It's a darker look on the Kakasaku relationship. It's an AU high school thing based on a song by The Police that's been tailing me for two weeks and now that I have time, here it is.

Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto or the Police, otherwise Kakasaku would be canon (hopefully it still will be).

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Quiet footsteps echoed in the hallways lit dimly from the muted light filtering from the windows of classrooms and the fluorescent bulbs above. His black Oxford shoes shined in this light and he withdrew the hand buried in his Taupe grey pants pocket to flip the page of the thick book in his hand. Behind him, he heard the giggling of two girls and felt their eyes ogling him. He rolled bi-colored eyes before closing the book deftly and withdrawing the keys from his pocket and opening the door, a twinge of annoyance running through his system as the room became deafening with its silence. He sighed.

"Hello class."

Young teacher the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside her there's longing
This girl's an open page
Book marking - she's so close now
This girl is half his age

As the man wrote on the chalkboard, his silver hair shining in the light of the cloudy day, the teens in the classroom began to talk in hushed whispers. Some of the whispers carried talk of cars and the latest movie, but the majority consisted of the hideous gushing and incessant giggling of the female population and through it all, came the sound of a dreamy sigh from the front of the room.

"Write down the assignment, then complete it. I want it on my desk by the end of class," the man said tossing the chalk into the air and catching it without shifting his gaze from the class.

"Yes, sensei," chorused the class in a bored tone, but there was a chipper voice in the sea of monotonous voices that could only belong to one person. That girl who sat in the front row of his class. He cleared his throat.

"Haruno Sakura."

The girl jumped in her seat with a start. "Yes, Kakashi-sensei?"

"Get to work," Kakashi said before sitting in the wooden seat of his chair and nodding at her reply of "yes, sensei."

Haruno Sakura was a paradox. Though she had an unusual eye color (beryl green), it wasn't that that drew attention, but her pink hair. One would assume it was dyed that way, and because of that, one would assume she was a trouble child, but in reality, her hair was naturally that way and she was the usual goody-two-shoes. The sweet, naïve, innocent with one fatal flaw.

She was in love with her teacher.

Kakashi sighed and raked a hand tiredly through his silver hair. He didn't understand what made him appeal to the female population or her for that matter. He was 30, nearly twice her age seeing how she was at the tender age of sixteen. He had grey hair already and never revealed the lower portion of his face. (Strangely enough, his neurotic obsession of covering the lower portion of his face with a mask drew the women in closer.) He also kept his left eye covered by an eye patch and looked like absolutely nothing of interest. He wore black Oxfords, grey suits with white pinstripes, and a green or red tie. He carried a briefcase holding student work and drove your standard middle-class car. Absolutely nothing of interest.

He smirked from behind the cover of the thick book in his hand. Like her, he was a paradox. Despite how he portrayed himself to his students, he was far from a straight-laced saint. He drank and swore on occasion, but he had one vice.

Sex.

Hatake Kakashi, the English 1A teacher, had an infamous reputation for it. He was an excellent lover and took a woman at least once a month. He was also famous for his perverted tendencies. He'd fuck a woman anytime, anywhere. He'd done it in a broom closet at least five times with the gym teacher, Anko in the past six months. Usually, they would initiate the invite and he would accept. Who was he to decline such a gracious offer?

He treated sex like an art, bringing his companions to climax only after teasing them into such a frenzy that they sobbed, begging desperately for a release they both knew only he could grant.

Foreplay was always his favorite because he could make them putty in his hands. He was always in control and whispering dirty encouragements in their ears as he buried himself in their warmth while torturing them with reminders to keep quiet, lest someone know they were screwing in a classroom when students were just outside.

He smirked to himself, smug as he remembered his conquests before turning to the book in his hands. Though the cover was an old classic, what lay inside the pages was a hentai novel, carefully placed within the cutout pages of the book.

