Back to Normal

"Does this mean that we are BFFLs now? Should we braid each other's hair or something? Share secrets? Sex tips?" Jenny harassed good naturedly, the dusk light cutting across so he saw a forearm tucking under her pillow as she looked at his shadowy form.

"I don't even want to know what BFFLs are," Kakashi drawled. "Although, I wouldn't mind getting your thoughts on this complicated sex position in Icha Icha," Kakashi feigned getting comfortable to start long discussions, much alike teenage girls. "Now, bear with me, it was the latest Icha Icha so I probably haven't read it through as much as I would have liked and I'm a bit confused on how to make it comfortable for the woman-"

He was cut off by a particularly violent pillow thrust in his face forcing him to roll on his back and hear a disgusted noise.

"Just go to sleep Kakashi, I'm sure you can test them out on your girlfriend," Jenny quipped as she rolled over onto her other side with a melodramatic huff.

"Now there's an idea," Kakashi retorted, still lying on his back.

But lying on his back didn't stop him from wishing he could say that she could try the position on his other friends.

Maybe that was over the line. Sounded a tad too bitter.

"Good night," Jenny whispered from the other side of the bed.

Kakashi grunted his goodnight before he moved himself onto his other side, his back facing the blue haired girl, his mind wandering before he finally fell into the calming arms of sleep.

…o0o…

There was a clunking and a crash and my danger radar went into overdrive as I sat up quickly, my eyes scouring the room for the enemy.

But seeing a bare, muscled back that was rolling so as to get comfortable, I realised that Kakashi had already neutralised the threat. Gingerly, I leaned down to the floor from the safety of my bed and picked up the broken alarm clock between a thumb and forefinger. I turned my incredulous gaze to Kakashi.

As if he could feel my judgement, Kakashi grunted as he turned over onto his side and examined me from under a droopy eyelid, his face defensive under, what I dubbed, the sleep mask.

"It was being too loud," he said, his voice husky with sleep as he shrugged, forcing my eyes to unconsciously examine and appreciate the broad shoulders.

Rolling my eyes at his poor excuse, I focussed on what really was important and turned to the next enemy: the cold floor.

Clenching my eyes tight shut, I determined the best course of action would be doing it quickly rather than slowly. Like tearing off a plaster. I folded the duvet off my legs with trepidation, like a soldier in the D-Day landings. I knew it was going to be bad as I inched my foot closer to the floor and I felt it when my skin made contact.

Hissing a little under my breath, I quickly hopped over the floor to the blissfully carpeted hallway leading to the again cold floored bathroom.

Leaning around the door frame of the bathroom, in another attempt to avoid the floor which I would have succeeded if Kakashi hadn't been sneaking up behind me and gave my unstable body a little nudge, forcing me to allow the soles of my feet meet the white, malicious tiles.

I squealed in horror and glared over my shoulder, at the deliciously mussed hair of his which was made all the more tantalising with Kakashi's wayward hand, I sucked in a breath that I tried to blame on my annoyance at the pervert.

But with the view of his bare chest, led me to feel slightly light headed and I quickly turned my back on him, as I walked slightly more flat footed now that my soles had adjusted to the change in temperature. Switching the knob of the shower on, I crossed my hands over my hips, grabbing opposite sides of my (Kakashi's) t-shirt, and whipped it up and over my blue haired head before chucking it over my shoulder to let it land where it may.

Checking over my shoulder, I saw that Kakashi was studiously looking at himself in the mirror.

I snorted with amusement, which caught Kakashi's attention who, with the aid of the reflection of the mirror looked up my spine slowly, and I could just imagine his lips curving, but in actuality looked as blank as new piece of paper.

I wanted to roll my eyes at myself. He would never find me attractive.

With no preliminaries, I turned and pushed the elastic of my girl black briefs down over my hips until they hit the floor with no sound.

I walked into the shower, turning my face away from his so he wouldn't see the flush covering the apples of my cheeks. I held my forearm across my chest so he wouldn't catch an unwitting flash of flared flesh as stepped into the shower and waited for the water to heat in the sanctuary of a curtain between us.

Over the rattle of the water hitting the shower floor, I heard cupboards opening and closing and finally a sigh.

"What's wrong now?" I asked, lathering my hair with shampoo and rinsing in the wonderfully hot water.

