Just a Little Bit on Your Mind – Sam Hart
Kakashi pushed himself up calmly from his crouch, twisting on his heel, Kakashi walked back to the table and I saw a glimpse of a dark silvery stubble growing on that jawline before I turned away in courtesy of my friend.
Friend…
Yeah, friend.
…o0o…
Changing out of the frilly uniform was a relief for once because I just wanted to make up time lost with Kakashi. I quickly, swept the floor, in my haste I probably left more than a few flour particles but I threw the broom into the closet uncaring. I could always make it up the next day.
When I gave my uniform back to Ino to put away, she saw the disgrace that were the stockings and other than the inaudible grumble "I'll take that out of your pay check" she let us go.
I almost said that I didn't get a pay check for the amount she paid me, but I thought that sounded a bit bitter so I kept my mouth closed and I continued walking with Kakashi to the super market. I bought a large steak for his homecoming and some lamb where the ever the frugal Kakashi widened his eyes at the price.
"It doesn't have to be that much," Kakashi reminded me lowly for the third time as he followed me to the fruit and vegetable aisle.
I huffed, my eyes zoning on the purple plums and my hands greedily grabbed at the scooper for collecting the spherical delights. I heard a disbelieving snort.
"You really like plums," Kakashi commented dryly, as he saw me grabbing a second large bag to put in the cart.
Shooting him a look that told him plainly, I wasn't taking his attitude, we continued to the check out where we paid for the extortionate price. I think it was possibly the plums.
But I shrugged happily at the receipt, it was my own money anyway.
"Seriously, you didn't have to buy me steak, I am happy with the shitty meat," Kakashi commented insistently.
I rolled my eyes in exasperation, swinging my plastic bag into Kakashi's side playfully. "If you say that one more time, I won't make anything for you ever again," when I saw Kakashi's horrified face I couldn't contain the laughter that bubbled out of my system, I threw my head back and laughed. "Anyway it's fine, I like cooking for people," I smiled and turned back to the path. "If I could, I would do it professionally."
"You do do it professionally," he said with a blatant smirk.
I shot him a glare before turning back to the path. "That doesn't count; I don't get paid nearly enough."
He looked at me curiously. "So why don't you do it professionally then?"
I looked up at his face to see the perplexing dilemma covering the quarter of his face that was on show, like a child who had been told that his parents didn't know why the sky is blue. I laughed lightly again.
"Well, I wouldn't earn anything," I said simply, giving a little skip, to expend some of the energy that I had left over from the excitement of seeing Kakashi.
His dark grey brow furrowed. "What do you mean? You still would earn money, it's a job isn't it?" he argued, quickening his step to stay in line with me.
I stared up at him, almost horrified, stopping in the middle of the empty path. "I would never do it for money!"
"Why not? You do it now," his eye seemed to be unrelenting in his desire to know the ins and outs of why I was so averse to having people pay for my food.
"That's just baking though," I fought back.
Kakashi rolled his hand as if prompting me to continue to explain. I mimicked his hand with my eyes as they turned heavenward, throwing my hands up in exasperation.
"Because I enjoy cooking. I would cook just for the joy of seeing someone eating it. It's like," I paused, trying to phrase this need to cook without return. "When you invite friends around, you don't get them to pay for the food you make for them right? It's like it feels wrong that I get money for something that I love and then they only get that love for an hour while digesting everything. It doesn't seem right." I peered up into his face, "Do you understand?"
Kakashi stared at me for a moment before nodding. "You feel guilty that you get to do what you like while everyone has to pay for the happiness of your food?"
I wavered my hand in between us. "Meh, close enough."
We started walking again, albeit in a more contemplative silence.
"I would end up hating it any way," I said after I could see our flat building coming up.
Kakashi nodded solemnly, his manner suddenly became a little colder as he rubbed his jaw contemplatively.
"So what books have you read in my absence?" Kakashi changed the subject hastily.
His very demeanour seemed to begin to affect the air surrounding us.
I chuckled, swaying the white plastic bag absently, eager to get the light hearted mood between us again.
"Well, I haven't really had much time but I have read one book," I slid a sly look to Kakashi although it was the side where his eye protector was covering his Sharigan so I couldn't see his expression. "But it was pretty shit."
That made him turn around to me faster than I could say 'ninja'.
"None of my books are shit, firefly," Kakashi said haughtily, bringing himself to stand straighter. "It was obviously you weren't reading it right."
I tried to hide my amusement but couldn't help but snicker which made Kakashi's eye narrow.
"You were teasing," Kakashi stated, his tone not amused.
