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Chapter Two:

Her second encounter with her upstairs neighbour came the following week. Mr Utagami had told the buildings the fire alarm had been triggered by someone smoking in one of the rooms. He'd raged for hours about his apartments being for non-smokers and non-smokers only, thankfully Sakura had missed the chat for work demands and been ruled out as a suspect by Mr Utagami due to the several incidents occurring when she wasn't even there. However, he stressed this didn't exclude her from procedures of fire-drills.

This fire drill occurred at 3am. Whoever the hell was smoking at 3am was asking for her to throw out her medical oath and slice them clean with her healing hands. She grumbled and groaned, rolling out of the bed and stumbling in the dark towards her dressing gown and boots. No way in hell was she freezing her ass off again for this fire-drill. At least if there was a real fire she would be toasty warm.

She grumbled, her head pounding against the blaring alarm as she made her way to the coat rack and to shove her feet into boots. Her key became an afterthought as she almost locked herself out and only just caught the door in time. But finally, she was out of the door, key in hand, hands in pockets and sleep messed hair giving her a bad character.

She had turned onto the stairs when she met a familiar glare belonging to a saunterer.

"Late?" followed his stare. His voice gruff and strong. In that one word, he managed to mess with her calm.

Late? She was never late. She was just preventing herself from freezing to death.

She ignored him, taking position in front of him on the stairs and walking down them as fast as she could without breaking fire-procedure rule 3 of 'no running'.

"Haruno, 3 minutes 42 seconds." Mr Utagami chastised.

"It's 3am. I've only just got in from work and got to sleep." she fired back, a little vicious with the bite.

"No excuse. Fire is fire."

She chose not to snap back and risk her apartment. Besides, he had another target to chew out. "Hatake. Again. You are going to give me your fine apartment soon."

"I was escorting my sleep deprived neighbour safely out." Was his formal answer. The longest sentence she'd ever heard him say… and it boiled her blood. Escorting her out?! He did nothing of the sort.

"Ahhhh, Hatake. So kind. Always thinking of others. A great credit to the principle of Konoha."

Sakura whirled around, mouth dropped open that the landlord had bought that shit from the copy nin's mouth.

Kakashi Hatake however, was charming him with a bashful smile, his eye slicing Sakura with a challenge; 'I win' it echoed. She hadn't even been aware there was a game. But something rang victorious in his mind.

Sakura huffed and stormed her way over to Iruka who looked a little more annoyed than usual, his death stare (usually saved for the naughty children) focussed on Ms Rutka.

"She still here?" Sakura whispered to him conspiringly.

"No idea how she's doing it. But he can't find a shred of evidence to kick her out with."

"Can't he just expire her contract?!" Sakura hissed.

"If only…" Iruka sighed. Something caught his attention though and he lifted his head, pasting on a smile and greeting another neighbour. "Kakashi. I hope the missions are treating you better than this building."

Sakura's eyes flashed wide, snapping up to the newcomer.

"More or less." he answered succinctly, as was his forte.

"Have you met Sakura? She's head doctor for the trauma ward at the hospital. I'm sure she has a chart with your name on somewhere." Iruka had a habit of introducing Sakura with any opportunity he got. She liked to think it was because he was so proud of her, but she knew it was a little bit of boasting as well. Even the strongest men fall prey to sins like boasting. She couldn't blame him, his other students weren't always so memorable. Well, not for positives.

"Hn." Kakashi's eyes speared her again. Oh so easily.

"Oh. Miss your latest check-up?" Sakura guessed, but casually directly the question to Iruka.

"Last check-up. Try his last 23 years of check-ups." he laughed at her alarmed eyes.

"Does Tsunade know?"

"Who do you think signs off his paperwork each year?" Iruka smiled. "She can't stand to lose him in the field just because he's lazy and hates hospitals."

"I guess some people get special treatment." Sakura spoke with clenched teeth.

"Some people deserve it." It was a nice enough statement, but the inflection was harshly intended. It was all Kakashi needed to say to cement her opinion of him.


Her next night off, her rude awakening wasn't from the sirens of the fire alarm. No, this time it was the siren upstairs submitting to the asshole that was her neighbour.

"Just like that. Yeah. Oh yes!" she screamed in pleasure.

Sakura threw herself face down on the bed, a pillow pulled tightly over her ears.

But the grunts and groans of the male companion sounded like they were right on top of her.

As much as she didn't like it, her body was responding to the familiar sounds that used to fulfil her own life. She kicked out her legs repeatedly on the bed, thumping up her own noise that still couldn't overpower the upstairs fortress of lust.

"Oh my god, I think I'm gunna come. Oh, Kakashi!" Sakura sighed in relief that the bitch had the world record for fastest female orgasm. But after the series of pleasured moans, she heard one word that had her throwing off her duvet and finding her shoes and overnight bag. "Again!"

Ino would lend her the couch, and if she was out, the hospital would welcome her to the on-call room so she could find some damn sleep.

The noises followed her as she packed the bag in record time and stomped around the apartment. Just as she was picking up her keys and her coat, she heard seven words that explained the noise

"How about we both treat you now?" said the female voice in an alluring fashion that needed no reprimand.

It was a threesome at the very least and it seemed to have the intention of lasting all night at this rate. Sakura grumbled a string of curses, slamming her door on the way out.

She made it down two floors when the smell of cigarette smoke caught her nose. Her eyes lashed out at the door closest to her: 2C.

Her rage was only fuelled by this, she stormed back up the stairs and beelined straight to the landlords door, intent of getting two of his precious apartment freed up. No more wake-up calls from the sexpest, or the fire-alarm. She needed her sleep and this building was meant to be the best location to enable that.

Before she could even knock, the door was open and the furry eyebrows were raised to greet her.

"You smelled the smoke didn't you… you came to inform your dear landlord didn't you?" he beamed at her. "Oh, I like you." He smiled. "I know someone who's not paying rent for the rest of this month." He patted her on the shoulder from his small height in praise. She didn't bother to tell him it was the 28th of the month and 2 days of free rent was hardly anything to shout about, but she wasn't going to argue.

Before she could thank him, he was ticking her name from a clipchart that appeared from nowhere and hitting the fire-alarm button on his left. The siren rang out and another night of sleep had been disturbed. He waved her off and she ran out of the building before other doors could open and blame her.

By the time she reached Ino's apartment and had been grunted entrance and a finger to the sofa, she could see all of the patrons outside in the cold. Her eyes ran over the crowd, not seeing her upstairs neighbour. He was probably busy balls deep in one of the girls, whichever one was free.

She smirked to herself. He'd be kicked out by the morning.

But then there he was, sex hair and sweaty body, carrying a girl Sakura had never seen before and weaving some story of heroics to the landlord again.

Sakura felt her fist tighten, her nails digging into her palm. The bastard had it coming.