Finally updating, it's been too long and I've been super slack, but between real life being a pain in my backside and writing Unbroken, this story gets put on the backburner. Luckily I'm planning on it being a rather short story, roughly eleven chapters, but it should be good.
Prepare your fans and other forms of cooling, this chapter is somewhat heated (seems to be the theme of my KakaSaku stories at the moment, ha!).
Please enjoy, and remember, reviews are very much loved! :)
CHAPTER FOUR
"This mission is so lame!"
The boisterous blonde stuck out his lower lip and folded his arms across his chest, glancing over at their silver-haired leader, who seemed to busy reading his small emerald book to answer. To his left, the raven-haired Uchiha rolled his eyes, but remained quiet.
"We should be taking on hoards of bad guys, not dressing up to go to some fancy party and find some stupid necklace." Naruto continued, furrowing his eyebrows together.
His gaze focused solely on the written words before him, Kakashi narrowed his eyes. This was the best mission he could get on such short notice, his unknown birthday present to Sakura after she had revealed her desire to spend time with the old team. Knowing she was to be married soon, and that Sasuke would most likely want to rebuild his clan as soon as possible with children, this would be probably end up being one of Sakura's last missions.
"Naruto, it's not a stupid necklace, it's a priceless heirloom." the pinkette hidden behind the dressing room curtain quipped back, irritation evident in her tone.
It was embarrassing enough that she was currently trying on dresses that were definitely not her style and very elegant without having to hear Naruto constantly complain loudly in the small clothes shop. He, Sasuke and Kakashi had already tried on and purchased their suits for the evening, formal wear to blend in to the party they would be infiltrating that evening.
After waking up in Kakashi's apartment the day after her birthday to find that the silver-haired Jōnin was nowhere to be found, Sakura had quickly gotten herself dressed, made the bed and quickly left, leaving him a note stating her gratitude and letting him know that she had returned home. That afternoon, a messenger had arrived at her door, informing the pinkette that Team Seven had a mission scheduled the next day.
She had found it strange at first, it had been quite some time since they had been placed on a mission together, the original team. Apparently Sai was on a solo mission at the time, explaining his absence. But hearing the constant back and forth of insults between Naruto and Sasuke had been worth it, reminiscent of their younger years when they were all mere genin.
Yes, the mission was not of a higher rank that she was accustomed to these days, but even higher-level shinobi had to complete menial tasks at times. Their orders were simple - they were to infiltrate the formal party of Yamauchi Daisuke, masquerading themselves as guests. With the man distracted with his hosting duties, they were to sneak away and search through the house in search of a pure gold and diamond necklace, the much treasured possession of a nearby Feudal Lord. Apparently, the jewellery had been passed down through the family for centuries, and had recently gone missing when Daisuke had visited, making him the prime suspect.
"How do I look?" Sakura exclaimed, pulling back the curtain and stepping out.
Naruto's jaw dropped instantly, his mouth agape. Sasuke's eyes appeared to have widened ever so slightly, but she couldn't be sure. Kakashi hadn't even seemed to notice, his sole obsidian eye glued to his perverted paperback.
"Woah Sakura-chan, you look amazing!" Naruto grinned at her, causing Sasuke to shoot him a dark glare.
Sakura looked down at her attire, unsure if she really looked as good as the sunshine-haired boy had claimed. The dress was definitely not her style, something that Ino would prefer much more. It was emerald green in colour, the satin-like material hugging her curves, with one bejewelled strap over her left shoulder. Reaching her ankles, it was lengthy at least, but contained one long slit up the right side that exposed her lower thigh when she walked.
Kakashi couldn't bring himself to look at her. Especially not after hearing the exclamation from Naruto. Being around the pinkette was hard enough on it's own without her looking stunning, his self-control would slip and then there would be trouble. The perverted thoughts about his former student appeared more frequently in his mind, despite his constant attempts at ignoring them.