"Oh I'm sorry," I giggled, patting his arm consolingly, "but you just get so defensive when it comes to your books."
I giggled again, almost skipping (again) in my happiness at having my friend back.
"You are so mean," Kakashi shook his head as his steps quickened subtly to keep up with me like earlier.
I sent him a flirty smile. "Oh stop, I think I am blushing," I held a hand to my cheek in mock embarrassment.
Kakashi leaned his head back to inspect the sky, weary. The smile dropped off my face and I stopped us walking in the creeping dusk light, concern framed my face.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, pushing myself to my tip toes to try and see his face more clearly but he childishly turned his face away each time. Irritated, I finally grabbed his chin. "HEY!"
Kakashi rolled his eye downward to look at my face that probably gave him an image of my mouth tightening in a scowl.
"What's wrong?" I continued softly, my grip punishing, loosened until I was cupping his chin instead. Maybe I was just being a little bit unkind with my grip.
Gently, Kakashi pushed my hand down, shaking his head and took my elbow and begun walking again, me dogging his steps, my blue eyes never once leaving his face.
"Nothing, firefly," he said, the pitch of his voice was low in sadness. "I'm just a little bit uneasy."
I nodded like I understood but grabbing his hand I all but dragged him home.
Pushing through the worn thin door, we stumbled with all our bags and I could see Kakashi's surprise at the cleanliness of the room.
"How-" he began to ask, his eye wide as he took in another sofa that was in the place of the one that was covered in kunai holes.
"You didn't think that I would leave everything in the state that it was did you?" I asked incredulity pitching my tone high. "You're just a little bit ungrateful for my presence."
Kakashi was still standing there numbly and with another eye roll, I left him in the living room heading towards the kitchen. I could see the slight film of dust from lack of the usage and I couldn't help but dot the eyes of a smiley face in the remaining dust with a little chuckle before grabbing a wash cloth and began cleaning.
"Obviously you have been working in the kitchen regularly, because you know, you love it so much." Kakashi said sarcastically, finally over his clean living room, now obsessed with the slight dust that even covered the walls. But, in my opinion, that was there before he lived here.
"Whatever, do you want to continue to convince me that I don't want to cook for you, or do you want to get over here?" I asked snippily. "Anyway, it was only a little bit on my mind."
Kakashi contemplated his options for a moment before he peeled off his gloves and headed to the sink to wash his scarred hands and when his sided accidently hit the counter I heard an almost indistinguishable hiss. Almost.
"You're hurt?" I asked, abandoning the cleaning in favour of gently turning Kakashi to me, inspecting him for any visible injuries. "Where?"
Kakashi batted away my hands with a practiced ease which made me narrow my eyes.
"Strip," I ordered coldly, my hands fisted on my hips.
Kakashi folded his arms giving a defensive stance.
"If you don't strip," I uttered lowly, slowly advancing on him, "I am taking you to the hospital and if I can't do that, I will get Sakura who will probably be very, very angry. Now which is it to be?"
Kakashi continued to stand there until he stiffly pulled his top over his shoulders and head until he stood there in all his bare glory and I could guess even with his second mask on that he had a mulish expression on.
I tried to not distracted by all the raised white scar tissue, but I was a little bit blind, to focus on the red and purple mottling covering the entirety of his right side and a seeping wound on his left side possibly cutting something important. It always did on those medical shows right?
Giving a frustrated sigh through my nose that made me seem angrier with the hiss of a snake imitation. I pressed my hand lightly to the ribs which made Kakashi protest again, slightly more audible and I ignored the sound of my ears popping as I felt the sensory overload begin. I rolled my eyes but I could feel the worry for him show on my brow as I continued to prod and feeling the bones seemingly crack and grind together.
Unconsciously, I checked the other side and was unable to tell the difference in all honesty but I nodded my head like I understood what had happened.
"You don't know what's wrong do you?" Kakashi said teasingly, humour evident in his deep, sleep deprived voice.
I blushed but saw my hands flare a bright green hue which I snatched away from him horrified but I was especially surprised when Kakashi brought my hand back almost desperately and sighed when my hand came in rough contact with his ribs again.
"What are you-" I cut off, gaping at the sight of the bruises receding until I saw his rib the exactly same shape as the other, despite what I said about the ribs feeling exactly the same.
What made it worse was when I could feel little vibrations in addition to minute cracking sounds like a bowl of Rice Krispies, the only indicator of the bones resetting. I tried not to gag at the sound.
