Whirlpool

Some warnings: Rated M because of reasons. This is a FemNaru story because hey, why not? Also, Kakashi is a bae.

Chapter Two:

Author's Note: Hey guys! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, faved, and followed the story! I just wanted to make a quick comment: To those of you who don't like the story, please do everyone a favor and simply refrain from reading it. Calling me an idiot or any other name won't change the fact that it is published and that I will continue to update it. Oh, and slut shaming is pretty nasty too, go pet a dog or something, you bitter paperclip.

Anyway, thanks guys! I hope you like this chapter!

Sorry for the delay, I got caught up in a few problems (ok, a lot).

Kind regards,

W hore-sama.

Kakashi didn't know what he had been expecting.

Perhaps another flower pot aimed at his head (since that was the norm) or something of similar proportions to be thrown at him. But as soon as the words 'period' and 'vomiting' and 'she looked very bad' came out of his mouth, the military leader in front of him visibly relaxed.

"So that's how it is" she muttered "It must really suck if it caught her unprepared. Yeah, alright, I'll forgive her this time. Tell her to come here as soon as she feels better, she's off duty until then. It shouldn't be more than a couple of days." she said, visibly more calm than she had been just a few moments ago.

"Hai" he responded before jumping out of the window, making his way to the nearest pharmacy.

He couldn't believe he was about to buy pads. Extra-large pads, for a heavy flow, at that.

It didn't bother him because he thought of it as an embarrassing action or something of the like, but it was something that just seemed so… intimate. Like something he shouldn't be doing. Something maybe Sakura or Ino should be doing. Or something a boyfriend should be doing. But not him. He was only her teacher.

A very dirty, disgusting teacher, but still just a teacher.

He wished he had just shunshin-ed away as soon as she had mentioned the bit about her insides being ripped. Even better, he should have just used the kawarimi and replaced himself with Sakura.

Too late for that now.

The drugstore was relatively empty as he lazily walked towards the female hygiene section and picked up two packs of pads (of twelve each, he didn't want to be running this kind of errand again anytime soon) before passing on to an empty cashier.

The young man at the register ringed both items lazily before packing both in a bag.

"My girlfriend drinks chamomile tea when she's on her period, she says it helps with the cramps. You should take some with you, I'm sure your girl would appreciate it." He said, holding a box of tea in his left hand. "It's pretty cheap too. Want me to ring it?"

Kakashi wanted to explain that Naruto wasn't his girlfriend, and that he doubted chamomile would soothe her evident agony (not that he knew much about periods or how to soothe them, mind you) but he just nodded his head for the sake of not complicating things.

The young man ringed the tea and Kakashi paid him before leaving the drugstore with a bag of pads and tea and a feeling of dread in his stomach.

He was not sure of how he felt about going back to Naruto's small apartment, where she was in obvious pain he had no emotional ability to try and soothe.

So he walked slowly, not really willing to set foot on the apartments.

He did not have much experience with periods, but he had often heard (mostly from overhearing Anko) about how awful they were, and he really, really, didn't want to deal with Naruto while she was on her period. He was already socially awkward, and dealing with that kind of situation felt way out of his league. He just wasn't cut to handle well things that didn't involve his job.

He reached the apartment building much earlier than he would have wanted to, even with his slow pace, and considered one more time asking Sakura to deal with this (though it was too late now, late enough for it to be weird, and he had already bought the pads). He opened the door to Naruto's apartment and peeked inside, noticing there was nobody in the faded orange sofa where she had previously been resting.

"Naruto?" he called.

"Shower!" came the muffled reply behind the closed bathroom door.

He closed the door behind him and dropped the plastic bag on her couch, sitting on the other end, next to her blanket. He sighed and rested his elbows on his knees, resisting the urge to drop on the floor and stare blankly at the ceiling like the piece of trash he felt he was.

Running an errand for his student (who he had a massive crush on) had felt domestic to the point where he had wanted to scream (something he wouldn't do, because he was, you know, cool). He just couldn't shake the feeling this was not something a perverted, dirty old teacher should be doing for his innocent, cute little student. Maybe if he was her boyfriend (like that would ever happen) it would have been normal. Something he wouldn't mind doing. Not that he minded doing it now, but it just felt plenty awkward, and awkward was something he actively (though miserably, as Gai was his best friend and Naruto was his student) tried to avoid.

He just wasn't cut for this.

The sound of the bathroom door opening alerted him that Naruto would be in the living room in less than five seconds, probably wearing only a towel and looking indecent and stuff (just plenty of material for the spank bank). And that exact instant was when he decided that just –no.