His problem was, that like most younger men, he'd come to the realization that Haruno Sakura had evolved into a beautiful young woman. It was going to become the death of him, he'd become aware of this fact early on. He knew nothing would ever occur between them, he was fourteen years her senior and she was engaged, in a few months she would officially become Sasuke's wife and future mother of his children.
Distractions were very welcome, and so he once again buried his masked nose in his book.
Realizing she was not going to receive any kind of reaction from Kakashi, Sakura moved over to a nearby mirror. Looking over her reflection, Sakura couldn't help but find herself pleased with the result. Whilst a part of her mind told her she looked like a child wearing an adult's clothing, she noticed that it actually had made her appear older than her twenty-one years.
She looked like a lady.
Deciding that it was definitely the dress she would wear that night, Sakura disappeared into the dressing room once more and changed into her regular attire. Once done, she folded the dress over her arm and headed over to the store-owner, quickly paying for it before she indicated for the boys to leave the shop with her and return to the nearby inn.
Later on, they gathered in Sakura's room, one she was happily sharing with no-one, whilst the other three had been forced into one room together. Sometimes, it really did pay to be the only girl in a team.
She had taken a seat next to Sasuke on the bed, but he made no sign of acknowledgement. He'd barely said two words to her since they had left Konoha, making her feel somewhat disappointed and a little bit rejected. The pinkette was aware that Sasuke was the stoic and broody kind, but the amount of silence she received from the man she was due to marry in a few months time was worrying.
"Once we arrive at Daisuke's estate, we will be splitting into two teams. Naruto, Sasuke, you two will be posing as wealthy brothers, Noboru and Saburo. If anyone asks, you've recently come into money due to a lucky occurrence at striking oil. When you get the chance, you are to sneak away from the party and search in the west wing of the manor for the necklace." Kakashi begun, pacing back and forth across the floorboards.
"Aw, why do I have to be paired with Sasuke? Why can't I be with Sakura-chan?" Naruto whined, earning himself three glares.
"I will be posing as a bachelor from a prestigious and rich family, Katsuo. Sakura will be acting as my latest conquest, Sayuri. We will be exploring the east wing." the older man answered calmly.
Naruto, who had been sitting on the floor, jumped to his feet.
"That's not fair!"
"If anyone should be paired with Sakura, it should be me." Sasuke suddenly spoke up beside the pinkette, causing her eyebrows to rise in surprise.
"After all, if she's to be posing as someone's girlfriend, it will be more believable, as she is my fiancée." he continued.
Sakura returned to reality. How naïve she'd been, thinking that Sasuke wanted to be partnered with her on this mission so he could keep her close.
Kakashi sighed.
He knew that Naruto and Sasuke would have an issue with the assigned pairs, but the fact was, he worked much better with Sakura, as did the two boys when they were together. Of course, they wouldn't accept that excuse.
"Men of my age who attend these kinds of social events never show up alone. They arrive with the most beautiful women they know on their arm, who are usually half their age. Our stories would not be as believable otherwise, and we need to blend in with these people so we will not be compromised on this mission."
As much as Sakura hated to say it, Kakashi had a point.
Still, she found it nerve-wracking, knowing she would be by his side all evening. Ever since the night she had slept over at his place, and those fleeting forbidden thoughts that had rushed through her mind, she'd been on edge in his presence. She didn't know how to act around him anymore, afraid that something would happen and those thoughts would be discovered.
Truthfully, the petal-haired girl had thought about them since then, wondered what they had meant. Was it possible that she actually found her former sensei to be attractive? No, that was impossible, she only had eyes for Sasuke, and had no idea what actually lay beneath the dark blue material of Kakashi's mask. And yet, there was something there between she and Kakashi, something that had arisen in recent times, something she couldn't quite explain.
But now was not the time to dwell on such things.
Soon, the team were getting themselves ready, the boys already dressed in their suits as Sakura quickly applied some make-up to enhance her features. She was surprised at how well they all cleaned up, and couldn't help but admit that they all looked rather handsome.
