Somebody Human

Sakura smiled politely, tilting her head slightly to the side and intentionally causing a few locks of her shining hair to fall on her high cheekbone. The man seated before her swallowed carefully and lost himself in the middle of the sentence.

The pink-haired girl deepened her smile, turning it into an honest one. None the less her amusement she spoke in a serious tone. "You were saying?...".

The man looked at her, hesitated, and she knew he was trying to decide whether she was mocking him or not. She could practically see the little wheels turning in his pretty little head, and boy, he definitely had a very good looking head. His dark eyebrows twitched as he bravely carried on.

"Well, I was saying that I just don't get what everybody is so excited about. Those guys are nothing compared to us! We totally kicked their ass the last time, and we are definitely going to do it next time as well-".

He continued on and on. Sakura watched him without hearing a single word. She already gave it a shot earlier and found herself bored to death when he launched into his fourth speech of his…what was it again? Oh yeah, rock band. Give a guy a guitar and watch him raise himself to the position of a god. How fascinating. Even though, she once again noted in appreciation, he indeed owned a slightly divine look. She would give him the rank of a very distant god related human, she decided, satisfied from her ability of accuracy. His dark shoulder-length hair definitely deserved a high score while his blue eyes were absolutely perfect.

She vaguely heard the man mumbling a question, and by assuming it was a- "right?", she nodded in agreement. The man smiled in contentment to her fine mind that found the right path in agreeing to everything he said. She knew he was thinking "this girl knows what I am talking about, I like her", and suddenly felt the well known sensation of disgust. Why does he have to be so fucking boring. It's simply amazing how they were all exactly the same. She turned her head to the window besides her and stared at the dark night skies absently. The tiny stars seemed so far away, more far than usual. She suddenly thought how far away they must be not only from her but from each other as well. It must be lonely. Outside the window the wind blew onto the tops of the trees, creating small waves of leaves. Then in this green sea the fishes must be the birds, she smiled to herself.

"What's so funny?", the very far god related human demanded to know.

"I just thought how cute you are", she batted her lashes sweetly at him without second thought.

"You did?", he smirked foolishly, and a minute later a hungry spark lit in his eyes. "Let's get out of here", he ordered, waving a waitress for the check. Sakura turned her head to the window again and sighed inwardly. She didn't really mind what was coming next, but she knew very well it was the beginning of the end. The end of the evening as well as the end of them, which was quit a shame since she very much enjoyed his magnificent face. But all good things must come to an end.

He finished paying the bill and helped her up on her feet. She let him lead her by the hand out of the restaurant while she smoothed over the black small dress she wore. She knew not a few of the men in the restaurant turned their heads to watch her perfectly shaped body in that little piece of clothing. She also knew the man holding her hand noticed it with satisfaction as well, and changed his holding into a more possessive one.

Oh dear god, you really did made them all exactly the same.

They exited the restaurant into a long wide road and the man polled her into a dark spot under one of the trees. Holding her hips he pushed her body against the trunk, pressing himself against her and lowering his face to hers. She didn't resist and he landed a long, hungry kiss to her lips. Nice kisser, she thought, and took advantage of the opportunity to feel his chest muscles with her hands. The dark haired man began to move his palms, each in a different direction. One to caress her behinds and the other to grab her breast. Sakura decided to grant him one more minute of joy before she pushes him away. She never let them go beyond this point. It always felt oddly wrong.

His touches became more passionate and she already placed her hands on him, ready to shove him away, when she suddenly heard approaching steps. Before she was able to get the man off her she found herself staring over his shoulder into the faces of a slightly surprised group of men. She quickly pushed the guy away, using too much force and making him stumble, and moving herself up from the trunk she stepped a small step forward so that she could see the men faces clearly.

It was a group of some of the older jounins, she found to her agitation, and while she examined them one by one she found a face that made her freeze.

Htake Kakashi.

His silver hair moved slightly in the tender wind and the moon light played with his gray eye that was a little wide in surprise. The ultimate regular question immediately popped up in her head: How can one person get it all?, she wondered in the back of her mind while uncontrollably blushing. A magnificent work on this one, she pointed out to god with a fair amount of appreciation.

"Is everything ok over here?", one of the jounins asked carefully, eying the dark haired guy who was still panting slightly heavy. He moved his questioning stare back to Sakura, waiting for her replay.

