Beta: ShiroKuro OokamiRyu
Chapter Seven
Kakashi stood with his back to the door of his house and let out a long held breath. The exhalation was meant to soothe the man's spirit, but did little if anything of the sort. No one probably noticed, but his relaxed demeanor was a little less relaxed than normal. The Copy-nin's posture was leaning more towards that of a statue than a man.
Who could blame him though? Who wouldn't be a little . . . what could be called "tense", from finding a pretty young girl half naked and sitting on their couch? Kakashi could hardly believe what had just happened not moments ago. In fact, when he had walked into his house he nearly did a double take on Sakura
He knew for certain that he did not put her to bed like that, nor was she missing any of her clothes that morning when she was sick. The circumstance had been quite a surprise.
The Copy-nin had actually left in such a hurry that he hadn't even bothered to ask where Temari was. Or get his boots. . . The man deftly pulled out a small scroll from his vest. Two hand signs and a bit of chakra later, another pair of shoes were at his disposal.
After putting them on, he let out an exasperated sigh and headed toward the Yamanaka's compound; Ino would know where Temari was. Yeah, he probably could have went back inside his house -which was right behind him- and asked Sakura, instead of going all the way across the village and talking to Ino, but the jounin didn't really fancy that option at the moment.
He didn't really know if he could face Sakura right now, especially after the look he had just given her when she popped her pretty little pink head out from behind his bedroom door. Though, from the look of bewilderment on the girl's face when he left, the man doubted that she had picked up on it. He noiselessly berated himself for allowing his emotions to show so readily. He was a jounin; an elite to be feared from one of the most powerful villages in the ninja world, but he was also a guy.
And guys like girls.
The lazy man stuffed his hands into his pockets and, as he walked, his mind couldn't help but drift back towards the pink haired girl in his house. It wasn't that he had thought of Sakura as unattractive, but it wasn't even three weeks ago that he realized she was in fact a female. Of course, he had always known she was a girl, but their little tiff over Icha Icha and Jiraiya's dictionary had made him see her as a young woman. And after today's events, he realized that not only was Sakura a young woman, but an attractive one.
The masked ninja felt an element of caution edge its way into his mind; this was definitely dangerous territory he was headed into. Then again, Kakashi had always been one to live dangerously.
Kakashi began replaying the situation over in his head yet another time, as if he hadn't already done so three times amid his stroll to Ino's.
He had walked into his home expecting nothing of what he had seen, and for a juncture in time he would have sworn it was a genjutsu, but that was only about as long as it took for him to take his boots off. Upon seeing him, Sakura had dashed to his room incredibly fast for not running like that in training! But he supposed that was beside the point. She had been fast, but not fast enough for his skilled eye to miss a thing. He had seen enough to know exactly what her slim body looked like. He had noticed how her long supple legs ran all the way up to taught round buttocks, and those panties she was wearing! Where did she even get something so scandalous!? He hadn't missed that she was bra-less either. Let's just say that there was an image in his mind, that as a man, he was going to have some difficulty unseeing.
Then, for some strange reason he had come to the conclusion that messing with her in that kind of state would be harmless fun; nothing more than a little entertainment. Of course, he realized that there had been two options in front of him at that point in time. Option one, was to stay put and act as though the entire event never happened. Or, there was option two; the one where he got to follow the pretty girl and push her to the brink of mortification. He had keenly chosen the latter of said options.
However, as soon as he realized that she really didn't have any clothes, the tables turned. His mind didn't have a problem picturing what she might look like without any clothes on. Especially when she was just peeking out from behind his bedroom door all flustered and embarrassed. While she stood, unawares, he had time to commit the view of her thin neck and delicate shoulders to memory. Then, all too quickly his reason for harassing her changed. His playful air had morphed into something deeper, something more instinctual than harmless fun. Lust, is what he believed it was what the kids were calling it these days. Even though he knew how wrong it was, he couldn't help wanting to feel her slight shoulders in his hands, and run his mouth along her neck.
He was the one who was mortified. No teacher worth their salt should ever look at a student like that; no matter how long it had been.
