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The Henge
Chapter 4
When the world burns
xox
Without a doubt, the one thing that could satisfy any nervousness that unsettled Kakashi would be a couple hours alone in a peaceful, outdoor area where he could read Icha Icha. No students, no colleagues, no Hokage, no missions — just his book that curved nicely to his hands from being read and re-read dozens of times. Although he itched for new material, patience would be necessary since Jiraiya would be releasing a new book in another month. He sat perched high in a branch in the Nara forest — Shikaku wouldn't mind, on more than one occasion he had been found hanging on a branch with his book in hand or taking a small nap.
Kakashi settled against the base of the tree and began to read happily —
"And you think you can stop me, Nagato?" her heavy response quieted the man that had come here to stop her.
He took a step forward, quietly as to not disturb her — if they could just go back to how they were. "I'll do anything to save you from yourself, you're walking down a dangerous path."
She dropped her head in defeat, rough hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her to him until their bodies were pressed together — they held their breaths, they knew what was coming next — he began to pull her straps off her shoulders—
"Kakashi-sensei?" the unwanted and sadly familiar voice of Shikamaru broke into what could possibly be the best scene in the book, in accordance to mentioned Kakashi.
He peered over the brim of his book with a lazy eye, "great day for reading, isn't it?" Kakashi said, unafraid to keep the agitation from creeping into his voice, hoping that the shadow user would take the hint and leave.
Shikamaru pursed his lips, "what are you doing around here?"
Obviously subtle conversation went over the Nara's head — or he simply chose to ignore it. "I could ask you the same thing," sarcasm practically dripped off the branch with him.
"I live here and I wanted to take a walk and feed some of the deer," Shikamaru drawled lazily, he tilted his head back to glance at the clouds that rolled by, Kakashi always had to wonder if this kid would live a long, simple life for how much he admired the life of clouds.
"And I'm reading on this beautiful day," he moved to push the book back to his face — the faint scent of old paper pacified him. Hopefully Shikamaru could take a hint, it didn't sit well with him to feign conversation if he didn't have to .
Shikamaru stuffed his hands in his pockets with a tired sigh, "alright, well Sakura was looking for you in town a few hours ago — I see now why she wouldn't be able to find you."
Kakashi had to stop himself from cursing any outstanding chunins that threatened the small blocks of tranquility that he looked forward to each day. "Thanks, Shikamaru — you're a real help."
The black haired male stared at him blandly, "do you think something weird is going on in the village?"
Attention hooked, because for the self-proclaimed lazy (yet rather genius) individual to notice something amiss — it would be foolish to not pay attention. Kakashi laid his book on his lap, "there's always something weird going on."
Shikamaru obviously didn't appreciate the teacher that talked in circles and glanced around the silent woods, as if searching for something he couldn't see — Kakashi couldn't feel any chakra signatures nearby, and nothing stood prominent in the familiar woods that circled the Nara compound.
"I guess I just have a weird feeling," Shikamaru grumbled.
Kakashi could understand the feeling that he held, years of service to this village and killing on their behalf had left him with a strange sense that he could never fully relax in his own home. "Have you seen anything?" he asked the chunin.
Shikamaru shook his head, "tch. I think I've just been training too much." Quite leisurely, he tilted his head back once more to admire the clouds — envy didn't begin to explain the expression that crossed the Nara's face.
"Not a bad thing," Kakashi countered, vaguely he wondered why Sakura would be searching for him — they didn't have any training today and after their discussion he had assumed they were on good terms — the foreboding feeling of attachment began to caution him.
Shikamaru shrugged his shoulders, clearly giving up on any suspicions he held and began to walk away, "bye Kakashi-sensei. If you see anything weird please let my father know," Shikamaru bowed his head before leaving the interrupted jounin.
As if he wouldn't say anything. Had his dignity really fallen so low that common chunin were speaking to him like that? He could easily recall the days where he would step into the room and a collective gasp would resonate in the room in reaction to his presence. He wasn't afraid to blame the upbringing of children on his fellow shinobi — did they understand respect? Apparently not.
He watched the retreating back that dignified the Nara clan and sat back on his branch. Truthfully, he had woken up that morning with an uneasy stomach which usually meant that the events for the day would come unexpected or his mission would slowly break down. The same feeling had overwhelmed him the morning he had woken up for his mission with Sakura — although that outcome had been more pleasurable than he had expected.
Kakashi brought the book back to his face, much more uneasy after his minimal talk with Shikamaru than before.
The straps fell off her shoulders to reveal soft, supple skin…
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The night before, Sakura had been restless in bed — thoughts plagued her until she shifted herself in her sheets and glanced out the window. The familiar crescent moon served as a reminder of the boy that had haunted her thoughts for years. Before anyone — she had seen his face and fallen deep into a pit she couldn't climb out of. Like a one sided symbiotic relationship between two mammals she had hoped that he would recognize her, for years — but those years had passed and her pit had only grown while she became smaller. In the shadow of her love and Naruto, it wasn't until Sasuke left that the pit had gradually become smaller until she could finally stand on flat ground once more.
