Kakashi looked up at the starry sky and resisted the urge to sigh. He glanced across the blazing fire, and looked at the quiet female. She has been avoiding him all day-- since last night. He paused. Why did she do that? He wanted to ask her, but it would be rude-- Wait. Why did he even care if he was rude or not? Maybe because the subject concerned himself? That must be it-- No, wait. If it was about him, he should me more determined to ask her. The confused man sighed in defeat. Oh well, it doesn't matter, not like he cares. But the truth is, he does.
He tried to think of something else. His home was a good place to start. Even though it was small, he missed it. His worn in couch, warped table, and hand-me-down appliances. The hot summers, when the air-conditioning would break down during a heat wave. The cold winters, where all he had to keep himself warm were a few blankets. The rain drizzling outside, sneaking into the building because of his patchy roof. He smiled to himself, remembering the good times he had. Don't get him wrong, he could afford better, but he rather have the simple necessities in life. Big houses or fancy things did not suit him well. He even enjoyed staying outside even better. He found it more appealing when he had company.
He opened his eye and looked at the woman. It seems not mater how hard he tries, his thoughts always end up with her. He took in her appearance. She had her eyes closed and her ears were drooped. Was she asleep? This surprised him, for she never needed rest before. She could be deep in thought? What could she be thinking about to be that relaxed? Her right ear twitched and he looked at it. Slowly, it rose up, as if from the dead, and twisted around to her right. She must have heard something-- Soon her other ear followed, and they were both in their upright position. His eye softened as he watch her yawn, showing off her sharp canines to the world, before clicking her tongue and shifting in her spot. So she was asleep after all? The thought almost made him chuckle, but he stopped himself.
How could she have relaxed so much, that she fell asleep? He watched her sigh, leaning further into the bark. He couldn't help but smile when he realized she looked the exact same as when he first meet her. She was so cold to him back then, but he soon found out she only treated people that way at first. Cold, until you earn her respect, then the ice slowly melted and she showed herself. But on the inside she's quite ... strange. He wanted to laugh at his words.
She was not kind, nor gentle. She repeatedly insulted him, or criticized his skills. She would help, but in her own way, by commanding or ordering him to do things. She watched over him, but with an iron fist, making it hard for him to understand her sometimes. Yet, she had another side to her, a huge flaw in her tough act. She was curious. He found out just how much, last night. The emotion was practically oozing from her body as she explored him, and without his permission he might add. The thought immediately came to his mind to stop her, the moment he woke up, but something strange happened. He looked down at his hand. He slowly clinched and unclenched it repeatedly. His palm was still tingling. Her hands were so soft, it surprised him. Her touch was gentle, as if she was afraid to hurt him. This fact stunned him completely. It was a side of her he never thought she had.
The way she glided across his form with such care. Her fingers, grazing over every detail of his face that was not covered. He paused, looking back at the woman. That was another thing, she touched his mask, but stopped. She was curious, yet she did not pull it down? She soon found interest in his headband, yet unlike his mask, she was not hesitant to move it away, why? He sighed, not able to come up with an answer.
When she pushed the headband up, she instantly pulled away. For some reason that act made him want to wince. His chest tightened and he didn't know why. After that, she did something he never would have imagined her doing. She touched his scar. It was soft, and slow, as she trailed her finger across his eye. He reached up and placed his hand over his covered wound. He closed his left orb, and he could still remember it. So delicate and soothing. Her touch made his body start to feel warm. 'A scar that never heals.' Is what she said. She was right in a way, yet he never told her the story. How did she know?
"I know this all to well…"
He lowered his hand to his side, and looked at her resting form. She sounded so sad when she spoke those words. He knew she had been through a lot, and she too, has a scar that will never heal. She touched a part of her body when she moved away, but he could not tell where. Feeling a familiar tightening of his chest, he looked down. Hmm… It seems to be happening again. Every time he thinks about it, his heart races and he cannot control it. He raised his hand to his chest, and felt the thumping against his palm.
She also touched him here saying she heard his distress, but thought it was because of a dream. Then she… He stopped thinking as he remembered her hands go over his chest. Soon, a heated feeling ran across his cheeks. He raised his hand to try and cover the embarrassing emotion. Why was he blushing? It was just a touch, yet it was more then that. It felt… good.
