Of Fortitude and Temptation
PassiveObserver
Disclaimer: I would seriously be rich if I owned Naruto. I don't, but I'm working on 'borrowing' Kakashi for a weekend or two. :3
Kakashi was a man who had seen many things, dazzling assortments of festivities and battles, and yet he wasn't a man that was easily impressed or awed. Out of all his travels, very little interested him other than his precious Icha Icha books. That, and the rare beautiful women he would buy breakfast for the next morning, one way or another.
So the fact that Kakashi spied Sakura training and was bedazzled, spoke volumes.
It was a day like any other – or so Kakashi tried to convince himself. It was a day spent in the solitude of his apartment, lying in bed and bemoaning a massive hangover, and a curious burning in his loins that he knew had something to do with the fact that he'd been dreaming of a certain pink haired little girl in ways teachers probably shouldn't. But then again, that was always up for debate.
It was pathetic, really. Was he so depraved that he could view his little pink Sakura with a lecherous eye? Small pink Sakura that was infatuated with Sasuke? The one who was fourteen years his junior, and was innocent in all matters concerning the opposite sex? That had to be the only reason why she didn't notice his dark, inscrutable eye raking over her body. That, or she was naive, and foolish.
That, or she trusted him.
It made him feel revolted, the fact that he could even think about her that way, nevertheless look. He remembered that it wasn't that long ago when he himself spooked off a bunch of hooligans who gazed at Sakura in the same manner, when she was still figuring out that she could attract members of the opposite sex. It wasn't a thought he could dally on, one he could muse. It simply was taboo, it was wrong.
He felt like he was betraying her, thwarting her trust. Her badly, sorely misplaced trust.
He got up and groaned, deciding to cease his thoughts before they could enter the realms of which sane people tended to avoid. But what did he care? He didn't think he was sane since Sakura turned seventeen.
A shower, a cup of coffee, and brief pep talk in the mirror later, Kakashi was standing in the middle of the street, with his hand in his pocket, and a telltale orange book in his hand. Ignoring the petulant child who asked him what he was reading, he resigned himself to another day, probably filled with tempting little students, and annoying orange jump suits. If he did run into the former, he was hopeful the latter would serve to calm the misbehaving limb in his pants. Hopefully. Not really.
It was difficult to convince himself that he wouldn't run into Sakura today, he knew for a fact that she had the entire two weeks off – a direct command from Tsunade, who said Sakura was overworking herself. Last night was supposed to her last day for quite a while.
And Sakura, being, well, Sakura, would probably sleep in, or lounge around Ino's apartment. So unless, Kakashi thought, he fancied a visit to Ino's home to borrow, say, nail polish, he probably wouldn't see any shocks of pink hair today. Or at least until the next month when he could regain his bearings, or castrate himself. Male appendages are so troublesome.
Ambling without any sense of direction, or purpose, he tried to ignore the foreboding presence of a certain, Jonin jacket wearing, pineapple headed genius. The news he brought Kakashi probably wouldn't be good news, unless he declared that Tsunade suddenly enforced a 'Women must only wear miniskirts' rule.
"Oi, Kakashi."
"Yo."
"Tsunade says to stop being so lazy and that your Genins are waiting at Training ground three. She also mentioned that if you're late, she's going to demote you back to Genin before you could get your lazy ass to the Hokage Building."
"This coming from a man who'd rather watch clouds than sleep with girls." Maybe he didn't swing that way?
"It's troublesome."
"Hmm."
"..."
"Well, I'll be moseying my way down ... where did you say those brats were waiting?"
"Training ground three."
"Yes, that. Hope I don't see you until next week."
"Whatever."
As Shikamaru watched Kakashi's retreating back, he suddenly remembered. "Damn, it was Training ground six!" torn between chasing after Kakashi, and lying down in his favorite spot and watching the clouds.
It was pretty obvious what he was going to choose.
Wandering over to his destination, after stopping at a vendor for some mochi, and to say hello to Genma, and to help some beautiful young ladies with dazzling green eyes that reminded him of something he couldn't quite put his finger one, he arrived at Training ground three, and at his leisure, despite Tsunade's threat.
And when he arrived there, it wasn't three, scrawny, whiney little Genin he saw. He made it a point to beat Shikamaru into the ground the next time he saw him.
Somewhere in Konoha, Shikamaru shivered in fear.