"There's no bar soap," was the grumbled reply that I got and reaching over to the shower shelf, I picked up the tea tree and spearmint and reaching around the curtain, I poked my head out to look at Kakashi, rinsing his hands.

"Head's up," I said before flinging with all my might, trying to lay at least one hit on his person with the soap which, unfortunately with a smooth action from Kakashi, he caught it with precision.

No words of thanks, as Kakashi rotated back to rub the soap in between the lines of his palms and it wasn't until I met his gaze in the mirror and raised eyebrow that I remembered I still had my head sticking out of the cubicle with some remaining suds clinging desperately to my scalp.

Averting my eyes to hide the fact I was embarrassed, I ducked back into the shower and continued through the motions albeit more slowly so I didn't have to meet his penetrating watchful eyes when I stepped out later.

"Don't use all the hot water," I heard Kakashi's chastising tone just outside the curtain.

"Well, I'll make you some breakfast before I leave if you want?" I offered, ignoring his demand.

There was a huffing of an incredulous breath and I heard a mutter:

"Considering your alarm went off at an ungodly hour, I would expect so."

It didn't surprise me that he was a poor morning person considering how late he was to everything else.

"Don't need to sound so catty," I mumbled back, "is it that time of the month for you Kakashi?"

There was a thump that smacked the shower curtain, forcing it to cave slightly at the force of the throw.

Poking my head out tentatively, I looked down to the floor to see the green bar of soap that I had passed to Kakashi earlier, rocking slightly. Looking back up to the culprit I glared.

"Can't take a joke?" I asked teasingly when all I got was a grunt, I finished under my breath: "Definitely on your period."

"I heard that," Kakashi growled warningly.

Opting to say nothing at all, turning the water off while wringing my hair out, I stuck my head around the curtain to see Kakashi was still shirtless and a frothy toothbrush in one hand, the remnants slightly obvious on the edge of his mask, looking like he had a patchy stark white beard. A sign that he had hurriedly covered his face when he heard me moving around to get out.

I giggled but gestured for him to pass me one of the towels dangling on the radiator next to him. "You should put a shirt on," I advised, my eyes shrewd until I finally saw him roll his eye and go to the other radiator to retrieve a t-shirt. The other radiator that had to be cut next to the shower.

Holding the shower curtain close to my body, to keep my dignity and using the other to reach towards Kakashi who had offered the towel to me to wrap the towel around my front. I tried not to make any contact with Kakashi in the cramped space he gave me as he began to put on a shirt. I took one step from the shower-

-Right onto the bar soap that had been previously used for a missile from Kakashi.

With a squawk, my arms wind milled as I tried to keep my balance, unfortunately, one slapped Kakashi right in the face causing him to grunt and recoil a step, his arms were still tangled in the shirt around his elbows.

The step that he took was lost as I finally gave into gravity (yes you win good sir) and fell onto him, my towel that I was using, flopping lifelessly to the floor beside us with an ominous wooomf.

There was a silence.

Not our casual silence. Not our 'ha ha we can laugh off this unfortunate incidence and call it a day'. No, this was…

A painful silence.

My naked, naked body was lying connected to every part of Kakashi's bared skin. And that included chest.

I could feel his nipples pressing into my skin and I could only imagine how Kakashi was feeling right now. Awkward? Surprised? Aroused?

I mentally slapped myself for thinking so lewdly. He had a girlfriend. It wasn't like he was going to forget about her anytime soon. He was attracted to her, not me. So stop your lollygagging and get the fuck off him Jennifer Webbs!

With another squeak, I cupped my chest as soon as I pushed myself off of him, frantically grabbing the towel without once looking away from Kakashi, to ascertain that he wasn't sneaking a couple of glances.

Sure, that was the reason.

In all honesty, I wanted to see what his reaction was to this occasion. Did he feel the difference too? Or was this just me reading too much into things again?

But no, I saw the slight blush of his ears that would hardly have been noticeable under his hair, but as it was, his hair had flopped to the bathroom floor actually falling with gravity for once so I could see his almost elven like ears that were going a feverish shade of red.

Kakashi's eye though, was straight on my face too, reading the emotions that surely would be scrolling through like a TV screen.

"Uh, I uh," I frantically looked everywhere other than at him, now that I knew Kakashi was reading me as hard as I was reading him, I didn't want to look at his face or any part of his nude torso.