Naruto's suit was a dark grey, and he'd paired it with a bright orange shirt and a black tie. Sasuke's suit was a much lighter colour, the jacket left unbuttoned with a black shirt underneath. Kakashi's suit was black, matched with a crisp white shirt that was unbuttoned at the top, a skin-tight black top underneath that was also attached to a mask, which he was adamant on wearing. They all wore henges to alter their features slightly, Naruto and Sasuke's hair were now matching shades of chocolate brown, the former blonde's whisker-marks gone from his cheeks. Kakashi's silver locks were now a deep shade of midnight, and he wore an eye patch over his Sharingan.
Sakura detested wearing a henge to disguise her bubblegum tresses, but she was well aware that her hair was very recognizable. So for tonight, she was a strawberry-blonde, refusing to go any hue that was vastly different from her normal colour. It seemed to work well the emerald green dress, which was surprisingly comfortable and fit her like a second skin.
On her feet were plain black pumps, the same ones she had borrowed from Ino the night she had tried, and failed miserably, to seduce her fiancé. They were the only heels she felt comfortable in, and could walk easily in without stumbling around everywhere.
She stepped out of the bathroom, having finished her hair, which was set in waves and swept over her right shoulder. She couldn't help but notice the looks she was granted when she appeared in the boys' view; Naruto's mouth was once again agape, and Sasuke's eyes lingered on her form much longer than usual.
"So, should we get going?" she spoke up in an attempt to get Kakashi's attention.
He looked over at her with his visible eye for a second before his gaze was averted once more.
Sakura looked amazing, and it painfully reminded him of his age and just how old he actually was. She looked so regal in her formal dress, he could have sworn it was only yesterday that she was a silly twelve-year old girl, yet she stood before him as a mature twenty-one-year old woman.
A woman who was off-limits.
"Naruto, you have your radio in place?" he addressed the blonde, ignoring his thoughts once more.
The sunshine-haired boy tapped his left ear.
"Right here." Naruto replied, grinning.
"If anything goes wrong, or if we find the necklace, we are to contact one another immediately. The rendezvous point is at the front gate. Remember each other's names and your own, as well as your back stories. Don't let yourselves become too carried away with the other guests and their conversations. The sooner we find this heirloom, the quicker we can get out of there. Understood?"
Sakura and Naruto silently nodded, Sasuke gave a grunt which they all knew to be his way of saying 'yes'.
"Alright, let's head out."
An hour later, Sakura was walking around the extravagant ballroom, her hand gripping Kakashi's elbow as he led her around the party guests. Everyone was so eloquently dressed, and she feared that they stood out like a sore thumb, but she could see the looks given by passer-bys that somehow seemed to approve.
They had slipped into the party easily, flashing imitation invitations that had been provided for them by Tsunade when handed the mission. Naruto and Sasuke had headed inside the great manor first, followed a few minutes later by Kakashi and Sakura. She'd been anxious to get this mission over with, especially as she had been paired with Kakashi and was unsure of how to act around him.
Somehow, the dynamic between them had shifted. She had a vague idea that it was due to her sleeping over at her former sensei's house, in his bed; something that students did not do. She hadn't addressed it however, and neither had he, there had not been an appropriate time to do so. For now, she followed his lead, smiling and nodding to other guests as they walked by and introducing herself by a fake name.
Eventually they came across the man who owned the house, and their suspect, Yamauchi Daisuke. Sakura had spotted the disguised Naruto chatting to him earlier as Sasuke ignored the conversation and scanned the room, his eyes honing in on his fiancée a number of times. This hadn't gone unnoticed by Kakashi, who had made a mental note to reprimand him for doing so later.
"Yamauchi-san?" Kakashi spoke up, causing the man to turn around, a beaming smile on his aged face.