Placing a hand on the page, he turned both pages, the sound of only one paper turning carefully honed from practicing the charade like music to his ears. Immersing himself in the exploits of the protagonist, Junko, he found himself slowly drifting into a world where the female lead had an unusual shade of green in her eyes and petal-soft pink hair. He closed his eyes and where Junko once lay on the page, Kakashi had replaced him and the buxom woman was an innocent teenaged girl with features befitting her name.

He quickly shook his head and cleared the thoughts from his mind. He glanced over the top of the book and saw that she had that daydreaming look on her face again. A finger twitched and he quickly slipped it under his thigh. Though he was a jaded pervert, there was another paradox to him. He had a conscience, and though he could feel that something inside him was attracted to her innocence, his morals railed in his ears and he sighed and put the book down. There was no point in trying again. He'd been trying to get her out of his mind since last month, but her bloody naivety and her even bloodier smiles that dared to try and warm his heart were stuck in his mind.

"Haruno, unless you want detention, I suggest you get back to your work," he said, sighing inwardly as she started again and resumed her work after looking at him, horrified and blushing with a deep red as the students snickered at her. Idly, he wondered how far that blush would go if he slid his hand up her—

'No,' he chided himself. As much as his darker side would love to taste her, she was off-limits. As someone entrusted to keep her welfare in mind, he had no right as her teacher to think of her in such a way. He glanced up briefly to see a hand in the air and motioned the owner forward, noticing only too late who the owner was.

"Sakura," he stated and saw her blush and fidget. This girl was too easy to read. The other females in the class glared.

"Sensei, I have a question about this problem," she said biting her lip nervously.

"Which problem?" he asked looking at the textbook placed in front of him. He felt her warmth leak into his skin from her body as she leaned over his shoulder. She brushed against him and shuddered slightly, imperceptible to everyone but him. He remained silent.

"You simply analyze the sentence and correct the punctuation using commas, semicolons, and periods," he explained, willing his body to remain calm as the smell of jasmine wafted to his nose. It wasn't perfume; she wasn't the type to wear it unlike many of his female students, so it was most likely her soap. His body tensed slightly at the thought of her naked body as the floral scent continued to entrap him. It wasn't overpowering, but subtle. She wasn't doing this purposefully. She probably had no idea she smelled like the small white flowers, but it was that naivety that had gotten him in this mess in the first place.

"Do you understand?"

"Hai, sensei," she replied enthusiastically and his mouth watered slightly. She was so eager, so ready to please him. The thought excited him. All he had to do was ask with the false prospect of something more and she'd give to him in earnest, but such action went against his moral fiber and left him unsettled by his primal urges. With a brief wave, he motioned her back to her seat and she went back obediently with a small cheery smile on her face.

His finger twitched once more.

Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me

They seemed to have a system between them in the months that followed. If he had an errand to do, she would automatically raise her hand to accept and he'd choose her for it, naturally. It seemed like he was out to sabotage himself, constantly accepting her help for menial tasks such as paperwork and copying; though as much as he didn't want to admit it, she was charming and it seemed she trusted him completely. A voice in his head would constantly remind him to take advantage of it, trying to convince him that it was something that both would enjoy, but it was wrong and he'd shut away the voice for another day until he saw her face again.

Her friends are so jealous
You know how bad girls get
Sometimes it's not so easy
To be the teacher's pet
Temptation, frustration
So bad it makes him cry
Wet bus stop, she's waiting
His car is warm and dry

"Slut!" screeched a female voice as a car peeled out into the night. Sakura hugged herself to keep warm. It was January and night had already fallen. Though it had not snowed this year, it had rained and the water shared its frozen counterpart's cold, but the cold sensation had yet to register. All she could think about was the sound of her best friend's scathing words in her ear.

It was no secret that she was in love with their English teacher and it was no secret that her friends did not approve.

She just didn't know how much.

When Tenten, Hinata, and her best friend, Ino pulled her into the bathroom after finding her returning a stack of papers to their sensei, she had thought nothing of it. It was only when Tenten locked the door behind them and Ino landed the first blow and the first of the venom revealed itself that she realized how much they disliked his showering of attention. Apparently, she wasn't the only one who liked their sensei.

