Innocence-
Summary: I told you child don't follow me home, your just to perfect for my hands to hold, if you choose to stay, you'll throw it all away, I just want to take your innocence…
This is a 'semi' song-fic; it's based off of the song Innocence by Halestorm, (Which I LOVE) it's my favorite song at the moment, and they're my favorite band. It's kinda backwards from the song, and I used Kakashi as the 'taker' and Sakura as the 'Innocentee'
WARNING: Contains Very Mature Adult Themes (please don't report me o.O)
Lyrics: (For those who cant listen to the song)
See it from the outside, running to the wall, swinging from your blind side, but you don't know me at all, I've been here to many times before, and your tears don't mean a thing, I only come when you scream, I told you child don't follow me home, your just too perfect for my hands to hold, if you choose to stay, you'll throw it all away, and I just want to take your innocence… Is this what you wanted? Did I make your dreams come true, sitting in the corner, wondering what you got into, and you ache for things you don't understand, that your tears don't mean a thing and I only come when you scream, I told you, child, don't follow me home, you're just to perfect for my hands to hold, if you choose to stay, you'll throw it all away, and I just want to take your innocence, there's no such thing as fate, only yourself to blame, you never walked away, I told you child, DON'T FOLLOW Me Home, your just to perfect for my hands to hold, if you choose to stay, you throw it all away, and I just want to take your innocence, I told you child don't follow me home, your just too perfect for my hands to hold, if you choose to stay, you'll throw it all away and I just want to take…
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and am not making money from this (T.T)…
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She couldn't help it. She couldn't help staring off into the distance, day-dreaming about him. She couldn't help loving the un-lovable; at first she didn't think it was possible.
Sakura Haruno looked back down at her paperwork, chewing on the cap of her pen as she flipped another page of the current mission report, not really paying attention to what it had said; she was thinking of something else, or rather someone else. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get him out of her head, it was like he was permanently stuck there, clouding her vision, and every thought she had.
Maybe it was just an infatuation.
No, Sasuke had been an infatuation, sort of. She loved him, but not to the point at which she did for Kakashi. It was wrong; she knew, to love him, her ex-sensei. She couldn't help it, not one bit.
She put the pen back into the mug that said 'bite me' and got up from her desk, stretching her arms high above her head. Happy birthday to me, she murmured near silently. Twenty-three, and she was still…innocent. She wasn't allowed on S-missions like the rest of the team because of it, which left her sitting in an office for some allotted amount of time, looking over sheaves of paper work.
She needed to get off. Sakura wasn't one to complain about her needs or things she wanted, even on important dates, like Christmas or her birthday, but she knew she was far too sexually pent up for her own good. Being in a ten-foot radius of a man made her wet. Made her want it more than anything.
She looked outside, into the pouring rain, and decided she'd spend the rest of her birthday at the watering hole, on the out skirts of town. Where he, she and the rest of the team usually went after a long mission. They'd sit for hours screwing around and drinking themselves silly, it was the happiest they were together. Drunk off their asses having a good time. It looked like she'd being flying solo that night though, her team out on some stupid mission she wasn't allowed to go on because of her v-card.
She took her coat off of the rack, and headed downstairs to the outside world, being drown in rain. It was storm season, and the rain was torrential. She liked it; she liked how rainy it was in Konoha. Something about the rain picked her up, made her feel at least somewhat human when she felt alien in her own skin.
She wouldn't feel alien, that is, if he didn't hold that stupid male arrogance about him, that smug sense of superiority that flowed from his very being. She hated it. Hated him, and yet still, he stole her heart. She loved as she hated.
She pinched the bridge of her nose, and sighed at a newly formed headache washing over her, yup, she was going to drink her heart out tonight. She could see herself stumbling home now, slipping on the soaking sidewalk, or being washed away and into the storm drains if she happened to stumble into the road.