Just when I was about to pull away, feeling the smoothness and seeing the lack of purpled skin, Kakashi's hand tightened on my wrist. With an unknown slowness, he pulled my hand down his contoured chest until it rested on the blood that was still quickly oozing out of the wide hole but as soon as my hand rested over the laceration, I could feel the inside of the wound actually healing before the wound knitted together.
"Man, this is so gross," I groaned, trying to hold in my stomach contents, while feeling a wave of lethargy overcome me, causing me to sway on my feet.
With a reassuring arm, Kakashi pushed my side chastely to sway me in the other direction. With a small smile, I blindly felt behind me to find one of the kitchen chairs to sit down in. Reaching around me, Kakashi pulled out one of the seats, pushing me gently until I flopped tiredly in a chair.
"You okay?" Kakashi asked, bringing up a bare palm to stroke my sweaty forehead, that I didn't realise was moist.
I nodded, despite the fact that I was feeling fluey, nauseous, feverish and lethargic. I tried not to vomit with the movement of my shaking my head. "Yep. Totally fine," I rasped, trying to bat away the hand that was feeling my temperature.
"You're burning up," he said, almost accused which I thought was a bit rich considering that he attempted to lie about his own injuries, which, can I point out were significantly worse.
I swerved to try and avoid the hand that descended on my head again, but over balanced with my heavy head and toppled out of the chair onto all fours, leaving me retching. I heard a sigh over my loud shivers. I felt arms go to grip my legs but my fist shot out to clip his jaw, causing Kakashi to loosen his hold in shock at allowing me to actually get in a hit.
"Move me, and I will not be responsible for my actions," I snarled, keeping my eyes closed to stop the floor dipping and rolling like the ocean.
Thankfully, I could already feel my dizziness receding and I, for some reason thought it would be a good idea to pinch the tender skin of my under forearm and this caused a shock of pain to go through me but I felt a flood of energy and I felt rejuvenated in an instant. Fluttering open my eyes, I saw Kakashi towering over me, his eye tightened in worry.
Springing up like nothing happened, I went to the sink again, rinsing my hands of the sweat before bringing the cool water to my face to wash away the smell.
"Jenny?" I heard a tentative voice behind me.
Turning expectantly, I continued to wash my hands in soap before clanging out pans and pots for dinner.
"Hmmm?"
"Are you…" he paused, not sure how to continue.
"Better? Much," I finished for him before filling the pan with water to boil. "Now help me cut the vegetables."
"I thought you were cooking me my meal," Kakashi grumbled, before grudgingly standing beside me, pulling a chopping board towards him, cutting up mushrooms, wrinkling his nose.
Both of us pretending like the past five minutes hadn't occurred.
"Don't like mushrooms?" I asked teasingly, "Are we going to have to bring in the choo-choo train for ickle Kawashi to eat his wittle veggies?"
Kakashi sent me a glare that told me he was not amused by my tone.
I rolled my eyes, taking the chopping board out of his hands to slice the mushrooms how I liked them. "It's okay, I don't like them much either, that's why I only put a little in. You can do the potatoes then," I pointed my knife to the unpeeled and uncut potatoes.
Kakashi huffed out a breath before moving to retrieve a peeler from the drawer, before he began his duties as cook hand.
We worked in perfect silence, me just revelling in his unimposing presence while Kakashi seemingly ignored me. I didn't mind, I was content with the little jingle of the peeler as it cut through its enemy, the root vegetable, while my own knife thudded against the wooden board as I continued to chop through the mushrooms.
Looking over at him, I saw Kakashi about to cut the potatoes and I involuntary hissed, reaching over to stall him from making the fatal mistake of cutting it the wrong way.
"Not that way!" I cried out dismayed.
Kakashi backed up, holding his hands up in surrender, moving to sit at the kitchen table again, his fist propping up his face as he stared at me working in my element.
"You know, I think you are a bit anal about cooking," Kakashi commented casually.
So surprised with what he said, I dropped the potatoes heavily in the water causing the scalding water to splash on the skin of my forearms.
"Bugger!" I hissed, cradling my forearm to my chest protectively, glaring at the water like it did it with malevolent intent.
"Let me see," I heard his deep voice say next to me, causing me to shriek in surprise, shooting up and back nearly hitting the hot pan again in my attempt to compete with Olympic high jumpers.
It was only because of Kakashi's quick reflexes that saved even more burning water from pouring all down my back. I gave him a rueful smile, before lowering my gaze, tucking a blue lock behind my ear.
"Thanks," I muttered to our feet.