The sight that beheld him was far more tempting, far more enticing, and yet there was absolutely nothing sexual about it, there was nothing sensual about how she moved, but he was still captured nonetheless.
Sakura was going through her katas, her body twisting and coiling like a snake, and he wondered if that was a little backwards, because he was the one who felt charmed. He wondered how he didn't notice her lethal grace before, it was so blatant, so obvious. But it wasn't her body that absorbed his scrutiny - her poorly concealed body, Kunoichi did tend to dress provocatively - it was the wild, untamed look in her eyes. Glittering, and determined. Her whole appearance was flyaway, and briefly, he worried that if he didn't tie her down, she would soar away and make of her life what others couldn't.
He recognized the moves, some he taught to her himself, and others utterly foreign. He wondered if she had created them herself, but his thoughts didn't linger too long on that. He was too busy memorizing each curve of her body, her bead of sweat clinging to the crevice between her breasts.
But then he realized something, there was a word for what he was doing now, watching his pink haired little student practicing while he hid in the bushes.
Lecherous
He missed Sakura's private, coy little smile when he shook his head clear of his thoughts, and even if he hadn't, he wouldn't know what to make of it.
Climbing out of the greenery, he nonchalantly made his way to her, in a way, he hoped, wouldn't reveal that he was just gawking at Sakura's training in the bushes for the better of ten minutes.
She didn't turn to acknowledge him, but the beam on her face said all the words she needed, and Kakashi leaned against a tree nearby, watching her with forced casualty, hiding the fire in his eyes well, and praying Sakura wouldn't notice anything off about it.
"You're left arm is sluggish." he pointed out helpfully.
"Well, you know what they say, the skills of the student are reflected upon their teacher." she glanced at him under thick lashes, and he swore he saw a secret there, one she knew and one she definitely wasn't going to tell him. "You yourself, was the one who taught me that move."
He sensed the challenge in her words, and found the muscles in his arms tensing in anticipation of the fight he knew would ensue, he just hoped that he could get her riled up enough to make mistakes with just a few barbed remarks.
"Don't blame your lack of motivation on your poor old sensei," he chided gently, and was already in the midst strapping on his gloves, removing his Jonin vest – not missing how Sakura's eyes followed the bulk of his muscles – and fingering a kunai. "If I remember correctly, you were the one who unsuccessfully asked Sasuke out on a date when I taught you that technique." Hook, line and sinker. She had always been sensitive about her behavior toward Sasuke, and swore them all never to mention it.
Color flooded Sakura's face at an alarming pace, and he chuckled when he heard her curse his long memory under her breath. "Stupid, arrogant porn reader ass hole." and his lips were pressed together under his mask, failing to seal his laughter.
"Oh! So you're laughing at me, are you silly old man?" she made a great show of packing up her stuff and walking back towards town. "Forget it, I'm not training with you."
"Too afrai–" was all he managed to utter, when the swaying hips of his cute little ex-student in front of him disappeared in a poof of smoke, and not a second later, he felt the cold metal of a kunai at his throat. God freaking damn! He thought frantically I didn't even see her make a shadow clone.
"Gotcha." she whispered silkily in his ear, and the warm puff of her breath forced him to suppress a shudder from stampeding up and down his back. But she underestimated him.
The familiar figure of her ex-sensei disappeared into a splash of water, and she was suddenly bent backward, a firm, but gentle hand tangled in her hair exposing her vulnerable neck, and a kunai was forced at her own throat.
"You've been hanging around with Naruto," he said amused. She had fooled him, but he was quick enough to threw her own trick back at her. "I haven't said start yet."
She growled at him, and an elbow darted out and struck him in the gut, an attack he couldn't block, for both his hands were occupied.
His breath was knocked out of his gut, and that was all Sakura needed, and Kakashi's hands loosened from her locks of hair, and she tugged away, darting quickly and suddenly disappearing from his sight. Considering who she was facing, that was probably the smartest move.
This match was too dangerous to forgo the Sharingan, so he uncovered his eye, and scouted the area, before spotting her, hidden in a tree.
"Fire release: great fire ball jutsu!" and before Sakura realized it, a huge fireball ripped through the forest and blasted directly where she was sitting, and knew Kakashi must have uncovered his Sharingan to face her. There was a rush of pride, and she knew he must have taken her seriously enough to use the coveted red eye.
Then there was dread, because there was no fucking way she would win now. And there was very possibly, a lot of pain to be suffered when facing a Sharingan armed Copy nin.
