Author: agentANBUhatake (Agent Hatake)
Summary: KakashiKagome Shorts, Because even Copy Cat Kakashi needs some lovin'. InuyashaNaruto xover.
Disclaimer: Don't own, so don't bother me. Also, I don't have a beta reader so I hope that doesn't bother anyone. . .3
A/C: I swear I had fun writing this and the next one is quite possibly the one I had the most fun on. So enjoy this chapter, and wait for the next one. Yeah, these 3 chapters are basically preparing you for the next one. Fuhihii!
Snow
"I got an internship."
Kakashi smirked, "Congratulations."
"It's for four months, possibly six months if they want me."
At age 22 Kakashi was wearing civilian clothes, which to him, just meant that he was wearing the jounin uniform rather than his ANBU garb. Wearing ANBU clothes got unnecessary stares from the public. Plus, he didn't want to publicize his rank. The less the public knew the less weary glances thrown in his direction.
Kagome was wearing a cream-colored turtleneck sweater and a black short skirt that hugged her thighs and ended at mid-thigh. When she had walked into the bar he pretended not to notice, although he found it hard to do so. His eyes had a tendency to naturally gravitate to her.
They were at a bar, celebrating Genma's birthday that at the moment was taking shots without his hands in the more louder and rowdier part of the bar. Other ninjas: chunin, jounin, and ANBU alike were crowded around him and cheering him on. Apparently he was taking on a newly instated jounin in a drinking contest.
They were in the more quiet area, by the bartender. She was on a stool facing him and fiddling with her drink and he was next to her, leaning on the counter with his hip and facing her. He was bent at the waist with his left palm supporting his chin and elbow on the counter, staring at her.
"That's great." And it was, while he had pursued a ninja career, she was pursuing a political one. And, not to brag, but she was good, he'd even be so bold as to say that she could be the best woman out there. She could take him down in a verbal battle as fast as he could take her down in a physical one. Which was saying a lot.
And in a week, they'd be celebrating their one-year anniversary. Which, his smile widened at the thought, he had a lot of plans set up for it.
She was nervous, he realized, her blue eyes flitting up to his and then down to her drink.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Well," She set down the drink on the counter and took a deep breath before she looked up at him, "It's in Snow Country. I'll be moving to Snow Country for four maybe six months on an internship." She bit her lip and looked at him under her lashes, "Please don't be mad."
"I- . . ." He paused, straightened and looked up at the ceiling with furrowed eyebrows. She was leaving to Snow Country for an internship? "When?"
She hesitated, searching his gray eye for something, " . . .In 8 days; a day after our anniversary. Are you mad?"
He scooted her back on her stool so he could effectively box her in with his hands holding onto the seat on either side of her hips, "No. I'm not mad . . .when were you planning to tell me this?"
He rested his forehead on hers and her hands immediately grabbed onto the back of his neck underneath the neck bracer of his vest. He briefly pulled her legs apart, scooted her forward and pushed the skirt closer to her waist so he could settle his legs comfortably between hers. In this position and because of the height of the stool they were pressed flushed together with his hands on the middle of her back.
"When you got back from your mission, three days ago." She nuzzled her nose against his cloth-covered one, for some reason, each time she was this close to him, she was five times more affectionate. "I got the acceptance letter almost three weeks ago."
Kakashi sighed; because now he knew he couldn't hold it against her. He'd been gone on a month-long mission in earth country. If he really totaled up the days that they'd been a couple and excluded all the time he spent on missions, they'd been together for a grand total amount of six months and three weeks.
And the only reason he remembered their anniversary at all was because last year, on Genma's birthday, Genma wagered that he couldn't ask out Kagome by the end of the week. Because they thought he was too chicken shit to do it and he'd been dancing around the topic for close to oh, a decade: eight years really, because Genma liked to exaggerate a lot and round things up. Ha! Chicken shit my ass.
'But if she's feeling guilty about it. . .' his eye got a wicked glint. He cupped her ass cheeks with his palms and hoisted her up higher on his front and she let out a squeak of alarm and instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.
"For the next few days leading up to our anniversary, starting at ten pm you'll be in my bed until the morning." He laid down some bills and hurried out the bar and to his apartment.
She let out an excited breath and asked, "That's it?"
He snorted and brought his cloth-covered lips closer to her ear, "We'll be doing it till I've engrained every part of your body in my mind, without the help of my sharingan. Until I've catalogued every noise you make and how many ways you can strangle my name out of that pretty little mouth of yours."
Her breath hitched and he purposely bounced her to let her feel exactly what she did to him. She was panting and he knew she was itching to pull down his mask but not until they got behind closed doors.
She gave out a breathless laugh as she slowly rubbed herself against him, "You just didn't have anything planned for our anniversary, huh? You . . .forgot." She accused.
"No, I had the whole day planned out but instead we're ditching all those plans and spending the whole day in my apartment." He braced her up against the door of his apartment and pulled out his key.
"Liar." She said, and pulled his mask down as the door closed behind them.
A/C: Totally having fun and thanks for the reviews! Remember, one more! Woot!