She laughed coldly, maybe she'd ride the first guy that offered, and give away what she wanted so badly to be taken by a man she hated. Sakura pulled the collar of her jacket up around her neck, and put her hands in her pocket, avoiding the people she passed with casual easiness acquired from her years as a kunoichi. How could she even think that, she chided herself, why would she even contemplate loosing her virginity to some man-whore that probably bagged every single and unfaithful woman in Konoha? Because she knew he would never consider even bedding her.
She hung her head in disappointment as she walked into the familiar bar, and took her familiar seat. It felt awkward, her captain not to her left, and the rest of the team not to her right. She was hopelessly lonely.
Though, she did welcome the warmth the jumping little joint offered. It wasn't cold, like a lot of the other bars in Konoha; these people actually knew how to turn on a heater. She even welcomed the musky smell of cigarette smoke fogging the place; it was homey in a way. The music always seemed to fit her mood as well, metal or rock always blaring in the background, and the lights were always dimmed, like her mood.
She looked up at the bartender, "Just gimme the usual Ari, I'm drinking alone tonight."
The young man smiled with a slight sigh at her, "'Nother S-mission, huh?" His think southern drawl echoed around her pleasantly. "Oh and Happ' Birthday, Sakura-chan."
"Yeah and thanks." She mumbled with distaste. At least he'd remembered her birthday; Ari was her closest civilian friend, and when she wasn't with the team, and he wasn't working, she was with him, usually. Other times she'd be off in the fields training her ass off to achieve her own sense of superiority, well, until Kakashi brought her back down, chiding her.
Ari placed the glass in front of her, "I added a bit more vodka, you and Hatake-san are the only ones who seem to drink it any more."
"Do me a favour next time you see him?" She smiled fakely at the light haired man. She'd make the ass feel the pain she felt, in some way shape or form.
He shook his head and laughed, "Sure thing, hon, what is it?" He propped his hand on his hip, ready to hear some blasphemous plan come out of her mouth.
Sakura smiled at him, if he weren't gay, she thought. He was like the perfect man, caring, understanding, and always did as he was told.
She sighed, "Would you slip him some tequila? All he needs is a sip of that stuff and he gets hammered, I mean…Kakashi can hold his alcohol, but if he even smells that shit he's dumb-fuck-drunk." Oh how she loved sweet revenge. She remembered the first time Kakashi had tried the bitter drink, taking shots just as Sakura had; only he hadn't lasted near as long. Tequila seemed to make his clothes fall right off.
Ari smiled, "Babe, consider him under the table already."
"I love you, Ari-kun."
The man smiled with a shake of his head, and left to the other end of the bar, getting orders from more of the usual drunks, and vacationing couples. Sakura nursed at her glass, drinking in the mixture known to her and Kakashi as Sokolov, a potent mix of vodka, whiskey, and gin; a drink they found in Russia on a mission about two years ago.
She smiled, Naruto couldn't stand to look at it and Sai puked every time he tried to down the poison. Tenzou on the other hand, would leave if he even heard a word similar to Sokolov. She and Kakashi were the only ones that could drink it, besides the Russians, but they drank all kinds of stuff like that.
She loved how strong it was; and she absolutely loved how it made most men cringe. That added to her overly bruised female ego, made her feel a lot better.
"Nice to know you're thinking of me Sakura-chan." The bitter voice was all too familiar in her ear, all too welcomed.
"Back so soon, huh, Hatake?" She mumbled as he took his seat next to her, and swiped what was remaining of her drink. "That's mine, extra vodka." Kakashi wasn't a fan of the clear liquid, said it made his stomach turn; yet, he sat with her, most nights, drinking it.
"I don't care," he deadpanned, "My next drink will be laced with that terrible shit they call tequila thanks to my favorite pink-haired kunoichi. Spreading the love are you?" He couldn't help but smile weakly at her, "I almost forgot, happy birthday."
"Yeah and Thanks…" She shuddered at the L word falling from his mouth. Love. Gods she was pathetic, more so than usual. Sakura smiled falsely, despising him at the moment; mentally, at least, because physically she sure as hell wanted him to bend her over the bar and take her then and there.