It was because of this vantage point that meant that I could see his incredibly close feet move even closer and spy his hand raising up to my arm which was still rocked against my body, closing his fingers methodically on my wrist. I ignored the flush of sensation, hating the feeling of me feeling invigorated, that infernal beeping sound in the background, just allowing him to examine the damage before bringing me over to the sink where he let a steady stream of water flush out of the tap before testing to see if it was cold.
Satisfied, Kakashi pulled my willing body over to the sink where I noticed our proximity, our silence only breached by our quiet breaths.
"How's it feeling?" Kakashi broke it after a minute or so with the crystalline water pouring over my reddened skin, his deep baritone leaving me flushed at his masculinity.
"B-better," I stuttered and secretly I cursed myself at the weakness in my voice.
I cleared my throat when Kakashi still held my arm under the water.
"I think I can still cook now," I said softly, reluctant to ask Kakashi to do anything.
Kakashi nodded softly, his hair brushing his forehead and I had to avert my eyes before I was overwhelmed with the urge to comb it back, to tame the unruly mess.
I shuffled on my feet, to try and prompt him to move back, which he eventually did to only perch on the neighbouring counter, much to my chagrin. I began slicing the carrots and bringing out a wok, I poured a healthy dose of oil, allowing that to heat, before efficiently chopping up the lamb and sizzling it in the pan.
For the entire hour it took for me to make a stir fry on the side of the steak for Kakashi so he could get all the protein to replenish his system, we worked in silence. Kakashi while leaning against the counter acted as my unofficial assistant and seemed to know what I wanted before I even asked for it, handing me pans before I could ask, forcing me to close my mouth again and turn to the meat and vegetables hissing out their mini cries of pain.
My roommate laid out the cutlery but before I could do it and finally I twisted away from the table to allow him the privacy of taking off his mask. Sensing his disapproval, I quickly talked over him.
"I'm afraid you'd drop the plate if I forced you to eat off your lap. You're too tired, just eat your food," I signified the discussion over with an overly large bite of hot food causing me to choke on the noodles that were running down my throat.
Placing my plate on the less than clean floor, I held my chest, my eyes watering forcing me to try and swallow and expel the searing food. I felt a hand smacking me on the back hard and over the waves swishing in my ears I heard a muffled voice calling to me, trying to get me get my airway clear.
Finally, with a large croak, my noodles threw over to the counter, splattering in a brown mess.
God everything was going wrong that evening.
I grimaced and flushed, darting a glance over my shoulder to see Kakashi's concerned expression.
"I'll clean that up," I said ruefully, to Kakashi's amusement who gave me an honest eye crinkle.
"I have an overwhelming sense of déjà vu," he said teasingly. A red blush flagged my cheeks at the reminder of the first time I met him where I had vomited but still offered to clean it up.
Reflexively, Kakashi pulled me into his chest, offering my comfort despite the fact I was already fine. It should say something about how I acted often enough. Instead, I welcomed the feeling of my friend safe and whole, there still to be alive for my entertainment and sanity.
"I'm glad you made it back safely," I mumbled into his chest praying that he didn't hear the desperation in what I said, hoping that he would realise how much I needed this.
Wordlessly, his arms tightened around me. To let me know that he heard me? To let me know that he acknowledged I said something but didn't hear it? Whatever it was, I felt the encompassing warmth and safety of his being.
He sighed mournfully. "Your lack of faith hurts me."
I laughed, pushing him back, going to the sink to begin cleaning the unpleasant mess on the floor. "Whatever, go over there and eat the steak I so nicely made for you."
He went with his grumbles but I knew from the quick shuffle of his chair how keen he was to eat my greasy steak.
I calmly kept my back to him as I picked my still full plate and put it in the food bin, my ears straining to listen to the scrape of the knife cutting through the tender meat like butter. It was cooked to perfection, if I do say so myself. I heard a slight breath in before I heard muffled chewing.
I kept my methodical motion of the wash cloth following around in a circle.
"I think I don't want you spoiling me too much longer; I don't want me not able to eat the food rations anymore," his voice was careful but I heard the appreciation for my food and I couldn't help the warm glow that always sent me giddy at any compliment that anyone gave after eating one bite of my meal.
"I'll run you a bath to relax," I tried to keep my voice neutral, so he wouldn't guess how happy I was from just one compliment.
"I don't own any bath stuff," Kakashi protested from the table yet was unwilling to leave his meal undefended.
"I'll make do!" I called back, my hand batting away his concern but I think my skipping betrayed my true feelings from his compliment.
I was already in the hallway so I missed the:
"You always do."
…o0o…
Kakashi whispered to himself as he saw the cheery blue haired girl round the corner to go into the bathroom where faintly he heard the gurgle of water filling the tub.