Yamauchi Daisuke was evidently wealthy, everything about it screamed that fact, from the expensive material that his suit was made from, to the pure gold rings that adorned his fingers. He was older than Kakashi, the receding hair-line that was slowly turning grey was a dead give-away. Sakura guessed that he was roughly in his fifties.
"Please, call me Daisuke." he chuckled, looking to Sakura, his gaze lingering much longer than she felt appropriate.
"I just wanted to congratulate you on such a successful party." Kakashi replied, polite as ever, although part of him wanted to rip out his eyeballs for staring at his companion a little too long.
"Why thank you, uh…"
"You may call me Katsuo, and this is my lovely friend, Sayuri." he explained, indicating to Sakura.
She bowed her head slightly.
"What a lovely friend you have there indeed." Daisuke commented, his grin widening lecherously.
Despite the fact that she felt as if her skin was crawling, Sakura let out a high-pitched giggle, startling Kakashi beside her with how authentic is sounded.
"Oh you." she smiled sweetly, batting Daisuke playfully on the shoulder.
Kakashi could feel himself growing irritated, although he couldn't fathom why. Sakura was playing her part perfectly, why was it annoying him to such a degree? Whatever the reason, he knew it was time to leave the presence of the older man, they had a mission to complete.
"We won't bother you too much longer, perhaps we shall run into one another again later." he bowed slightly, steering Sakura away, who waggled her fingertips in a wave of goodbye at Daisuke.
Once they were out of earshot, Kakashi pulled her aside.
"Done flirting?"
She blanched.
"Are you kidding me? That guy gave me the mega creeps, I was just playing along, like you told me to."
She looked up at him, confusion clear in her pretty features. The guilt seeped through Kakashi's veins, he had no idea what was wrong with him tonight. But there was no time to dwell on it, they had other things to focus on. He'd already noticed that Sasuke and Naruto had disappeared from the party, having begun their search in the west wing.
Kakashi led Sakura to a nearby door that lead to the east wing, flanked by a guard. He wasn't surprised that the man had guards, most wealthy families did in order to protect their valuables.
"Just escorting my friend to the toilet, she's not feeling all that well. A little too much punch, I think." Kakashi explained, looking over to the woman on his arm who began to look rather sickly.
The guard said nothing, looking between the two, but eventually stepped aside and let them through the door.
Once they were through, Kakashi looked down the corridor which was lit by gold-coloured lanterns. There were a lot of rooms to look through, and not as much time.
His eye swept over Sakura.
"Are you alright?"
She nodded, and gave him a small smile.
"We should start looking."
Beginning with the first door on the left, they began to search through the rooms. There were multiple bedrooms, a small library and several bathrooms, but they had no luck in locating the necklace. There had been a few false hopes, golden necklaces found in various jewellery boxes, but none that matched the description of the item they were looking for.
Eventually they entered what appeared to be a study of some sort, a sturdy desk in the middle surrounded by bookshelves and cabinets, ornaments and decorations lining each shelf and wall. Daisuke certainly loved to decorate, that was made rather obvious. The room was quite dark, but any kind of light would alert someone immediately. Sakura left the door ajar, using the illumination from the corridor to give them some light, and moved over to the desk. She knelt down and began to rifle through the desk drawers whilst Kakashi made a beeline to the bookshelves.
All the Sakura found however, was a cornucopia of scrolls. They filled each drawer to the brim, and as she pulled one out after another, she still did not see any sign of a necklace. Although her curiosity peaked at what could potentially be in those scrolls, she knew better than to snoop.
Dejected, she quickly stuffed the scrolls back where they had come from and returned to her feet, glancing over at Kakashi, who was still standing in front of the bookshelf, pulling books out one by one and flipping through the pages before returning them to the shelf.
Sakura's eyes narrowed.
"Honestly Kakashi-sensei, you can't pull yourself away from books for two minutes?" she reprimanded him, her voice low.
Kakashi turned around to face her, his face impassive.
"Books can sometimes be used as storage compartments." he explained to her simply. "And don't refer to me by my actual name."