He hummed in response and finished off the rest of her Sokolov, "So…" He inhaled and exhaled audibly, making sure she heard him. Little to her knowledge, did she know his nose was so sensitive, even more so than The Inuzuka clans, that he could smell her arousal, and it tore at him. It tore at him that he didn't let on that he knew just how bad she wanted him, and just how bad he wanted her. He would not be her first. He made himself that promise the night he learned of her feelings, thanks to the Curly haired blonde pouring drinks at the other end of the bar. She wasn't the only one who had befriended the civilian.
"Why do you keep doing that?" That was the third time since he'd shown up. It was really getting on her nerves.
"Allergies," He lied through his teeth, "Lots of dandelion in Ame." That was a lie, Ame was known for its ocean front and lack of foliage, and that beside, and he had no allergies. He lowered his mask, and inhaled again, "I'm trying to clear my sinuses."
"I see." She said flatly, seemingly not giving a damn. She stared from the corner of her eye, watching him as adjusted his headband.
He looked at her, "So why does Sakura-chan want Kakashi to be and I quote, dumb-fuck-drunk?" He wanted her to stop with the games, and to tell him. Confirm his assumptions, so he could tell her why it was wrong and they could go on with their lives.
"Dunno…" She swirled her empty glass in her hand.
Lie. That was more of a lie than he could even fathom, lies had a scent, and the worse the lie, the stronger the scent; bitter, and off putting, and he hated how it marred the smell of her sweet arousal, he hated how it interfered with her natural scent, the scent he loved so much. The fact that it was a big lie, made the scent all the worse, it was too strong for his tastes, even from her.
"Bullshit. Why don't you just tell me why, Sakura? After twelve years, you still don't feel comfortable talking to me? Great thing to know that I got through to you." He looked at her, his steely grey eye filled with emotion he knew he wasn't supposed to show. Disdain, betrayal, and pure male ego. He, somewhere deep inside, wanted her to suffer.
She scoffed, "You're such a prick, Hatake. You would never understand, even if I spelled it out for you. Screamed it in your face, or hell just hit you up side the head with it. You wouldn't understand." She took the glass Ari handed her and down the stinging liquid in one swallow. "Do you know why you're never going to understand, hmm Kakashi, do you? Because you're a stuck up prick, and you let your ego control your god-forsaken life."
She got up from her stool, grabbed her coat and walked towards the door, bumping past Naruto and Sai as she did so.
"Hey, Sakura-chan do you wanna…get a drink with us?" Naruto muttered as she left, "What's her issue?" he looked to his ivory skinned friend for the answer.
Kakashi pushed through the duo and answered the blonde's question as he went, trailing after the pinkette, "I pissed her off."
Naruto looked over at Sai, "He's real good at that you know."
Sai nodded, "Yeah…is something going on between them?" Sai was good at reading too far into things, but this time, he felt like he should say something despite Team Seven's attempts to train him not to.
"Nah, I think it's just that time of the month." Naruto waved it off and dragged Sai to the bar.
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"Sakura-chan, could you at least try and act your age?" Kakashi shouted to her as she stormed off down the street. She was over-reacting. "You're twenty-three now; don't you think it's about time to drop the teenage façade?"
She turned on her heel, "Excuse me, Kakashi…" Her tone said it all. Angry, Hurt. "You're the one who plays the games with people, what are you like…forty?"
Kakashi stopped, ten feet in front of her, standing tall, his male dominance shining through. "Says the girl who won't even admit it to herself that she's madly in love with a man she shouldn't be in love with." He smiled sarcastically, knowing he'd hit a chord with that one.
Her jaw dropped slightly, surprised, before clenching shut in fury, "I have admitted it to myself, Kakashi…" Her hands were propped on her hips, her weight shifted to one leg, her hair waving wildly in the wet wind.
"Let me just give you a round of applause on that one, Haruno, because that's all you've ever done for yourself." He was cutting too deep, and he knew it. If it would change her mind about him though, he was for it.