Turning back to his divine meal, he couldn't restrain the moan that urged to come out earlier but he didn't want to inflate Jenny's ego more than usual. Slicing into another piece of the beef, Kakashi piled a little bit of the stir fry, especially mushrooms.
It was something he usually hated but he could have sworn that she covered them in kami goodness because he was raring to eat them. This was completely the opposite on what he did with other people's cooking where there would be a slowly increasing pile of the grey, rubbery food, making his own tower on the side of the circle of porcelain.
Finishing his meal with a lightening quickness, his aching body was enthusiastic for a woman's touch, or caring. This was something Kakashi could get used to.
Someone to cook for him when he came home, to bandage him up when he came back from a danger filled mission, someone to brush his naturally grey hair off his forehead to join the mess on his scalp. To run him a hot bath…
Kakashi shook his head vehemently, averse to the thought of seeing Jenny anything more than a roommate. She was excellent at moving past the awkward. Neither of them would want to have to struggle with what had already transpired between them. He'd seen more of her skin than all of Sakura put together.
Kakashi halted just outside the bathroom, seeing the steam curling up from the bubbly water, Jenny crouched in front of the running water, reading one of his books, enraptured, seemingly forgotten about the water that was more than half way. More than the quarter he usually limited himself to when he, rarely, had a bath.
The economical part of him shrieked that she was killing them, drowning them in the very water they needed to survive. Trying to measure his steps, Kakashi rushed to the tap to switch it off before standing before her.
Jenny barely looked up at his eye and was too busy turning a page to even care what he was doing.
Finally, annoyed at her blasé attitude, Kakashi played with his waist band just to see if Jenny would notice, before undoing the button to his standard, now ripped, shinobi trousers.
The sound of clothes hitting the floor was finally what snatched the closet female pervert from her book and looked at the clothes that were pooled at his feet, travelling up muscled legs, lingering at his brief covered privates, she halted at his chest.
Her mouth moving in wordless appreciation, her pink tongue swiping over her lips, tantalisingly before cheekily meeting his shocked gaze, she finally grinned at his shocked expression.
"I drew the bath," she said needlessly.
Kakashi moved his eyes in their sockets before sweeping his arm past him until it ended at the door, indicating the direction Jenny should have been going.
Instead she stood with a feigned lazy stretch for her back. "You sure you don't need anyone to wash your back for you?" she teased, but still continued on past him turning right again for the bedroom.
"Maybe I'll call you in later, if I get too lazy," he called after her, wanting to have the last word in their repartee.
"Whatever, but maybe I won't want to because who would want to be scarred by the sight of an old man's pot belly!" Jenny called back good naturedly.
Kakashi rolled his eyes. He didn't have a pot belly.
Ignoring his insecurities, Kakashi rubbed the skin on his face that felt as a bin liner; his hand sliding almost seamless on his face until he was hindered by the annoying cloth of his mask.
With a sneaky look to the broken door with the peeling paint, Kakashi mimicked the paint too and removed the black safe guard from his face breathing a lungful of unopposed oxygen. It was a relief, it was clean and he could suddenly feel like the scent of sweet spearmint was overwhelming him.
Placing his feet in the hot water, he could feel his tight muscles loosening under the healing powers of the bubbly water and he couldn't help but sigh and submerge the rest of his body in the cleansing pool, his back to the door, his front to the window.
Why was it that he never had the water higher than a quarter again?
There was that small voice in the back of his head still trying to convince him that he shouldn't get too comfortable because as soon as he was out, this was never happening again and for another thing….
Kakashi lolled his head back to recline on the lip of the bath tub and just released the tension from his chest with a larger huff than before, just contemplating the ceiling with the cracked plaster and yellow damp stains.
Kakashi's mind whirled around the shabbiness of his flat but he couldn't help but feel nostalgic. It was the first and last buy when he completed his first mission in ANBU. This was where he first sat after the death of Obito. Kakashi furiously clenched his eyes shut. No, he wouldn't think of him.
This was a bath of relaxation and atonement. He has atoned for everything in this tub. That was why he avoided it.
He never managed to ever atone for the death of his sparky teammate. It wasn't long after that Rin went and left him.
And what about his father? The one he scorned? The one he would never have followed until he realised that the apple never fell that far from the tree after all.
There was a light lap and Kakashi darted his glance to the water hiding his imperfect body and saw little rain droplets falling and rippling the water. Kakashi examined the ceiling confused before he dabbed a dry hand where it came back damp. He was crying.
Well, it had been a while. It was bound to happen eventually. What with Jenny and Sakura-kami why could he not stop thinking about the pink haired kunoichi?