No matter how much I wanted to run my tongue over the planes while his hand grabbed-

I really needed to get out more.

Taking a deep breath, I forced a laugh, trying to play it so awkwardly casual. "Well, I'll go start cooking, shall I?"

Kakashi didn't answer. His eye just bore into me, questioning what I was doing, pretending like I hadn't been drooling over him, while my naked body pressed against him.

But could I help it being presented with so much deliciousness?

Blushing, I quickly tried to walk to the bedroom without looking like I was running away, but failed as I began jogging through the open doorway.

I smacked myself in the forehead, multiple times. I couldn't believe myself. I was a horrible human being.

While I may not like Sakura, it still wasn't right to be acting the way I was around Kakashi.

But was it bad if Kakashi didn't show any sign of reciprocating my feelings, the past occasion not withstanding?

NO! I slapped myself again, a harder hit.

Slipping open a drawer, I rummaged through for a pair of my comfy knickers and my joggers and baggy t-shirt for the comfort. I combed my wet hair into a less tangled mess and towelled it dry just contemplating what I could make for dinner.

Maybe another stir fry? Prawn fried bread? Oooo maybe something with seafood?

"Hey Kakashi?" I called through the door where I heard him moving in the kitchen, the rush of water sounding like he was washing the crockery and the tell-tale clinks as they were set on the side to dry.

"Hmmm?"

"What would you like for dinner?" I asked, walking through the corridor turning to the left into the dimly lit kitchen in the early morning. "I'm thinking seafood?"

Kakashi turned to me, and while his face was hidden by the mask, I still saw the critical movement of his nose, signalling his distaste towards seafood.

"Are we sharks?"

I frowned.

"Sorry, what?" What kind of a question is that?

"Are we sharks?" Kakashi repeated, his head still turned towards me as he continued to clean the plate in his hand.

"No?" I answered, more unsure of the answer that should it be referred to as a question.

"Then we have no need to eat fish," he concluded with a satisfied atmosphere that I could feel the smugness radiating from his form triggering me to a level of irritation.

"Not even eels? Prawns? You are telling me no prawn fried bread?" I asked, my hands on my hips. The role of possible couple going out of the window in the need to change into the role of a mother scolding her child from avoiding eating healthy food. Not that prawn fried bread falls under that category. But still.

Kakashi waited, looked up and the ceiling and through his mask I saw his mouth open a close a couple of times.

"Prawns I can deal with," he acquiesced.

Rolling my eyes I turned to a cupboard to get out the frying pan.

"Full fry up sound good to you?" I asked, not actually caring for the answer, still slightly annoyed with his childish attitude.

"I think you are spoiling me too much. Soon I'm going to need a bento for the missions as I won't be able to eat the ration packs." Kakashi said blithely next to me where he was leaning on the adjacent counter.

"You've said that before and I'm sure you were fine," I turned my face away, allowing my hair to screen it from the pervert's gaze as I fluttered my eyes flustered.

"Put these in the toaster would you?" I said gruffly, not once looking up at his face, passing the four pieces of white bread to the lazy man. I knew once I did, the crimson would never leave my face again.

Kakashi huffed as if it was the hardest thing to do but ended up doing it anyway as he put them in with a lazy grace.

"How many rashers of bacon do you want? What about eggs? Sausages?" I asked never turning my focused gaze from pouring oil in the pan, and opening the nearby fridge to gain my supplies to be fried.

"I'm feeling…" Kakashi hmmed as he decided, stepping closer to me than what I felt necessary after the mishap that had occurred that morning as he perused the options. "Double of everything you're having."

Slowly I turned my stare to him disbelieving. "You're not serious are you?"

He gave me that familiar eye crinkle and a knot that I didn't know that I had in my stomach loosened and went away as I felt the positive energy coming from him.

He ruffled my hair, the contact sending my system into a spaz.

"Finally you look at me," he ribbed, his eye holding the amusement of a child. "Here I was thinking you were going to avoid looking at me ever again."

He tousled my hair one more time.

I batted it away, now in annoyance that barely covered up my embarrassment at having been caught out by him.

"Okay, okay, you had your fun," I groused. "Now what would you like for breakfast?"

"Two eggs, four rashers of bacon, three sausages, at least one ladle of baked beans, two hash browns and if we have it, a couple slices of black pudding, if you please," Kakashi rattled off his order to me at such a fast pace that I barely had time to register the toast popping up shockingly behind him. "Oh and two pieces of fried bread please."