He was being unusually cruel, and she couldn't help the tears that welled in her eyes as he said those words. He'd gone too far, she'd done everything for herself, no thanks from him.
"You know what Kakashi!" Her hands flew up, helping her make him see just how angry she was, how hurt she was; "I love you, is that what you wanted to hear? I'll tell you right now, I may have given you my heart, but I know I sure as hell hate you, more than any one I've ever met. So I'm sitting in the corner trying to figure out how I can love the one person I hate more than anything."
He stood for a minute thinking about what she had just said, "You don't love me."
She rolled her eyes, letting her tears finally break free, "Typical Kakashi Hatake." She turned and left, and he didn't follow.
He could smell her tears, wafting in the air. Weakness wasn't something shinobi were supposed to show. It aroused him to think of her pain, he was a sick morbid son of a bitch, he thought as he stood to think about what had just happened as a whole. God he needed a drink, maybe he should have let her slip him the tequila, so he wouldn't be so torn. He knew where she was coming from, loving and hating in the same; it was confusing, even for him. He was never confused, by anything. Except love. Love confused him.
He made himself a vow right then, he would not be her first, could never be. Even after her initial loss of virginity, he would not touch her; she was far to perfect for his hands to touch. She was the innocence in his life, and he would not take that small bit of lasting purity from her to satisfy his own needs.
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Fuck him, she thought as she walked into work, the morning after the fight, Fuck him and the pathetic existence he called a life. He could be a prick, and run the person that loved him for him, into the ground. She would kick his ass later, she mused, and she would snap him like a twig. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Fuck.
Stupid male pride, if and when women took over the world, she'd be sure to make sure he got thrown into a volcano. She'd be sure to make sure; he got royally fucked by the paradox called life. She smiled; a volcano seemed a bit merciless, perfect.
Her heart sank, internally battling her melancholic mind. She couldn't hurt him in that way, maybe break a couple hundred bones in a couple hundred places, but not incinerate him. She had a heart, she told herself, it was just cold, and he was the only person who seemed able to melt it.
Kakashi woke late, his head pounding from a well-deserved hangover. Ari had slipped him some tequila, oh how loyal he was to the pink haired vixen. Kakashi hated that, hated her having that close a connection to him, so much so that Ari would interfere with their fight. He didn't blame him though, how could you not help but care for her?
So seemingly dainty, and…innocent, and still such an agile killer that it made him proud to know her.
Life was like a three finger prostate exam. It hurt like a bitch and made you want to drop the first person that mentioned anything about it. She was right though, about one thing at least, he was a god-forsaken prick. He'd admit it. He'd give her that much, nothing more.
He spent the rest of the say sleeping off his hangover, occasionally reading the smut he called a novel, only to end up at the bar, next to her, drinking their ritual drink. It was like nothing had happened.
She looked at him from the corner of her eye, "Kakashi?" His profile was stoic, casual, not showing any of the conflicting emotions forming the storm in his body. A storm he couldn't control.
"Hn?" he wasn't in a talking mood. He sipped at his Sokolov, looking up at her as he did so.
"Can I ask you something?" She sighed, and downed what was left of the off brown liquid in her glass.
"Anything."
"I want you to be my first."
She didn't have time to finish what she was saying before the words fell from his mouth, "No way in hell." She watched the anger that crossed his face quickly then being replaced with what she knew was practiced, fake annoyance. He was more than willing, she could tell, just by the way he inhaled. She'd figured it out, why he did that. He could smell her arousal.
"You said anything."
"Not that, anything but that." He stated flatly, his tone bitter, and serious, telling her no meant no.
She was never one to listen to the rules in his case. Ever. A teachers pet, maybe, but rules were something she didn't like to follow.
"So you rather I run off and fuck the first man-whore I see, rather than loose it to someone I trust?" She felt like throwing the glass in her hand at his head, maybe she'd knock some sense into him.