His eye closed in resignation as his mind made the familiar circle around the confusing girl.
He ran his hand up and under her dress. It was easy enough for him then to just flick her damp knickers where everyone else was interested in their conversations, otherwise they would have heard her breathy sigh before her head lost its ability to stay upright and it slagged onto his shoulder.
Obviously this was when his own mind had to cock block himself.
In favour of acting nonchalant despite his finger was playing somewhere that if he and Sakura were anywhere else, he would be definitely not acting like the teasing sensei, he looked over to the bar to try and pretend that he didn't care about the girl that was curled into his side. But then almost stilled his hand.
While Jenny was an attractive girl, he couldn't deny that, he never really saw her sexual appeal. Well, he was now very sorry he ever thought that.
She was leaning against the bar, her elbow propped on the side while her eyes were demure, you could see the shit eating grin that softly covered her face as she watched the Inuzuka step towards her, boxing her further into her corner.
Jenny then said something coy and subconsciously, Kakashi rubbed his finger harder causing the pinkette to bite her lower lip to stall her mew of pleasure. Kakashi was jolted back to himself when he realised he had the girl he loved right next to him allowing him to finger her right there, like something out of Icha Icha, or well maybe as PG rated as it got as far as erotic romance went.
Futilely, he tried to avert his attention to something of better consequence but his perverted eyes were drawn to the sight of dark brown hair guarding Jenny's face but he saw perhaps a curve of the tinted lips, saw the drink being abandoned by her elbow and the very hand that held the cold beverage traced its way up to a tanned bicep.
Kakashi almost snorted at the sight of the younger shinobi flexing his muscles and Jenny giggling. The tally of using that very pick up when he was in his younger days, well… he would need more walls than he had in his entire flat.
He was brought out of his reminiscing by one Sakura who rubbed her thighs needy, begging for more of his touch which he obliged albeit absentmindedly as he kept one eye trained on Jenny who began staggering over to him, her eerie eyes alight with a feverish fire, something he hadn't seen since she came back from that mission, no matter how much she tried to hide it.
Kakashi felt his hard on slowly deflate at the remembrance of the lonely and heartbroken picture she made that morning, her kneeling in the water, both hands concealing her eyes and the backs of her now scarred hands pressed against the slow running water of the stream.
He was brought out of his memory by the thought that he was staring at her. With the reminder that he didn't want the drunk Jenny to get the wrong idea, he pressed his hand on his neighbours apex of her thighs harder causing Sakura to try and catch her breath.
"I'm going home with Kiba, don't wait up." Jenny tried to whisper in Kakashi's ear but almost blew his ear drum, smirking to herself, her pearly white teeth making an appearance giving her pale skin and ethereal eyes a ghostly impression.
He was so busy thinking hard about what Jenny was saying that Sakura mewed again quietly to make it evident that she wanted more attention.
The sound did not get passed those blue eyes and Jenny's sight narrowed on the hand that was cupping Sakura much to the embarrassment of the pink haired girl.
Jenny gave the grey haired man a knowing wink.
"Well, if you do wait up I don't think it will be too hard."
Kakashi wanted to sigh at the obvious euphemism but settled for a disdainful glare but he didn't think he hid the fact that Kakashi was worried about the girl's companion behind her. He saw and felt the impatience of Inuzuka by the bar just from sitting there.
"Your wit is astounding," Kakashi drawled, his attention brought back to the dark haired boy who finished necking his pint and was rolling his shoulders, a sign of getting ready to leave. He turned his scrutinising gaze back to the almost squirming blue haired civilian. "Isn't it too soon?"
But you know what was too soon? That Inuzuka's wandering hands.
Kakashi's dark, almost stormy eye followed the boy's hands as they slid not at all subtly towards Jenny's breasts, stopping at fully cupping them.
But what was he doing? And why did Kakashi care? He wasn't her keeper any longer. While he might not fully trust her, she was a good roommate from all the three days that he had her but he couldn't shake that…
"I'll be fine," Jenny had the audacity to shoot him another jaunty wink. "You just focus on you."
Finally, the inferior Casa Nova brought his hand to actually take Jenny's breasts in his hands, sending Jenny leaning back into his chest. Or it could have been because he was forcing her back, forcing her to enjoy it…
Kakashi scolded himself for the overprotective instinct he was getting. He was sure Jenny would be fine…
Kakashi almost flinched at the sight of Jenny's reaction which had hardened what had been soft between his legs. It was as good as any virgin.
But Jenny didn't linger.