The same words taunted her, became riddles that she couldn't quite decipher. Her emotions had changed, she had changed — but the same words accosted her and made her motionless in the presence of them. Sakura flipped the blankets off of her — and in a daze of fixed fascination she found herself with tomato nigiri in hand to find the answers she had been searching for.
Two ANBU standing guard glanced in her direction when she arrived at his door in the hospital, she bowed her head and took a steadying breath before stepping in — how many times would it take for her to see him until this nervousness escaped her? He hadn't been involved with attacking the ANBU, she could safely assume he hadn't been involved with the Earth Daimyo's assassination, hope still laced itself in her gut for bringing him back to them completely.
She entered the room quietly.
He was sleeping again.
Half of her her wanted to high-tail it out of the suffocating room — but he looked so peaceful when he slept. It pained her to think this peace came when he left reality, vivid images of her confession flashed before her. The tears that had begged for him to stay, her pleas to try and convince him that he could be happy with her — she had been telling the truth, she would have done anything to make him happy.
Time had made her realize this had been a halfway selfish explanation — but how could his happiness qualify her as selfish?
She took a seat by his bed — apparently disgruntled she began to unpack the food, with him asleep this defeated the purpose of her visit. He couldn't quite answer the questions she had when he slept. Tentatively, she leaned forward and placed the bento on his nightstand. The seals and chains on hid body made her frown — he wasn't a criminal. Not to her, not to Naruto, and not to Kakashi-sensei. She understood the gravity of desertion, but her research into his family made her angry — they had been murdered by a monstrous member — his brother, and they couldn't overlook his vengeance against that man?
It didn't make sense to her.
She shifted herself closer to him and peered once more out the window, sad eyes traced over the room until they lingered on his larger form. Slowly, her hand reached out to brush a few strands of hair out of his face.
It happened quickly —
His hand shot out to reach for her throat, a sudden growl erupted from his lips that mimicked a gurgle and the sharingan spun into her vision. This time, instead of shots of ecstasy that left her legs quivering — her body went immobile, she couldn't feel her limbs and the sudden sense of suffocating made her gasp for breath. His hand reached around her delicate throat, strong fingers dug into the hollows of her skin, effectively cutting off her supply of oxygen. She began to flail in his hand — his eyes remained passive as she began to struggle. Her nails dug into his skin leaving bloody half moons and she tried to move her limbs but they remained slack under the intrusion of his genjutsu.
The world began to dim.
"S-sasuke-" she couldn't breathe. The immediate feeling of her body going slack pumped adrenaline into her muscles, her heart began to beat erratically in an attempt to force her to move — he was going to kill her. Sea foam eyes pleaded for him to stop, for him to recognize it was her — not an enemy that had woken him up.
She pushed chakra to her feet, and with a ragged breath she kicked her foot into his bed, although it nearly exhausted her fighting the sharingan. The bed launched forward into the wall that forced him to release his grip on her throat. Sakura fell to the ground in a heap of wheezing, exasperating breaths. Fuzzy black spots danced across her vision and her body felt numb, she cradled her neck in her free hand, pink hair hid her face from his eyes — had he really tried to kill her?
Shocked tears had leaked onto her cheeks treacherously, her lungs hurt from lack of oxygen and she felt dizzy — slowly she peered up at him. He sat resolute in his bed, staring at his hand that had left fresh bruises on her pale skin. He looked lost, but the red of his sharingan reminded her of who he was — of who she remembered, but this man that sat before her wasn't the same as before.
"Sakura…." his voice trailed off hoarsely. The ANBU must have been switching shifts or decided to leave her alone if they hadn't heard the commotion...Unless Sasuke had prepared the room beforehand?
She remained on all fours on the cold linoleum floor. Could he have really killed her? Years of training did nothing if she couldn't manage to put up a fight against him, angry tears at herself brimmed on her eyes. Sakura looked at the male that had brought so many nights of pain to her life, brows furrowed in furious pain — he stayed silent in the face of what happened.
Sakura forced herself up shakily — she could call for the ANBU, and half of her wanted to — but the pained expression on his face made her rigid. "I didn't know it was you," he explained simply, surveying the damage he had caused. His eyes lingered gingerly on her neck, but his stoic nature only made her angrier.
"You thought I was attacking you?" she croaked out, her throat scratched against the use of her vocal cords.
"Hn," he responded. His eyes turned downward, reflecting the usual onyx she had become accustomed to over the years. He clenched his fist and brought it down to his side, he caste her a soft glance, her breath hitched — she could never truly see the truth in his words when he spoke to her now.
A soft glow began to light up the moonlight lit room, the green of her hands offered a soft light and began to caress the fiery pain on her neck into a dull throb until it faded into a slight inconvenience. She swallowed once, twice until she had fixed herself enough to talk to him. Wearily, she glanced at the door and saw the ANBU with their backs to them outside of the window, "why couldn't they hear anything?"
