Disclaimer: I just wanted to say to that it's obvious I do not own Naruto, cause if I did, Kakashi would be in every scene, with his shirt off permanently. (He can keep the mask though, that thing is sexy)
Troubles of love – chapter 1Sakura was looking through her wardrobe for the third time when she heard a knock at the front door.
Aaghh, another distraction. How was she ever going to find anything to wear? She'd already searched her entire house, twice, and couldn't find anything.
She gave up for the moment and went to see who was at her door.
"Sakura, get your but down here and open your door. I'm freezing my butt off out here."
Well, no longer any need to guess who. That screeching voice could only belong to one person.
Opening the door she quickly ushered the blonde in before her neighbours started complaining.
"Ino, hi. You want something?"
"What's up forehead? So whatcha doin tonight? Cause I was thinking that maybe you and I could go out drinking." she said, flopping down on Sakura's couch.
Make yourself at home why don't you. But she quickly decided it was probably a good thing she was here. If anyone was good at picking out clothes, it was Ino. She had a knack for making something ordinary into something great, just by adding a few extras.
"Uh, sure Ino. Actually I was gonna meet up with the boys at the bar, so how bout you come with us. And do you mind terribly if I get you to help find an outfit for me. I've been looking for ages but I have nothing."
30 minutes later and both girls were ready to depart. Sakura quickly locked her door, and hurried to catch up with Ino.
"So forehead, what's the big deal about your outfit tonight huh. Usually you don't give a rat's arse what you look like. What's so special about tonight?"
"Umm, nothing…" was all she could reply. Inwardly she was freaking out though. She hadn't expected Ino to be so insightful. Usually it was pretty easy to pull the wool over Ino's eyes. In fact she was rather like Naruto in that sense. But when it came to Sakura, it was like she suddenly gained another brain. Over the years Sakura had done a lot to try and hold back her emotions, and had thought she had done a good job actually. But when it came to Ino, she was like an open book.
Or it could be just the fact that this issue involved clothes. These days it seemed Ino was pretty clueless about anything but boys and fashion. This probably contributed towards her current rank as chuunin, and only since last month.
Sakura couldn't talk though. She was still a chuunin also. Though not through a lack of trying. Every spare moment she wasn't working with Tsunade at the hospital she was training. She didn't have time for looking fashionable, and most certainly didn't have time for boys. Well, that wasn't quite right, she thought, and hurriedly tried to think of an excuse to get Ino off of her back.
"I bet I know. You like someone don't you. Finally, Sakura. I was beginning to think you were a lost cause. So, who is it?"
"No-one Ino-pig. I told you before; I'm not interested in that anymore. I've got more important things to worry about."
'So why the fancy dress then"
"Uh well, I just thought it would be nice for a change, you know. Refresh my body; refresh my mind and all that. Then I'll be fit as ever to start training again."
At the mention of training, Ino quickly lost interest.
Sakura seriously wondered how she even got this far as a shinobi. She probably just batted her eyes at the chuunin exam proctor, and flirted a little. Though Sakura couldn't blame any guy for getting distracted around her. Ino was hot.
Her long blonde hair and big blue eyes, coupled with her slim body, (that Sakura had always been jealous of, because she had never seen Ino exercise once) and more than generous décolletage; Ino had to be every guys dream.
Sakura had always felt plain in comparison. Those long limbs and dangerous curves that puberty had given Ino had totally bypassed Sakura. Instead, Sakura had stayed skinny, with thin hips and a barely there bust line.
Her pink hair made her look girly and childish as well, causing most people to totally disregard her worth. She had kept it short too. And although this was much easier to fight with, it made poor competition with Ino's lustrous locks.
The only thing she did like about her appearance was her eyes. Though she bet people were too distracted by her giant forehead to even notice them.
It didn't help her confidence either when she had friends like Sai.
"Hey ugly, over here"
She and Ino quickly entered the bar they had arrived at, and made their way over to the table currently occupied by three guys. The one that had just called out to her gave her a fake smile, before returning to his conversation with the blonde on his right. He however jumped up and headed straight over to her.