"Hmm, yeah. Everything is fine", she managed to say while forcing herself to remove her eyes from her handsome former sensei. She smiled towards the jounin who spoke, reassuring him that she was in control.

"Alright then, have a good evening", he smiled back at her while some of the other jounins grinned knowingly. But not him, not Kakashi. He still seemed mildly surprised, but then the group started moving again and he turned his gaze away and disappeared with the rest of the men around a corner.

It took her a minute to shake herself back into realty. She suddenly felt like crap. Fuck. She thought.

"You know those guys?", the man besides her asked, trying to remind her of his existence.

She turned her head slowly and stared at him for a few seconds, like she was trying to remember who the hell he was and what was he doing there. At the end she simply sighted and began with no farther delays her parting speech.

"Listen, you are really cute and all, truly, and I had a great time, but something tells me this is not going to work. So I think it would be better if I won't keep on wasting your time. I'm sorry, but lets call it a night, ok?". She recited with an a apologetic smile and began to turn away.

"Wha- wait!", he called after her, grabbing her hand, "what do you mean? You were enjoying yourself, I saw you! Why the hell the sudden change?".

Sakura sighed, rolling her eyes. "Look, I'm tired so I will be honest with you. You bore me. I don't even remember your name. You are very hot and that is the only reason I agreed going out with you. So I'm sorry, but good night". And with that she walked away from him and down the road, leaving him with his mouth wide open and his hand still stretched forward, holding the air.

"What the fuck?", she heard him murmuring to himself, but he didn't try to go after her. She found the "I don't even remember your name" one of her most affective lines. It always seemed to hit the right spot.

Her high heels tapped on the pavement in a steady rhythm, and she wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling cold. The silent street made her mode finally unable to ignore. Its guilt, she realized. Why am I feeling guilty? What for?. The answer popped right into her head- it was because of the way he looked at her. The look of surprise Kakashi gave her wasn't judgmental, it was more as if he was honestly surprised. As if he was truly not expecting to find her in this sort of situation. Damn it.

She hasn't seen him in a very long while. It has been about a month. He was probably on a long mission somewhere out of the village. Seeing him again all of a sudden made her realize she kind of missed his face. This unbelievably beautiful face. Fuck he was gorgeous. She already decided on his rank among the god-ish scale when she first saw him a couple of years back, as he introduced himself to her as her sensei. A semi god. Defiantly a semi god. And at one time, when he was extremely angry and using one of his extreme jutsus – a pure divine undoubtedly sexy god. A fine piece of perfect art, she once again praised the lord in her heart. Sakura has always found it very Important to express her gratitude to the right people in charge of the handsome men that made her day a little brighter.

This is the way it was for the past few years. At some point she just realized- they were all the same. Men, and their well predicted actions, their easy to guess mind and their simple desires. It was true. It took her a couple of guys to understand that it really wasn't her- it was them. They were all so boring, she could read every single one of them like an open book. And not because she was some sort of a psychological genius, not at all, it's simply because she had learned the pattern. She tried going out with them anyway, thinking that maybe she will get to know them better and find an interest in their personalities. A major failure on this one, which led her to the place she found herself standing right now. When she realized her "personality theory" failed, only because they simply had none, she decided to give up on finding the one true man for her and instead start and enjoy the one side in them that always appealed to her- their beauty. Oh yeah, there was nothing more pleasurable then soaking her eyes in their perfectly shaped muscles, the tall, strong forms and the charming features. They looked like some kind of tall, elegant beasts awaiting for their prey, with that powerful aura, similar to a lion's, that woman never had.

It always went the same way: she spotted a nice looking young man and if he didn't already asked her out she will make him notice her, using her many little tricks, and come to her. She never comes to them, she found it terribly ungraceful. Then he will take her out once, maybe twice, and she could stare and admire his beauty this whole time, feeding up her starving and twisted little mind with his image. Somewhere along those dates he will start boring her, and then she will throw him a small hint, which he will immediately jump on, that she might be willing to let him perform in her his biggest desire. At this point they will kiss her, and the minute they will try to go beyond that point- she will end it and wave them away. Sakura found her little ritual very amusing, and she always loved the part when they kissed her and she felt like the roulette started spinning, not knowing when they will make their next move- and she will make hers.