"I set up a genjutsu each night," he replied evenly.
She shot him a concerned glance, still gripping her neck as if the pain still resided there.
"You're a medic now," he pointed out. The news didn't seem to come as a surprise to him, but a simple fact. He had a way of diminishing her hard work into simple statements, she nodded her head and focused her eyes on the ground. She should go before they caught onto something —- it had been a mistake to try and talk to him, she should have known better than to expect a civil discussion.
Her lack of response nestled a quiet silence in the room. She felt like a foreigner in the hospital that she had spent most of her days in, "I train under the Hokage now," her words found her before she found them.
"Are you ok?" the words filled the room, filled her head until she dropped her hand from her neck. Concern had never been a gratuitous trait from the Uchiha, and after blatantly trying to kill her he questioned her welfare. The enigma that centered itself as Sasuke Uchiha would never cease to amaze her.
"I am now," Sakura didn't move forward towards him. Instead, she motioned towards the bento on his nightstand by his skewed bed, "I brought you some tomato nigiri, I remember you liked…"
"You shouldn't be here," he declared firmly.
The words fell from his lips.
Her heart began to clench painfully, "I came here to talk—"
"Leave, Sakura."
He always kept her at arm's length, always forced her away from him when she tried to help him. Why couldn't he see that? Why couldn't he accept her help? What made him so against anyone trying to help him?
"No," she refused, not this time. Too many times the people she loved most forced her away and she couldn't do anything but cry and try and convince them otherwise, she wanted answers. "And I should be angry with you for what you just did!"
He gave her that expressionless look, that look that gave her nothing.
"Why can't you talk to me? I'm only trying to help you — you heard what Tsunade-shishou said."
"I have nothing to talk to you about—"
"And what? You'll go to prison with no one on your side? No one that will try and defend you?"
"I don't need defending, I already told you what my path in this life is."
"What?" she scoffed, "you mean your plans of revenge—"
"I killed him."
She went silent.
The world tilted between them.
Moments passed that they had shared, infamous moments that burned themselves into their memories. Memories that she wished she could forget, because she would have been better forgetting them for her own welfare than trying to decipher why he had shared what he felt with her. Her mind couldn't wrap around the words, around the fact that he had accomplished what he had premised so many years ago when they were children. He shadowed his eyes from her, his bangs hung over his face — but she could see the confusion within him.
"Y-you killed him?" the path that he had chose, his decision to go with Orochimaru — it had worked.
"Yes."
She couldn't read him, couldn't understand the emotions that invaded the reaming Uchiha. She wanted to desperately try and help him. Their bell test with Kakashi-sensei had imprinted itself on her when he first revealed his identity as an avenger for his family. She wouldn't, no couldn't envision the last moments he shared with his brother. The blood that trailed itself down his face until his brother had fallen at his feet.
"T-then you'll be here for good?" she questioned hopefully. Had there been a plan for him after? Naively she thought of Naruto returning and their team finally being whole. Fallen pieces of her would return, it nearly brought unfounded happiness to her heart.
"No, that's why you need to leave."
Her heart burst.
Why couldn't he accept the people that loved him here?
"But why? Why do you do this?" her voice began to quiver.
"I don't belong to Konoha." She felt stupid to admit it now, but the faded sense of the genjutsu within the room prevented the ANBU from hearing them — but this fact didn't stop her hopes falling at her feet.
"You have people who care for you here!"
"I have new plans, Sakura."
He wasn't listening to her, why didn't anyone ever listen to her?
"What plans?" she questioned cautiously.
He looked out the window, a reminiscent glance at the red Hokage tower.
Her eyes narrowed, the same visions of Kakashi and Sasuke infiltrated her. Why did she care for those that couldn't accept her? Why did she find the holes in their lives deemed fixable? "And what plans are those? If you do anything to Konoha I'll tell the Hokage myself — I'll never forgive you."
She had never been on the receiving end of a look that reaped hatred from those she loved. From enemy shinobi, yes - they would taunt her and looked at her as an easy kill — but never before had she seen the vehement eyes that centered her in Sasuke's vision.
"Leave, Sakura."
Whether it be raw stubbornness or frustration with Sasuke, she walked forward and glared at him, "I'll stop you myself. I won't let you do anything stupid — everything you've worked for, you'll only hurt Naruto and everyone that cares about you."
A ragged, snide smirk rested on his face — it looked…devilish, "I'll kill you myself."
She could see the pain within him, see the hatred that had gone unhinged while he had been away. Before, he had concealed it and allowed himself moments of happiness with them. Now…now a new, raw hatred for the world revealed itself. The silent, brooding and haunted man before her saw anew — he was unrecognizable.
"You wouldn't do anything to Konoha…to me, to Naruto…" the room began to sway. She was going to be sick.