"Sakura-chan." he yelled, giving her a big hug before dragging her to the seat beside him. Normally this would have infuriated her. But tonight she could only smile back at the annoying blonde. She was in a good mood, and nothing could spoil it.
The third boy at the table had said nothing throughout the entire exchange, and had sat there with scowl on his face, like he had just eaten a lemon. But Sakura had known Sasuke long enough to know that this was just his normal expression, and quickly disregarded it.
Ino however had yet to get over her girlish crush on Sasuke, and quickly snagged the seat next to him, moving her seat as close to his as possible. Sasuke hardly reacted, though Sakura thought she saw the frown lines between his eyes deepen slightly. Really, now that she had an unbiased perspective, she really thought Sasuke looked more like a sulky little kid, rather than the brooding hunk she used to see him as.
He even had a little pout.
"So Sakura-chan, any particular reason you wanted to come out tonight? Or did you just miss me so much."
Sakura inwardly cringed at the question, hoping Ino would be too distracted by Sasuke to hear Naruto's query.
"What, it was your idea Sakura. But usually we have to practically drag you out for you to spend time with us."
No such luck.
"Uh yeah well, like I said, I just needed a break, ya know."
"I didn't even think the word 'break' was in your vocabulary anymore forehead. I mean seriously, you work way too hard these days. I really think you should start relaxing more, like me…"
Sakura sighed silently, as Ino continued her rant, and stopped her interrogation over her weird actions. She always heard one of these speeches whenever she was around Ino. The one where Sakura should start acting more like Ino, which eventually turned out to be a lengthy speech about all the ways in which Ino was better than her.
She tuned her out, along with Naruto, who was seeing how many times he could get away with touching her before she whacked him over the head.
Tonight was just not the night to get annoyed at these little things. She set her face so that it actually seemed like she was listening, while she secretly scanned the surrounding room. She didn't know if he would be here yet, or even if he would come at all. But even this slight hope was more than she usually got.
She had found out this morning, as she was passing the hallway near the hokage's office. She was meant to be collecting some scrolls needed by Shizune, but couldn't help but stop as she noticed the two jounin sitting outside the door to the Hokage's room. In the seat on the right was Genma, senbon in his mouth par usual. He was leaning back slightly and seemed to be favouring his right arm.
Usually Sakura's medic nature would kick in here, but she was too distracted by the shinobi on his left, and the accompanying butterflies in her stomach.
He looked as he ever did, slouched over the chair, orange book in place before his eyes, unruly hair defying gravity. But his lazy composure and perverted ways did not annoy her as it did back when she was a genin. No, it now sent shivers up her spine as she drunk in this sight that she had been missing for 3 months now.
They must have only just returned from their mission, she thought. It was all she could do not to go over there and touch him. She resigned herself to hiding behind the corner, and listening to their conversation.
"… and that sweet little thing in the village, she definitely had a thing for me. It's a shame we couldn't stick around longer. I haven't had a red head before. I hear they're feisty."
"Hn" was the copy-ninja's only reply.
I should have known, Sakura thought. He's back from a 3 month mission, about to report to the hokage, with a dislocated shoulder no doubt, and all he could think about was women.
"So I was thinking maybe we should go out tonight, you know, celebrate our success and all. And you never know, I might just be lucky enough to find a new red head."
"Hn"
"Yep, I knew you wouldn't be able to hide your enthusiasm at that. I mean seriously, tone it down a little, your starting to act like Gai."
At this, Kakashi finally lifted his eye from the book in front of him, and regarded the ninja next to him silently.
Enough said, she thought to herself. But she couldn't help but think how sexy he looked at the moment. He really had the whole 'I-can-beat-you-up-in-a-second-without-even-trying' look down pat. Next to him, Sasuke was looking more and more like a little boy.
Genma however, wasn't alarmed in the least.
"I'll take that as a yes then. So I'll see you tonight, say 8. And I'll tell you now if you don't turn up I'll get Gai and tell him that-"
Genma's threat was cut off at this point by Kotetsu opening the door, and ushering both jounin inside the office.
