Short, sweet, simple: A KakaSaku fiction of doom. Um. I like floppy disks. Er, beta-ing was done by... My friend Mao. God-like in her smart-ness. However, said beta-ing was done at midnight and may be prone to errors. However, I give her le props of doom.

Summary: Kakashi visits one of Konoha's dirty, downtown teen clubs in search of something he's not quite sure of. He finds Sakura and wonders just what's going on underneath the underneath. He decides to get her drunk (smashed, intoxicated, inebriated) to see if it'll make it easier to get her home. Smart idea… not.

Warning: Slight yaoi. Why? Because I said so.

Rating: Motherf-cker. I mean M.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

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(Code Blue)

Chapter Two

Bisexual Tendencies

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The music was hypnotic and trance-like, lulling everyone into a false sense of security. It was never safe in TD. Never. But the DJ played what the people -- Kakashi scoffed, people? Teenagers was a better term; these masses of humans stuck in between the stage of adult and child did not count as people -- wanted. Did they even know what they wanted? They were probably all just thinking about dancing to what was popular. The only reason they wanted to dance to it was because some pretty bimbos decided one day that this was hip and that something else was not, and so, everyone danced to this.

If he had to say one thing about bimbos, it would be that they had pretty good taste.

As Kakashi danced, he tried to keep a careful eye on the small roseate-haired female gyrating in front of him. Not with him – that would have been both wrong and inappropriate – but in front of him. With as many guys as she could. Or girls. She didn't seem to care. And, apparently, neither did his hormones.

A sudden surge of teenaged bodies hit the dance floor, shoving himself and Sakura farther apart. He continued to dance, sure of his abilities to track the girl. He shut his one visible eye and danced, enjoying the way the music pulsed in his chest. The throbbing let him know that he was alive.

When he opened his eye, Sakura was gone. He did a quick scan of the dance floor, wondering where she had gone. Unable to see her, he focused his chakra in order to heighten his senses and state of awareness, determined to find her. His vision strengthened and he was suddenly blinded by the fluorescent lights and strobe lights as he searched for her pink hair. The coloured lights weren't helping either; they kept changing the color of everyone's hair and skin, making it near impossible to see who was pink-haired (probably dyed) and who wasn't. He tried upping his sense of smell but only ended up with a double whammy of a most disgusting mixture consisting of cologne, perfume, vomit, alcohol, and bad breath. Upping his hearing wouldn't do; even if she was talking, he wouldn't be able to hear her in all the noise.

So, this had been her plan all along; to get him on to the dance floor and lose him in the crowd. Well, he could wait her out. She'd come back to him eventually, just to see how he was doing. He vaguely wondered when the teens would realize that he wasn't there to bust anyone and that he just wanted to have a little fun. There was a small bubble of space left around him, which, although wasn't very large, was significant enough to be noticed since every other body was just about rubbing against another. How long would it take for someone to come dance with him?

Not too long, apparently.

The male approaching him seemed to be only mildly intoxicated. He could move around pretty well, so he was either very brave and didn't care about Kakashi's status, or was just plain stupid. Either option made Kakashi happy. The male danced in front of him, closing into the small bubble of space everyone else had granted Kakashi. The jounin wondered if he could intimidate the kid and make him back off. It wasn't going to make anyone else want to dance with him, but it would be slightly amusing. And maybe the kid wouldn't mind.

The kid didn't mind. He just got closer and smiled rather provocatively at Kakashi. His hair was red, short, and hadn't been dyed very recently; his roots were showing. His eyes were outlined in dark kohl and a large red heart had been drawn onto his forehead with what Kakashi believed to be bright red lipstick. Ever since Gaara has stepped through the town, many of the teens (and some children and adults) had adopted his rough exterior as their own. Kakashi didn't mind; this kid looked hot as a redhead.

He recalled suddenly that he was years older than the male gyrating in front of him. He then recalled that he was heterosexual and didn't really like guys. Sure, some of them were pretty, and he wouldn't mind a one-night stand or something, but he wasn't one for a wholesome, one on one dating thing. He never had been one for relationships. Kakashi was a ninja, and any relationship between him and a civilian would surely end in pain and heartbreak. He just didn't have what it took to stick with a relationship. One-night stands were the best thing for him, be they with males or females. It was better if it was with a ninja, though; they understood why he couldn't commit. He'd never want to put someone through the torture of finding out that his or her loved one was dead.