She just had to play the guilt card. She had to, he though angrily, Stupid, stupid, stupid. He should have kept his mouth shut. "I will not take your virginity."
"Why the hell not? Life's fucked me over more than once; I'm going to you, because I trust you."
"I don't care, Sakura, this discussion is over." He got up from his seat, and started for the door. He knew she was following close behind, her mind reeling in anger.
She waited until they were outside and away from the crowds before saying anything more on the subject, "Kakashi, I'm asking you out of fear, and impatience. I'm twenty-three years old, and I'm still a virgin. I'm held back on mission with you and the team because of that. If not for me, hell if not for you, for the entire fucking team. So we can work as a whole."
She was being logical about it, he'd give her credit.
He'd give her the choice.
"Don't follow me home. If you do, if you choose to stay, I will not hesitate to do as you have asked," he spoke with his head down, his eyes focusing on the wet dirt under his feet. "I will not be gentle, I will not be slow."
He was hoping, praying to a god he didn't believe in that she be scared by his threats and turn the other cheek and run with her tail between her legs, because if she didn't, it wouldn't be her tail between her pretty legs.
She stood silent; going over the pros and cons of the situation. She needed it, needed him. She wanted to work with the team again, S-missions were more and more common and she wanted to work them.
She crossed her arms over her chest, "I'm not asking for gentleness."
"I will hurt you." He knew he would, he would not be gentle. "I'm telling you, child, don't follow me home."
She decided. "I want you to."
"You're throwing everything away, Sakura. The only reason I'm even considering is because I want to take your innocence. I've heard taking a virgin is much better for the man than the woman." He was nearly begging the deity that she drop the entire thing, and get on with her life, make it seem as if the whole ordeal never happened.
She bit back the fear that was welling inside of her. She would not be scared of his threats; she would not let him see her cry. She would not show weakness, not in front of him.
"I want to hear you scream in pain, I want to see tears slide down those rosy cheeks of yours. I want to watch your face as you try to prevent yourself from crying in pain." The statement was so raw, so true, it broke her heart.
She shrugged, "Doesn't matter to me." She said, seemingly indifferent.
He was hurting himself, mentally, strangling his imaginary neck, in his head. He was an asshole. He was a stupid asshole that wanted to get off on his former pupil's screams of pain as he took her innocence. Gods, he was a sick fuck.
He sighed, and took her by the arm, pressing her against the nearest building, his black mask lost in the brief movement. His kiss wasn't anything to write home about, it was rough, sloppy and desperate. How he wanted it to be.
He controlled her.
She squeezed her eyes shut as he kissed her, his tongue plunging into her mouth, rubbing against hers, trying to get a reaction from the girl in his arms, pressed to the wall. She moaned into the kiss when his knee managed to get in between her thighs.
He sighed silently; she was like putty in his hands at this point; and for a reason he didn't understand, it roused him like a kid finding his first porno. He had one elbow by her head, holding himself off of the wall, his other one resting on her hip; he slid it slowly back, caressing the mound of her ass.
She arched into his touch, moaning his name so only they could hear. It made him hard, hearing his name fall from her lips. He tried to tell himself that he didn't want her like he thought he did, it was just the fact he hadn't been with a woman in a very long time. It got old, using his hand, hiding behind his bathroom door; this was the real deal, right now, at least.
He pulled away, running a hand through the silken strands of his hair, "Like I said." Kakashi turned and started walking away, hoping she'd taken the warning.
"Kakashi…"
He stopped, but didn't turn around, he couldn't.
"I haven't changed my mind."
His heart plummeted, sinking low in his stomach, while the one part of him that said this was right rose higher, harder. He closed his eyes tightly, inhaled deeply and turned to face her. What was she doing to him? "My place is right around the block."
The walk was a quiet one, neither spoke. Nor did they bump eachother, or get anywhere within touching distance. Kakashi silently thanked her. She silently cursed herself. What were they doing?
It was nothing more than a game neither wanted to loose, a game called life, and one that, in the end, would bite both of them in the ass.
