Wassup? I'm currently listening to the RENT soundtrack. It's awesome.
Disclaimer: Still don't own Naruto or Kakashi otherwise I wouldn't have to write this damn thing.
Ch.3: Kakashi's Dream
"Kakashi…. Kakashi…"
Kakashi began to stir. He slowly opened his eyes, only to have them widen from their usual drooping position. "S-s-s-sakura?!"
He couldn't believe it. First, he stuttered. The great Copy Ninja, Hatake Kakashi, stuttered. But wait, there's more! Second, Sakura was looking at him in a revealing, nearly see-through, pink nightgown. It had lace on the hem and at the top of it. The hem stopped mid-thigh and showed her curves in every possible way.
Kakashi bolted upright, sitting on the ground with his hands behind him, in case he couldn't support his weight. He looked around him. He saw he was sitting in a grassy field filled with flowers. He looked at himself. 'I'm still wearing my jounin uniform.'
"W-wha? What's going on?"
'Damn. Still stuttering.'
Sakura looked up at him and giggled, noting his discomfort. Jade eyes locked with his black eye. Tracing patterns into his vest, she brought her face level with his, three centimeters separating their faces, and whispered, "Nothing."
As soon as she said that, his vest and sweater were off and landing somewhere behind her. Sakura now sitting at his side, dragged a finger up his arm slowly, pausing to explore the hollow just below his collarbone. His breathing was shallow and his heart rate was up. She moved closer, her chest pressed against his arm. He had to act. "Sakura?"
"Hmm?" She looked up at his face. Any train of thought disintegrated as he found himself drowning in her eyes. She traced patterns in his chest. and his breath hitched. She smiled and kneeled in front of him, a hand splayed on his chest while the other was pushing off his headband. She tried to move closer. Bad idea, seeing how she was about two inches away from learning graphically how badly he wanted her.
He felt his hitai-ate fall off, revealing the Sharingan. He closed his eyes. Sakura pushed Kakashi onto his back and began to trace the scar over his left eye. He propped himself up on his elbows and groaned. Her actions were too light for him to get any satisfaction. 'She's teasing me'
'Took you long enough. Hey, she stopped.'
'Huh?'
He opened his eyes only to find that they were both in their underwear. His eye widened again. He wanted to touch her so badly. She blushed as he scanned her body, taking in every inch of her cream-colored swells or her long legs. She looked like a goddess. To him, she was. He would've gladly sacrificed his entire Icha Icha Paradise collection just to kiss her, not that he'd ever admit it.
She fingered the rim of his mask. A breeze sent her hair flying around her face. He tucked a loose strand behind her ear. She smiled and pulled his mask down slowly, her face inching closer and closer to his. His mask was off and he could feel her breath on his lips. Their faces were closer now. Three centimeters away, two centimeters. One centimeter separated their lips.
"Kakashi…" she whispered and closed her eyes. He closed his, moving to close the gap. He was one-millimeter away when-BZZT. BZZT. BZZT.
His alarm clock rang. He woke up, glared at it, and then chucked it at the wall. It shattered, gears and coils falling below, breaking yet another alarm clock that spoiled his wonderful dreams.
Kakashi groaned, pressing a hand to his head. "Damn alarm clock. Always at the good part." He got out of his bed and proceeded to take a cold shower and take care of his dream-induced "problem".