He didn't say anything. He stared at her, and in this moment she could feel the surmountable power that invaded the room. He had worked hazardously, sacrificing himself and his own health to kill his brother…but she couldn't envision why he still held the curse of hatred within him. Tears escaped her, when would she be strong enough to help him? What stared back at her wasn't her teammate, but someone that had been consumed by his past.
"Sasuke-kun…?" she nearly pleaded, begging for him to tell her otherwise. To fault her line of thinking, but an unspoken agreement between them when they had been young genin had always lifted the veil in the truth of how he felt.
"You shouldn't be here. I will leave."
No amount of begging could repair the broken bridge between them. Nothing she could do would help them, he had revealed enough to her. Anymore and she would be on the crux of having to tell Tsunade or suffer alone with his decision to leave once again.
Her heart hurt, the familiar pain would always be there to remind her of him. Remind her that she couldn't fix their team, she turned to leave — she took a step toward the door until she stopped mid-step and faced him once more. He looked back at her, handsome face reflecting the shy light of the moon.
"Why did you thank me that night?" she whispered.
The phrase would never leave her if she didn't understand now.
Long, stretched out seconds hung between them before he decided to answer.
"Because you reminded me of the past."
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The unsettled and untimely feeling had been fixed in his stomach after a few hours lounging in the trees after his small discussion with Shikamaru. A shower would suffice - then he would take a quick trip to the ANBU head quarters and see for himself if anyone else had strange premonitions for that day. What he didn't expect was the light, sensitive chakra signature of his student in his apartment. The daunting feeling could be equated to his student sitting on his couch fast asleep.
First, he wanted to understand how she got in — and why she let herself in.
The cold air within his room notified him that he had forgotten to close his bedroom window.
So she had been searching for him.
His footsteps must have stirred her awake because she shifted on his couch and pulled her arm to cover her face — her vest rode up to reveal the soft plane of her stomach. Kakashi watched with a new keen interest but forced himself to look away — he knew his student well enough to know that whatever reason she purposely broke into his apartment for to speak with him would be important.
"Sakura," Kakashi urged, slightly disappointed that she could be such a heavy sleeper. Anyone could sneak up on her and slice her throat if they felt inclined to do so, and he felt personally responsible if anything were to happen to her.
She groaned softly in response, her eyes began to flutter open — orbs that held such a heavy amount of emotion in them peered at him curiously as if she had forgot she fell asleep in his apartment. Much like the feline she represented, she began to stretch and arch her back off the couch, rubbing tired eyes with the back of her fist and extending her limbs — he wanted to tease her, but slowly she came to her senses.
"I'm sorry Kakashi-sensei," she mewled softly — she sat up in time for him to sit across from her on his recliner. "I had been looking for you all morning…" guilty didn't begin to accurately describe the look on her face.
Kakashi waved off her apology, "it's alright. Shikamaru told me you had been looking for me…although I don't quite remember leaving my window open when I left this morning."
Her face noticeably reddened, "sorry," her hands folded into her lap and she kept her eyes downcast, he had to wonder if something had happened. Actually, he knew something had transpired that reverted her into her self-conscious nature.
"What happened?" he may as well force it out of her now.
Sakura stiffened at the perceptive question, internally dreading explaining the events at the hospital — or if she actually wanted to. She had broken into her teacher's apartment so she could speak with someone who understood her, could offer her a source of comfort, but she hadn't decided if she was going to tell him about her conversation with Sasuke — or him nearly killing her.
Before she had come to a decision, exhaustion had taken over and she hardly remembered falling asleep on the couch.
"Sakura," the deep voice forced her to look at him, really look at him. Beneath his mask laid another layer to this man, a face that had hummed in appreciation of her body, genuinely smiled at her, and always laid a blanket of concern for her welfare. That night…she had forgotten. It had been a sick, sweet pleasure. Thanks to him, her life didn't feel like a never ending race where she could only watch the back's of her teammates disappear further into the distance.
"I…I just wanted company." Could he read her thoughts? The way his visible eye burned into her figure, her heart began beat and forced blood to run to her ears.
"Company?" he questioned, a new undertone made his voice husky.
She wanted that feeling again.
She shifted her legs to squeeze together to clench the beginning wetness of her arousal.
Kakashi watched his student begin to squirm in his presence, but he could sniff the lies emanating through her lips — she had come here to talk to him. He would be a liar to say that his dreams hadn't been filled with her in an array of provocative positions since their night together, but this hadn't been her original intention. "What happened?" his voice edged on authoritative, his usually prim student caught the new tone of voice and looked away to bite her lip in an attempt to seal the secrets of what had been discussed in the hospital.
"Nothing…It's nothing," she conceded, in an attempt to convince herself.
Kakashi sighed, "you're a horrible liar. What happened with Sasuke?"
Only one person could torture her with these types of conflicted emotions. Only one person could make her this flustered.
Sakura gawked at his guess, shocked that she could be so transparent under the scrutiny of her sensei, "how did you…?"