Kakashi sighed in disappointment and just walked with his eye shut for a moment. He had no problem maneuvering around the various people that walked past him, but he did need a second to clear his head. His thoughts were filled with things he knew that he shouldn't have been thinking about, and his eyes were willing him to look towards what he knew was would blind him.
He needed to not remember how he could totally see her nipples through her thin, oh so very thin camisole, and needed to remember that she was his student once and that she was only seventeen.
God, sometimes he felt like such an old pervert. But who was he really fooling; he was an old pervert. Here he was, thirty one, a grown ass man, and he couldn't stop thinking about how he had ogled his former student turned roomie. He could have tried to blame his reaction on all of the Icha Icha he read, but he just couldn't this time. There was no way to change the brass tacks that he was a guy, and that his blood was red.
Maybe it had been too long? Perhaps something quick and meaningless with a stranger would help to dash the awful thoughts he was beginning to have of his student? Yet, he supposed with Sakura living with him, bringing someone back to his house was out of the option. He gave a lifeless chuckle. The Copy-nin could just see the catastrophe unfold when whoever he brought home found something of Sakura's laying around and then he would be accused of having an affair. Sure, Kakashi liked sex; he read Icha Icha practically twenty-four-seven for crying out loud, but if there was one thing he was not, it was a cheater.
It was why the aloof man preferred one night stands. No strings attached, no girl to appease, no commitment to anyone. The whole relationship business never really seemed to work out with him, and the one girl he had genuine feelings for passed away a long, long time ago.
Kakashi opened his lazy eye to the rest of the world now that his thoughts were more solemn at the mention of Rin. He didn't want to dwell on her though; there would be plenty of time for that at the memorial stone.
Idly, he began to wonder when such changes had come about in his little Sakura-chan. When had she grown up so much? When had she gotten legs and hips? When had she come into possession of things only women should have? The only, and fairly obvious, answer he had was that it had happened when Sakura had left to train with Tsunade.
The man made a sharp left turn and started down a long path. The Yamanaka's compound was not far now. His thought pattern drifted from how attractive the girl had become, to how she had left.
Kakashi felt kind of uneasy for not being more attentive to Sakura when she was younger. To have known what potential she had; well, he could have made her into a Genjustu master. Not that she wasn't a fine medic, but now the Copy-nin couldn't help but wonder at the "what if". What if he would have focused on her instead of the boys? What if he would have taught Sakura the Chidori? Who knows, she wasn't affiliated with a particular element as far as he knew, maybe she could have handled it? She did have excellent chakra control.
Her chakra had been her potential, and he had looked over it without a second glance.
It was one of the first and only times she had bested her male teammates at something. Team seven had been escorting an old bridge builder and had come to face a pretty nasty enemy, Zabuza. It was after his and the mist swordsman's first fight that Kakashi had decided to empower his team with the knowledge of chakra control.
All three of the Genin had jumped into the training with the zeal and heart that many new ninja possessed. Each child tried to run up the tree, but only one of them was able to complete the task with success. Naruto had failed completely, and Sasuke only made it half way up. Sakura, on the other hand, scaled the barked obstacle with the finesse of a chunin. He remembered how sweet little Sakura was practically gleaming from the top of the tree. As a jounin, and their instructor, he should have seen it then, what would later become her unmatched ability to manipulate the energy in her body, but he didn't. The man had been too focused on the fact that he had been given the nine tails jinchuriki and the last Uchiha.
Instead of pushing Sakura to go further up the tree, he was trying to get the boys off the ground. It was wrong of him to have poured his focus into the boys, but there wasn't much he could do to change that now. She seemed resentful and he couldn't very well make up for it if she didn't want him to.
He did miss those times though, and with Sakura living with him, it made him mourn the days she smiled at him with admiration instead of stubbornly looking the other way. It made him wonder when exactly she had stopped showing him those smiles. . .
The man rubbed the back of his head feeling a little more frustrated about Sakura than he should have. If he kept thinking about her, clothed or otherwise, he was going to regret it later. All he had to do right now was worry about how he was going to get her missing regalia back.
The path to the Yamanaka compound was one of the longer if not the longest one in the entire village, excluding the main roads of course. And though the length of the small hike to the compound was disheartening to anyone less than a ninja; someone strong and powerful, such as Kakashi, would be fit enough to be able to take in just how beautifully kept the property was.
