AN: Heads up, this chapter contains some smut.
I do not own Naruto.


Hana wasn't aware of how much time had transpired since the moment when she was bit to now. Hell-!
Then again, she didn't even know where she had been. How she had escaped the Forest of Death.

It had all been a blackout blur of burning pain and stinging nerves. Now, she could feel a slight burning sensation on her face. Nothing threatening, however it was enough to slightly sting her epidermis. Wrestling the exhaustion she open her eyes. When she did she was blinded by the bright sun.

"Hell…" She cursed as she attempted to blink away from the burning light. She raised her hands to cover her tired eyes but found herself unable to do so. Looking down she realized that her limps were tied up to a wooden chair. Even her torso was tied to the chair's spindle.

Her eyes snapped opened and she suddenly forgot how drained and hungry she originally was. She struggled wriggling her body in an attempt to set loose. Despite the aching pain she felt she leant forward and attempted to gnaw the ropes loose.
It seemed that besides the brilliant light on her face there appeared to be only vast darkness stretching before her.

'What the fuck is going on?!' her mind raced as she pulled at her arms which were tied with a thick rope on the chair's arms. Her feet were also tied to both of the chair's sturdy legs. Feeling a sudden chill she realized that she was sitting in just her black underwear. A black sports bra and matching hipster bottoms.

She had not only been stripped of all of her weapons, but her dignity as well.

"Hana Kaoru," an ominous voice spoke from the darkness. Her eyes squinted as she attempted to locate the voice's position of origin. "Or should I say Sakae Umeko?"

Her jaw clenched tightly. She had been outted.

"Should that name mean anything to me?" She did what she did best: simply played to be the dolt. Her eyes squinted due to the light. There was a sound in the background, it almost sounded like a book being tossed. Her purple eyes snapped down where she saw a stack of papers and documents being spilled. From the corner of her eyes she could see a picture of her younger self glued at the left top of the paper. Those documents weren't supposed to exist! As far as she knew they had all been destroyed many years ago.

Sakae Umeko - Gennin
Ninja Registration #0124491 – Kusagakure
Date of Birth: March 23, Age (10)
Gender: F

It almost seemed like the eyes on the paper were starring back at her live ones. In the photograph her hair was cut into a short bob that barely reached her shoulders. Her bangs hid most of her bashful face away from the peering world.

"Interestingly enough," the mysterious voice began.
"It reads Sakae Umeko passed away 11 years ago. Yet here you stand." She heard someone shuffling through some papers in the background. "Died during the Third Shinnobi War." She could feel a pair of eyes burning into the middle of her forehead. "Sounds like a sad life." She replied slightly shrugging in the most casual tone she could muster.

It was then that she felt the floor collapse under her. A small scream left her lips as she fell backwards down. She gasped when she stopped mid motion her hair tossing back. The light had eclipsed and she looked up into the darkness. Blinking twice to adjust the black spots that filled her surrounding vision.

"You!" She snapped. Her eyebrows knitted in a mixture of both dander and puzzlement. Her mouth felt dry and fell ajar.

Once her vision adjusted she felt her heart almost break out of her ribcage. She saw none other than Kakashi Hatake starring down at her with both his crimson and ebony eyes. Some of his silver hair fell over his forehead. He wore an outfit similar to what Sakae had been wearing earlier a long sleeve black shirt and matching loose pants. He was holding on to the back of the chair, holding it mid air. He leaned over his face hovering over hers upside down.

"Confess!" He demanded in a husky tone.
"I rather bite my tongue off!" she snapped back.

He heartlessly dropped the chair on the floor. She felt the floor impact the back of her head and she emitted an unladylike groan. The chair hitting the wooden floor made a loud banging noise.

She could see his bare feet traveling until they vanished from her vision.