He leaned back in his seat and pointed to her arms, "you have bruises on your arms. You wouldn't be here unless something really bothered you, and your eyes are still red from crying. There's only one reason why you would be upset, and that would be if you spoke with Sasuke."
She couldn't believe he had pinned her in such a short time, subconsciously she reached for her arms to check for the bruises she must have missed in the time when Sasuke had grabbed her. The memory of his dismissal, of why he wanted to keep his distance — of her known failure to help stitch their lives together. "I guess I'm really not as useful to this team as I thought. If Naruto had been here…" she stopped, desperately wishing he was here. His strong reserve would never falter in the face of their stubborn teammate.
"I'm assuming he doesn't plan on staying," Kakashi finished the unspoken words that hung off her lips.
She remained quiet, intently focused on her hands in her lap.
"We shouldn't expect him to be compliant, he didn't come here by his own decision," he could see the pain in her, how she wanted to fix the bonds that had been made between them.
"He has his goal, Sakura."
Her stomach dropped, that man was dead. She almost revealed this to Kakashi, but decided this would be a secret of her own. Selfishly, she wanted to keep it — but also knew that this information could be beneficial for her village. As always, Sasuke left her harboring uncertainties — loyalty to her comrades or her village?
It should be an easy choice.
But why did it make her suffer?
"He attacked me last night," she rubbed the bruises on her arms. He must have grabbed her right before he began to strangle her, there was no lie that could dodge this. Kakashi was right, lies didn't fit her character. "—I visited him last night because I couldn't sleep. When I dropped off his food, I really shouldn't have gotten so close — I should have known better."
Kakashi remained rigid, he wanted to defend Sasuke with all the authority he had. He would never turn on the people he cared about, and he drilled into his team's head the importance of taking care of one another — because he had failed to do so years prior. But the way her hand touched the soft skin of her neck and fresh bruises on her arms made him alarmingly irate.
"Please don't say anything, sensei. If Tsunade-shishou finds out…I don't know what will happen."
"Stop." He didn't want her blatantly defending him, putting the blame on herself didn't bode well with Kakashi. For the safety of her own well being, he didn't want her throwing herself in the line of fire that came with Sasuke.
In quick turn of events, he grabbed her and pulled her close to him so she could sit on his lap. She squeaked in surprise at the sudden movement, but their proximity helped lull the events that had occurred. His warmth cracked the hardened cement of her emotions that she had carefully glued together for the past year and a half. Like a dam that had been neglected for too many years, the water began to spill over the edges and creak into the sorrow river that revolved around them. He traced his fingers over the bruises — upset they were at a two way street when it involved Sasuke.
"I can heal them," she said, her words a mere whisper. She dragged her hand up and began to hide the evidence, reminding them both that this was now their shared secret. They couldn't tell the Hokage without expecting serious repercussions — half awake or not - formally attacking a Konohagakure shinobi could be punishable by death. The glow began to dissipate, the dark shades on the windows caste them in dimmed darkness, they leaned on each other — Sakura rested her forehead atop the mop of silver hair. Kakashi laid his cheek on her shoulder and wrapped his arms loosely around her.
They were consciously making a choice to withhold information from their village, and Kakashi knew that a heaviness still pressed itself on Sakura, she knew more than she was telling — when she felt comfortable enough she would tell him. He could only hope she told him before it was too late.
"It hurts…feeling so powerless against him."
"You're not powerless," Kakashi corrected, "he isn't the same person anymore."
He only confirmed what she had feared, but hearing it from her knowledgeable teacher made it more of a truth than a sneaking suspicion.
"Kaka-sensei…" she trailed off, the peace he offered her could erase the pain. "Did we make a mistake?"
He didn't know the answer to that, nor did he understand what they were doing now — but it felt right. "No," he said, slowly his hand began to massage small circles into her side, eliciting a shallow breath.
The same feeling that perpetuated their lives together began to pool in her stomach, she bit her lip in an attempt to calm herself…maybe he didn't want to. They were treading on a dangerous line, she had wanted his help before — now the same reminiscent pleasure pulsed throughout her body in heightened anticipation. "Sensei…"
He silenced her with his mouth.
The sheer material of his mask melded between them, a small hiss of pleasure escaped him when he felt her ass shift against his groin, effectively twitching his length to life. For days he had envisioned this, batted his guilt away, until he warranted that if she permitted — they could continue. Most women he would fuck and leave it at that, no hard feelings and no promises or open threads that there would be something more. He purposely found women equally uninterested in anything more than sex. It was an act to relieve stress, and he didn't qualify himself as someone with a deep sense of romantic attachment.
Under the henge on their mission — he had noted the sway of her hips, the swelling of her breasts, the curves beginning to protrude under an athletic body. Sakura had somehow manifested herself into his life, a mistake — yet the way she peeled back his mask and gently held either side of his face in this moment, disconcerting herself to gaze into his eyes with her own that were brimmed with tears, he leaned forward to etch her pain away.