Even in the season of fall, any passer-by would certainly be awestruck at its impeccable elegance. Someone on a stroll could slow down and make the already too-long path take just that much longer because the colors were so captivating. Ruby reds, dusty greens, and mustard yellows littered the ground along the path in odd yet symmetric patterns. This left anyone who wished to find the compound lost but for a trail of use where the leaves were padded down from the many, many footsteps of the Yamanaka. And though their grounds were blanketed in the leaves Konoha was so famous for, there was still enough left in the trees to break for a gentle shower in the slightest of breezes. It was amazing, some might have even said breathtaking.
And, if you were a strong, resilient ninja like Sharingan Kakashi who could brave the Yamanaka mini-hike, you were too busy reading to even care…
"Natsuo. . ." Yoshiko's voice was barely audible. The pain of having her heart ripped out and stomped on was too much, and Natsuo's hard body was too close to her own. "I- we . . . we can't . . . shouldn't. . ." Yoshiko's beautiful soprano all but failed her when she couldn't form words.
She was losing her will to fight the longer the two were in such a close proximity to each other. Her long black hair was gently loosened out of its shimada with each kanzashi that was removed. Natsuo's hands were so strong and sure, that poor Yoshiko felt like she was going to melt! His deep brown eyes bored into hers with the passion of a thousand scorching summers.
The black locks were freed and cascaded down her bare shoulders and lay to restalongher partially opened silken kimono. Yoshiko's skin was so pale and her hair was as dark as the moonless night. Had there been anyone in the room besides the couple, one might think the girl was too delicate for a man to be handling in such a beastly way.
Slowly, the man closed her in; every step forward that he took, she matched with an equal step backward. Yet, somehow it felt as though their bodies were always touching, their auras always mingling and swirling together as one. Yoshiko knew it was wrong, terribly, dreadfully wrong for her to desire such a man, but she didn't think that she could stop herself. Ever since he had come into her life had . . . awakened something inside of her. . .
Everything about Natsuo drew her too him. He was like the finest of opium; hard to acquire and even harder to take, but thensheerbliss.
And this time they were so near to each other, she found herself caring less and less of what her father might say if he found them. The old man would probably kill Natsuo and toss her to the streets like a common whore. She didn't care anymore though; she was done getting herfeelingstrampled on by ridiculous suitors and her overbearing father. She had to live and love for herself.
Pinning Yoshiko against the decorative wall with nothing but his presence, Natsuo hovered his handsome face even closer the heiress. Then suddenly, his mouth reached down to find hers and captured her lips like they were his prey. The princess couldn't quite bite back the mewl of utter pleasurethat had escaped her rubyred lips as Natsuo kissed her withthe passion offire. She tried her hardest to kiss him back and show that the soon to be empress was not one to be taken lightly, but Natsuo was too domineering.
How could she do this? How could she, the princess cheat on her new supposed fiancé so readily with a man she hardly knew? Simple, she loved him; she felt alive with him. He was the only one to hold her, to kiss her, to treat her as if she were not some doll on a shelf to be sold as her familysawfit.
The heat in Yoshiko's lower stomach pooled into something warm and exciting; she always felt this way around Natsuo, and when they broke for air, his hot pants by her ear only served to add fuel to the embers. It felt like she was ready to take off at any moment, just a hint of wind would bring the coals to a roaring flame. Right then and there it was decided in her mind that she would do almost anything for the man before her.
"Yoshiko."
Natsuo's voice was husky and his skin was hot to the touch as one arm wrapped around the princess's slim waist while the other came to grip her hair firmly, but not roughly. The man moved so that their foreheads were pressing together and he could stare directly into Yoshiko's eyes. His eyes gripped her with near the intensity that his hands did, and Yoshiko couldn't look away if she tried. She did not want to look away though; in fact, the opposite was true. She wanted to become lost in those eyes forever.
". . . I can't live without you. . . I love you." The words were quiet, but clear and meaningful.