As soon as she got home, she quickly called up Naruto asked him nicely ("I don't care if you have plans tonight. If you're not there when I come in, I'll make sure you won't be able to sit down for the next week.") to join her at the bar, along with Sai and Sasuke. She hadn't seen them for awhile, and had planned to catch up with them at the same time.
Which lead her here, searching the bar for an unruly mop of silver hair.
"…and I'm sure I could definitely help you out in the boys department. A healthy sex life is a good thing Sakura. If you keep putting sex off, one day you'll get so horny that you'll jump the nearest guy."
With her face turning red, Sakura put off her little search. Ignoring Naruto, who was trying to make sure that he was the closest guy to her, she faced Ino.
"Not everyone is like you Ino-pig. Some of us actually have a sense of decency, and go off rutting anything that has a penis."
"Hey, I'm not saying that you need to become like me," Ino replied, not perturbed in the slightest, "and frankly I don't think you could, even if you wanted to. But you can't remain a virgin the rest of your life."
It was at this point that everyone thought it was necessary to join in the conversation about Sakura's sex life.
"Actually, I think that's exactly what will happen. With that manly body, flat chest and hag-like face, I can't see any guy wanting to touch her." Sai contributed.
"Hey, shut up Sai!" Naruto butted in, before turning to Sakura. "You know Sakura-chan, I think your very beautiful, and if you ever wanted someone to help you lose your, uh, you know what, I would be more than-"
Naruto was quickly cut off as Sakura hit him over the head, causing him to fall into Sai, wherein they both collapsed on the ground.
"Get off me, dickless. I'm not into that sort thing."
"What did you say?! Ahh, I'm gonna kill you, believe it!"
At this point Sakura decided to leave them. The good mood she had sported since this morning was evaporating quickly. After Naruto and Sai had fallen on the ground, Ino had quickly picked up where she left off. Sasuke was still scowling slightly, though a glint of amusement appeared in his eyes as he watched the guys rolling around on the floor. And it was now 8.30, and still no sign of Kakashi.
So Sakura did the only thing possible. She took Naruto's glass of alcohol, still full, and quickly began to scull it, not caring about the burning in her throat, until she finished it.
After this, she slammed the glass back on the table, nearly smashing it, and greedily looked around at the other drinks on the table. Sai's drink was already finished however, and Ino had picked hers up the minute Sakura had put hers down, holding it in a vice-like grip. She looked over at Sasuke's and noticed it was still half fall. But the look he was giving her was just taunting her to try and steal it, promising pain.
"Fine." she growled, and made her way to the counter. Sakura didn't usually drink. She could count the number of times she had on one hand, and even then she had always stopped at one. You just never knew when an enemy shinobi might just attack their village. Though the chances of that happening had greatly diminished, now that Sasuke had killed both Orochimaru and his older brother.
But tonight, she decided, was a special occasion. That conversation with Ino had really riled her up. Because, truth be told, she maybe, slightly in the least possible way agreed with her. Not that she wanted to turn out like Ino and jump every guy that smiled in her direction. But she had recently come to the realisation that yes, she did want to have a special guy in her life, and all the benefits that came with it of course (namely sex).
The only problem was that the only man she wanted to take this next step with was totally oblivious to her. Oh yes, he had been her, Naruto's and Sasuke's sensei when they were twelve. But ever since their team disbanded, and Sakura had taken up an apprenticeship with Tsunade, he had slowly begun to fade out of her life. He still said hello when they passed each other on the street, and might occasionally start a conversation with her if they happened to bump into each other at any event. But these conversations were limited to polite small talk, revolving around the weather and recent missions.
They were becoming strangers to each other, though one usually wasn't totally in love with a stranger. And now Ino had to go and rub it in, stating in no uncertain terms all that she was missing out on.
"Pff, stupid Ino-pig." she grumbled, again slamming her now empty drink down. She swung around harshly on her stool, about to stampede back to her table to give Ino another piece of her mind, when she saw it. That unmistakable mop of silver hair, atop a black-clad, slouching ninja. And by all miracles, he was alone. Scanning the room she soon spotted Genma, chatting up two girls near the dance floor, one with fiery red hair.