Though it was revealed that Ino held feelings for their teacher, it was also shown that her friends disapproved of such feelings and when the pain could no longer be felt, Tenten and Ino stepped back to reprimand her for such foolish behavior. They offered no pity for her and though Hinata had not touched her, the disappointment in her eyes hurt all the same.

They had driven her out of the school and shoved her into the street and she crawled out of the gutter to lean against a bus stop. The rain smelled sweet and felt soothing to her. She let her arms press tighter against herself, mindful of her bruises as she imagined that it was his arms around her and felt the pain ebb slightly. She smiled. Lost in her wistful dreams, she failed to notice the car that stopped by where she stood or that the window had rolled down. Over the din of the rain pattering on the car hood, she could hear his voice ask, "Need a lift?"

She nodded and he leaned over to open the door. She climbed inside and at the contrast of temperatures, shivered. Kakashi draped a towel over her head and drove into the night before asking where she lived. She gave him directions and it was not long afterwards that they arrived at her residence. He turned the engine off, but left the car on and helped remove the towel from her body when he noticed the purple marks on her arms. "You're hurt," he stated.

"It's nothing," she told him, covering her arms only to expose the bruises on her back through the wet fabric of her white uniform shirt. She opened the door and motioned to swing her legs out when he gripped her wrist and held her back. She swung her head to face him and it was then that he noticed just how close they were. Two inches separated them, but it was enough for him to feel the chill on her skin.

"If something happened, you'd tell me, right? I am your teacher and it's my responsibility to look for you," he said in a serious tone, the sound of the windshield wipers mixing with the sound of his voice.

"Mmm," she replied with a nod and with a slight reluctance, nodded and let her go. She shut the door behind her and he watched her enter her house before driving back to his apartment for a restless night of sleep. Fitful dreams of their coupling where he could hear his name fall off his lips in a breathless whisper and feel her skin against his and just how heavenly she would feel around him and when he'd wake, a sense of self-loathing and disgust with himself would creep up his spine and thread through his system.

His lust became a poison for him. He was so tempted by her and she would be so willing, but despite all the sane-mannered things in the world, he cared for his student's well-being in earnest. Though his primal urges wanted to be sated, he wouldn't let his demons run him for concern of the girl. He shouldn't have been having feelings for such a girl and with the lust, the guilt ate at him from the inside, slowly killing him and he found himself in his weakest moments mourning for himself and his weakness.

Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me

Trust.

It was a matter of trust that he keep her pure. She trusted him fully and completely with the eyes of a child that he found he could not bear to see break.

Trust had always been an issue with him. He could trust in your ability, but he could never trust in you as a person. People also seemed to think the same of him, which was probably why the male population sought him out for help on work and the female population sought him out for sex. And now that he found someone willing to trust him as a person, he found the thought endearing and felt the earth shatter from his revelation. He simply couldn't break her trust because she put trust her in him as a person and she was the first person to do so.

But his demons would not let him rest and where there was light, there would be shadow and that was where his demons played.

Loose talk in the classroom
To hurt, they try and try
Strong words in the staff room
The accusations fly
It's no use, he sees her
He starts to shake and cough
Just like the old man in
That book by Nabokov

Kakashi strolled leisurely through the halls, ignoring the whispers of students as he passed.

"Look, it's him," they'd say as he walked past, pointing fingers over the tops of textbooks. Apparently, someone had spread a rumor that he was sleeping with his student. They'd automatically believed it since they already had a target in mind.

"Hi Kakashi-sensei!"

"Sakura," he nodded briefly in stark contrast to her cheerful greeting and it seemed to fan the flames. More people seemed to become caught in the rumor's snare, slowly bending them to its will as they began talking about their supposed relationship.