All it took was those three words and the girl practically turned to putty in herlover'sarms. Yoshiko was so happy to hear him say that! She couldn't kiss him fast enough! Her kisses were a tad awkward and frenzied, but she didn't care. Lips were everywhere, his cheek, his neck, even his forehead. She just had to let him know how much that meant to her, and this was the only real way she felt to show it. Eventually, Natsuo did take control again and this time, the kiss had more behind it than just lust. There was that intense, primal need for another human, but there was also something more. . .
Natsuo gripped Yoshiko by her hips and easily lifted the young woman into the air. He quickly pinned her against the wall with his own hips, and Yoshiko could feel how they fit together perfectly, even with all of her bulky garments on. The girl was so getting so hot she felt like she was going to burn up. The palace nurses would have to give her a checkup after this, for she surely had a fever. She had never been so deliciously discontented before. There was something inside her that was screaming for more, and she felt as though if she didn't find relief for this fire inside of her soon, it would burn her up and leave her a pile of ruined ash.
"I love you too." Yoshiko breathed in between fevered caresses. Her lips were swollen and bruised from all of the kissing, and she was sure that she looked absolutely wonton as Natsuo moved to her neck. He nipped her and she gasped in surprise; the bite would be leaving a notable mark.
"You're mine." Natsuo said possessively before he expertly undid his shirt anddiscardedit to the floor. Soon, Yoshiko's lips were his again, and she knew he was right;this wasn't a time for talking.
"Ah!" Yoshiko's beautiful blue eyes went large when she felt him press up against her; it was heavenly. "Natsuo. . ."
The princess's voice was as pleading as her eyes when Natsuo stopped his ministrations to admire his handy work. Yoshiko's eyes were glazed over with lust and her lips were stained the color of passion. Her high cheekbones were a pretty pink that only served to make her even more beautiful.
"Please. . ." Yoshiko mouthed to her lover, as theprincess'svoice was less than a whisper.
Natsuo's beast was so close to breaking out; he was doing the best he could to restrain himself, but Yoshiko had worn him paper thin. "Yoshiko, if we go any further. . . I will consume you."
"I. . . I want you to."
"Hatake-san?"
"Huh?" Kakashi blinked his eye a couple of times before finding a very curious looking Inoichi. The blond was lacking his forehead protector and his usual uniform in favor of a casual jinbei kimono.
"Hatake-san, you've been standing in front of the porch for quite some time. . ."
"Ah, must've lost track of time." Was all that the Copy-nin was going to say to the Yamanaka. Almost seamlessly the man slipped the purple book into his kunai pouch.
"Yeah. . ." Inoichi was a part of the interrogations unit, specializing in psyche; this guy could smell a lie from a mile away.
Granted, the lie Kakashi had just rendered wasn't very well crafted, and he could have definitely told a better one, but he didn't really have the motivation.
"So, what brings you here?"
That was right, it was a rare sight to see the silver haired man anywhere, let alone at the Yamanaka compound. He had been so lost in Icha Icha Royalty (the newest installment) that he had completely forgotten about getting Sakura's clothes. "I was wondering if Ino was around actually." He answered without missing a beat.
Inoichi gave the man a hesitant look, but Kakashi couldn't really blame him. After all, if a guy reading porn outside a home for ten minutes doesn't scream "HENTAI!", then what did? And why would Inoichi get his busty daughter for said pervert? Because he knew Kakashi; not well, no one did, but enough to trust that there would be no funny business.
"Yeah," Inoichi replied after a moment's hesitation. "I think she's still asleep."
The Copy-nin watched the covert blond disappear into the large estate home. He stopped a moment trying to figure out what to do with himself while he was waiting, but in the end he just ended up pulling Icha Icha Royalty back out of his weapons' pouch.
In mere seconds the pair was on the ground. Natsuo was practically devouring Yoshiko from above and her little pants and moans only made him want her even more. There was no stopping him now. He had lost all of reason. Every bit of sense that told him their love was forbidden.All he knew was that he needed her just as much as she needed him.
"Yo." The lazy man said as he heard the sliding door open once again. This time he could sense that it was Ino. He offered the girl a casual wave, but his eye never left the page. His focus was on reading, and his peripheral could handle whatever it was Ino had to say about the clothes.
"What's up Hatake-sempai?" Ino asked through a yawn.