"Hey! Untie me!" She struggled.
The room was still lit by the bright light and then it was not. Once again darkness. She strained her neck as she looked up, but there was only emptiness before. Her shoulder still burnt. She flinched at the memory of Orochimaru's teeth sinking into her neck. She couldn't see but Kakashi placed his foot on the stretcher between the two front legs of the chair. He stepped forward weighting in making the chair once again stand erect. Sakae's head and hair whipped forward as she once again sat upwards. She could feel him standing before her one of his feet still resting on the chair's stretcher.
She was so used of being in control of him. Of being the one that had the power to tie him down and tempt and ensnare him as to her will.
Nevertheless, sitting here trapped, completely under his mercy, and lacking her precious orchid, the source of her confidence, Sakae was feeling vulnerable and naked. She wished she could hide herself away cover herself. She emitted a shuddering breath not daring to remove her eyes from his.

He laid his rough hands over her tied up arms and leant in dangerously close. He noticed she attempted to shrink away into the chair. It was inevitable. She couldn't escape him or his intoxicating manly scent.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" He said in a dark tone. His handgrip slipped to her lower torso. He inched even closer. She swallowed hard as she eyed his wandering hands. There was a spiteful glint in his eyes. She self consciously sucked in her stomach.
"I've been analyzing you. You're behavior, reactions, thought patterns. You think of yourself as some sort of femme fatale." His wandering hands reached her upper tights. "Your strength lies not in either physical or mental warfare, but on human instinct. It lies on pure, raw, sex."

She could feel a dangerous itch anxiously growing between her legs. His fingers slipped between her tights. She held her breath. Her mind racing at a thousand miles per hour. She had to think of a way out of this. As much as she hated to admit it. He was right.

It wouldn't be the same without the illusive charm her flower would bring to her, but she had to at least try

With a burst of confidence she quickly leant in and kissed him over his mask. He pulled away. It was hard to read his expression due to the shadow the light behind him was casting. She did not expect to feel his naked lips back on hers so suddenly. He kissed her assertively pushing her head back. One of his hands tangled a fistful of hair behind the nape of her neck.
"Agh!" She said into his mouth at the abrupt pain. By the time he pulled her head back he was once again masked. She felt the sudden taste of iron flood her mouth form his harsh bite.

"Something to remember me by," he repeated the same words she had said to him in a smug tone.
'I guess its only fair. Now we are even…' she thought as her chest swelled. He was such a cunt teaser.

He stood before her secretly enjoying her growing frustration.

"Do you tie up every girl you like or am I just lucky?" She asked breathlessly. He made a noise with the back of his throat and she swore it was a humorous huff.

"Is that how you thank the man who saved your life?" He stepped back with the slightest chuckle. "I didn't need your saving thank you very much."

The room suddenly lightened. Once again adjusting her vision Sakae realized she wasn't in an interrogation room or in some dark chamber of torture. Instead she sat in the middle of a neat living room. It was moderately decorated; the furniture was in such good condition it appeared to be brand new. The room was decorated with a pallet of grey, blue and green hues. Before her was a tall lamp that was now off and pointed directly at her face.

"Sakae, you've been missing for some time. People are growing suspicious…" He said leaning against his kitchen counter coolly with his arms lazily crossed over his chest.
"D-Don't call me that. That's not my name!" She protested feeling her face flush with embarrassment. How could he almost get to third base with her and then decide to just call her by her name so casually?! He ignored her and continued.
"It's been three days to be exact. Nobody could find you. Gai is losing his mind."

'Three days?!' She was astonished. What was she supposed to tell Gai? He was right. She couldn't' forget that she had even stood him up. How would she explain her sudden disappearance? She whished she could piece together where she had been. What had happened how she had escaped the Forest of Death in one piece? Where her flower was…

"But of course you found me," she said calmly after slowly exhaling, she nodded her head. "Chance really." He commenced as he approached her once again.
"Gai and others looked everywhere. Meanwhile I was doing my research. I found no concrete records of anybody by the name of Hana Kaoru. I thought it was a dead end that is until I assumed that you must've had some formal ninja training. I looked through dozens of files and documents from different countries. From the last 15 years. Until I finally found it. The perfect profile for the perfect spy."
"Just because that looks like me doesn't mean it is me," she rolled her eyes. "I bet you I can find a thousand white haired kids that look just like you!" He ignored her once again and continued.
"Kusagakure, bottom of the class. A kunoichi with no promise. No expectations. The perfect decoy. Just like you, I thought it was just a coincidence. So I decided to look into this individual's background. Most files had been lost because of the war, but there was one picture-" He suddenly knelt before her and begun shuffling through the papers he had tossed on the floor earlier. From the stack he pulled out an old photograph. The edges were crumbled and it appeared to have been torn at some point.