She watched her gaze half-lidded as he unlocked the door to his apartment. He stood in the doorway, his back to her, "Last chance."
"…" she folded her hands in front of her, her fingers playing silently, keeping her occupied. Keeping her from looking up to the man in front of her, the man about to make her a woman.
He blew out to easy himself, "If you choose to stay… you'll throw it all away."
"I've thought this through." She said, nearly choking on her words; she was unnerved, her mind racing, her heart pounding.
He pushed the door open and allowed her in. Regretfully, he thought. She was the going to be the end of him; if it wasn't because he was having a heart attack; it was because he did himself in.
He dropped his flak vest on the floor, by the door, before moving to her, one hand resting on her hip, the other bracing him against the wall. He wasn't holding back anymore.
His lips slanted on hers, claimed hers. He didn't kiss her like he would a lover, he kissed her like he had promised, rough and dominant; not gentle in the least.
Sakura stood on her toes, back against the wall as she returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck; trying to keep herself lifted, to reach his lips.
His free hand slipped underneath her red vest, traipsing over the silk skin of her abdomen; As far as he was concerned, she was in it for the long run. As far as he was concerned, he'd just lost the last good thing in his life, his only innocence.
She didn't protest when his hand tugged her binding's loose, and they fell to the floor, pooling at her feet. She didn't say a thing when he yanked at her zipper, and the shirt fell open, exposing her naked chest to his greedy eyes. She didn't know what to do; she felt her confidence slipping though his fingers.
His lips moved form her lips to her neck, right below her ear. He nipped and licked, while he teased and taunted with his hands. He lifted her up, and pressed his hips against her center to hold her against the wall. His erection pressing against her, making her moan with each shift of her hips.
He was sure Genma could hear them, his apartment next door tended to echo a lot of things that went on in Kakashi's. Kakashi snorted with a laugh, Genma had been trying to get into Sakura's pants for months, wouldn't that just put out his fire, ne? Kakashi sleeping with her. Genma was going to be pissed.
Kakashi inhaled deeply, taking in the wafting scent of her arousal. He knew the smell of her would stay days after she left, and he knew that his nose would pick it up while others wouldn't. It made him feel sick, mentally.
Sakura couldn't help but moan his name as he rolled his hips against hers, the pressing form of his erection rubbing against her. She wanted him, and she wanted him bad. It was something she'd never felt in her life, but she liked how it made her feel light-headed, and she liked how it made her knees weak.
She liked how he made her feel.
The more she thought about it, the more it made sense to her; it was a fate thing, and there wasn't any 'beating around the bush' it was meant to happen. At least, she thought it was. You couldn't, deny the inevitable.
She gasped when he pulled them away from the wall, and took their 'party' to his bedroom. The loss of the stability against her back made her weary of just how stable she was. For reasons she didn't identify with she felt like crying, not out of joy or happiness, she just felt like crying because she could.
What was wrong with her? What was wrong with him?
He grunted when her back hit the bed, and he stumbled forward, his lips falling against hers. Kakashi watched her reaction as he adjusted himself between her legs, his knees spreading her legs, so he could rest snuggly between them. He had a hand on either side of her head, holding himself up as he pressed his lips to hers again, kissing her with all the emotion he could muster; anger, hate, sorrow. It wasn't much.
Sakura cried out his name when his hand cupped her heated core, sending fingers of tingling sensation up her spine. She trembled beneath his hands, loving the sensations she felt; things she'd never felt before.
She trembled as he tugged at her spandex and tossed them to a corner of his bedroom; the buckles on her skirt were the next to be attacked by his hands, her skirt sliding from her waist to the side of his bed.
He thrust his fingers inside of her, making her cry out in pained pleasure. He found it disgusting that he was getting off on being her first, being the first to ever touch her in these ways, on hurting her. And still, he found it so alluring so tempting, that he couldn't stop.
Kakashi added another finger, and she cried out. He could smell her tears, he knew he'd hurt her, and he loved it. Relished in it.
