Title: Triggered Tension

Author: HiddenBehindCrimsonEyes

Category: Naruto

Genre: Romance

Parings: Hatake Kakashi & Haruno Sakura

Rating: Rated M

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Anything you recognize belongs to Kishimoto-sensei. This was made purely for the author's enjoyment and your reading pleasure.

Summary: Genma makes an observation that consumes Kakashi's thoughts to the point of obsession. And the only way to get it out of his system is take action. Sounds easy? However, when one is sexually attracted to one's former student, things become much more complicated.

Chapter One:

Crude Observations & Triggered Attraction

Today is the Godaime Hokage's birthday.

And though every citizen of Konoha knows that the mere act of asking Tsunade her age would earn the culprit stupid enough to ask a few well placed chakra enhanced punches that could very well be the cause of a very painful premature death, it is also a well known fact that the busty blonde Kage was never one to pass up an occasion which could be used as an excuse to become heavily intoxicated.

Another well known fact is that her favorite sake can only be bought from the Spinning Shuriken, one of the more popular pubs in Konoha, especially amongst the ninja populace.

And though Hatake Kakashi enjoyed good liquor as much as the next nin, his antisocial tendencies bid him to avoid the Spinning Shuriken as religiously as Naruto tried to avoid eating anything but ramen.

However, today is an exception. For the sole reason that the slug princess made it mandatory for every off duty ninja to attend her birthday party, and no one, not even Naruto, is thick enough to say no to an order from the intoxicated sannin looking to get more inebriated.

And that is the sole reason why the great – and misanthropic – copy nin can be found sitting on a bar stool between Genma and Tenzou inside the very crowded pub.

He had just drunk his fourth cup of sake when Genma inevitably made one of his incredibly lewd and graphic comments.

Genma whistled right after he downed another shot of sake, "Mm-mm-mm… Now that's one kunoichi I'd love to tackle…"

And as usual, Kakashi ignores his tirade and stares at his cup of sake.

"I'd love to have those long legs wrapped around my waist. And that ass looks so damn firm under that skin tight skirt. And those tits…" Genma trailed off and gestured crudely – very crudely – what it is exactly that he wants to do that particular part of her anatomy.

And Kakashi continued to ignore him. That is… until his name was called.

"Hatake… Do you think her hair is natural?"

Kakashi merely grunted in response.

"I mean who the hell has pink hair?"

With that comment, Kakashi looked up so fast that the movement seemed like it didn't exist.

And his vision was met with a person that, though considerably different from the one he vaguely remembers from five years ago, was undeniably his former student.

She had undeniably grown into a beautiful woman during the years that they haven't seen each other. She had an amazing body as nothing else could be expected from a kunoichi. Long pink hair flowing softly to the middle of her back, beautiful jade eyes, plump lips, a long and slender neck that led to the rather impressive swell of her breasts, a tiny waist which flared to luscious hips that connect to toned thighs and seemingly endless legs. And dressed in a formfitting red mini dress, she was a vision that can inspire desire even in the most impressive of monks.

And Kakashi, though well-known for his iron control on his emotions and urges, is a far cry from being a monk.

Needless to say, Kakashi nearly choked in his own spit when he realized that he was just entertaining the thought of taking his former student in ways that even Jiraiya – the salacious bastard that he is – would not write in his novels.

"Neh, Sempai…" Tenzou finally spoke, noticing the tension radiating. "You okay?"

At that question, Genma snapped his attention to Kakashi who promptly forced himself to relax.

"Hatake… Like what you see?" Genma promptly taunted, seemingly unaware of the moral and ethical dilemma his friend is experiencing.

"Shiranui… If you want to see the sun rise again, you will not say another word about Sakura." Kakashi replied; the promise of an incredibly painful demise could be heard in his voice.

Genma's instincts were telling him to run for the hills and his common sense was telling him to stop his badgering, but outside of missions Genma, especially when intoxicated, was never one to listen to his instincts and common sense. So, onwards he marched, unknowingly, to a very, very painful, and humiliating lesson from none other than the great Sharingan Kakashi.

Behind Kakashi, Tenzou was waving his hands in an attempt to stop Genma from uttering another word that could further obtain Kakashi's ire.

"Oh… come on, Hatake. When did you become such a priggish bastard?"

Kakashi's grip on his sake cup tightened. Tenzou waved his hands frantically.

"Why are you so annoyed? Is she your secret lover or something?"

The cup shattered. Tenzou sighed in defeat, bowed his head, shrugged, and returned to his sake.

"Whoa… Kakashi." Genma half yelled as he moved away partly to avoid the flying shards of ceramic but mostly to avoid the possible physical wrath of the extremely irritated s-class ninja.

He stood up without another word and strode straight for the bathroom.

"What was that about?" Genma asked no one in particular.

"Shiranui, what you did was worse than insulting his secret lover." Tenzou answered. "That was his former student."

"What!" Genma shouted. "Aw, damn it! I'm screwed. Why didn't you stop me?"

"I tried…" Tenzou answered indifferently.

Genma sat back down on his stool, grabbed the bottle of sake, and promptly drained it of all its contents.

"Why did I have to be so damn stupid?" he said as he put his head in his hands, fighting the urge to sob like a baby at the fear of his silver-haired friend's wrath being directed at him.

Tenzou shook his head, clicked his tongue, and pushed an unopened bottle of sake towards his companion.

When Genma looked at him questioningly, he said, "Maybe if you're wasted enough you won't feel it when he pounds you half to death."

Genma didn't respond for a moment, apparently realizing that the aforementioned scenario is the best he could hope for. Genma silently nodded, took the bottle, and obediently started to drink himself—shot by shot—to oblivion.

Kakashi stood in front of a mirror while leaning heavily on the tacky and dirty blue and orange tiled sink inside the Spinning Shuriken's male toilet after he splashed cold water on his face in an attempt to disperse some of the negative feelings (e.g. the need to painfully and creatively dismember a certain orally-fixated and promiscuous jounin) that he is experiencing and, as ashamed as he was to admit it, the first vestiges of desire brought forth by his newly discovered attraction to his only female former student.

He caught himself thinking about her. Her fair skin that never quite darkened in spite of the countless hours she definitely spent under Konoha's blazing sun, her oddly colored hair that fell down like a pink waterfall down to the middle of black, her sparkling emerald eyes framed by long enchanting lashes. Her long pale neck. Her—, and that was when he forced himself to stop.

"You're a sick bastard, Hatake." He chastised his reflection, his voice barely audible, even to himself. "For even thinking like that about your former student."

He just stood there in front of the mirror for a long moment before he felt calm enough to leave the bathroom.

Author's Note:

And that was Genma getting in trouble for being himself. I enjoyed writing this one and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it. I also hope that you leave reviews because I really, I mean really, love reviews.

Next Chapter is also up!

That is all. This is Crimson, now signing off. : 3