The girl had blatantly just gotten up, but Kakashi had seen the state the girls had been in the previous night. It really was a wonder how any of them besides Sakura made it home. He also suspected that Inoichi was not very happy with his daughter at this instant. "Mmm," Kakashi hummed thoughtfully, "Just wondering how your night went, that's all."
Ino's face fell into the, Oh Shit, look very quickly. "Haha, heh. . . yeah." The blond rubbed the back of her head and shamefully looked toward the ground. "The night had been. . . fun. . ."
"I suppose that's what happens when you get pass out drunk." The Copy-nin plainly stated to the younger ninja.
"Shit." Ino knew they we're all busted now.
"Shit, indeed." Kakashi simply repeated the phased girl in front of him.
"Listen, Kakashi-sempai," Ino used one hand to rub the back of her neck while the other flipped around in some poor form of explanation or another. "You shouldn't get mad at Sakura, it was my fault. She told me no, but I would-"
"It's admirable to want to defend your friend, Ino." Kakashi folded the corner page of the book and slid it into his pocket. "But Sakura will have to deal with this by my terms. She willingly put herself into danger even though she is already in a high-risk situation."
Ino sighed and looked at the ground. "Sorry Sempai. . ."
"Don't be." Kakashi offered the girl an eye crinkle. "I feel like your father has the situation under control." Ahh, that was the life. He too remembered what it was like to be an adult in the ninja world, but not in the other. Just because you were given the rank of Jounin didn't mean everyone was going to treat you as such. He was an orphan for most of his youth, so his problem was from the adults he interacted with who did not want to believe a boy of 14 was considered to be on their level. He specifically remembered one event in particular where he was first exercising his legal right to purchase alcohol and a shop owner refused to acknowledge his rank. In the end Kakashi just stole the liquor, but he knew what it was like to be put down by the older majority. But now that he was part of that majority, he supposed it was his turn to keep the youth in check. Gods he felt old.
"Hah!" Ino snorted. "You have no idea. I'm never going to hear the end of it." The girl rolled her eyes so hard they almost fell out of her head. Then, as if an epiphany struck her, she looked quizzically at the masked man. "If you're not here to throw down, then what are you doing here?"
"Ah. I am here to find out where Temari is." The man stated as if where the most obvious thing in the world.
"Temari?" Ino looked even more confused by his answer.
"My student is currently missing all of her personal affects."
"Oh." The sleepy girl wasn't really registering what the man was saying.
Kakashi tugged at his shirt collar to get the point across.
Ino paused and it took a second or two for the memory to surface. "Oooooh!" The blonde exclaimed finally understanding what he meant. Then, almost instantly she doubled over and burst into a fit of giggles. "I cannot believe that forehead doesn't have any clothes!" she howled between gasping for air and laughing her ass off.
Kakashi didn't say anything. Honestly, from the state he left them in last night, he was surprised that any of the girls had clothes. Though, he figured that it was for the better. If Inoichi was upset at Ino, he wondered how Hiyashi was handling Hinata.
"Hah." Ino wiped a stray tear from her eye. "I can't even . . . just, wow." The blonde righted herself into a proper conversational stance and took a calming breath. "Mmmm. So, you want Temari, right?"
The detached man nodded in the affirmative.
"Well," Ino put a hand on her hip and pointed confidently to the south. Obviously the lass was feeling more awake than before. "Temari is probably at the Nara compound." The girl gave Kakashi a not-so-subtle wink. "If ya catch my drift."
Oh, he did. The man knew full well what the Yamanaka girl was implying; however, he had been unaware of the intellectual pair's relationship. It wasn't hard to picture the two together, really it was quite easy; the pair made a wonderful couple. But on some level he wished that he would have known. Maybe he was becoming too aloof, a little too separated? The man shrugged off the thought, too late now. "Thanks Ino."
"No problem." Ino flashed him a large bright smile.
Kakashi looked on with a lazy eye and gave his famous two fingered wave before poofing away. Kakashi rematerialized on the outskirts of the Yamanaka's property. The man waited for the smoke to clear and then shoved his hands into his pockets as he so often did. The more he thought about the sand ninja and the Nara boy's relationship, the more he became perplexed. Just exactly how much did he not know about the newer generation? More specifically, what did he not know about Sakura?