Sakura bit her bottom lip; trying to compensate for the pain she felt, the pain he was causing. IT hurt more than she'd expected it too, and she didn't have the control to apply any chakra to the sore muscles he was torturing with his fingers.
She felt disgusting; she loved the way it hurt. She liked the pain. What was wrong with her? She thought when he took both her wrists and pinned them above her head with one of his hands.
"Say it."
She whimpered, "What?"
"My name, say it."
"Kakashi…"
"Again…" He pulled his fingers from her; they fumbled with the zipper on his jeans. He was so hard he was sure he could hammer railroad spikes at the moment. He loved hearing her cry his name, the strangled noise like music to his ears as she started mumbling it over and over again.
She squeezed her eyes shut as he moved over her again. She could feel the tears running down her cheeks; she was scared and she hurt, yet she wanted him to do more, but the only thing she could manage to say was his name.
Sakura cried out a scream of pain as he entered her, he slowly inch by inch took her until he filled her to the hilt. He moved his hips back, and she cried out again, wanting so much more from him. The pain was amazing; it was so good it hurt.
He could feel her pain, his acute senses picking up the pain he was causing her and it made the straining length of his erection twitch with pleasure. It was arousing beyond belief.
"Oh…yes…" she cried out.
It was arousing that he aroused her as he hurt her.
"Ah, fuck…" He groaned as he entered her again. She was tight beyond belief.
She sobbed again, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and biting it hard. She could feel it when she broke the skin, she could taste the metallic flavor of her blood on her tongue, and she cried out as he finished and pulled away from her, leaving the room completely after he'd pulled his pants back up and fastened them.
Sakura sat up and rested her head on her knees. What had she gotten into?
.xxx.
Kakashi went back to his apartment later that morning and found Sakura gone, leaving nothing except her bindings. He could still smell her on his person, and in his apartment. He shook it off, his mind seemingly as blank as it was full, he couldn't think straight.
He sauntered to his bedroom, and stopped in the doorway, his room filled with the smell of her tears and her arousal. He didn't dare look at the white sheets he knew were underneath the green quilt he had, they were only proof of what had happened the night before and he wasn't sure he could face that part of him yet.
"What have you done?" He asked himself as he stripped out of his clothes and took a shower, cleaning the physical filth from his body. When he was done, he toweled off and pulled on a pair of loose fitting jeans before crashing on his sofa.
He perked up from his couch when somebody knocked at his front door. He groaned, stretched and got to his feet and answered the door.
"Sakura…"
Sakura's emerald eyes darted around and avoided his as she stood in front of him. "Can we talk?"
He looked her over a second before managing a "Sure."
He collapsed on his couch again and watched as she sat down in his arm chair. Most people didn't know her well enough to notice the limp, but he did. He, in a matter of speaking, knew her better than anybody.
"I…About…."
"If you're asking for an apology you're not getting one. I warned you, I told all I wanted was to take your innocence…" He growled the words.
"That's not what I…"
"It's what you wanted isn't it? Did I make your dreams come true?"
"Kakashi…" she swallowed hard, "I was saying…I've done a lot of thinking today, and did so well into the evening…"
He looked up at his clock, it was nearly mid-night. "And?"
"…Well…I…"
He cocked an eyebrow.
"I want…I mean I…."
"There's no such thing as fate, and you wouldn't have that problem if you'd walked away…." He knew what she was getting at. She ached for things she didn't quite understand…
She looked down at her feet, "You hurt me…You made me cry. And still, I want more."
Kakashi crossed his arms over his chest. "So then have somebody beat the shit out of you, I'm sure it'll give you the same feeling."
"You're a sadistic mother fucker who'd much rather bend me over a table and beat me 'til I'm black and blue then send me to someone else who'd be gentle and caring."
Kakashi tried to not seem shocked by her words. "And you a pathetic masochist who would rather I do so!"
"Help me to help you Kakashi." Her eyes met his.
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This is really, really, really dark for me…I think.