He had left that place faster than Tsunade when you said the word 'alcohol'. If he had any luck, she hadn't seen him making a run for it through her window and jumping through rooftops at a pace that seemed almost humanly impossible. Naruto, that is, not Tsunade.

In his defense, he had bought the pads, and he was just trying to avoid another uncomfortable situation (which may or may not have involved an almost naked Naruto and a really awkward boner).

And now here he was, sitting in a corner in the shadiest bar in Konohagakure and already halfway through his second bottle of sake.

Well, some people had it worse.

"Looking like shit, Kakashi" a familiar voice said as someone sat with him on his (purposefully, thank you) lonely table.

"Genma" he replied dryly.

"What's got you troubled?" Genma asked as he eyed the sake bottles on the table "I mean, it's only three o' clock. Something shitty must have happened if you're getting drunk mid-afternoon."

"Not much" Kakashi replied, emptying his cup and pouring himself another.

"Aw, come on! Would you rather talk with Gai? 'Cuz if it's something that makes you think you need to get drunk I think I'm a better option than Gai. Or I could fetch him, if you want to end up with an alcohol induced coma, that is."

"Actually, I don't need to talk at all. I just need to get drunk, so, if you don't mind…"

"As always, you're acting like an asshole. Talking won't make your tongue fall off, you know? And it's way better than the hangover you're getting later"

Kakashi eyed Genma sourly before finishing up his cup and setting it down on the table.

"I don't know what you want me to say."

"Why are you drinking in a shady 24/7 ninja bar at three o'clock in the afternoon on a Tuesday?"

"What are you doing on a 24/7 ninja bar at three o' clock in the afternoon? Shouldn't you be working or something? Chunnin exams, paperwork…?"

"I am meeting someone, but that's beside the point since I'm not getting shit-faced."

"Well, I'm getting shit-faced. There's your answer."

"Why are you getting shit-faced? You never get shit-faced."

"Fuck off, Genma."

"Wow, ok, rude." Genma said with a smirk.

"Now, now, I think I know what it is. It's a woman, isn't it?"

Kakashi almost choked on his sake.

But, since that clearly wasn't his style, he avoided reacting.

Well, he wasn't expecting it to be obvious. There were definitely a lot of reasons why he could have been drinking that didn't involve a woman. Everyone knew that. But then again, everyone knew he didn't like drinking. On his defense though, it was a shitty day, a shitty-er day thank his usual shitty, so he believed he had the right to get a little bit drunk, or at least drunk enough so that when he got to his apartment he would be intoxicated enough to have a dreamless sleep. God knew he didn't need dreaming that day.

Now, he didn't like getting drunk. Never had, even back in his ANBU days. But every now and then, a shinobi had to take a break, and his way of taking a break was getting drunk enough so that he could forget what thinking was about (usually passing out, since he was a sleepy drunk, and just tended to fall flat on his face, no drama or regrets involved.)

"Unlike you, I tend to have more important things to get drunk about." Kakashi replied cooly.

"Right, right. Figures. Well, I gotta meet that person I told you about. See ya, Kakashi." Genma chuckled before leaving the table.

'Sure. Figures.' Kakashi thought, pouring himself more sake.

Naruto knew there was a God because, although he wasn't there when she came out of the bathroom wearing a new change of old clothes, Kakashi had bought her pads and chamomile tea.

At this point, she was watching the late afternoon soap opera and drinking her fourth cup of tea. The main character (an iryo-nin called Natsuki) was about to fall into the evil trap of the emperor when Tamaki (the handsome rogue-nin) entered the scene to save his beloved.

"Damn, look at that butt. I bet the bastard would be jealous." She murmured snuggling into her blanket.

'Tamaki!'

'Natsuki!'

The couple yelled each other's names passionately as they were dragged away from each other by the army of mercenaries the emperor had hired, being taken to dungeons full of solitude and empty of the other's presence. The camera made a (totally intended) zoom-in on Tamaki and a firm butt could be appreciated through (totally unpractical) tight shinobi pants.

"Yeah, definitely jealous" she murmured again "I bet Tamaki can crack a nut with those ass-cheeks. The bastard would probably be offended to find out someone has a better ass than him. Though it wouldn't make much sense since he sees Kakashi-sensei like, all the time."

She was sipping her tea as she continued watching T.V. when she decided to fucking choke on the hot tea.

"ITBURNSITBURNSITBURNS" she yelled as she went to the kitchen and drank a glass of cold water.

She waited until her lower face and throat didn't feel like they were on fire to put the glass down, and then proceeded to stare blankly through her kitchen window.

Her brow furrowed.

"… Did I just think Kakashi-sensei has a nice ass?"

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Love,

W hore-sama.