His feet moved absently in the direction of the shadow specialist's home. His mind was working overtime trying to unravel the life of his new roommate. Did Sakura have a boyfriend? He didn't know why, but he hoped that she didn't. It made him, uncomfortable to say the least, to think of his student with another human in that kind of a way. Kakashi decided that it was best to ignore the strange sensation and just chalked it up to the fact that her having a boyfriend would only make it more difficult to retrain her. After all, they still had a lot of work to do.
Sakura was only on the cusp of becoming ninja-fit again, and he still had to teach her, well. . . Basically everything. He suspired upon realizing how much there still was to be done. He had to teach her how to control whether the eye was awake or not. How to copy. How to preform ocular genjustu. How to read movements in advance. Then, there was the little stuff. Like not letting the eye drain you every time it's used. That would be a tough one for the girl, especially with her unruly temper. The Sharingan commanded much from its owner, and Sakura would be no exception.
Having Sakura in his life again had certainly upset his usual routine, and now there was the silly problem when she had to go on and remind him that she was a female. In addition to that, he was still pretty sure that they weren't on the best of terms. Then, on top of everything else that happened, there was the fact that tracking down Kabuto was at an absolute standstill. His meeting with the fifth this morning had been wholly unproductive. The man tilted his head to look at the sky while he walked.
It was a nice, if not a little breezy, fall day.
Maybe, on his way back to the house he would ask Obito what he thought of the situation. With everything on his plate, it had been a while since he'd visited the centopath anyway.
Sakura's now matching eyes roamed over the vast selection of tops in her Sensei's closet. And by "vast", she really meant: short sleeve, long sleeve, or cut off. The girl almost laughed. The man had no civilian clothes from what she could see, not even a casual kimono. It was so oddly Kakashi that she wasn't even the least bit surprised. His entire house seemed to be set up that way, why would his closet be any different?
It wasn't hard for the girl to decide on a long sleeve; it was pretty damn cold in the man's house today, and Sakura knew it was only going to get colder. Fall was moving on, and in no time it would be winter.
The girl reached out and snagged one of the black jounin issue sweat shirts from its hanger. It was abnormal to actually hold in her had. Of course, she had her own. The uniform was given to all who held the title of Jounin, but she never had worn hers. She had her usual red and pink outfit that she much preferred to the dull greens and blacks of the standard ninja attire. What was even stranger yet, was that it was her old Sensei's.
The Fabric was thin from many years of use and had more than a few holes in it. There was even areas along the wrists that were marred by what appeared to be sparks. It made the girl wonder if the small burns were from the raikiri. Even the less concentrated technique, chidori, could have done the damage. Then again, she assumed that just about any justu involving heat had the very same potential. Running the soft material between her fingers, she pondered what all the shirt had seen over its years of service to one of Konoha's finest.
In the beginning of her training as a genin, she had immediately realized that Kakashi Hatake would always be a mystery to her. And for a long time, she tried her hardest to pull away the mask that was her bizarre teacher, but the longer he held out, the more she lost the will to do anything. Then, when she closed that chapter of her life and became Tsunade's apprentice, she didn't really think that she would ever know anything about the man. But here she was! Living in at his place, eating his food, sharing the shower, and now she apparently needed his clothes too.
Out of sheer curiosity the girl lifted the fabric to her face and sniffed. It smelled exactly like the distant man. She mentally cursed herself for it, and she had no idea why, but she really did love the way he smelled. The girl rolled her eyes at no one but herself and walked over to the navy blue dresser that was neatly situated in the corner of the room.
What had Kakashi said? The medic was trying to remember where Kakashi had said the pants were. The girl hovered a tentative hand out in front of the second drawer down. Was this the one? The curious appendage floated one drawer up and then two down. Or maybe it was this one?
Sakura gripped the wooden ball on the front and pulled as softly as she could. Even though she had been given permission to do this, it still felt wrong to go through his personal items like this. What greeted her was one hundred percent, not pants. The girl shut the drawer much faster than she had opened it. Today was not the day she wanted to go through Kakashi's undies.