She arrived at her door steps, skipping effortlessly up and opening the door. Her dark, small apartment was silent and welcoming. Ever since she moved out of her parent's place she found the reassuring silence every time she opened the door very calming. She wasn't an anti-socialist or anything, she loved her friends and had a lot of fun hanging out with them. It's just that sometimes coming back to the apartment and finding nothing but a quit place for her to be made her feel like she can let go of everything and relax. She could let the small sadness out. She could cry or laugh freely without hesitation. And she could stare at random things as much as she wanted, letting her mind sail away.

She threw her small purse on the couch and pulled the high heels off her feet, massaging the sore spots. She moved along to the bathroom, turning on the light and striped naked. The small black dress that slide off her body caused her shivers and she bent over to pick it up. When she raised her head again she found herself staring at a pair of large deep emerald eyes. Sakura straightened up and examined herself in the full body length mirror.

Smooth pale skin to go along with a smooth hair that slide to her shoulders. Her delicate arms held the black dress she picked up in front of her, covering her body from her sight and so she threw it to the side. The light touched gently her rounded breast and left her small waist below them covered with shadows. Her curvy hips were attached to her slim, long legs that ended up with even slimmer ankles and feet. Even though she had her fair amount of womanly curves, that moment when she looked in the mirror she seemed to herself like a little child. Her big eyes shone with a strange emotion and she broke the long stare and stepped into the bath. It's this damn height, she grunted to herself. Her 160 centimeters will always drag her down and show her that despite how she may want to believe- she is still nothing but a small child. And she will always remain so.

This is probably how he sees her, like she was still just a child.

Kakashi. As he appeared again in her thoughts she recalled the earlier events and sighed.

Kakashi was nothing like those other men. It wasn't about his exceptional beauty or his smart mind. She just simply couldn't read him like she did other men. He didn't react to her the way the others did, he wasn't transparent to her sight like them. He didn't feat the pattern. Ever since she was his student he made her feel confused. Being near him made her feel so aware to her clumsiness, and every time he touched her she would blush. As time passed by she managed to put her stupid little infatuation under what seemed like control, but every now and then ,when he caught her unprepared, she will find herself filled with those old emotions once again. There was a time when she thought maybe she should go on and try seeing what can come up from them, but she quickly realized he doesn't seem to even notice her in that kind of a way. He probably still thinks of her as the small strange girl she used to be. Maybe he even still sees her as his student, even thought that ended a few years ago. Either way it's probably for the best. If anything were ever to happen between them she was certain he will just bore and disappoint her like everyone else did, sooner or later, and that she will find herself lying in her shattered fantasies after hoping for something different. It's better to keep her distance, to stay away, and keep this little sweet fantasy intact and all to herself.

The hot water caressed her skin, tugging at it as if pleading her to melt away together with the steady flow. She wanted to.

Her sudden sadness leaked quietly out of her, invisible in the water stream and acknowledged only by her. She placed one weak hand on the tiles and let herself feel how lonely she was.


The next day Sakura woke up late in the morning. It was her day off from the infirmary and she invited Ino over so that the blonde could spill her heart before Sakura and tell her all the hot and steamy news about her brand new boyfriend- Shikamaru.

She got up from bed and washed her face. As her eyes came across her reflection she sighed and ran a tired hand through her smooth pink hair. Coffee. ASAP.

Sakura made her way half asleep to the kitchen, still wearing her pajamas that included an oversized and worn out T-shirt, and her pink lacy panties that Ino got her as a present to her last birthday. The water took their time boiling up, displaying a terrible lake of consideration towards the coffee-needy girl. She was just about to put herself out of her misery and pour the hot water down when a short knock on the door was heard.

It's Ino, she thought and with her back to the door, busy completing her morning drug, she called- "come on in".

She heard the door open and close and a couple of Ino's steps entering the house, when the steps suddenly halted.

"You are early aren't you?, I thought you will come by later by the way you sounded last night", Sakura said to her friend without looking at her. Now was the milk's turn and she was anxious to take her first sip. "So come on! Tell me, were you feeling things and screaming names last night?". She brought the cup to her lips and filled her mouth with the wonderful drink.