I gaped at him until I heard a slightly burning smell and I quickly averted my attention from him, more worried about food than anything else. I needed to keep up my reputation of being a good cook, you know.

I smiled to myself as I thought about when I won a competition for the first time for my baked goods. How little Neil, barely four years old, had tottered after me as he came with me to examine all the different competitors.

How Susie followed me too albeit more sullen as she wasn't into the cooking side of things. Although she couldn't be blamed as she had recently come second in the art competition in the next tent over, leaving her feeling a little demoralised.

I giggled to myself just thinking of all the village festivals around the farm that used to happen.

Kakashi looked up from his book that I hadn't noticed him whip out and nudged me in the side to get my attention.

"What?" such a simple question, yet it was something I couldn't answer him. He already knew I was lying about some things but I didn't want him to think our entire friendship was just a means to an end.

"Oh!" I pretended to gasp. "I think I remembered something!"

Secretly, I cringed at the falseness of my tone and wished for my A* in Drama GCSE to finally kick in as Kakashi looked over at me dubiously, his ninja senses were probably reaching out to him to inform him that I had just indeed, lied.

At the remembrance that he was in fact a ninja, someone who was trained in the art of lying, I quickly turned from him to ensure that the bacon and sausages and pudding would have my full attention.

"Well? What was it?" Kakashi probed, the earlier suspicion gone as he asked, his finger mimicking his tone into my ribs.

I squirmed to get away from him, my hands never leaving their tight grip of the pan and the fish slice. "Careful!"

"Well, tell me," Kakashi whined, his elbows propped on the counter next to me as he turned, his face fitted adorably into cupped hands as he peered endearingly up at me.

I puffed some air out of my mouth, causing the hairs framing my face to fan upwards in an attempt at the Mexican wave.

"Fine! I thought I remembered when I first got into baking. I was with my family, I think, and we were walking around these tents and walking in I saw that my name was there first prize for every single one. There was a," I failed to restrain the little nostalgic smile that popped to my face at the thought of little Nathaniel. "little toddler, my brother, possibly, and he was clinging to my leg like a monkey to its mother. It was a little smokey around the edges and I thought to myself that I couldn't be…" I broke off, trying to beat down the lump in my throat.

I was going to finish with: I couldn't be happier.

Which was oh, so true. I felt the pain of the waterworks about to come on again, so I rapidly tried to remain focused on the meal again.

Could I try and be happy after Susie died? Was I allowed to move on from her death? After she gave her life to let mine be saved?

What would she even think of Kakashi?

I almost wanted to sob at her most likely sardonic tone.

"Yeah, nothing says romance like a guy in it to steal your knickers," she would give an eye roll on the mirror of my face before snorting as she turned back to the latest edition of Kerrang!

I continued to focus on the spitting oil pan.

Thankfully, Kakashi seemed to realised this was a sore spot and ignored my reaction.

"How much longer?" he asked after the comfortable silence had set in again, me watching the meat sizzle while Kakashi imagined the flare in the romance in his novel.

"'Bout five more minutes, if you want to go set the table," I ordered rather than requested.

"Yes, mother," Kakashi grumbled as he reluctantly slumped his way over to the mismatched table and chairs as he began to clean up the night before's devastation that Kakashi didn't get around to cleaning earlier.

It was strange, my reaction to the two words. One, I was happy that we could go on to joking like usual, in fact I welcomed that he called me something in the platonic sense that I could almost forget that shower indiscretion.

But on the other hand, I hated it. I mean, did I really not have that much sex appeal, other than when I am naked? I mean, really?

A touch below the belt, I would say.

Finishing everything off, I turned to bring the frying pan over to the table where I continued to serve up Kakashi's frankly worrying breakfast and delivered my smaller portion while I was there.

Placing the frying pan in the sink for later, I unseeingly, looked to the clock, and I shrieked.

I ran to the table, bolting down all my food which couldn't be healthy and I raced to the bed room to pick up my uniform that I would change into at the café.

"There are left overs in the fridge if you want anything for lunch and I'll have to do another food run soon so maybe put a list on what you want on the table. I'll do that later." I called through the kitchen doorway hurriedly as I rinsed out my mouth with water to begin to brush my teeth. Shoving my toothpaste laden brush into my mouth I began to briskly rub my teeth. "Oh can you also put your dirty laundry by the washing machine, I'll also do that later!" I shouted around my frothy mouthful. I spat into the sink, brushing the foam from the corners of my mouth hurriedly, I turned to my makeup bag to apply the bare minimum.