Unless. . . Sakura's expression turned wary and her eyes darted around the room like a nervous cat. This could be the only time he ever lets her in his room, and what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Sneakily, Sakura reopened the mystery drawer and peaked inside. It appeared that her Sensei was a boxer-briefs kind of guy. And it also seemed that he only had two colors of said undergarments. There was black with slightly less black edges, or grey, with slightly more grey edges.
All in all, Sakura was beginning to find Kakashi a very fashionable man. Or not.
The Seventeen year old shut the drawer for a final time and briefly drilled it into her mind that what she had just done was not wrong. Looking at a man's underwear was not wrong. Looking at her sensei's underwear, so long as it was for the purpose of discovery, was not wrong. Even though he was much older than she, and much better than her at pretty much everything, it was still not a totally underhanded invasion of privacy and abusive play on unspoken trust. Definitely not that.
Besides, he had just seen her panties. The least he could do was grant her that same courtesy. Oh gods. She mentally chastised herself for that last thought. She did not need to see her sensei in his skivvies. If she was being honest with herself, she didn't even need to look at the undergarments. It was unexplainable, but she just did it anyway. Maybe it was because the man was always so shrouded in mystery that she couldn't help herself from checking if he was indeed a human too. Just to make sure he was really all there.
Sakura was no stranger to male anatomy, with her job being at the hospital and all, but Kakashi was just so elusive in her mind. Sakura couldn't even begin to imagine what Kakashi's face looked like, let alone the rest of his body. She supposed that she had seen his forearms in the summer time way back when, but that was about it.
Suddenly a much fogged memory popped into her head. There was no doubt about it. Last night, the girls had unanimously agreed that her sensei was hot. Well, all of them but her that was. It was outlandish, but the more she thought, the more she began to wonder. What were her friends seeing that she was not?
He was a ninja, so it could be presumed that he most likely had an above average physique, as most in the field did. But how was Kakashi any different from say Kiba or any of the other guys? Sakura pondered what her friends said as she opened the top drawer. Bingo.
There they were, in all of their beautiful glory, pants! Sakura almost squealed at the site of them. She hurriedly grabbed a pair of Kakashi's sweats and left to go to the bathroom. There was no way that she was going to be putting new clothes on without showering first.
And boy did the girl shower. She didn't get out until the very last drop of hot water was gone from the shower head. It had been wonderfully soothing after her long day of nothing that still ended up incredibly stressful and pant-less.
When she emerged the girl was quick to towel off and put some clothes on. She decided that she would re-wear her panties. Because for one, she didn't really know how Kakashi would feel about her going commando in his sweats, and two, she didn't know how she felt going commando in Kakashi's sweats. She already wasn't wearing a bra. It wasn't as bad, but it still felt a little too intimate for her liking. Wearing a boy's clothes in general was a first for her.
Sakura listlessly wandered out of the bathroom and into the living room.
Kakashi's clothes were much different than her own. For starters, they were flippin' ginormous on her! Sakura knew she wasn't the tallest of girls, or the curviest, but damn! She probably looked like a child trying to play dress up in this outfit. The shirt alone would have made a fine dress on her, and thank the Gods that the sweat pants had a draw string otherwise they would have been on the ground.
Kakashi was so much bigger than she was, and much taller too. This stuck her a little sideways, because it had never seemed that way before; even when they were sparring and he would have her in a head lock or some other position where body size came into play.
And that's when it hit her; the very reason or more adequately, reasons, why her friends had fawned over Kakashi like a bunch of hyenas in heat. Kakashi was not a boy. These articles she was wearing, were not a "boy's" clothes. Hatake Kakashi, was a man. He wasn't still growing like the guys of her generation still were. He wasn't a mess of hormones going after anything that breathed. The Copy-nin was very clearly an adult. He was well built too, and it was even more obvious to the girl when she was wearing his clothes. He wasn't immature either. He wasn't figuring things out, or playing pranks, or trying to see if he could out drink someone because he had something to prove.
He didn't need to. Kakashi was the king of his domain. The way he was so relaxed only served to show how confident he was in himself and his abilities.
Sakura swallowed audibly at this realization. Kakashi was, indisputably, the alpha.