"Oh I definitely was", Sakura heard the amused answer, but instead of hearing it in Ino's high voice- it was in the deep husky voice of a man. She spitted out the coffee and turned around to face the speaker. She almost dropped the cup when she found herself standing before no other then her strikingly handsome former sensei- Kakashi.

In her panties.

Her pink and lacy panties.

Sakura felt her cheeks warm up and she opened and closed her mouth a few times without managing to make a sound.

He stood there before her, a small smile he couldn't suppress spread across his beautiful face and amusement sparkling in his visible eye.

"Good morning", he offered her, seeing as she wasn't able to speak proper words. The laughter was clear in his voice.

"G-good morning", she was able to murmur. The smile widened across his face.

"What are you…?" , Sakura began asking but lost herself in the middle, suddenly realizing how nicely his hair looked in the morning's soft light. And again- that she wore nothing but a big filthy T-shirt that she was almost positive that could show her nipples and…pink lacy panties. Way to go Sakura, she thought to herself, way to go.

"I'm here by Tsunade's orders. She is demanding your presence in her office immediately.", Kakashi said, and then adding an insult over injury, scanned the girl from her head to her toes and suggested with a serious tone- "even though the urgency, I would recommend you to change".

Sakura could feel herself shining in bright red and nodded with no further words. She put down her coffee and backed away to her bedroom. She didn't have a door between her living room and her bedroom since the small apartment was originally only one big room, and Kakashi, in a gentleman's gesture, turned his back to her and set on her couch.

She took off the big T-shirt, shivering to the sudden feeling of the cold morning air on her breast, and bent over to her drawer to pick up a bra. It was then when she heard a faint gasping sound, and she turned her gaze carefully toward the living room and the couch Kakashi was sitting on. He was still sitting with his back towards her, one of his arms resting on the armchair and a small gust of wind toying with his hair. She turned her head back and continued dressing, figuring she only imagined the sound. Finishing the task by putting on her shoes, Sakura started making her way back to the other room. She slowed down midways and nearly stopped as her sight caught her vibrant reflection in the large picture that was hanged across from her, right on the wall in front of Kakashi. The morning light filled the glass-covered picture and made it into a perfect mirror. A mirror that, she suddenly realized, could reflect perfectly well herself dressing up in the open bedroom behind her. Which meant…wait, was he watching her?. Holly shit, he was watching her dressing. He was watching her completely naked except for a pair of lacy panties, bending over and reaching out.

Wait, no, she thought, I can't be sure of that. He might have not noticed or maybe he was just not looking. She examined his face reflecting in the picture and found that he was looking towards the door, a completely calm and nonchalant expression spread over his face and his legs crossed casually. He doesn't seem like a guy who just saw a naked lady, she pondered. Maybe he really wasn't looking.

Or maybe he is gay.

She continued her way and stood in front of him. Kakashi moved his gaze from the door to the beautiful pink-haired girl and a small, almost invisible, and completely sexy smile found it's way to his covered lips. No, Sakura thought, her heart suddenly beating very loudly. Definitely not gay.

"Are you ready?", he asked, his calm and low voice making her wish that he WAS secretly watching her naked body.

"Yeah, let's go".

They left the apartment and started making their way up the street, the Hokage tower raising above all the other buildings in front of them, marking their destination. They walked in silence for about thirty seconds, although it felt much longer to Sakura, when he suddenly said- "I heard Naruto was sent on a mission near Suna".

"Oh yeah, he left yesterday. Something about a dangerous fugitive".

"So I have heard". He watched her from the corner of his eye. "Why didn't you go with him?".

"Me?...", Sakura paused and thought about it. "Well I guess you can say I don't see myself that way anymore".

Kakashi raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?".

Sakura watched a few kids running across the street, shouting and waving to each other playfully. They seemed free. She heard Kakashi's question, but she didn't say a word. She wasn't able to find an answer. Why is it really, that I haven't went with Naruto?... Why is it that lately I have stopped accompanying him in all of those dangerous missions?. The answer floated into her lips the same time it did to her brain.

"I guess I don't want to be a hero anymore", she said, and immediately realized how stupid she might have sounded. He was definitely looking at her with a strange expression.

"A hero?", he asked quietly.

Oh, I'm such an idiot, she mentally scolded herself. I have to learn how to put a barrage between my mouth and my questionable brain. Well, nothing can save it now but honesty.