"What was that?" the voice right in the bathroom doorway asked, causing me to jump and my eyeliner to squiggle down my face.

"Jesus Kakashi!" I scolded, picking up a makeup wipe to clean the black monstrosity from my face with a growl. "All I said was put your dirty laundry by the washing machine and I'll do it later!"

When the normal steady hand kept dodging the eye lid in my rush, I threw it down in impatience, into my bag as I turned to just adding it when I had the first batches of confectionary going.

"Who's Jesus?"

"Fuck it," I groaned as I pushed passed the unmoving grey haired man, turning left to go to the door where my trainers were. It was going to be another late day.

Shoving my feet in with all the grace of a sloth, I held onto the door behind me for support as I tried to rush further. I was almost out of the door before I realised I still needed my keys and my uniform!

I gave a muffled screech of frustration and was about to run back when there were two hands sticking out, one with my uniform, the other with my key.

Giving a grateful smile to the much abused pervert, I leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek as I rushed out.

Not even seeing the stunned look as Kakashi brought a hand up to his cheek.

…o0o…

Why would she do that? Kakashi thought to himself as he saw the door shut in his face in the early morning light.

What was her ulterior motive? Was there even one? Kakashi mused as he turned back to the kitchen to eat in peace, tugging his sleep mask off.

He breathed a sigh of relief. It was nice, once in a while to get the fabric off his face.

If people weren't so inquisitive about it, he wouldn't wear one at all. In fact, the whole wearing the mask thing was more of a matter of principle. If that nameless face when he was younger hadn't challenged him that he couldn't keep the mask on all the time, well… the entirety of Konoha would know what he looked like.

While that shinobi had probably been and gone by this point, it was another form of remembrance to him since he didn't know his name and couldn't run his finger over his name on the memorial stone.

Sliding into his chair and picking up his knife and fork again, he began to eat his meal, albeit in a slower pace than his roommate, he thought with a chuckle. But then another foe came through.

There was a quiet, Kakashi noticed.

When he lived alone, he didn't have this problem. When he was alone, his flat was his sanctuary away from people unless he decided to entertain guests of the sexual sort. Where the peace was what he craved, was what he needed after a mission filled with adrenaline and screams of pain and horror.

It was silent and that was what bothered him.

He wouldn't change jobs for the world, for he knew that if he didn't do it, someone else would. One with families left to grieve. Mothers and fathers; brothers and sisters; children and lovers. Wasted.

All mourning the loss of a life that had much more left to give if he had stayed in the family bakers, if she had decided to continue to work in the café, none of this would have happened.

Now though, Kakashi had actually someone to have at his sanctuary like a monk maintaining the temple. But he couldn't decide if it was a welcome addition or not. It wasn't like he disliked Jenny's company, on the contrary, he found her delightful, with her cooking and her perverted side especially.

But he just didn't expect the woman he would be coming home to was a woman of questionable alibies and not his girlfriend at that point in time. Greeted with peacock plume hair rather than candy floss.

A complete contradiction.

Finishing the meal with a smack of his lips, Kakashi pondered at the ceiling.

He should have probably gone to see Sakura last night to say he was back from the mission, but it slipped his mind as soon as he was greeted by the blue whirlwind that was Jenny. Everything to do with the pink haired kunoichi completely slipped his mind as he was overwhelmed with Jenny's exuberance. Eating the mouth-watering food created by passion, by everything his roommate could offer.

He supposed that he could go find Sakura later, because for now, there was an empty bed that had his name on it. Literally.

He didn't want people stealing the bed sheets.

…o0o…

Even when I was extremely late to work, I still managed to get the first batch done and then some and get my make-up performed to its usual standards. It was a lot of multi-tasking, but I believed I achieved the best.

In fact, Ino was so happy with the quality of the baked goods that she allowed me to go onto the floor to serve the customers, however I was still limited to working as a barista.

The crunch and grind of coffee beans and their aroma… heavenly. The diffusion of my baked goods sent the men who occupied the room drooling, their eyes hungrily tracing the forms of Ino and I, itching to see which of us would bring out the next tray of confectionary.