He took her mouth into his own and nipped at her bottom lip — demanding more. She surrendered herself to him, she hadn't expected to wrap herself around him.
In the face of the pain, this was a small, selfish reprieve for them both.
He invaded her, their tongues battled with one another until they needed to breathe. With small gasps, he began to suckle on her neck. Soft, hot nips at her neck sent her body reeling — his ragged breaths were fueled by her grinding on his lap. He began to thrust his hips upwards, earning him more soft moans. She tilted her head back to allow him better access, and he moved downward until he left a small mark on her collarbone — claiming her.
He understood the gravity of what they were feeling.
Of what she was going through.
Flashes of Rin's expression when he had to use the chidori—
"Sensei!" she yelped when he moved to rip off her vest. He forced the material off of her shoulders until it gathered around her waist — revealing sensitive nipples beneath the flimsy material of her bra. His fingers gently rolled the hardened peaks between the pads of his fingers, causing her to throw her head back and lean it against his shoulder.
With her back pressed against his chest, his hands worked her body until she sung the appropriate tune. Her head lolled against him, his free hand moved to reach between her thighs and brushed against the material of her spandex. Her legs flexed against him, with an expert roll of her hips he groaned into her ear and nipped at her lobe.
She melted on top of him, he knew where to touch that made her body numb with pleasure. Sakura knew she was soaked, the dampness between her thighs reminded her of the stark differences in their experience. Her hips moved on their own, she rubbed her bottom into him — the pressure of his erection against her made her bite her lip.
His fingers hooked themselves over her spandex and began to slide them down leaving her paneled skirt on.
"Shit…Sakura," he breathed throatily. She shifted herself so she could kick off her spandex, and in another practiced move he had her on his lap again, body strewn atop his. He consumed the sight of her heartily, drinking in the softness of her skin — the curve of her breast beneath her bra, the small patch of pink hair that greeted him at the juncture of her thighs.
"Open your legs," he commanded.
Fire shot to her stomach, but she couldn't deny how brazen it made her feel. Slowly, she opened her legs and placed her feet on the arm of the couch to spread herself open. Her cheeks were similar to a molten fire, and he sucked in a breath when she reached between her legs and spread her lips for him.
She wouldn't cease to amaze him.
The audacity of someone with as little as experience as she had.
Nymph.
He ran his free hand over her stomach, down the gentle slope of her lower abdomen until his fingers teased her slit. She arched her back and urged her hips forward, eyes half-lid pleading with him to help. "Sensei," she begged softly.
He ushered a finger into her, once again invading her. She stretched for his digit, he felt the spring in him threatening to snap at how her walls clung to his finger. He inserted one more, allowing her body to adjust to his fingers.
She ached — it wasn't nearly enough.
Until he began to coax her body into a steady rhythm. She tossed her head back, soft locks hung over the couch and arched her body off of her teacher, "ahh-!"
He increased his pace, fingers teasing her mercilessly with a rhythmic pace — he curled his fingers inside to reach the apex of her flesh that forced her to moan deliciously for him. Her legs began to tremble when he went faster, her body hummed with anticipation for her orgasm. He touched a place inside of her that made her toes curl and close her eyes — it shouldn't be allowed for her to feel this way.
He leaned forward and kissed her, his fingers never relenting on their pace inside of her. She struggled to coherently kiss him back, shakily she met him with a tender kiss. It was too much, her body began to tremble under the instruction of his fingers. It escalated — the fire that had been building up since he had found her here — she yearned for the release.
She didn't have to wait long —
"Sensei-!" he brushed his thumb over her clit and a tidal wave of pleasure overrode her senses and her walls clung to his fingers, she shuddered atop of him — he watched, captivated in how her body was being consumed by her orgasm. He drew his fingers from her after a few seconds and brought his fingers to his lips — and reveled in the small quiver her body gave when he licked her juices off his fingers.
He made a move to lift her to the bed, but she stopped him midway and caught his eyes with her own. "S-stay still," she murmured softly. The after effects of her orgasm still ripped through her and her legs were still shaky, but she managed to move herself until she sat on her knees in between his legs.
If there had been a sight that enthralled him and he would keep the memory in his mind — would be the look of pure innocence of her tentative eyes when she began to unbutton his pants. His breath caught, his member twitched in anticipation — he had already stained his pants with pre-cum that leaked through his boxers — with gentle fingers she began to drag down his pants until his boxers were the only material covering his hard erection.
"Kaka-sensei," the words rolled off her lips and she leaned forward to place a tentative kiss on his tip through the material.
Fuck.
She would undo him.
Her small, plump lips placed one more kiss on his tip and with her eyes forcing him to stare into her own — he would finish a lot quicker than he wanted.
"Sak—"
A sharp knock on the door rattled the duo into a cold shower of reality that broke the spell of their pleasure. Kakashi had prided himself on quick thinking and clear action all his life, but between his half naked student about to give him head in his living room and her quick yelp in shock — his mind went devastatingly blank through the fog of his arousal.