"Shit!" she established brightly, and quickly replaced herself with a block of wood, disappearing into the ground.
From under the dirt, she could hear Kakashi yell cheekily "You still alive Sakura-chan?" 'Damn bastard.' she thought, and before executing her move, she pushed her chakra far away, deciding that the Kakashi that stood above her was probably the real thing. "Earth release: Inner decapitation jutsu!" and promptly pulled his foot into the ground and climbed out herself.
She was grinning from ear to ear, and knelt down to his level, giving him an eyeful of her lacy purple bra. Crap, that's hot... and glared at her angrily from the ground. "I never taught this technique to you." he growled.
"I know," she said sweetly, and patted him on the head, like she was consoling a befuddled puppy. Damn her. "Shishou taught me." and then she had the audacity to shoot him his own inverted U smile!
Immaturely, he twisted his head to take a snap at the hand currently patting his head, the feeling was too good, and it threatened to betray his emotions. And then, that was when he had the idea of betting her.
"Sakura-chan, I have a proposition to make."
"Hmm?"
"If I win, you owe me some home cooked meals. At any place, time and meal of my choosing."
Oooh this was bad. Sakura knew he wouldn't possibly make a bet against her unless he had a chance of winning. And him winning meant great damage to her dignity, and slightly less damage to her body. But if she chickened out, there would be no dignity left for him to damage.
Crap, crap! She thought, and she knew Kakashi could see the panic in her expressive green eyes. "Fine. But if I win, you're going to every single medical appointment in the future." she looked at him seriously, and pursed her lips.
"Alright." and as soon as he said this, he disappeared.
"Damn! I was so damned sure that was the real thing!" Apparently not.
And suddenly, Sakura was aware that she was standing in the open, drawing attention to herself with no cover, and the fact that she was standing in the freaking open. "Alright," she whispered to herself. "He knows I know him, means he knows that I would expect him to come from underground, dirty old man. Means..."
Her realization was almost too late, for there was an ominous shadow descending upon her with frightening speed, and she dodged, just in time to see Kakashi's fist whip through the place where her head just was.
Before he could recover from his missed attack, her chakra empowered leg whipped out and struck him on his side, possibly breaking something, but she would be able to heal that later. She didn't regret it too much.
He grunted, and winced, before darting at her, striking her with a flurry of fists, too fast for her to see, and bruising her arms in her attempt to shield herself. The situation wasn't going well for her, and she decided to hightail it out of there.
Disappearing in a cluster of leaves, Kakashi's fist sifted through air, where Sakura once stood, and he glanced around the clearing. Suddenly, she shot from the water, and preformed the Water style: Water dragon blast technique, and he was shot away by a watery dragon.
The clone of him disappeared, and he reformed just behind Sakura, trapping her arms, and forming the tiger seal at her throat. "Give up?"
"Kakashi-sensei..." she moaned, and he went breathless. He had never heard that tone from her, and never possibly expected it to be directed at him. Sensuous, seductive, sultry. By god, he would have to be a monk not to bend her over and fu–
She swivelled her head, to smile coyly at him. "I think your butt is very cute."
His mouth hung open in shock, his eyes wide, and his hands shot off hers as if they were on fire. What the hell. He thought, and he felt his brain promptly exploded.
And Sakura took that moment to kick him in the ribs, winding him, and her fingers darted out to strike his chakra points, sealing them. He fell backwards, still dazed and she sat on his midriff, securing his hands over his head.
The position was so blatantly sexual. He felt his manhood twitching in his pants at her cat-like smile, the victory in her eyes and her chest heaving. At that moment, a bead of sweat trailed from her neck to between her breasts, and he felt his breath leave him at the sight.
She was fucking beautiful.
"I win, sensei." she told him, and beamed, when she felt something poke her on the leg. Something nudging her insistently, and she looked down at her ex-sensei, whose eyes were glazed over, looking intensely at her chest.
She hoped it was a banana in his pocket that she had previously missed.
She scrambled off him, her face bright with a hot blush, and Kakashi did as well. The tension was thick and disconcerting, and both parties were perturbed and confused. She shot him a glance, and found him still staring at her, focused, concentrated, like she was the only woman on earth.
She eeped, and looked away again.
"I-I'd, better get going, sensei." she told him quietly, and felt her heart thrumming unsteadily in her chest.
"That's probably a good idea." he replied evenly, and watched her scramble away, escaping from him.
Well, fuck.
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