"I used to want it back then. Being the hero. Going out on important missions and saving people…it used to mean everything to me. I think I just realized lately that it doesn't make me feel happy anymore. It lost its meaning". As she spoke the words she realized how truthful they were. The dream that accompanied her since she was little and led her to learn and work so hard had dimmed and began to fade away. She didn't have that urge anymore, to rush out and save things. It didn't give her the same satisfaction. It was no longer making her happy and full. Or maybe it was simply because emptiness swallowed her whole, leaving her with nothing. She felt a much stronger urge to try and save herself.

The thought made her feel sudden sadness gushing up her eyes and she fought a couple of tears back, blinking quickly. Scared that he might see her dark sadness she cracked a smile- "Who knows, maybe I'm simply becoming a terrible person". Kakashi kept observing her silently. She didn't trust herself to look him in the eye without tearing up, and so she kept staring forward. She wondered what he was thinking. Was he looking at her with contempt over her weak personality? Or maybe even pity?...she heard him taking a breathe as in to say something when a short object ran right onto her legs and started pulling her shirt with its small hands.

"Sakura-Chan!", the object cried out excitedly. Sakura looked down and found herself staring at the round blonde head of a pretty little girl.

"Hey Kiko, how are you?", she asked, smiling at the small ball of excitement.

"I missed you", the kid called, hugging Sakura's legs and causing her to lose her balance. She started to fall back, and would have landed painfully on her ass, if not for a firm and tall figure who caught her from behind. Kakashi pressed her back against his chest, helping her to both regain her balance and get a nice, partly feel of his hard and shaped muscles. As usual, she didn't forget to thank the providence above, and chanted in her mind an honest- "Thank you god". She also bent and patted kiko's head with gratitude before an old pair of hands pulled the hugging kid and released Sakura from its hold.

"I'm so sorry Sakura, Kiko is simply very excited to see you", the old woman said, grabbing the girl's hand and keeping her firmly besides her.

"Oh, don't worry about it Jen, I'm always glad to see you both", Sakura chuckled and sent a warm smile to the girl and her grandmother.

"Well then if that is the case you might want to consider visiting us more", the old lady waved her finger with a scolding look.

"Ouch. Right under the belt Jen", the beautiful pink girl cramped her face.

"Whatever, you know I'm right".

"As always", Sakura laughed and then nodded, "I will make sure to visit soon. I miss you too".

"Good", said Jen and turned away from the two while pulling the waving Kiko after her into a near by street.

Sakura watched them until they disappeared behind a turn, and suddenly realized Kakashi's hands were still warped around her. She could hear him breathing quietly. The embrace was warm and she was surprised to find out how his body matched perfectly to hers as his large, strong hands held her close. For a few seconds all she wanted was to freeze this moment.

I feel safe, she realized with wonder, I feel like he will never let go. And just then the arms that held her loosened and gently left her body. Sakura stood in the middle of the street, once again alone. He stood only inches away from her, and there were many people around them, but she felt as if she was floating in space. Far away from all those people, and very much lonely.

"That kid", Kakashi said, forcing her with his voice to return her thoughts to the reality. "She's the Hatanie's orphan isn't she?".

"Yeah", Sakura sighted, "my parents are good friends with Jen, and she took Kiko under her custody so I know them both very well".

"I see", he said. After a minute of weird silence they started walking again and quickly reached the Hokage tower.

"Good luck", he nodded to her before turning around and leaving.

She stood there a minute longer, not sure what to think, and then went in. she started making her way through the rounded corridors that led to the Hokage office and let out a quite sigh. She felt…confused. And also some sort of discomfort.

She never felt this way around men. She could always read them easily and control the situation. With that said, she already knew she couldn't read Kakashi well. That's what she always liked about him, putting aside his dazzling looks. But she had never thought it would make her feel that way…flustered and uneasy.

Maybe it has nothing to do with him. Maybe she was just feeling a little overwhelmed by the realization of the change that had occurred in her in the past year or so.

She opened without knocking the large doubled-doors into the spacious office of Tsunade. She found the blonde, intimidating woman standing with her back to the entrance, facing the large windows that watched over the village. In that one minute before Tsunade turned around to face her protégé, Sakura looked at her Sensei and felt the immediate warmth and respect that always arose in her every time she was around. This woman took the young, inexperienced and lost girl she once was and allowed her to develop into the woman she is today. She was so grateful to this woman for so many things that she believed she could never repay her. Tsunade had become like a third parent for her, and she learned to love and appreciate the strange woman despite her doubtful personality.