Sakura scoffed. "It's not like anyone knows we are here."
As soon as the words left her lips, she instantly regretted them.
Voices could be heard approaching, rebounding off the corridor walls. She looked over at Kakashi in panic, then around the room for any way to escape. The nearby window was completely closed, any attempts at opening it would cause too much noise. There appeared to be no other doors, effectively meaning that they were stuck.
Kakashi had also realized there was no way for them to leave the room without being compromised, and instantly regretted what he was about to do. Wordlessly, he strode over to Sakura and pushed her against the desk with his own body, causing her to gasp with surprise.
"What do you think you're doing?" she hissed at him, looking mortified as her cheeks began to burn.
"Very soon, we are going to be found in this room. Instead of standing around and eventually getting caught red-handed, I'd rather them believe that Katsuo and Sayuri disappeared from the party to have a little one-on-one time." Kakashi murmured, his voice low, making Sakura shiver slightly.
"But… that won't work, it's too cliché!" she protested, horrified at what her sensei was proposing.
"It will work because it's too cliché. They honestly wouldn't expect highly trained ninjas to use it as a cover for their true intentions. They would be under the assumption that shinobi would use a jutsu to hide ourselves in the room, and we don't have time for that anyway."
Sakura went to reply, but the voices grew louder and closer.
Kakashi leaned forward to whisper in the pinkette's ear.
"Just follow my lead."
She nodded dumbly, her cheeks blazing. Kakashi gently lifted Sakura up onto the desk, nudging her legs apart so he could push himself up against her properly. The slit of her dress had risen with the emerald material that was bunched up against her waist, allowing the silver-haired man to run his hand along the outside of her thigh.
"Wrap your leg around me, and your arms around my shoulders." he insisted urgently.
Sakura complied, feeling incredibly awkward and nervous. Kakashi's hands were on her skin, his touch scorching with heat. Adrenaline began to pump through her system, her heart quickening it's pace as it beat louder in her chest. Her hold of Kakashi tightened as his face moved closer to her own, his breath fanning across her face. She could see a mixture of emotions in his sole eye; some panic, a touch of anxiety, a hint of regret, and something she clearly mistook as desire.
As Kakashi looked down at the fearful face of his companion, cursed at himself inwardly, he'd never thought he'd be in this position. His mind told him it was the best thing to do for the situation, and yet he couldn't help the self-loathing that came along with it. If Tsunade found out about this, if anyone found out about this, he'd never hear the end of it. Kissing a former student who was engaged was not something others looked kindly upon.
He was going to hell.
But, he reminded himself, there's no other choice.
With that thought, he pulled Sakura tighter to him, tugged down his mask and slanted his lips against hers.
Sakura didn't respond immediately, having gone into a state of shock at the fact that her sensei was kissing her. But his lips were soft, gentle, warm, and soon she found herself responding, tentatively at first until she found her courage and the kisses became deeper, harder, hotter.
Kakashi was trying to hold himself back, but as her movements grew bolder, those sweet and smooth lips pressing up against his own with a need he was positive she was not aware of, it was becoming more and more difficult to control his desire. The hand on her thigh moved upwards, finding her backside. Her skin was so soft and yet so warm, he was beginning to feel intoxicated by the pinkette.
As his hand gently squeezed her buttock, Sakura felt as if she was on fire. The heat ignited in the pit of her stomach and had begun to spread through her veins. She'd never felt anything like it, and could never have imagined such a feeling. She found herself kissing him harder, rougher, her breath coming out in ragged pants every time she stopped to take a breath.
"Who's there?"
A light shone into the room, breaking Sakura from her daze as she was rendered temporarily blind. For a moment, she'd completely forgotten why she was making-out with Kakashi. The man before her turned around to face the intruders, a sheepish smile on his lips.
Which she could see.
Her eyes widening, Sakura realized that she could see her sensei's face. Well, one side of it at least. The light coming from behind him illuminated his strong jaw and straight nose, but even with the mask on, she had been able to see their tell-tale outlines. No, she was transfixed by the curve of his lips, the dimple that had appeared in his bare cheek from the smile he wore.
No over-sized teeth, no tiny, thin lips.
Just absolute, handsome perfection.
"Ah, Katsuo, I see you couldn't keep your hands off your friend for very long."
Daisuke's voice reverberated around the room, bring Sakura back to her senses. Although she knew her face was hidden by Kakashi's silhouette, she couldn't help that blush that warmed her cheeks.
Kakashi chucked, causing his body to rumble slightly under her touch.
"Can you blame me?" he joked.
He was inwardly annoyed that Daisuke and the two guards that stood on either side of him had interrupted, despite the fact that he knew they would, as that was why he was kissing his former student. Without his mask hiding his facial features, he found it harder to play along and hide the irritation. Luckily, Daisuke didn't seem to notice, chuckling instead.
"Not at all, my friend. Don't let me interrupt, you two have fun now." he turned to leave the room, taking the guards with him.
Too late for that, Kakashi thought begrudgingly.
He turned back to face Sakura, who was staring at him with widened eyes, her mouth opened slightly with what appeared to be surprise. The bright light that had come from the lantern Daisuke had been holding was gone, the room returning to the dull illumination given from the hallway. In the dim light, Sakura looked just as beautiful, her features made more sultry by the dark shadows.
"Are you alright?" he asked her cautiously, raising an eyebrow.
Why was she staring at him like that?
It took Kakashi's brain a few seconds to realize that he was no longer wearing his mask, that his bare face was in full view of her.
Now that he was looking down at her, Sakura could see the full beautiful spectacle that was Kakashi's face. The rumours were true, he was a very attractive man. A few faded scars etched into his skin here and there, but it just added to his allure. She'd been so sure all these years that Sasuke was the most appealing man she'd ever seen, but it seemed at that moment, she'd been incredibly wrong.
Butterflies began to flutter in her abdomen, a heat stirring in her groin. Her breathing grew heavy, and she couldn't help but lick her lips as she looked into the sole obsidian orb of the man who was currently standing between her thighs.
She realised, with a thrill, that she wanted him.
And that was what caused her to pull Kakashi's face back to her own as her lips hungrily met his once more. To her excitement, there was no hesitation on the older man's behalf. He responded just as desperately, the kisses much needier and passionate than the ones they had shared before being interrupted.
Sakura's leg around his hip tightened, pulling him even closer to her, to the point where his crotch was practically rubbing against her own through the material of his pants and her dress. She'd never felt so turned on, and neither had he. There were no thoughts involved, no thinking at all, just pure instinct.
Underneath his lips, Sakura let out a small moan of pleasure which spurned Kakashi on even more. Coaxing her mouth to open gently, his tongue darted inside, meeting hers. He could sense the slight hesitation from her, and realized that she'd most likely never kissed someone in such a way before. But as he went to withdraw his fleshy organ, her own rubbed against it, slow at first until she became bolder, causing him to grip the back of her head with his hand as they explored one another's mouths fervently.
Sakura couldn't tell where she ended and Kakashi began. The air around them was warm, her skin becoming lined with a thin layer of moisture. He pushed against her again, this time she felt something hard pushing against her inner thigh, her mind taking a moment to register just what it could have been.
Kakashi was sporting quite a firm erection.
It exhilarated her, having the physical proof that he was turned on as much as she was. Her underpants had already become damp, the need to be touched down there intensifying with every second that passed. Sakura took one hand from the back of Kakashi's head and moved it to his, which was grasped firmly on her butt cheek, slowly manoeuvring it closer to her groin, her anticipation growing.
'Kakashi-sensei? Are you there? Over.'
As soon as the voice sounded in his ear, Kakashi realized just what was happening and immediately pulled away from Sakura, turning his face from her. Instantly he began inwardly scolding himself, how had he been such an idiot and allowed himself to become so carried away? Pulling his mask up over his face, he took a moment to collect himself before answering.
"I'm here Naruto. Have you and Sasuke had any luck? Over."
Sakura blinked, trying to make sense of what had just happened. One minute Kakashi was pressed against her, his tongue dancing with hers in a tango of heat and desire as his hand inched closer to her crotch, the next he had removed himself from her hold in a flash as if he had been severely bitten. She couldn't understand why, until she heard him speaking and realized that Naruto had contacted him on his radio.
And then it all hit her.
Here she was, a twenty-one-year old virgin who had never been kissed before and was due to be married in a few short months, making out heavily with her sensei who had always been known to be a pervert and was a good fourteen years older than herself.
With horror, Sakura realized just how much she had liked it, the dull ache in her groin reminding her of just how carried away they had gotten. After Daisuke had left the room, there had been no reason to keep up the act, they should have waited a few minutes before continuing on their search for the necklace they were supposed to find. Instead, she'd found herself craving Kakashi's lips on hers once more.
What if Sasuke found out? He wouldn't want to marry her if he knew.
If Naruto hadn't contacted Kakashi, there was no telling of how far they would have gone, having already entered dangerous territory.
Sakura suddenly felt the need for a long, cold shower.
'We found the necklace, we're heading to the rendezvous point now. Over.'
Kakashi ran a hand through his hair.
"We will see you shortly. Over."
The connection ended, Kakashi inhaling deeply before allowing himself to look over at his companion. Her dress was slightly lopsided, the material wrinkled around her waist. Her strawberry-blonde henged hair was dishevelled, random strands sticking out in all different directions. The most tell-tale sign of what had occured was her pink lips, swollen from all the heated kisses they had exchanged.
He noted that her green eyes were focused on the floor, she was purposely avoiding her gaze, unable to look at him.
"We should go, the boys found the necklace." he informed her, moving over to the door.
"What happens now?" Sakura asked meekly from behind him, her voice soft.
He sighed.
"We forget it ever happened."
Sakura seemed to accept that answer as she hopped off the desk, straightening out her dress before running her hands through her disguised locks in an attempt to brush away those fly-away strands. She felt a little unbalanced, her legs feeling somewhat weak and jittery, but she followed behind Kakashi quickly, wanting to leave the room as soon as possible and get what had happened out of her thoughts.
Soon enough, they were outside the manor, Naruto and Sasuke waiting by the front gate. Naruto waved to them enthusiastically, his companion however could only stare with dark eyes. Something had happened between Kakashi and Sakura, there was a tension around them that had not been there previously, and he hadn't missed the way his fiancée was avoiding looking at their sensei. She looked a little rougher than he remembered, not as defined as earlier.
"What took you guys so long? Sakura-chan, your cheeks are the same colour as your hair!" Naruto commented obnoxiously, causing the girl to blush even more.
"We should get out of here, and get back to the inn." Kakashi urged, ignoring the two as he strode past Sasuke, who could only watch him with suspicion.
What had happened whilst they had been gone?
He was determined to find out.
Here's three things you should know;
1. I had so much trouble with this chapter. It took me three days to write. I would write a few pages, and then end up going back later and scrapping it before trying again. I guess I was trying to make this kissing scene different from the one in Unbroken, I didn't want to repeat myself.
2. Things might seem like they're moving along at a quicker pace, but it's part of the story. Kakashi's been struggling with his desires for Sakura for weeks, and she's been craving some kind of affection for years, and it came in the form of her sexy sensei. So of course she got carried away. I know I would.
3. Hopefully the next chapter won't take as long to be updated. I know it's not as popular or as loved as Unbroken, but the two really shouldn't be compared to one another. Unbroken is my epic, this is my side project, a small and short story. And I love it, despite how hard it is to write.
Please let me know what you think, feedback is incredibly helpful and very much appreciated! :)