AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone, I'm Sakura-L and this is my first Naruto fanfiction. It was the stories on this very website which lead me to be a very firm supporter of the Kakashi/Sakura pairing in the first place, so I'm hoping to give back a little of the enjoyment that I felt reading all of your fic's, by writing this one for all of you.

This fanfiction is rated M, there will be mature topics discussed in the therapy sessions, as well as mature happenings that will be going on outside the therapy room later on in the story. So continue with caution!

And lastly, constructive criticism is welcome, after all I want to make a good job of this. So without further ado, sit back, grab some ice cream and begin to read : )

Oh yeah, and I almost forgot, I don't own a damn thing. The Naruto universe belongs to Kishimoto.

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Kakashi was the first to admit that he had annoyed quite a large percentage of the population of Konohagakure. Back in the days of Team 7, for example, he was fairly certain that he had irritated Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura on a daily basis. Perhaps even on an hourly basis if you combined his sarcastic, degrading comments with his frequent tardiness.

Kakashi, however, had always thought that these factors had made him endearing, and no matter how often he was late, or how little he showed how much he really cared about his comrades, no one had ever actually hated him for his quirks. But still, no matter how many times he thought about the situation at hand, he always came to the same conclusion, and by now Kakashi was fairly certain that this conclusion was, indeed, the right one.

Tsunade hated him with a passion.

As he made his way to Konoha hospital, jumping through the roofs of the many buildings, Kakashi decided that this was the only logical explanation. Perhaps he had turned up to her office late one to many times, or maybe it was the time he had abducted her expensive vintage sake and held it to ransom until she had taken his name off of the teaching list. Or it could have been the time… Kakashi ran a gloved hand through his hair and sighed. Okay, so going through it in his head Kakashi supposed he had given the woman adequate reasons to dislike him, yet he always pulled through when it counted, and more importantly he always returned her sake. So, why had he been signed up for compulsory therapy?

Therapy. Kakashi almost slipped from the rooftop he had just jumped on to at the mere thought of it. Luckily years of training saved him from what would otherwise have been a very embarrassing landing into the market below.

Training, he thought, now there's something I can do.

Kakashi was designed to kill in thousands of different ways, hell he could even cope with teaching children to do this, however irritating they may be, but sitting around discussing feelings? Now that was something that was definitely not on his favourite things to do list.

He gathered chakra into his feet, preparing for the leap onto the adjacent building, before suddenly springing into the air and landing with a small thud on exactly the point he had been aiming for.

Kakashi knew that he wasn't the most mentally stable occupant of the Village Hidden in the Leaves, he challenged anyone to find a shinobi that was, yet he was by no means in need of professional help. Compared to the Uchiha who had run off swearing to kill his one remaining relative, for example, he looked almost normal. Unfortunately, the fact that that very Uchiha had been his student worked against him.

The hospital appeared in front of him, and using his chakra to reduce the impact of his fall, Kakashi landed cleanly in front of the doors that led into the main foyer. As he walked forward he thought of what a truly horrible situation he was in. Normally he wouldn't even have considered turning up to Konoha's hospital just because he had been told to, he'd certainly never gone in conscious. Yet the threat of permanently replacing Iruka and looking after the sniveling brats of the Village Hidden in the Leaves hung above him like a rain cloud he just couldn't shake off.

He slouched over to the main desk, trying to look even more hunched that usual so that on the off chance that anyone he knew saw him willingly coming into the hospital, they would know that he wasn't at all pleased about doing so.

"Yo," he drawled to the receptionist, placing his arms on the desk so he could comfortably prop up his head.

"I have an appointment…" He trailed off, before handing her the slip of paper Tsunade had issued him with the week before.

"This appointment was for ten this morning." The receptionist frowned, pointing to the clock behind her that read eleven fifteen.

"Yeah, about that, you see upon arriving to the hospital punctually this morning I suddenly remembered I had no underwear on. Not wanting to risk any unfortunate accidents occurring I quickly rushed home to solve the problem, only to discover that-"

"Cut the crap Kakashi."

Despite what Kakashi had been led to believe, at that moment he was in no doubt that the devil was in fact female, not male, and existed in the form of Tsunade. In fact, the more Kakashi thought about it, the more likely it seemed. It was common knowledge after all that she changed her appearance, maybe it wasn't for the reason everybody thought…

"I hope my rapidly deteriorating memory hasn't caused any inconvenience to you, Lord Hokage." He risked a mock bow, however it seemed the joke was on him when he stood up and she promptly replied,

"Not at all Kakashi, I had your appointment booked for an hour and a half after the time I gave you, now hurry up, we don't want to keep your medic waiting."

Kakashi frowned. Were his lateness patterns finally becoming predictable? He'd have to fix that when he got out of this hell hole.

He followed her through a maze of passages that all looked exactly the same, and for once Kakashi was grateful that he was always carried into the hospital unconscious. It seemed that he had at least been saved the boredom of memorizing the hospitals layout. Tsunade finally stopped at a door, knocked once, and opened it, smiling at him and gesturing that he should go inside. Was that a hint of triumph he detected in her eyes?