You wouldn't have to go far in order to find an example of the great Hokage oddness, since the minute after Sakura entered the room, the blonde leader turned and arrived in a flash right behind the girl, and then, with no further explanation, raised her firm ,strong hand and landed a generous smack over Sakura's rounded behinds.

Although the powerful stroke the pink girl didn't move an inch. Truth be told this smacking thing has been going around for about a month or so. She didn't even bother to ask. Her sensei was a weirdo. As simple as that.

"Thank you for this lovely welcoming", sighed Sakura as the Hokage returned to her sit and nodded toward her student.

"One day the time will come when you thank me for it", Tsunade said firmly, "do you remember how you used to flinch and scream every time I smacked you? Now you stand strong and calm! I would call that a major progress".

Thank her?...Sakura wondered in the back of her mind but soon was distracted from her suspecting thoughts as the Hokage continued to speak.

"I called you here today for an important reason. You have a new mission".

A mission?, the girl flinched and stressed. Tsunade knew of Sakura's lack of enthusiasm for missions in the last couple of months, and respected the girl's preferences by not ordering her to take any mission. She tried to keep it to her choosing, but right now the Hokage didn't suggest her to take on a new mission- she ordered her. It must be important.

"I presume you have heard of Gamatsu Kaori from the storm village?", Tsunade raised a thin blonde eyebrow in a question.

"I have", replied Sakura. It was hard to miss the name. Gamatsu Kaori, the famous and dangerous weapons supplier. The man seemed to dip his hands in some way or another in every single blast or war in the past year. They tried to catch him a few times and put him to justice, but the rich man was clever. He kept himself perfectly clean and remained untouchable to the authorities.

"Up until now this man and his business were posing a general threat to the different nations and villages. We have tried to deal with him but with no success. This time he represents a serious danger to our village, one that we cannot ignore. It seems like Gamatsu began delivering large amounts of weapons to a certain nation. The problem is we don't know for sure the costumers identity. We have two main options- the cloud village or the mist village. Now if it's the mist we probably have nothing to fear of, since the intended fight is most likely going to take place against the rain village. Those two have been clashing back and forward for the past half a year and the mist must want to put an end to it. On the other hand, if the cloud village is the said costumer…".

"We have a problem", Sakura completed the sentence quietly.

The cloud and the leaf haven't been in the best terms lately, saying the least. They were always tense and hostile towards each other, but ever since the last war things have become more serious then just bad manners. It all started with a few small clashes between small groups from each village. The cloud seemed to take the fact that the leaf won the war very personally, and since they were afraid that the leaf village might try and take them on now that it have proven to be the strongest, they decided to act first. The small fights have turned more intense and the threats became more clear and intimidating. If the cloud village are using Gamatsus services and started arming themselves it probably means that they are planning on making their big and finale move.

If that's indeed the case it means only one thing- war.

Tsunade nodded solemnly and watched Sakura with serious eyes. "We must find out who the costumer is".

"I'm guessing you already tried all the usual spying strategies, or you wouldn't have summoned me here", the girl narrowed her eyes." And it must be something only I can do because I know you have been trying to allow me to stay out of the game for the time being…".

The blonde woman nodded, averting her eyes from the beautiful girl while looking somewhat guilty. Sakura waited a few seconds for Tsunade to continue but the woman didn't say a word.

"What is it?", she asked nervously. "Why do I have a really bad feeling about all of this?".

The Hokage sighed and finally raised her gaze to meet Sakura's. She opened her mouth, closed her mouth, laid a hand over her forehead, took a deep breath, and just when Sakura felt that she was going to explode the blonde woman discharged-

"We need you in this mission Sakura… as a stripper".


A/N: So this was the first chapter of my fisrt new story in this site. I started writing it after getting inspired by the many stories around here. It made me want to publish one of my own.
Also, English is not my original language so feel free to PM me if you have any corrections for my lousy grammer. It is so much harder to write in English, but hopefuly it will come out fine.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter, please review if you did so I can be motivated to write the next chapter(: