Chapter 3
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It was a long, long week after Sakura had had the most embarrassing encounter of her entire life.
An entire week where she had spent most days, and even most nights, at the hospital, healing and attending to patients until she was dead on her feet.
She was not doing it to avoid him.
It was her job.
And now, she was dead tired. And all she wanted was to crash her head into her pillows, and snore her worries and tiredness away. Sleep a dreamless, fitful sleep. Rest.
Too bad someone had other ideas.
"Come on, Forehead! It's a Saturday night and you've got a day off tomorrow—and Kami, I haven't seen you in days. You've been so stuck in that stupid hospital that I'm afraid you're going to turn into a prude any second now."
She was weary, but she'd be damned if anyone called her that. Sakura glared at Ino, almost viciously.
"I am not a prude. And the hospital is not stupid. It's a wonderful job and it helps save people's lives."
"Right. Whatever. Yada, yada, yada. Now that you're done, can you at least pretend to have a life and enjoy the night? With me?"
"I'd rather sleep, thank you very much," Sakura replied dryly, trying not to yawn. "I'm tired, Ino. Can't we do this next time?"
Ino flipped her silky blond hair and pouted beautifully.
"You don't wanna hang out with me, do you?"
"It isn't that, Pig, it's just—"
"Ha! I knew it! You sooo hate hanging out with me! You're even insulting me!"
"Ino—"
"And here I thought we were friends." Ino's lower lip trembled, her eyes looking sad.
Sakura knew, oh, she knew, it was a trick. Oh, her best friend was so manipulative. But the girl was just so irresistible and cute and convincing…what the hell could any friend do?
Resigned, cursing herself for being such a pushover, Sakura finally nodded.
"Okay," she grumbled, folding her arms. "Fine. I'll go with you. Happy?"
The sad look vanished and the trembling lip stopped. In an instant, she found herself hugged tightly, a triumphant squeal coming up in the air.
"Oh, thank you! I swear we're gonna have so much fun!"
"Whatever." With a chuckle, Sakura rolled her eyes. Typical Ino. Always getting her way.
Not that Sakura minded. Overmuch.
"Now, I brought a dress for you. You can change at my house because it's nearer."
Sakura immediately looked down at her outfit. It was green, light green, one of her favorite colors at the moment. And it certainly looked decent enough…
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
Ino eyed her in distaste, raising an eyebrow in effect. "Are you kidding? That's a nurse's outfit—sooo not appropriate for a good night out. And you won't be able to pick up boys—"
"Ino! I am not going out with you just to pick out boys—"
"Fine," Ino interrupted. "Men, then."
"Ino!"
"Alright, fine. Goodness, can't you take a joke? I was kidding, girl!"
The last few words stopped Sakura just as she was about to open her mouth. Why did they sound so familiar?
Because they have been uttered before, that's why.
Oh, right. Kakashi. That stupid incident.
That kiss…
That mouth…
That face…
Those hands...
Stop it!
Annoyed, and a bit horrified at where her thoughts were going, Sakura shook her head. She was not gonna think about that. No.
No!
Put it at the back of your mind, girl.
"Forehead?"
"Okay, fine. I'll wear your stupid outfit. But you'd better make sure it isn't too revealing, Pig."
Another loud squeal was given, followed by the loudmouthed blond beauty dragging her arm with a constant chatter of how this was gonna be so exciting, yada, yada, yada. With a weary sigh, Sakura resignedly let herself get dragged, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop such a persistent bundle of energy (a.k.a. female version of Mr. Im-Gonna-Be-Future-Hokage himself). Might as well go willingly.
Besides, it might just be what she needed to take her mind off…other things.
Yup. Worth a shot.
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Kakashi was bored. It was ten o'clock in the evening, and all Genma seemed to want to talk about was how he got laid—again—by some beautiful woman he had met at some random village. Not that Kakashi listened overmuch, or even cared about the details. Frankly, it was kinda irritating.
And there was no Icha-Icha to distract him this time.
He'd brought one, of course. He always did. But he'd read this volume fifty times now, the last being yesterday. Surely any normal person would get tired of reading it again, right?
And it certainly didn't help that every visual on the book only enhanced his imagination about a certain…er, someone.
To think he was trying to forget it for a week now.
Disgusted with himself, Kakashi took a swig of his sake and tried to erase his mind of every thought there was. Time to relax now.
He deserved it, anyway, after such a tiring surveillance—not to mention fruitless—mission.
Now, if only Genma would shut up a bit.
"You should see her tits, man—they were so round and perky that I could hardly get them to fit in my hands! And the mouth—whew! It was so fucking talented, she practically licked every inch of my skin…"
"Hmm."
"And the moans—they were so musical that them alone had me in multiple orgasms before I could control myself…"
Frowning, Kakashi could visualize, all too clearly, someone else's moans. He took another swig of sake, gritting his teeth and trying very hard to tune out the idiot describing his adventures in detail beside him.
Control yourself, man.
Ha. Easy to say, hard to do.
But he was trying, wasn't he?
That had to count for something.
"Oh, wow—now there's another beauty I would like to try out…the Yamanaka hottie…"
Kakashi rolled his eyes, ignoring the man. Knowing Genma, he would probably hit on anyone in the bar with a skirt and breasts before midnight got around.
"Well, make that two beauties. Damn—that second girl's even hotter! Fine piece of ass, I might say. Such a sexy…wait. Isn't that your ex-student, Kakashi?"
Alarmed, Kakashi whipped his head up, vowing to give Genma a piece of his mind for talking about said ex-student that way.
Then he saw her.
And he nearly, very nearly choked on his own drink.
She was wearing nothing but a little black dress—a short one. A tight one. Halter, with little strings tied at the neck. Hair swept up, exposing said neck. Exposing throat. Skirt up to thighs, accentuating high heels and…legs. Endless legs. Creamy, delicious—
She turned around, exposing bared back. Creamy back. Waiting to be touched.
His mouth watered at the mere sight.
"Damn, Kakashi. Your little student has certainly grown up now. My, my…a blossom indeed."
Right.
A blossom. A freaking sexy one.
Why the hell hadn't he noticed this before?
And why, oh why were his fingers suddenly itching again?
"I can't believe this—tonight's my lucky night," Genma intoned, almost chuckling. "Looks like we're in for some fun."
Silently, Kakashi inwardly sighed. Inwardly groaned. Inwardly cursed himself and the whole damn world.
Great.
Looks like he was going to have to kill the idiot beside him now.
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a/n: Well, here it is, guys…chapter 3! Thanks to those who previously commented, and hope you all drop in and comment again!