When they finally figured out that I was the one that baked the tastiness…that was when the compliments and dates started to arrive.

The first time I coquettishly batted my eye lashes and promised the vague idea that I would go out with him if he bought some more of the display or pull in more customers. He then proceeded to buy two cakes and half of the batch of cookies as he darted out the door, laden with his sales.

I saw him convincing women (I noticed) and tried to turn the men away until the other males determinedly tried to get a taste of the food and when he didn't, they stormed in and halted in the door when they saw Ino and I, in our scandalous maid outfits greeting them with a sickening sweet "Welcome, master."

I never saw so much money being made.

But all that was said and done, that day I wanted Kakashi to come in, with an appreciative sniff and perch himself on the stool in front of the counter.

"What does a man have to do to get some food here?" that dark chocolate voice asked innocently behind me.

Startled, I almost spilt hot coffee on my arm. Thinking that my hallucination had become real, I turned around, fearing that it was true, instead, I saw him slouched in the chair, his book in the air in front of his face.

"What have I told you about sneaking up on people?" I scolded, dabbing at the coffee which had managed to get on the skin of my chest, which let me tell you, hurt like a bitch.

He gave me an eye crinkle as a response. "You have never criticised me on any such matter."

I rolled my eyes and told him to wait a second as I served the customers behind him.

Bringing a tray of coffee and confectionary I turned to the table of salivating men.

"One ginseng and lemon, two earl greys, one peppermint and who here is guilty of the latte in this weather?" I asked teasingly and the shy guy hiding in possibly the only dark corner of the brightly lit café, held up his hand half-heartedly while his friends jeered good naturedly.

I beamed as I looked him over. Obviously was around my age, but I could deal with that minor setback in terms of him not being older than me.

Rocking the shy and silent type, black flopping hair and square glasses, a white shirt and black tie in a loosened knot around his neck, suggested he had recently come back from work, maybe was taking a break?

The fact that the latte was a coffee meant late nights. No one wanted coffee in the midday sun. Likewise, I deduced this because his coffee was in a to-go cup. Probably had to leave to get some work done.

Placing the drink in front of him, I nervously tucked a non-existent strand of hair behind my ear and pretended to look shyly up at him.

Seeing what he thought was nervousness, the man was reassured and gave me a smile with a small 'thank you'.

"If any of you need anything else just call me over," I pretended to have to force a smile because of how nervous I was.

I also made sure I made eye contact with the shy man and linger my gaze a mite of a second too long before turning and walking away to Kakashi again.

Grabbing a rag from the drawer under the coffee machine, I began to wipe down the surface that was cluttered with stray tea leaves.

"So what was that about?" I heard Kakashi ask behind me.

I looked over my shoulder and gave him an innocent look.

"But whatever do you mean?" I asked, pouting, trying to look as adorable as possible.

Kakashi just gave me a look over the lip of his orange porn book that had no need for words as the message was clear: don't-pretend-that-we-both-know-that-you-just-pretended-to-be-shy-to-get-with-that-guy-over-there-who-just-ordered-the-latte.

It was that kind of look.

He had very, very detailed looks.

I huffed as I rolled my eyes. "Come on Kakashi, it's not like-"

"THERE YOU ARE!" a girlish screech came from the door.

I looked over his shoulder and blanched as I realised who it was.

"YOU HAVE BEEN BACK AN ENTIRE DAY AND YOU DIDN'T COME AND SEE ME?!"

I winced and there were a couple of oooo's from the audience and giving a look at Kakashi, I quickly ducked into the kitchen.

"YET YOU COME AND SEE HER?"

I grabbed the nearest clean bowl as I began to make a cheese cake for the next day, trying to ignore the loud voice of Sakura in the other room. I could barely discern the answer from Kakashi which was little more than a couple of mumbles.

"I DON'T CARE IF-MMMFHHG!" Sakura's shrieking voice was suddenly cut off and from the crowd that was probably watching, I heard 'awwhhhh'.

Curious, I stepped out from my haven and halted at the scene.

There Kakashi was, in the middle of the room, his hands cupping Sakura's face as he lay a big cloth covered kiss on her mouth.

My mouth dropped open.

Kakashi? Giving PDA? Holy shit!

That shit just. Doesn't. Happen.

If he was going to tell me some bullshit story later on how it was the only way out of the situation, I was going to throw something.