A plan quickly started to form in her alcohol hazed brain. It was the perfect opportunity. He was there for the first thing, which was a rare occurrence these days. And the fact that he was alone must have been a sign from heaven. Also by now she was incredibly drunk, and had let go of her inhibitions that stopped her in the past. And if it all failed, which she knew it would in the last sensible part of her brain, she could blame it on the booze.
Yep, she decided, she was going to seduce Hatake Kakashi.
Making her way over to his table, she made sure to put a little swing in her hips. Which was a mistake, she belatedly realised as she crashed into a table on her left, falling ungracefully on to the ground. Wow, that table came out of nowhere.
But she confidently picked herself up, giggling uncontrollably, and started again towards the copy-nin, whose face was buried into his ever present book.
This time she took it slow, deciding to keep her sexy stroll in check until he could actually see it. And so, keeping an eye out for those sneaky tables, she eventually made it to where he was seated.
Bunching up her courage, she carefully made her way to where he was seated, with his back facing her. She reached her hands out so they rested on his shoulders, and leant forward. She kept leaning until her breasts lightly touched his back, her warm breath dancing along his neck. And in the sexiest, sultriest voice she could muster, she whispered, "Hello sensei."
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After getting back from his mission, the only thing Kakashi felt like doing was going straight home, relaxing on his bed and reading his treasured Icha Icha. Yet life had never really gone the way Kakashi planned, and today was no exception. The whole day had been spent writing mission reports, meetings with Tsunade, and dreaded hospital visits. When he finally made it home around 7.30, it was all he could do to stop himself sighing in pleasure as he dropped down into his favourite chair, and took out his trusted book.
In the back of his mind he vaguely remembered something about Genma and a bar. But he quickly disregarded this. Anyway, it was more than likely that Genma would meet some little lady while waiting for him and forget all about their previous engagement.
This proved not to be true though, as an hour and ten minutes later, he heard loud knocking and Genma's angry voice at his front door.
"Hatake, I know you're in there. Get your arse out here right now."
Mm, maybe if he just ignored him he would go away.
"Fine then, I'm leaving. But I'll give you warning, I met Gai about 20 minutes ago, and told him that during the mission, you realised just how much he meant to you, and that you wanted him to come round here for some manly bonding-"
He was interrupted as Kakashi opened his door, with a growl of "Let's go."
And so he found himself here, in the middle of the bar. Which wasn't so bad he considered. The seat wasn't as comfy as his own, and it was quite noisy. But no-one was bothering him, at least not after Genma had left with some new floozy that had caught his eye. And he was able to read in peace.
That was, of course, until he felt soft hands on his shoulder, while the words "Hello sensei" were whispered into his ear, in the most childish voice he had ever heard.
Stiffening, resentful at yet another distraction, he watched as his young student walked around his table, her hand dragging along his shoulders, then falling to her side, and took a seat. She appeared to be walking a little funny, but he quickly dismissed this to some kind of limp.
"Sakura," He nodded, "anything I can do for you?"
"Oh sensei, I can think of plenty of things I'd like you to do for me."
"Oh."
There wasn't much he could say to that, so instead he went back to reading.
Annoyed at this, Sakura tried another tactic.
"Wow, I never realised how hot it was in here." She said while fanning her face with her hands. "Mmm, maybe I have too much clothes on."
With this his eyes definitely left his book, to look back at Sakura.
He watched her as she slowly moved her hands down to her blouse, only to see her grasp around her shirt as her hand came in contact with the material.
"Damn", he heard her whisper, "No buttons."
Smiling, he again moved his eyes to his book. But his eyes never made it to the page, as he heard a slight ripping noise from across the table. The sight that met his eyes was Sakura looking around innocently, with the top of her shirt ripped in half, giving him a nice view of her cleavage, and the black bra underneath.
Now she really had his attention.
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Sakura looked indiscreetly around the bar, while watching Kakashi out of the corner of her eye. Success, she mentally shouted, as she saw him put his book away into his pocket.
She turned back to look at him, and saw an emotion cross over his masked face. Huh, it must be lust. He's probably about to ask me back to his house.
"Sakura," he started
"Yes, Kakashi-sensei."