Without a word of goodbye, the blue haired wraith left with her prey, through the door and into another.
Kakashi thought that he could now focus on the beauty beside him to his full degree but try as he might, to escape into the lust filled haze, he saw Sakura's actions and he was unaware that he had thought Jenny wouldn't act like that, she would tip her head where she would gasp and…
Gah! He needed to stop thinking about her like that.
But what if she was in danger?
The very thought made Kakashi's blood still in the very veins that contained them.
It was lucky then, when his former student had a tendency to be impatient.
"Let's go back to yours," Sakura said her clear eyes bright and sober.
He shuffled on the seat undecided. This was what he had wanted for almost a year now…
The decision was made for him when the powerful kunoichi bumped her hip into his forcing him to leave the booth first.
While he wasn't inebriated, Kakashi was pleasantly tipsy and tipsy made him more affectionate.
Sneaking out the door, leaving their friends with the bill, Kakashi cupped Sakura's opposite hip, something more chaste than what he usually would want but his mind was on other things.
Like where was Jenny? Was the Inuzuka treating her well? Did she need help?
Shaking his head, he determinedly focussed on the girl beside him, not the one lying with another man at this point.
The journey back was a blur where he was aware of Sakura's lascivious strokes across all his body before they made it up to his flat where Kakashi teasingly took an extraordinary amount of time but gave up any pretence when the kunoichi took the initiative and grinded against him, causing Kakashi, the famous Copy Nin, to pause as the wave of pleasure roared through his previously stunted blood.
Stumbling through the door, like every cliché, they began to maul the other's face as soon as Sakura ripped the material of his mask in her eagerness to reach his smooth lips.
The sound of ripping clothes hardened the semi that Kakashi already tended and in return he reached for the zipper on Sakura's vest, his eyes enraptured by the heaving of the ribs, allowing her bust size to be increased.
The sound of the zipper was so incredibly loud as it was moved slowly from top to bottom before it was released. With an aching slowness for Sakura, Kakashi began soft open mouth kisses from her prominent collar bone making his way down the giving, soft flesh.
Sakura weaved her hands into the older man's unruly hair in unadulterated passion, holding him to her chest.
Too excited, Kakashi pushed Sakura onto the couch, his head roaming southward where Sakura's stomach clenched delighted.
Pinging the elastic band on the white cotton that Sakura was wearing, Kakashi accepted an unwelcome thought that Jenny was wearing a hot pink number that the silk unconsciously cupped-
Kakashi yanked himself out of the memory, an erection in the hot water wasn't making it any easier on his body he wanted to stall the wave of bitterness but as much as he wanted to deny it, they were a little bit out of time.
The grey haired man rubbed his chest as if he could massage the emotional ache from it. Stupid organ.
Keeping his head lolled back, he wondered if Sakura was thinking about him too? Or had she gone to Sasuke in the time that it took for him to return home?
Kakashi shook his head. He really needed to stop thinking about that. She was with him now, not the bastard.
Rubbing on the soap decisively, Kakashi allowed himself all the time it needed before the hot leaked out of the tub. If he was going to be paying for that water bill, he damn well was going to make it worth it.
There was a strong knock on the open door and Kakashi barely had the time to recover the mask around his neck before his roommate sauntered in, heading directly toward the shower. Being the pervert he was, Kakashi caught the sign that Jenny hooked her thumbs into the waist band of the trackie bottoms she was wearing and was about to slide them off her bony hips.
"How's that bath doing you?" she asked from behind Kakashi and he just managed to get a nod out before he pretended he was distracted by his hastily picked up pornographic book rather than the attractive girl who had entered the shower where after a couple of minutes her sweet mango scent permeated the claustrophobic bathroom.
Kakashi merely grunted, trying to focus on the wavering lines in front of him but could not restrain the thought of naked water running down an equally bare Jenny. Down those breasts…
Down boy! Kakashi mentally ordered his hard on as it tried to peek out through the mountains of bubbles.
Think of Sakura! Those heated moans from the other night, the small breasts that reminded him of an equally small chested bluenette.
Kakashi slapped himself very hard with a resounding clap. So loud that Jenny hopped quickly out of the shower, looking for the enemy her bare body on show for all to see despite the window not being frosted glass.
With the sight of the tones arms and almost toned belly, Kakashi felt a strong urge to slap himself again, but maybe this time not to stop until he was unconscious so then he wouldn't be haunted by the sight of the wraith like creature hunting for danger.
