. "I think this is far enough."'

Sakura waited silently as Kakashi let go of her hand and moved closer to her. She could feel his breath on her cheek, and the warmth coming from his body as he closed the gap between them. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't giddy. She'd thought about this moment more than once, and she'd be lying even more so if she said she didn't like that he was closing the distance.

His bare lips brushed the tip of her nose, "Tell me Sakura, How easy will it be for me to start a wild fire here?" His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close, "Will a simple spark tip you off, or will a smoldering coal only need the heat of lust filled air before the blaze starts?"

The way he directed his words at her, she found herself unable to answer him in fear of saying something that could get them both smoldering. She had once learned that playing with fire only led to trouble, and oddly enough, Trouble seemed to be his middle name.

Sakura closed her eyes with a breathless sigh, "Who says you need to start the fire, who says it doesn't already burn at a thousand degrees singeing whoever tries to douse it?"

"You tempt in ways you should not, Sakura."

"As do you."

Kakashi swept his lips over hers softly, and sighed at the warmth she gave him…

"Sakura?"

"Hmm?"

"Sakura, wake up."

Sakura bolted up, and held a hand to her mouth as she looked around the dark tent curious as to what had just happened. She found Naruto staring at her skeptically, before he started giggling.

"What?" She inquired crossly.

Naruto smiled at her, "You should do a better job of hiding your Diary. Teme just read the most recent entry out loud to Kakashi and me. If you're going to confess your love, you should find a better way of doing so."

Sakura's eyes widened in shock, "My Diary?" What on earth was he talking about?

"Yeah, that little red leather book you are always writing in."

"Oh fuck." She slapped her palm to her face, "So I wasn't just dreaming that, I heard Sasuke reading?" It wasn't a diary, she thought. It was the book she used to get her story ideas down on paper, and the boys had just read it. Out loud. She was so fucked and not in a too good way…

The blonde giggled again, "Yeah. Kakashi didn't seem too enthused about it."

Sakura bolted from her cot, "Why the hell would you read my book!" She yelled when she found Sasuke sitting across the fire from Kakashi, "What is wrong with you?"

Sasuke shrugged, "You left it out here, I was bored and I thought it was a book."

"Well you thought wrong," Sakura looked across the fire to Kakashi who watched her with curious eyes, "You and I need to have a serious talk. Now." She pointed into the wet rainy forest and he complied with a simple nod before standing up and following her into the brush.

When Sakura was sure that they were far enough into the trees that Sasuke and Naruto wouldn't bother them Sakura gave Kakashi the third degree, "Why would you let him read that? Now they both have the wrong idea!"

"For the same reason I allowed you to use my name in the story, practice. Having someone other than me read your story is infact a form of practice. We'll explain what's going on to them, and see what they think."

Sakura shook her head, "Kakashi, it wasn't finished…"

"I noticed, it was just getting good and then Sasuke said that he had reached the end." He gave her an affectionate smile, "Perhaps," he whispered, "You'd like to role play sometime and finish it?"

Her mouth dropped open in surprise and then snapped shut in fear that her tongue would get her in trouble with her ex-sensei. He was so…so…perverted!

"Speechless are you, Sakura?"

"I know when to hold my tongue."

He ruffled her hair, "Sure, sure."

She slapped his hand away, and scoffed, "You're like a child! Why don't you act your age for Kami-sama's sake?"

Kakashi turned to her again, "And you, my dear, are like a butterfly just waiting to emerge from the ash of a once burning cocoon of passion. You stupid little caterpillar. When you think you can fly with the crows, then call me a child and we'll see. For now," He turned back to leave, "You just keep crawling."

She stood still unscrambling the meaning of his words. Was he calling her a child, or in-experienced?

She sighed. She knew enough not to play against the mind of her sensei, she always seemed to get burned in return.

~x-x-x~

TBC