"Look familiar?" He said holding up the photograph.

Sakae sat uneasily tied up in the chair.

In the photograph a young girl of about ten years with identically colored matching hair and eyes sat smiling broadly between her parents. The dad had a proud hand on her small shoulder. He had reddish brown hair and kind brown eyes. The mother standing on the other side of the daughter was hugging her husband's arm tightly. Unlike her husband she wore a hitai-ate with the Grass Village's insignia on the metal front of her forehead. Her hair was a peculiar shade of dark navy blue and held up in a messy ponytail. Her eyes were an intriguing shade of violet red.
Behind them was a decorated flower shop that read "Umeko's Flower shop: owned for five generations."

She didn't dare breath. This time he had her. He really did.

"So?" She droned in a bored, un-amused tone.
"I noted that the most popular flower they sold was the one you always wear. The Orchid." He said pointing at the many flowers that were seen growing in the background of the image.
"Big deal. It's a popular flower. I'm sure you can even find some in the Yamanaka flower shop if you want." She debunked his theory flatly. It was then that a shit-eating grin made way to his face. Well at least it is what she assumed. After all it was hard to tell with his dark mask on. Her lip still stung from the unpleasant reminder he had left on her bottom lip. She bit it consciously.

"Do you know what this couple's names are?" He said as he slightly tapped the happy faces of the family in the photograph.

She remained silent. Her eyes hard. It had been so long since she had last seen her parent's faces. She had almost forgotten what they looked like. What her life used to be like before the war.

"Hanako Umeko-" he pointed at her father who wore a tight lipped smile. His finger slid over to the grinning woman. "And Kaori Umeko. Interesting isn't it?" He paused for a moment meeting her frightful expression. She looked paler than before as the blood drained. "Hanako… Kaori… Doesn't that sound strangely similar to Hana Kaoru?" He put the picture away.

Sakae looked away not meeting his eyes.

"I was visiting the Killed In Action memorial. Imagine my surprise when I find the woman of the hour leaning against the monument passed out cold, soaking wet."

'Not as wet as right now…' Her dirty mind commented.

"I had no choice but to bring you here."

He came close and once again leaned over her so that they could see eye to eye.
She gritted the back of her teeth, jaw clenched tightly.

"Big deal. My name and their names sound similar. I look like their kid. What do you want? A round of applause?" She scoffed sarcastically. "You already know that my intentions aren't noble I've made that blatantly obvious before." She looked down at her lap. "I guess this is it. How are you going to do it?" She asked as she crouched in the chair.
"Do what?" He asked still not inching away.
"Kill me." She met his gaze with a pair of dark eyes.

He didn't break eye contact. Neither did she. From his pocket he pulled out a kunai knife. She braced herself ready for his strike. She had always wondered what she would see when her life ended. She wondered if she would see her life flash before her eyes. She wondered who would be the last face she would see before greeting death.

He raised his hand ready to strike.

No… it couldn't end like this. She wouldn't allow it.

She leaned forward and head-butted his face violently. His hand slapped itself to her throat and pinned her against the back of the chair's top rail.

"Dammit all…" He pinched the bridge of his aching nose tightly.
"Dumb bitch…" he grumbled upset under his breath.

She struggled as she gasped for air. His grip tightening. She glared at him as if she was a trapped wounded animal. His grip only tightened choking her. This did not aid in her frustrations down south-

"I was going to untie you!" he said angrily before cutting the ropes on her left arm. His grip finally loosened.
"Then why didn't you just say so?!" She raised her voice alarmed. "Don't move…" he ordered. (Although it sounded more like a threat.)
He undid the bindings on her other arm, waist and both legs. Next time he was in this situation he made a mental note to tie up her neck as well. She stretched out her sore limbs. Opening and closing her aching hands.