To be honest, he could care less. His reputation was something he had not earned intentionally and he could care less if it was dragged through the mud. In fact, he'd pull up a chair to watch, but it was the other things he was worried about. Apparently, his reputation wasn't the only one being sullied. Sakura's was in a worse state as stigmas of whore and slut were attached.

If she had noticed, she didn't let it show, but it was no surprise. It seemed she had gotten quite adept at hiding her inner turmoil.

As he stepped into the teacher's lounge for a cup of tea, it seemed that even here, he could not escape them. The jealous whispers of women seemed to tail him where ever he went.

"Look, it's him."

"I hear this isn't the first time."

"I heard that girl he's sleeping with has two boyfriends."

"Cheap floozy."

"What a jerk, he doesn't seem to care how this reflects upon us teachers."

But he could honestly care less, and what of their behavior? Didn't this prove that the teachers were no better than their younger counterparts, despite the staff meeting addressing this matter? They had done a thorough background investigation and had even administered a lie-detector test, which he had passed with flying colors. Even if he had been sleeping with her, the evidence would've shown by now and he wouldn't have been alive. Not when the girl they constantly referred to as a harlot was the cherished godchild of one Akiyama Tsunade, principal of the school.

Tea in hand, he decided to stare out of the window, lazily reclining against the frame with a dreamer's eye that seemed to infuriate the women further, but again, he could not care; he had other matters at hand.

Sleep. When had he last gotten a decent night of sleep? One that didn't include waking up in the middle of the night with his sheets twisted beneath his clenched fists and a cold shower to placate his body, but did nothing to wash away his guilt. The sensations grew stronger with each passing day, the dreams became more real and he found it harder to pull himself from the dreams. It wouldn't be too long before it would be impossible to tell fantasy from fact.

Laughter reached his ears and he looked down just in time to see his pink-haired temptress run to fetch the ball and he cursed their culture as he watched her move back to her group in a pair of tight-fitting shorts and a T-shirt.

It seemed someone up there loathed him with a vengeance.

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Rain beat down on Sakura as she hugged her arms to retain what little warmth she had left. It was Thursday, the day before their day off from school. A finger brushed a bruise and she flinched. Ever since her friends voiced their disapproval, it seemed it gave others the courage to do the same. It became a right of passage for the females of the school. Today, it was Kin and Tayuya, two girls from Asuma-sensei's English class.

Hesitantly, she reached up to brush away the hair glued to her face by the water and swept it up in a bun before rubbing her arms for warmth, her breath coming out in small puffs of steam. Where was he?

"Need a lift?" he asked, like all the other times. Like all the other times he found her in the rain under the cover of the roof of the bus stop, soaked to the bone with bruises marring her pale skin.

Wordlessly, she nodded like all the other times and he wordlessly opened the door and slid in and like all the other times, she shivered as she realized how cold it was outside the warmth of his car. As per their wordless routine, he draped a white towel across her shoulder and waited until she could feel her body warm slightly before nodding and he would nod back and drive off into the night.

As per routine, he would roll up to her gate and turn the key, killing the engine, but keeping the electricity running. Usually, he would ask the usual question of if anything happened, she'd tell him. He knew she was getting hurt and she knew he knew, but she would never give him the answer he wanted. She would just smile and say 'of course,' and leave the car. This time, silence stretched between them and she noticed his left hand rest on the steering wheel while the index finger of his right hand tapped the leather of his seat. He turned to her.

"How long are you going to let this continue?" he asked finally, a mix of frustration and exasperation in his voice. It was the most emotion he'd ever shown her.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, the towel shielding her face from his view, her voice a bare whisper.

"Yes, you do!" he hissed as he pulled up her sleeve to show her the dark bruise above her elbow.

"It's nothing. I fell," she replied, numbly pulling the sleeve back to its original position.

"You fell. For the 276th time in three weeks?" he asked sarcastically.

"I didn't know you were keeping count," she remarked.

His eye narrowed. "Stop it."

"Stop what?" she asked innocently, but it was too late to play coy.