Who knew a woman's touch could be so-- He paused. Why does that sound familiar? A woman's touch… A woman's touch…
"A woman's…" He mumbled to himself. He placed his hand under his chin in thought. Suddenly it hit him like a brick, and his eye widened. He quickly reached beside him, and into his vest pocket. He pulled out a long lost friend. He felt ashamed of himself as he looked at the orange cover.
"How could I forget you?" He started to talk to the book as if it were real.
Though he knew the reason why. He looked back to the female across from him. Even after all of this time he still knew nothing of her powers, or who she was. It left him on edge, and he couldn't let his guard down around her. That meant he could not read his book. He had his full attention on her, and this world. Looking at the cover, it suddenly started to call to him. He seemed hesitant to read it. After all, last night she tried to 'take a bite' out of him. Then again…
He stared at the cover, and it was crying to him 'read me.' He shook his head, trying to get the voice to go away. He placed the book back into his vest, when an object caught his attention. There was something else in the pocket. Pulling out the item his eye widened yet again, as he read the words Icha Icha Violence. He just bought it right before he disappeared. He has never got the chance to read it. He wanted to finish reading Paradise, for the eighth time, before moving to the next book. Suddenly the new book started to talk to him as well. It kept saying 'read me Kakashi.'
He looked at its red, almost perfect condition cover. If he read the book, he would be open for an attack, she probably is waiting for the moment he lets his guard down. On the other hand-- he wouldn't be reading the book. He glanced at the woman beyond the fire, then back at the book. Slowly, he raised the book till it was beside her, so he can compare. He repeatedly looked back and forth between the two. Book or… Woman? Reading or… Killer Demon? Happiness or… Surviving her wrath? Hmm…
"It was a warm and spring day as…" Kakashi started to mumble to himself, grinning as he read over the words on the white pages.
It did not take long for the story to start getting very interesting, and he was quickly engrossed into it's plot. He turned the page and was pulled into the book as he started to get into the good parts…
"Only those who cannot get the real thing, read those types of books." Her voice tore through his concentration. He raised his gaze over the book, and unto her figure. She slowly opened her eyes, and looked at him. A smirk was etched into her face. How did she--?
"It must be an arousing dream, for I can smell it."
Oh yes, he almost forgot. She has a keen nose. He shrugged. Oh well, can't hide it from her, so why try? So instead he chose a different approach.
"Oh?" He questioned. "I am quite the ladies' man, if I do say so myself." He heard her snort, before he brought his gaze back to the book. Now, where was he…
"If this is true." Her breath brushed across his ear and his eye widened. She snuck behind him… again--! "Why am I not effected?" She asked him innocently. She bent down and placed her cheek next to his, looking over his shoulder. "Hmm…?" She sighed in a bored manner. "Cat got your tongue, young man?" She asked when she did not receive an answer. He smirked underneath his mask.
"I believe you are mistaken." He told her. "For if my memory serves me correctly, you were the one who was touching me last night…" He could feel the heat from her reddened cheeks as she blushed. "Or was that some other foxy woman, trying to seduce me?" His smirk turned into a cocky grin.
He heard her huff, and she pulled away from him. There was silence and he sighed. Now back to his book-- He felt her plop beside him, and she looked over his arm. Her ears twitched as they brushed against his cheek. He glanced at her out of the corner of is eye, watching her tilt her head, reading the words on the page. He moved the book to the side, so she could not read it. She objected by squeaking a small 'Hey' and he chuckled.
"I believe your eyes are too young to be looking upon this book." He stated.
"I told you before: I am older then you are kit. So let me see it." She placed her hand on his chest for support, and leaned over top of him, reaching for the book.
"I think not." He repeated himself and moved the book even further away, just out of her reach.
He heard a low rumble underneath him and he looked down at her. It seems he has upset her-- He smirked underneath his mask. She pulled away and sat beside him in a huff. He placed the book back in front of him and watched her with interest. Her curiosity has no limits, does it? He shook he head before glancing back at the book, and he continued his reading, until…
"If I tell you my age, will you let me see it?" She bargained with him.