"Kakashi-senpai!" the deep voice of Tenzou berated them into action.
Sakura began to grab her clothing and fix herself up in hazardous movements that looked rather comical had he been a bystander and not one to get caught. Kakashi motioned for her to run to his room, his member painfully went back into his pants and he began to collect himself. With a low growl of the impending feeling of blue balls, he tucked himself away and told her to wait in his room. He caste a genjutsu in hopes that nothing would be amiss, a light mirage to hide the strewn clothing in his apartment.
If memory served correctly, Tenzou had never been good at dispelling genjutsu.
Another knock and in two more seconds Kakashi lazily opened the door, although inside he wanted to choke the unsuspecting ANBU member. "Yes?" he inquired lazily, half-annoyed to be interrupted, half tempted to cut off all relations with the almond eyed man.
"Genma and I were going to the bar before heading to the upper staff meeting with the Hokage, want to join?"
Death would be too quick for him, Kakashi decided.
xox
He found Asuma the next day stalling by the dango cart in the business district. If there had been one person that could dictate a dash of sense into life with a level headed perspective, Asuma would fit the bill. For the most practical man — it didn't make much sense to Kakashi that he kept the secret of him and Kurenai a secret.
"Waiting for someone?" he offered casually.
Asuma huffed at the presence of the copy nin, eyeing the store Kurenai had entered a few minutes ago to make sure she didn't emerge. "No, just decided to enjoy my last day off before I take my team on a mission next week." The cigarette tilted in his mouth, freshly lit — Kakashi couldn't understand the appeal to cigarettes having only tried them a few times before, aside from the smell it became a hassle to take off his mask.
"Will it be a long trip?" the unspoken rule between the teacher's was to avoid revealing information directly about a mission with a team — however, it became mundane and curiosity broke into casual conversation.
"Not long enough. I'll be back in a week only to head out again and watch over the Fire Daimyo," he bristled negatively. The sash around his waist could go easily unnoticed, but it warranted the respect of those that didn't know he had been a part of the Twelve Guardian Ninja.
Kakashi ordered a dango stick and shook his head, "can he do that? Doesn't seem right for the Hokage to send you out so suddenly."
He took an extra long drag of his cigarette, "you're telling me. By contract, the Fire Daimyo can call on any previous members in case of an emergency. Seeing as the Earth Daimyo got the hit, it's no wonder he's calling in for extra protection."
"I heard about that—" Kakashi could see Kurenai purchasing a dress through the store's window — they must be going on a date soon — or it would be for the spring festival, but his friend had never been one for celebration much like himself. "It's an honor to be called on, at the very least."
Asuma shrugged his shoulders and grimaced at the thought, "I'd rather be in the village during a time like this."
"You? Wanting to stay in the village? I'm surprised." Kakashi could vividly remember the days where Asuma had longed to leave the village — and he did, then became a member of the guardians and returned — albeit there had been a struggle between the Third and his son. What Kakashi wouldn't forget would be the day that he had been re-assigned as a teacher thanks to the level-headed persuasion of this man, Kurenai, and Guy.
He had yet to thank him about that.
"That was a long time ago," Asuma brushed his comment off and became weary when Kurenai exited the shop with her bag in hand, smiling warmly at Kakashi.
"What are you two up to?" she attempted to dispel the image that they had been out together, and he really had to wonder how long they planned to keep their relationship in the shadows. Since they were children they had an easy chemistry with one another — he couldn't imagine them apart.
"I could ask you two the same thing," he countered, the duo glanced at each other in slight surprise but he decided to calm their fears.
"Don't worry, I didn't see anything."
Kurenai moved to hide her bag behind her when a flash of red caught the jounin's attention. He looked past Asuma to see a trail of long, fiery red hair whip in another direction down the street. They began to explain to him that they had just met coincidentally and decided to hang out but he failed to pay attention to them.
There had only been one other person that he knew with that distinct color of hair — and that person had been dead for fifteen years now. He glanced at the two on a date and smiled through his mask, "as much as I'd love to listen, I promised an elderly woman I would read to her — if you'll excuse me," his eye crinkled at the two and he moved past them — instinctually aware that they watched him in blatant dismay to his dismissal.
He rounded the corner of the street to see the vivid red head in the distance speaking to a man selling dumplings, he couldn't see her face because her back was to him, but her size and build matched perfectly. Kakashi rushed forward, he understood that it was quite impossible it could be her, but that rare of a color of hair could only belong to his sensei's wife.
"Kushina…" he murmured to himself, pushing past the crowd of citizens and weaved his way to the woman.
A commotion in the crowd about a shoplifter alerted the people bustling through the street to glance in the direction of the shop owner yelling at a retreating figure into an alleyway. The Police force wasn't nearby and the shop owner pointed at Kakashi.
"You! You're a shinobi, get him!"