Sakura would have been lying to herself if she said that confidence wasn't attractive in a guy. When it came to Kakashi, it wasn't just his physique of a trained ninja that came to the table, it was everything. It was so apparent that thinking about it was making her uncomfortable. Her sensei was hot. She didn't even have to see his face, but somehow she could just feel it.
He was powerful and he knew it. There was something about that attitude that just made Sakura want to shiver.
The girl didn't really know how to feel about this revelation. She wasn't upset by it, but she wasn't exactly jumping off the walls happy either. If anything, the more she dwelled on it, the more she felt like a pervert for thinking her sensei was hot. Well, her ex-turned-reinstated sensei.
Technically, the man had stopped being her teacher the moment she went under Tsunade's tutelage, and that bond was even further severed when she became a jounin herself.
So, it was a weak excuse. . . It would keep her sane for now. Besides, as long as she never said anything out loud, really, what was the worst that could happen?
Just then the door to the opened and Sakura jumped in a very un-ninja like fashion. "Ah!" she shouted in surprise and was quickly several feet from where she was standing previously. Tsunade would be proud, she knew it.
The man who entered looked unimpressed with Sakura's display of well-timed reactions, but chose not to say anything about it. Instead, he slipped off his boots and placed them respectfully next to the other pair of identical footwear.
Sakura, realizing there was no danger, straightened into a slightly embarrassed posture. "Welcome home Kakashi-sensei." She said hoping that Kakashi couldn't read minds, and that her Sharingan wouldn't rat her out. The last thing she needed was him finding out that she thought he was, maybe, a little-tiny-itty-bit, attractive.
"Got the bag." The man said and held out the red duffle.
She was just about to clutch the totes red handle when he pulled the item just out of her reach.
"Kakashi-senseeeiii." Sakura whined. "I need my clothes."
"Hmmm?" The man cocked a visible silver brow. "I thought you were running away to Suna this evening?" Kakashi dropped the bag behind him and crossed his arms over his chest.
Sakura almost blushed, even with his shoes off he was still exceedingly taller than she was. He didn't miss anything either, did he? He must've interrogated poor Temari as to why Sakura had hesitated and then poorly lied about why her bag was with the Suna spitfire in the first place. And why did he have to stand so- so- . . . commandingly! That was the word. Why did he have to do that when he talked to her!? He was only proving what she had been thinking not moments ago.
"I was drunk." Sakura explained. "We weren't serious"
"You wound your poor sensei's heart Sakura-chan." Kakashi looked downcast and placed a hand over his surely aching heart.
"Ha. Ha." Sakura replied. "I'm taking my bag back now." The girl stared dead into Kakashi's lone eye as she cautiously moved to take her bag from behind him. There was something in his eye that told her that he wanted to mess with her more, but was choosing to let it slide. He was letting her have her own damn bag.
Sakura quickly left to hide in the bathroom with her clothes. Maybe, this was going to be harder than she originally planned?
End of Chapter Seven
A/N: Mmmk, that was chapter seven! I had a lot of fun writing this one also haha writing an Icha Icha scene was a blast. What's funny is that when I started this chapter I hadn't really expected for that to happen XD. There will be some actual plot development in the next chapter I swear. Ya know, stuff with like the sharingan, questions, Sasuke, forgiveness, kabuto, and other fun things that I have seemed to drift away from in favor of spontaneous fluff. I just needed this chapter to make it abundantly clear that the pair is starting to see each other in a new light.
Speaking of which, HOLY MOTHER OF KAKASHI! Over half of this was his pov. And let me tell you guys something, he is harder than hell to write for. In any case, I hope you guys enjoyed his view and I hope I didn't make him OOC. Because I hate OOC and that would really blow. The story is soooo over 50k with this chapter too :D and while we are on this I have to tell everyone; no, I do not know how long this will be. All I know is that there is still some major things that need to go down and were still in like the budding phase of their relationshihp. So, yeah, oops. I apologize if you started this and thought it would be shorter.
Thank you everyone who is still reading and thank you if you just started! Furthermore, I would like everyone who has reviewed so far to know that; you ARE the bomb! And I love love love it when you guys tell me your thoughts!