"Hmm…" He smiled, thinking it over. "Maybe." He finally said. She never did tell him her age, and he was curious to know. "But you can't lie to me." He stated.
"Why would I lie about something like that?" She asked.
"Some women lie about their age." He shrugged. "Now." He waved the book in front of him, gloating. "You want to know what is in this book?" He asked, chuckling. She suddenly spoke, catching him off guard.
"3,572." She answered.
His laughing immediately stopped, and his body froze. Three thousand-- His was shocked, and it was clearly shown on his face. She took advantage of him and chose that moment to quickly steal the book out of his hand.
"Hey." He objected and turned to look at her. She laughed and jumped away from him, out of his reach. "I thought I said you couldn't lie." He told her, standing up.
"I didn't." She stated. "Powerful demons don't age. Time means nothing to us." She looked down at the book, and started to skim across the pages. He stood there, staring at her. To never age-- that must be amazing… " 'She started to crawl on top of him and…' " She mumbled to herself. She suddenly gasped. "No Junko, don't do it! It's a trap!" She spoke to the book, getting into the story.
"I think you had enough." He spoke up, wanting his book back. He reached his hand out to her, and she looked at it. Slapping her empty hand onto his, she smiled.
"High five!"
"No, not a high five." He sighed. "I want my book." He told her.
"Oh." She blinked at him, then at the book. "Well, I just decided I'm not going to give it to you." She told him plainly.
"What?" He sounded a little angry.
"It's quite good…" She trailed off while continuing to read the story. He reached over, to snatch the book away from her, but she took a step back. He twisted his body around, grabbing for the book again. She vanished before he could reach her and he frowned. She's fast-- Hearing a purring sound above him, he looked up. She was sitting on the branch, while smiling down at him, her tail swishing below her in amusement.
"My book…" He whispered in disappointment, and she laughed.
"You're going to have to try better then that, if you want to take it from me." She spoke to him. He suddenly appeared before her, and she whistled. "I'm impressed." She sounded pleased. "Your faster then I thought." He crouched down and reached his hand out for her one more time. She sighed and closed the book with a snap. She reached the book out to him, and he smiled.
"Thank you." He spoke as he stretched to get the book. She pulled it away right before he reached it.
"Fooled ya!" She laughed before she rolled off of the branch, landing on the ground. He quickly jumped down and launched towards her. She squealed in joy and dashed away. "Catch me if you can, Kakashi~~" She purred his name.
He growled in frustration and took off after her. She turned around to taunt him, while running backwards. He glared at her and sped up. Seeing his speed, she quickly jumped away from him, just out of reach.
"She's toying with me…" He mumbled before going all out. He was determined to get his book back.
He easily caught up, and started to run beside her. She looked at him shocked, and he smirked underneath his mask. Suddenly she smiled, surprising him, before she faded to the left.
"You're not getting away from me." He stated, following her.
She suddenly disappeared and he stopped, looking around. He felt a touch on his backside and he blushed, before he saw her run pass him, going through the trees. He quickly gave chase once again. He soon heard a laugh, it was full of joy and happiness. He couldn't help but smile at the sound. He has never heard her laugh like this before. His eye softened, watching the happy woman dodge and weave between the trees, him hot on her heels.
She disappeared from his line of sight, and he was forced to stop again. She's faster then he thought. He swiveled his head around, and opened his senses. She wasn't going to sneak up on him this time. Hearing a small giggle come from the bushes on his right he smirked, leaping for them. He's eye scanned the spot, but it was empty. He cursed right before he felt a hot and wet tongue run along the back of his neck. His body instantly shivered, and his face flushed with embarrassment. Her musical laughter flowed into his ear. He whipped around coming face to face with her. She was hanging upside down on a tree branch. He blinked, surprised seeing her in such a funny position, and she just smiled at him. He was taken back by the happiness etched unto her face as she let her grip go from the branch, and landed.
He smiled to himself, as he dashed for her. She vanished once again, and he looked around. How can she be so fast? He felt her fingers run down his back and he quickly turned around, but she wasn't there. Her hot breath brushed across his ear as she softly laughed behind him. Using his great reflexes, he turned around faster then she could react. She gasped in surprise when he wrapped his arms around her small frame.