He could have rolled his eyes, but one more look in the direction of the redhead and she had disappeared into the throng of people mulling on the street. With the crowd looking at him he leaned forward and made the seal to summon Pakkun.
"Yo, boss," the small pug yawned and patted his paw over his mouth before noticing the crowd around them.
"I need you to track a woman with red hair that went down that street. Hurry!" he ushered him that way and moved quickly in the direction of the thief the shop owner erratically pointed to. Pakkun sprinted down the street in the opposite direction — causing a small amount of confusion to the people watching a small mammal with a hitai-ate running between their legs.
What a day.
xox
"Bye, Sakura. Don't forget to get some sleep for tomorrow, Tsunade-sama wants us to practice stitch bonding arteries tomorrow on a patient," Shizune chimed from the hallway to bid the pink haired medic goodbye for the day.
"Alright, Shizune-san." She waved her goodbye and draped her coat on the rack in the back room and stretched, her first day back at the hospital after a full week off thanks to Sasuke's return and she already felt rusty. Her chakra waned after a half day of training with Tsunade and then finishing her day at the hospital.
A shower and bath couldn't come sooner.
She walked down the hall towards the exit slowly, mentally debating to visit Sasuke again but decided against it. Their last conversation had only left her more confused and hurt — anything she said right now after only a day since they spoke would only prove to create bigger rift between them than before.
Over time maybe he would get used to the idea of being home.
Sakura knew it was a naive thought, but it served better to give her hope than face what he consistently told her. She left the hospital with the tremulous thoughts of her teammate and…Kakashi. She hadn't seen him since she made a grand escape the other day from his apartment, but half of her wanted to focus on her training once more and put the thought of her sensei away for a small breather.
"No use in worrying over the small things," she murmured to herself.
The walk to her house always left her in a state of tranquility due to avoiding the main roads and the stream that cut into her neighborhood. The nocturnal creatures sung around her — it was the weekend and while many other people her age were busying themselves with the night life their village had to offer, she would get some sleep and wake up at dawn to start her day over.
Life of a kunoichi — although the hotsptrings sounded like a haven considering the past few weeks she had, maybe she would find Ino and force her to go with her on her next day off.
She tilted her head to get a a better look at the moon that had marked it's arrival with the fading sun, the exchange of light left her home in the twilight time that couldn't be considered day or night. Sakura smiled to herself, she had always loved her village — and although she knew it was far beyond perfect, she couldn't imagine living elsewhere.
In the distance she noticed a blazing light near the Hokage monument. She narrowed her eyes to see a fire had started — "that's weird—"
A bomb echoed around the premise in the west end of the village, her head whipped in that direction to get a better look — but she nearly got thrown off her feet when another bomb shook the ground beneath her. Heads began to peer from the apartment complex at the sudden noise echoing around the village — until it blew up and sent her launching into the dirt twenty feet away.
The wind got knocked out of her and a sudden, splitting noise in her ears made her curl up in the face of the explosion.
The world became a a bleary, mind numbing sound.
She couldn't hear anything — but the apartment that had stood tall in front of her resided in a pile of rubble and uplifted dust. Her heart dropped as the flames danced before her…all those lives had been taken.
Another bomb tore apart another section of her village towards the east. Sakura forced herself to her feet, confused and dazed at the sudden blaring noise of the sirens going off in the village.
Screams cut in throughout portions of the village, she stood up and glanced at her arm to see a large gash — although she couldn't feel anything she was sure it was broken. Another bomb in the southern end lit up the incoming night sky and adrenaline kicked itself into her body.
Her village was being attacked.
She began to run towards the hospital, people were running from their homes, parents carrying wailing children to the citizens area. She saw multiple ANBU teams bounding over the rooftops towards the bomb sights.
She had to help.
Sakura forced chakra into her feet and launched herself up to the rooftop.
The sight crushed her. Never before had she wanted to collapse and watch as her home, her village lit up in dozens of fires that decorated the city, buildings were leveled out and the stench of ash rained down on the village —- the screams of the people cried in unison and more bombs echoed around them, a new source of anger catapulted itself into her chest. Who could do this to them? Why would anyone cause such destruction to innocent civilians? Her fists clenched at her sides - she had to help
She needed to find Kakashi.
"Please! Someone help!"
The feral cry stopped the kunoichi from her original task to follow the cries of a woman. Sakura bounded over the rooftops towards a mother crying and holding her lifeless child in her arms in an abandoned street — the gruesome scene could have made her double over and wretch, but the mother held onto a child with it's body torn apart from one of the bombs. She leaned over in an attempt to help the screeching woman.
New mission in mind — she had to help the people evacuate and heal those that she could find in the midst of the chaos.
"Ma'am, you need to go to the citizens evacuation area—"
Two incredibly strong chakra signatures behind her forced her to whip around.
Her throat dried up at the sight of the two men before her.
"We're going to need you to move, un."
Author's Note: And the plot thickens!
Sorry for the delay for this chapter, I had to rewrite it because I wasn't entirely happy with it's original draft.
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