"I was just wondering…"
"Wondering what?" she replied, smiling devilishly at him.
"Are you drunk?"
"I, uh, well I'm, only drunk on your sexiness." She finished quickly, congratulating herself on her quick save. Then the meaning of her words sunk in, and it was all she could not to run away. Instead she turned to the only thing saving her tonight (Though later on she would be calling it her ruin). She quickly grabbed Kakashi's beer and took a swig.
She saw him raise one of his eyebrows (well it might have been both but she couldn't see the other one) at her, and her next form of action took form. He wasn't paying enough attention to her breasts, she thought forlornly. Men liked breasts, so she needed him to look at hers more.
She again picked up his bottle, and began to rub its cold exterior along the top of her cleavage. She then raised it to her lips again, intent this time to let some slip past her lips, to let little rivulets run down her chest for his eyes to follow.
Yet it seemed god was intent on hating her tonight, as the bottle missed her mouth entirely, sloshing down her front. But it seemed it still had the desired affect, as she watched Kakashi's eyes move southward.
"I don't think your hot anymore, Sakura. It seems to me that you're actually a little cold."
Not understanding what she was talking about, she also let her eyes droop down, only to see her hardened nipples sticking out like poles from beneath her wet shirt. She immediately blushed a deep shade of red.
"Yes, well, maybe I need someone to help warm me up." Oh my god, she did not just say that.
But if not now, then when? She had already made a complete fool of herself. She didn't think it would matter much if she kept going.
Leaning in towards the ninja, making sure her breasts were pushed forward, she asked the ninja serenely,
"Care to offer your services."
To make sure he understood her message completely, she slipped off one of her shoes and started rubbing Kakashi's leg with her foot.
But the man continued to be infuriatingly dense (at least this was what she was telling herself, totally rejecting the idea that he, in turn, was rejecting her) and pushed his chair backwards, so that he was out of reach.
Growling, her ideas for seduction at an end, she pushed back her own chair and stood up.
"What the hell is wrong with you, why don't you want me?"
"Because your drunk, Sakura. You wouldn't really want this if you were in your right mind."
"I've wanted this for months, Kakashi-sensei. Being drunk has only given me the courage to act upon it."
With this she made her way around the table, over to his seat, and proceeded to straddle him. Ignoring his hands that were trying to move her off, she instead looked directly into his eye.
"You've no idea how much I've wanted this sensei. Sheesh, you're supposed to the famous sharingan warrior, who sees through all deception, yet you can't even see that I've been in love with you for the last year."
Her voice was soft, with a promise of unshed tears.
"Sakura, I'm sorry, but I can't. I'm your teacher-"
"Was." She interrupted.
"It doesn't matter; I'm still your superior. And you're 14 years younger than me. You're still a teenager! This is probably just some little crush."
Again he tried to push her off, and again she ignored him.
"Believe me, this is definitely not just a crush."
And to prove her point, she pressed her lips delicately onto his clothed ones. Reaching behind his head, she ran one of her hands through his hair, while the other massaged his neck.
She felt his struggles gradually lessen, and applied more pressure to his lips. She wasn't very experience in this department, and at this point was just running on instinct.
Kakashi wasn't complaining though, and his soft groan indicated that he was actually enjoying it. She decided if she was the one going to be in control, she'd better let her instincts take over completely. And with that, she pushed her chest firmly into his own, flattening her breasts against his firm upper body. Another groan escaped his mouth, which gave her the confidence to move her groin right over his, and grind down.
An eerie sensation started to creep up her body, but before it could fully generate, Kakashi abruptly pushed her away from him, causing her land unceremoniously on her bum.
"Sakura, we can't, that was wrong. I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologising? From where I was sitting, you liked it just as much as me. Stop over thinking everything."
"It's my job to think about it, Sakura. And right now I think you should go back to your own table, and forget this happened."
"But sen-"
Before she could even finish her sentence, Kakashi had started moving towards the door, intent on leaving.
Sakura didn't know what to do. She could feel the tears coming on, and didn't want to go back to her table and face the others, with all their certain questions. Instead she decided to follow Kakashi's lead, and headed home.
It was a long time before she fell asleep that night.