He forced his thoughts back to where they had started. He was old. He was heterosexual with bisexual tendencies (although he preferred females). He was open to one-night stands. He was currently dancing with a very pretty young male. And he was drunk.

The kid pressed closer still, unaware of the thoughts passing through Kakashi's mind; he eventually wrapped one lanky arm around Kakashi's waist and swung the other around his neck.

Sakura watched the scene from afar, wondering if her ex-teacher would try to find her. He seemed to be otherwise occupied and she was glad. He had surprised her with his arrival to this place, almost as much as when she had shut her eyes on the dance floor a week ago and opened them to the smirking face of the orally-fixated jounin, Genma.

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"Don't I know you?" he asked, his caramel-coloured hair gleaming under the flashing lights.

Sakura stared at him in disbelief. A second ago, she had been on the top of the world, at the height of her game, and now, a second later, she felt as though she was being shoved alive into a cabinet at the morgue. If only, if only, her mind murmured to her.

The fact that someone from her other life, her safer life, was here, in the midst of her happy-go-lucky, let's-get-high-tonight life was confusing. It wasn't helping that she was already addled by more than a few drinks of alcohol. She wondered if her new (well, not so new; a year was not a short time) friends would start showing up at training, asking her if one shade of eye shadow was more vibrant than another under the strobe lights.

"Rainbow glitter, or just regular silver?"

"Black base, or purple?"

"Wet gloss or dry lipstick?"

"SAKU! Are you paying attention?"

How long until they leave you alone, Saku-chan? If that is your real name. Wait a while and let's see what happens. They'll stop paying attention to you.

Sakura slammed the door separating her mind from the manifestation of her self-doubts that she had created. The god-be-damned creature had taken up a life of its own. It was a mistake, a horrible mutation of something constructive. She'd shoved all of her insecurities on to a made-up friend, a new perfect version of herself, and let that perfect self deal with everything.

But the damned thing had mutated into something warped and ugly beneath its shiny veneer of perfection. Her insecurities which she had tossed to it so carelessly were now being bounced back at her, only this time, they were ten-fold and even harsher than they had been in the beginning.

She was learning how to block it out now, the voice, the creature, the manifestation of herself. Her inner evil. She blocked it out and focused on the people around her, the frantic emotions, and the erratic heartbeats. If she wanted to, she could have told you the heart rate of every person in the room, all at once. It wasn't very helpful at the moment, but sometimes it came in handy. At least, that was what Tsunade had said.

Genma danced silently in front of her, rolling his senbon from one side of his mouth the other. She didn't know how to answer him, didn't know what to say, what to do. So she shook her head at him, a delayed reaction of course, but let him think what he wanted. Her pink hair hit the shoulders of the surrounding people, but no one noticed.

"You sure?" he asked, annoyingly persistent.

She shook her head again and mumbled something about having to go to the bathroom as she spun on her heel, quick to hide the tears in her eyes. Her secret, it was out. In hours, everyone would know what she did at night, where she went, who she hung out with. But they wouldn't know why, but they wouldn't care. They'd make up their own stories.

She was vaguely aware of the taste of her acidic bile as it slowly made its way up her throat. Her hand automatically went up to her mouth as she groped her way to the bathroom, ignoring the stinging remarks of drunks as she rushed past them. She ran inside the bathroom and locked herself into a bathroom stall, emptying the contents of her stomach into the porcelain toilet.

She hadn't expected anyone to find out about Code Blue. Or about her sudden changes in lifestyle or friends or late-night activities. No one had seemed to notice her changes in attitude and character; or else they did and thought it for the better.

It wasn't her fault that her parents were crazy. They weren't like regular parents. Dinner was never on time and never a conservative dish. They come home late at night and sometimes not at all. They weren't druggies, and they weren't negligent. They were just too busy helping out the city's homeless to pay attention to their daughter.

From an early age, Sakura had been forced to seek attention on her own, something she wasn't very fond of or good at. She'd heard girls talking about how easy it was to get attention from a boy and how nice it felt when they smiled at you. She'd looked for a guy then, someone who seemed to be like her. That was when she had seen Uchiha Sasuke and fallen in love. She'd thought he was quiet, reserved, cute. Like her. 'Ike and Mike, they think alike.'