To hide his alarm at the sight of his roommate, he darted a glance towards the neighbouring building's window where he saw a young man walk past but pause. Back tracking, this man stopped in front of his window where he gaped at the naked profile of Jenny, who was still oblivious to her surroundings and was heading towards the bathroom door to try and see the "intruder".
"What are you looking for?" Kakashi drawled, trying to restrain the part of him that was begging to protect the younger tenant from the pervert across the building.
If that guy is a pervert for an accidental peeking, what does that make us? That annoying inner voice said.
Shaking his head to turn his attention towards the Jenny who had a look of complete confusion and was ignorant of the orange tinted foam layered in the blue strands.
"I just thought I heard…" Kakashi almost felt guilty for sounding so judgmental but he pushed that side of him away irritably and made himself look up drolly.
"Well I am sure that you will hear that guy across from us having one off the wrist in a minute if you don't get back in the shower," Kakashi said casually, his hand simultaneously turning a page.
The horror that dawned on her face was almost comical. Almost.
Jenny looked towards the unobstructed window where she did indeed spot an acne covered face, arranging a box of tissues on the side. Jenny gave a loud squeal which made even the usual level faced Copy Nin wince at the pitch but watched in amusement as Jenny comically dived for the shower stall, her derriere unknowingly sticking up in the air, more tantalising.
"Jesus! What is it about this fucking village that surrounds me with the fucking creepies?!" Jenny yelled to herself, continuing her shower as she freaked out.
"Hey!" Kakashi interrupted in fake outrage. "You are one of those 'creepies' too." The unspoken quotation marks there.
There was a snort and a squeech as more soap came out of a bottle. "Please. I don't count."
Kakashi frowned but a thought highlighted his thoughts and timed when Jenny was going to leave the stall.
With the skill of a shinobi, Kakashi climbed out of the bath tub exactly as Jenny left the shower, expecting the grey haired man to have his back to her. She couldn't have been further from the truth.
Kakashi took a perverse pleasure in seeing the bluenette speechless as she followed every crevice which had trails of water following.
"I stand by my statement: you are a pervert," Kakashi stated smugly at the popping of Jenny's eyes as she realised that she had been staring at his body.
With a flush and another squeal, she turned her back to him, hunting along the floor for a towel.
"You are a massive dick," Jenny mumbled, wrapping a blue towel tightly around her torso and with more force than necessary, chucked a more ratty towel over her shoulder to Kakashi who glanced over his shoulder to the window where he saw the creep jerking off still looking at Jenny, completely oblivious to Kakashi's presence.
With an annoyed grunt, he walked in direct line of the creep's gaze who to his great amusement gave a look of complete horror before falling back heels over head. Satisfied, Kakashi bent to pick the grey material from the floor and began to rub down his body, his eye looking to the body of water still in the tub with a sigh of disappointment.
So much for using it for all its worth, he thought as he morosely unplugged the bath tub and tying a hard knot at his waist, Kakashi walked into the bedroom to get some pyjama bottoms, finding Jenny already in a pair of his boxers and t-shirt, snuggling into the duvet.
"Nice pyjamas," Kakashi commented pointedly.
Startled, Jenny looked down at her chest and blushed again as she realised that she was wearing his clothes and awkwardly rubbed her nose with her knuckle.
"Sorry, this was the only thing to reassure me when you were gone," she said sheepishly, tracing his duvet with her index fingernail. "Guess sort of new habits die hard."
Kakashi pulled on his bottoms and replaced his soiled mask with a new one as he slid into the bedding as well.
"Aw, someone missed me?" Kakashi said teasingly, bumping his shoulder into Jenny's before sliding further down in the sheets, getting comfortable after at least a week of sleeping on the hard ground, the mattress was a welcome change.
Jenny shoved his shoulder irritably before also moving so she lay horizontally. "Shut up. You already knew that," she grumbled but still, he was hyper aware of a hand that came to rest on his shoulder and all the feelings of the sheets became numbed to him.
Kakashi held in the need to flinch away from her touch but continually worried about the feeling of the lack of touch, his senses were dulled, anesthetised.
The lightness in his mind was overwhelming him and unable to fight the feeling of sleep with such a comfy mattress cradling his body, Kakashi succumbed to the need to shut down with the pretty girl next to him.
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Just wanted to say thank you to the reviewers that I couldn't pm back :3
Way to boost the self-esteem there. You guys are awesome.
Oh by the way, the song that I had as the title of the chapter, I kind of based the chapter around it but also did what the hell I want :P but you guys should totally give it a listen.
Also if you guys want some funny awkward filler idea that you want Jenny and Kakashi to play out, just pm me and I'll try and fit it in where I think it works.
~JustThatKindOfSpecial