"She stood up slowly and saw some dark spots cloud her vision again. Her body was still too weak. Stumbling she reached out for a nearby coffee table and leaned her weight on it.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked anxiously. She struggled to read his expression. He had turned around and was currently pouring himself a glass of water. While he was preoccupied she picked up a nearby blanket and used it to modestly cover herself. She couldn't allow him to see her like this without her flower. Her flaws, blemishes, scars and marks tainted her self-esteem. Without her flower she was nothing. She was ugly. It was then that she noticed parts of her body had been bandaged. Both of her knees, her arms, and her stinging shoulder had been carefully patched and wrapped with medical linen.

"Here," He said handing her the glass of water cautiously. She took it and eyed it suspiciously. "It is not poisoned. If I intended to kill you I would've done it a long time ago. Believe me." He raised both of his eyebrows in amusement as he walked away.

'He does have a point…'

Looking down at her bandages she suddenly felt a sense of guilt wash over her. Then again, she wasn't about to develop Stockholm syndrome. After all he was the enemy. If he was keeping her alive. The only reason would be to extract the necessary information he needed from her.

"I know what happened in the Forest of Death." He suddenly said.
She looked at as she chugged the water. She hadn't realized just how thirsty she was. Her throat suddenly felt itchy. She didn't even bother looking at him.
"What you did for my student's was very noble." She suddenly choked on the water. It went down the wrong side.

'His students?!'

The faces of those three Gennin she encountered in the forest suddenly flashed through her mind. The Kyuubi, the youngest Uchiha and the pink haired girl.

"How-?" She managed through throaty coughs.

"I saw my students earlier today. They told me about Orochimaru's attack. They told me how you defended them and fought him. Not just anyone would've risked their own lives to protect three random Gennin, especially against Orochimaru. They said that you fled afterwards."

'Well, what were the odds…' She took another sip of the water.

"My only question is why where you in the Forest of Death to begin with?"

Once again she felt the weight of her exhaustion draining the last bits of her energy. Her stomach was beginning to ache. Now she had to worry the three loud-mouthed children. Why did she stop and help them in the first place?!

"Your students-?" She began concerned.
"I gave them a rational explanation. They will keep it between us… for now"
"Right…" She said absentmindly as she combed her hair over her forehead with her fingers.

"Do you mind if I shower?" She said abruptly when she realized how disgusting her head felt. He starred at her blankly for a moment. He blinked twice in suspicion.

"Sure…" He said unsure after a moment. "But with the door open." He narrowing his eyes.
"I might need some help," she said flirtatiously with a chuckle at the end.
'This vulgar woman!' Kakashi thought frustrated. At this point he didn't know if she was joking or not. To have this humor in this dire situation. Once again he was thankful for his mask.

Sakae walked into the small, neat, bathroom. She kept the bathroom door wide open just like he had asked. She almost had a heart attack when she laid eyes on her mirrored reflection. Her hair resembled a rat's nest. There were even some sticks and leafs sticking out of the bushy tangled knots. She was covered in mud, grime and what appeared to be dried blood. She wasn't sure if it was hers or not. She felt so embarrassed how could she have even joked about- ugh… Looking like her…

Her hands clenched the porcelain sink tightly. She couldn't bear looking at her hideous reflection. She needed to find that damn flower.


A couple of moments later Sakae returned to the kitchen. Surprisingly she was greeted by the smell of home cooking. She felt the pit of hunger in her stomach protesting its hunger.
"I assume you must be hungry." Kakashi said as he stirred something in a frying pan. "I made some-" He turned around to serve her the food and was shocked at what he saw.

He saw the enemy spy standing across from his kitchen with an equally flabbergast expression.