She'd been wrong. The Uchiha boy never paid any attention to he,r and if he did, it was to inform her that she was nothing more than an annoyance. She didn't know why at the time, but his refusal to give her attention only made her want him more. Forbidden fruit. So she idolized him, placed him so high up in her mind that every glance from him was treasured and every harsh word stabbed at her during the night.

Her parents knew about her crush on the young Uchiha. The only Uchiha left. They'd smile when she talked about it. But while she was talking, they'd go over plans for the next day's food drive, or the architect's ideas about a new shelter. And she'd be left alone to think about Sasuke and school and her insecurities.

She dry-heaved over the toilet in the cool isolation of the bathroom stall.

She'd given up on Sasuke a year ago. What had brought on her epiphany? She wasn't sure. She just knew she didn't want to hurt anymore. Didn't want to be dependent. Didn't want to hurt. Didn't want to be weak. Didn't want a lot of things.

She'd analyzed it at night, spending hours chatting life up with Inner Sakura; dealing with her inner demon left her exhausted. When she'd finally finished her nightly chats (which had taken a whole month to complete) she'd been left with a lot of space in her timetable. She'd stop all the stuff dealing with Sasuke (including watching him, buying stuff for him, and cooking for him) and replace it with training. Or something else.

Lee had helped a lot. He was nice and considerate and reminded her that she was a girl, but in a good way. He wasn't like Sasuke, shooting her down because she wasn't as strong, or because she didn't have as many muscles as he did. Lee would admire her because she was trying not to be weak and because she was working to become stronger and trying to become something.

She wasn't sure what she was trying to become.

She'd gone to TD on a whim, reading up about it in a file she'd been filing for Tsunade. She'd never even known it existed. She didn't think anyone else would either, at least, none of the chuunin. She'd gone through everything talking about TD, researching the entire thing fully to understand how things in it worked. It was really just a trashy place in town where the teens liked to hang out and shoot up. And only jounins were posted to do work there, and even then, it was on a rare basis and usually not many arrests were made.

She spat out the taste of bile and walked out of the stall, legs shaking. She didn't flush the toilet.

So she'd come here, and found Code Blue along with several new friends. Well, more than several. And friends who were actually real people who dealt with real issues and never even had to think about shooting kunai or what genjutsu is best to use on the hearing disabled. They were people who thought about drugs and sex and dancing. And then more drugs. Followed by sex and more dancing. And possibly more drugs. And they talked too, about normal, superficial things that normal, superficial teens were supposed to talk about. Like make-up and condoms, or music and art.

She just wanted to be normal for once. It was going to be an experiment and if it failed, well, she could laugh it off and no one would ever know. She had been a normal teen for one night and had fallen in love with the rough night sky and the weirdly happy feeling alcohol gave her. She'd done marijuana once, and decided she wouldn't do it again, but only because she was going to be a medic-nin.

The experiment had worked… a little too well. She'd gone from one trip to TD to one every two weeks to three every week. The place had an addictive quality to it. She went almost every day now, always making sure to be on top of where the drug busts were and what was going on in every section, always happy to help out her newfound friends with her information. They never questioned where she got her info from, for which she was relieved. They trusted her. And she trusted them.

She washed her hands, mulling over what to do about Genma as she dried them under a warm air dryer.

Why had Genma shown up? What had been the point of his intrusion into her secret life? It was hers to divulge, not his. And he was surely going to tell Kakashi. And Kakashi wouldn't let her stay with her friends. With the clubs. With her new, now old secret. The fact that she hadn't been molested would not be due to the fact that she could defend herself, but due to the fact that it just had yet to happen (although it was surely only a matter of time).

She realized she hadn't rinsed the vomit from her mouth and ran to the sink, spitting the vile substance from her mouth before rinsing it thoroughly. She washed her hands again and dried them off. Then she fisted them and held them close to her sides, not wanting to break anything. All her hard work down the drain. Just because of some stupid ninja. If he was here… she'd…

She did a high side-kick, smashing the cover of a condom machine off and showering the ground with tiny green-black packages and many quarters. The door swung open and a group of scantily clad females walked in. And stopped. And stared. Then they backed out of the room much more quietly than they had entered.

What the fuck was Genma doing here? Why was he in TD at all? She always checked the Hokage's sheets about TD. No one was on duty today. No one. She slammed the cover of the condom dispenser back on to the broken machine.