Kakashi reluctantly walked in, arms firmly crossed across he chest, full of pity for whatever poor sap was unlucky enough to have to spend his day listening to the deranged mutterings of the psychologically damaged.

"What? No couch for me to lie on whilst I spill my very soul out to you?" Kakashi deadpanned.

He'd been hoping for a nap. It looked like all chances of that happening were now truly out of the window.

"Unfortunately, no, however if it's the distinct lack of lying down possibilities you're worried about, please feel free to use whatever piece of floor you think is comfiest. That way you'll be not only wasting my time with your stupid quips, but floor space as well. Just think, your irritation abilities would be doubled in efficiency."

Kakashi looked up, and into the bright green eyes of the young kunoichi who had just snapped at him. He beamed behind his mask. Oh the many, many ways that he could find to torment her in these sessions. One thing was for sure, Kakashi was no longer sorry that he wouldn't be able to nap during his appointment. He definitely wouldn't want to miss any of the embarrassment he was going to fling onto her in this session.

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Tsunade hated her.

That was the only possible reason she could have for putting her in charge of Kakashi's therapy duties. Sure, she had claimed that it was to make Sakura a more diverse medic who could specialize in whatever area she wanted to, yet Sakura was fairly certain that this was an endurance test. Tsunade had placed her with one of ANBU's elite perverts, and after dealing with Kakashi for seven years, Sakura was fairly sure that ANBU in fact stood for Annoying Ninja who Bullshit Unstoppably.

Yet there was no use in complaining now. Not when her patient was in the room, currently lying on what he had said was…

"Definitely the most comfortable piece of floor."

Oh, how she hated his arrogance. He was perfectly at ease with whatever situation faced him, he just went along with it, with that infuriating indifference that irritated her to the very core of her existence. Just for once, she wanted to see him on edge, or surprised, or in a situation where he wasn't in control.

Sakura wasn't stupid. She knew very well that there was nothing wrong with Kakashi and that he was definitely not in need of therapy. She was also pretty much certain that this was one of Tsunade's ways of getting back at Kakashi for one of the many irritations he had provided her with in the past. Sakura was aware of this, and that was why she felt no guilt in plotting to put a patient, the very person she was obliged to help, in a position in which he would feel uncomfortable.

Think, Sakura, think

She absentmindedly twirled the pencil she was holding.

Something that he isn't expecting you to say, something that will leave him stuttering, something-

"So, I'm not really an expert on this sort of thing, but usually therapy involves some sort of communication between the nut and the medic." Kakashi said, raising an eyebrow, whilst turning on his side so he was facing her with his head propped up with his arm.

Although no doubt the casual movement and raised eyebrow were designed to remind her what a waste of time this session actually was, it was the same movement that provided her with inspiration. A flash of orange was revealed in the pouch that hung from his belt, which was only just visible due to his new position. That orange could only belong to one book, and carefully concealing the excitement from her voice, she calmly responded,

"Well, seeing as you seem to jump right into the deep end, I won't beat around the bush. Kakashi-sensei," she said, pausing for a small amount of time to add some suspense to the situation, "I think you might be a sex addict."

A short silence followed in which Sakura gripped her pencil tightly, happily thinking that she may have, in fact, made Kakashi speechless. However, that bubble was soon burst as Kakashi replied, seemingly equally as happily,

"Oh? And, what would give you that idea?"

Sakura snapped the pencil she was holding.

Great, she thought, just great.

She hadn't thought he would actually treat this as a serious topic, she thought he'd merely gape at her until she changed to a more serious one, or walk out claiming that this was wasting time that could otherwise be spent mastering his Mangekyo.

Sakura groaned inwardly. It appeared she was going to spend the next fifty minutes talking to her ex-sensei about his sex life. She just knew it was going to be a long day.

"What gave me that idea? Well, you did read porn in front of twelve year old kids." She said evenly, on the off chance that he'd been hoping she'd not continue the topic, and when she did he would react how she had originally thought he would.

Yet it appeared, it was not to be. All she got out of him was that eye crease which she knew meant he was smirking underneath his mask, and a reply of,

"Maybe we should talk about that first then?"

Kakashi beamed, changing his position so he was lying on his back, his hands behind his head. "Well Doc, it perhaps dates back to the first time I had sexual intercourse…"

Sakura mentally kicked herself for being so stupid. She'd said it herself, the guy read porn in public, it was unlikely he was going to be fazed by talking about sex to someone fourteen years younger, who was obviously inexperienced.

She propped her head up with her hands, hoping they would hide the red colour of her cheeks before risking a glance at the clock on her desk. Forty nine minutes to go.

"I mean, it's really not my fault that I missed, there's a lot of pressure on when you do it for the first time," Kakashi continued happily, looking at the ceiling.

It was definitely going to be a long day.