"Is… Is- Are those my clothes?" He asked with wide eyes. Unsure of what to think. She wore a black long sleeve shirt and a pair of shorts- those were his boxers!

She looked at him just as stunned.

She couldn't remember the last person that had prepared a warm meal for her. Had it been her own mother? His small act of kindness shocked her. And why was he wearing…
Her eyes trailed down to his waist across which he wore a cooking apron. She could see his ears turn a deep shade of scarlet. Was he- angry?

Kakashi had to behave himself. He had never allowed a woman to wear his clothes and oddly enough there was something very sensual about it. She had brushed her wet hair out and fell over her shoulder. Despite looking clean she still looked wearied.

"Well all of my clothes are dirty!" She answered defensively after a moment. "I also borrowed your hairbrush. I hope that's O.K?" She said as she sat on one of the booths in front of the kitchen island.

He regained his composure straightening out his back. It wasn't.

"Yeah." He looked away from her and handed her a plate with some hot fried rice.

"This looks amazing!" She clapped her hands as she savored the hot foot. Her mouth watering. She didn't know if it was because she was starving or if he was actually a skilled cook, but the mixed fried rice was delicious. On a normal day she would've been concerned about the calories. However, today was not that day

"I thought you didn't eat meat," he said watching her messily gobble down her food. It took her a moment to swallow before lowering her chopsticks for a moment.
"Are you kidding me?" She said between bites.
"I'm basically a carnivore. I would kill for some Barbeque right now."

Kakashi looked up at his kitchen clock it was almost two in the morning. Definitely not time for barbeque.

"It's part of your cover, I see." He conversed as he removed his cooking apron.
"Gives it a touch of innocence, right? Makes people think I wouldn't harm a bunny."

'She wouldn't harm a bunny!' Kakashi suddenly remembered Asuma's words. It was exactly what she wanted others to think and somehow she had achieved just that.
He had to know who she was working for. What she was hiding. He couldn't forget that this was the enemy that he had brought into his home. All of his steps and movements had to be calculated to precision. Especially with such an unpredictable character like her.

"Right… I won't ask again." He said in a stern tone. "What were you doing in the Forest of Death? Who were you following."

She finished the rice and put her utensils down. He reached over for it and put it inside the dishwasher. He listened closely as she explained how she realized that the Grass Shinnobi she had spotted were impostors and followed them to the Chunnin Exams.

"It's obvious you're not working with them. The question now, is who you are working for…" He said bringing a hand to his chin as he closely observed her.

She could feel her long necklace that hung between her breast burning. He had probably passed it off as just another accessory unsure of its vital significance.

"To begin with, what makes you so sure I'm working for someone?"
"Why did you steal the scroll?" He demanded to know.

Immediately her defense mechanism kicked in.

"My, my- so many questions- What is this? An interrogation? If you're curious enough: No. I do not like chocolates or sweets. My dream date is having tea in a botanical garden. I'm an Aries. Also, in case you forgot I wear a size seven-"
"Cut the crap!" He said tensing up slamming a fist on his marble counter. He didn't know what it was about her that she had the ability to slip under his skin with such ease.

"I obviously took the scroll because I was in it!" She exhaled a breath she had been holding. He rubbed his temples stressed out.
"You killed an innocent man." He accused her.
"I'm sure your hands aren't sparkly clean either."

Both simply starred at each other unsure of what to say. For a brief moment he thought of his comrades. Obito and Rin…

"Look." She stretched out her flat palm as she allegorically spoke. "The important thing is that we have a common enemy: Orochimaru. I have my own reasons to consider him one just like you and the rest of the village have the right to see him a potential threat."
"Right," he stepped around the kitchen island. "We can work together!" She suggested.
"Right," he replied in a sarcastic drawl this time. "All while you use this as your cover and run amuck of chaos underneath everyone's noses."
"Except yours!" she batted her eyelashes innocently the impish smirk on her face betrayed her intentions.

It was an interesting proposal. He had to do more research before he committed to any skullduggery that she proposed. He looked at her with careful eyes.

"Before- there's something we must do." He said abruptly.