She stormed out of the bathroom and out of the club, brushing off the calls of friends. She reached a training ground where she could happily vent her anger out on several tree stumps.

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She had shown up everyday since seeing Genma, just to see if Kakashi really would show up. Today, she had been resting when he finally showed himself. She had been foolish enough to think that maybe he wasn't going to come. Maybe Genma hadn't told him. Maybe Genma had told him and Kakashi hadn't believed him. She'd been a fool. And now, here he was today, drinking, dancing, and wanting to take her home.

Take her to somewhere safe. Where she couldn't hurt herself.

Didn't he know that she did the most damage to herself in the quiet confines of her room? Sure, you couldn't see it, but she could feel it. And it weighed down on her in the darkness of the night; darkness unpunctuated by the light because ninjas didn't have nightlights and her window never had the moon shine in.

She hated him.

Kakashi.

She scoffed at him as she danced around, happy for she was with her friends. He never paid attention to her, not like this. Though if he had, she would have been slightly weirded out. Well, more than slightly.

The point was, he didn't pay attention, yet he always seemed to know what was going on. He never showed any interest in anything but always asked the right perfectly-toned questions which made you spill your guts. He was an enigma, him with his tousled hair and hidden face and his stupid inexplicable tardiness. There were times when he truly annoyed her and others where he made her want to stab him repetitively with a blunt object while spinning him over an open fire on a spit.

She spun around, wondering if spinning fast enough would make the unbidden thoughts of the silver-haired jounin leave her mind. The damned bastard kept having cameos in her thoughts as of late and it was starting to bother her.

On the other side of the dance floor, Kakashi was sliding his arms around the young redhead's hips. No one he knew was here, and if anyone did know him, he could claim he was intoxicated and could not be held responsible for what he did. The youth twisted closer and Kakashi shut his eye, moving with the beat. Beneath his eyelids, images began to take shape, eventually evening out from multi-faceted hues to Sakura's face.

Sakura. He opened his eye.

She had attempted to trick him and gotten him to dance around the dance floor. He snarled inwardly, suddenly and inexplicably determined to have a good time. He gripped the youth's hair and upped the physical contact. The youth reacted positively, shutting his eyes and continuing to gyrate with a speed that only youth high on cocaine could muster. Kakashi pulled down his mask and pressed his lips to the youth's, slightly disappointed that they were cold and not warm.

As his hands wandered through his hair, he wondered vaguely why the youth's hair was so short and began to realize that he wished that the guy had breasts. Yep, he was definitely hetero. But the kiss was enjoyable, so he deepened it. His hands continued combing through the youth's hair, helping him to realize that he really did prefer long hair. Well, long-ish hair. With pink bangs. Soft pink bangs. He opened his one eye after a while and wondered why the eyes staring back at him were a dull brown and not a vibrant green.

He realized whom he was thinking about and decided to get the fuck off the dance floor.

He needed a drink and he needed it now.

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Reviews

mamoru21: If I may ask, why do you think this is bloody brilliant? It's 'cause I'm hot, isn't it? Just kidding.

Yue Ryong child of the shadow: Glad you think it's superbly written. I can just feel my ego pulsing. But only almost enough to make you like the pairing? Let's see what this chapter did for you. (Your name is really long. Isn't it a bitch to type in?)

Hao'sAnjul: That's right, Sakura's going through some mighty big changes. Her brain, finally it works and she realizes Sasuke's not the one for her. Yay for her! Thanks about the beta offer, but I found that my friend wants to do it for me.

Jenn: What? Just brilliant? Not "bloody brilliant?" I'm just teasing. Now… tell me… why do you think it's so brilliant?

Crackerz: Oh, you crazy fool, you reviewed for me. I "heart"you. Yep, Kakashi is an old man. And yes, Sakura, she has matured.

kojika85: I'm glad you think the story is interesting. And thanks for the beta offer, but I've already got one lined up now.

ruka-kun: Glad I got rid of your scepticism! Yes, most people are curious about how things will go on from here. Most people not being myself. I know all.

Akari: Another brilliant.

And so ends this review response session.

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I would appreciate it immensely if all of you fed my review dependency and reviewed my story. Without reviews I will shrivel up and die. And have no ego, whatsoever… for it will have STARVED.