"Stop this."

"Stop what?" She refused to face him and he jerked her roughly and she looked at him for the first time since they began talking. He ignored her flinch as his fingers wound around a bruise.

"Stop playing games with me," he said, the shadow of a threat hanging over his words.

"What games?" she asked facing away from him.

"Don't act like you don't know."

"Know what?"

"That you have feelings for me. That you have for a long time. That you want a relationship with me."

"You're insane," she said, moving towards the door when he jerked her back, his fingers catching her chin so she couldn't turn away.

"Then say it. Say it to my face. Tell me that you want nothing from me," he hissed.

She stared up at him, her mind blank as she gazed at him with wide eyes. The pad of his thumb brushed the small dip near the corner of her lip and his other hand remained locked around her wrist as he trailed his hand against her jaw line. She leaned into the touch, her eyes never leaving his, even when his hand left her wrist and he leaned nearer.

Fingers brushed porcelain skin as he returned his hand to the steering wheel. Even though they beat her, her face remained untouched. Her skin was still pale, still smooth. It felt wonderful under his fingertips.

His thumb continued to brush against her cheek and her eyes became dazed as her cheeks flushed and her mouth opened slightly. He looked at her parted lips and noticed their sheen in the light of the moon.

The air tasted sweet and the space between them felt like fire. The night was silent, the rain having stopped long ago as his thumb grazed her lower lip and a moan left her lips. It felt right. This felt so right and he knew that her title of temptress had been rightly earned. She was drawing him in helplessly without even trying and he leaned slightly, feeling their breaths mingle, the scent of jasmine driving him wild.

She would taste heavenly. He knew this, could taste her on the tip of his tongue. The thought of her cries of ecstasy as he took in her in his car just outside her house, screaming his name loud enough for her parents to hear made him dizzy with anticipation. This, all of this, all of her would be his in mere seconds and he couldn't have been more impatient for anything in his life.

She sat absolutely still as he leaned towards her. He could feel her breathing against his lips; feel her warmth through the layers of clothing separating them. Their noses were just brushing and his senses became more acute. He could feel how her breasts rose and fell as she breathed, how her scent was wrapping around him and pulling him in, how his hair brushed against her pink tendrils as a droplet of water fell into the valley between her creamy swells in the air of the night. Nothing in the world could compare to this feeling.

He leaned forward, their lips almost touching. He exhaled against her cheek and she shivered against him, the brief sensation of her body against his firing sparks along his system. This, this was what he had dreamed of for months on end. How he'd take her for the first time, how he would be her first and pleasure her body and please her until the dawn rose and her voice would be hoarse from screaming his name.

He was so close. Her body was nearly his and he could already feel how tight she would be when her inner walls finally closed around him. His lips were almost upon her, the hands resting on her shoulders tracing the fabric of the straps that lay beneath his fingers and-

"K-Kakashi-sensei?" Sakura asked timidly, her eyes wide and tinged bright with fear. He blinked; the fog of lust gone from his eyes to behold the frightened girl before him and snatched the hands from her shoulders as if scalded. Realization dawned upon him and to his horror and disgust, reminded him of his lecherous thoughts. Thoughts of being between her spread legs and branding her as his own, showing her the possibilities that lay within her, just underneath her innocence.

She reached up, slowly pulling the towel from her head and resting it within her fisted hand as she looked at her teacher, his head and shoulders slumped in defeat as his fists lay clenched at his sides.

"Kakashi-sensei, are you-"

"Sakura, I think it would be best if you go home now. Your parents must be worried."

She opened her mouth to disagree, but one look from his haunted gaze told her to do as she was told. With a brief nod, she thanked him for the ride and exited the car.

He watched her go, her back turned to him as she walked towards her house. Only when she disappeared behind the door did he allow himself to bow his head against his steering wheel.

He had managed to control himself this time, but as he remembered the sensation of her warmth against him and heard her moan in his ear, he didn't know how much longer he could last.

Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me