"Gotcha' " He whispered in to her ears, smirking. "Now about--" His voice got caught in his throat as he felt something rub the inside of his leg.
He looked down, seeing her tail wedged between his thighs. His face turned bright red and he heard her purr, before she wiggled out of his loose grip. She hopped away from him, just out of reach, and she smiled. He looked at her and all he could see was pure amusement and joy flash through her red orbs. She was slowly hopping backwards, farther and farther away from him in a taunting manner, as if saying 'come and get me.' He couldn't help but smile at her playfulness, and chased after her. He soon noticed she had him running around in circles, all through the small area.
Just as he thought he had her, she would jump away from his touch, before laughing. He soon started to laugh with her, finding out he was enjoying this little game of 'cat and mouse.' But he was not going to let this vixen get away that easily…
He burst forward, determined to catch her. He wanted his prize. When he reached for her, she vanished. He skid to a halt, before a loud splash was heard and he swiveled his head around. He grinned to himself, running towards the sound.
When he came upon a large clearing he stopped. Glancing around, he noticed it was empty except a large lake-- A spot of red underneath all of the grass, caught his attention. He walked over to it, finding himself beside the pond. He looked at the book, before bending down and picking it up.
"Hmm…" He gazed down into the dark water below him. "Did she…?"
He leaned over, and peered into its blue depths. He felt a hard kick against his backside, before he cursed. It was a trap! The cold liquid soon engulfed him. He quickly burst through the surface, coughing. Hearing her familiar laugh, he sighed. Then he remembered something and his eye widened. He raised his hand above the water and looked at it. Seeing his new book soaked, and the ink smeared all over the pages, he frowned.
"My book…"
"It's your fault for falling in my trap." She spoke, gloating.
He looked up and saw her turn around, crossing her arms over her chest. Seeing her tail sway back and forth, a smirk appeared underneath his mask. He quickly reached out and pulled the furry appendage. She squealed in shock, before she fell into the cold water. His deep laugh bellowed throughout the area. He laughed and laughed, until she came to the surface in a huff. Looking at her angry face he could only laugh harder.
"Jerk!" She yelled, before splashing him.
He blinked, surprised, and she laughed at his deflated ego. He smiled before he splashed her back. She squeaked, pushing more water his way. They both were laughing as they fought one another in their 'water fight'. He soon noticed was being over powered, losing the battle, and he wondered why. He then saw she was using her tail to give her an extra boost.
"That's cheating." He told her. She just laughed in victory, and continued her watery onslaught. "Alright then, if you want to cheat…" He let his warning fade before he clapped his hand together. She stopped her attack as she watched him do multiple hand singles.
"What are you--" She started to say before he interrupted her.
"Water Dragon Jutsu!" He yelled as he finished his hand singles and sent the beast fly towards her. Her eyes went wide as the dragon roared, sending a tidal wave of water onto her small frame. After everything was calm, he looked around. "Hmm… maybe I took it a little too far?" He spoke his thoughts when he didn't see her. Suddenly she burst from the surface and he gave a sigh of relief. Seeing the hate and fire in her eyes, he scratched his head, laughing nervously.
"Jerk!" She huffed.
Amusement danced in his eye, as he watched her pull herself out of the water. He followed her example, and left the cold lake. He stood in front of her, and soon found his gaze wandering over her soaked body.
She was ringing out her hair, while mumbling to herself. Her dress clinging to her shapely frame, leaving no room for his imagination. He slowly trailed down the image, taking in her womanly form. He never knew she was so… foxy. She suddenly froze in her movements. A blush creped unto her cheeks, and she raised her head up to look at him. A smirk was plastered onto his face, and her blush deepened. Her jaws clinched tight and a loud sound rang into the clam air.
He just stood there, eye widened, his head whipped to the side. His cheek was stinging and her hand was still in the air, trembling from the force. He slowly brought his head back, and looked at her.
"Pervert!" She growled, stomping her foot before turning on her heels and walking away.
"So feisty..." He whispered.
He raised his hand up, to touch his bruised cheek. He found himself smiling, enjoying her fiery spirit.