The violent emotion got caught in my throat and I clasped it in confusion.

I wasn't exactly happy with this development, yet I wasn't exactly angry either. It was really weird.

As they left the shop, no word of goodbye from either of them, I stood there dumbly before I turned myself to try and regain my calmness in the kitchen.

…o0o…

I yawned as I finally fell through the door of the flat, lugging my uniform and my bag in with me.

I don't know why I expected it but to find that the pervert wasn't waiting for me like I thought was disheartening as I finally plopped down on the broken sofa.

"Kakashi?" I called, just to make sure that I couldn't hear his normal shufflings around the flat. But then again, I thought, he is a ninja, so I probably wouldn't hear him, especially if he didn't want me to.

Heeling off my trainers, I massaged the balls of my feet where my mind wandered to another time Kakashi did this for me. I sighed.

This was just pitiful.

I resolved myself to do something useful by the time Kakashi came home, I heaved myself back up to go to the washing machine where, surprisingly, Kakashi had bundled up all his dirty laundry and what I assume, attempted to put them in whites and colours.

'Attempted' being the operative word.

Chuckling to myself, I began to re-sort the pile and after that was done, I then brought my pile of clothes in.

Seeing the differences in sizes, I felt the now familiar anger at Sakura coming fresh to my mind, seeing that none of my clothes were as nice as the first lot I had bought.

Although I couldn't hold to this grudge for long, it appeared this was one of my records for ever being angry at someone.

I rubbed my forehead tiredly.

All I wanted to do right then was go to bed and sleep but I still needed to make Kakashi some kind of dinner for later, something he can reheat. That was if I could be bothered.

After finishing loading the washing machine, I pushed my legs under me as I staggered to the kitchen where I saw all the washing up had been done and then a paper filled with all the food I needed to buy.

Looking at it, my mouth tightened in distaste. Clearly Kakashi wasn't thinking straight enough to actually have me make anything nice.

Resolving myself to making a sandwich for dinner, knowing all the while I was too lazy but I made Kakashi one too to try and rectify the situation. The tomato chutney, cheese and lettuce kind of sandwich on soft white bread.

Mmmm, just thinking about it was giving me food envy. So with the speed of being a baker at Ino's cosplay café, I sliced, diced and lay out my ingredients until finally I had made my dinner and wrapped Kakashi's in cling film to be placed in his almost empty fridge.

Going into the living room and avoiding the different paraphernalia of being both a ninja and a reader, I placed my plate on the low table as I went to my bag by the door for my book that Kakashi had recently lent me and settled down to wait for when Kakashi finally came home.

…o0o…

Kakashi lifted Sakura's shirt in a frenzy to get closer to her skin and finally when her breasts popped free, he lowered his head and began to suckle. Running his tongue over and under her nipples being sure to give promising bites every now and then, causing Sakura to gasp and haul his head closer to her heaving cleavage.

Sliding the hands that were resting innocently on her hips, Kakashi allowed one to slide up next to where his head was residing while the other reached down to Sakura's thigh where he hoisted it suddenly high on his hip, resulting in Sakura and him to lose balance.

Right on to Sakura's bed.

Kakashi groaned, when he felt the soft breasts jiggle in his face and couldn't hold back the need to bury himself in the soft bed that was Sakura's chest.

Sakura whined and lifted her pelvis in a not so subtle plea, which was also aided in Sakura's hands sliding up and under his shirt, reaching for his chest pectorals.

Kakashi held in the gasp that was threatening in the back of his throat and felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

When did this happen?

His left hand that had been roughly massaging Sakura's breast started to slow, even triggering Sakura to writhe even more.

The wriggles then sparked a sense of knowing from the grey haired man. It was almost like Jenny that very morning where she fell straight on top of him, her chest had given him a tinsy feel of what they'd be like on his face.

Other than her chest being marred by the star shape scar just above her right breast, the skin of her breasts were flawless as was shown that very morning.

Kakashi shook his head to remove the image, unconsciously motor boating Sakura's chest causing her to giggle in delight.

He needed to stop thinking about Jenny whenever he was having sex with Sakura. It was just plain rude.

But what would Jenny do if he…?

Sakura wriggled again as Kakashi moved down to lap in her belly button. He expected Jenny would arch into his mouth, hooking her legs over his shoulders in a desperation for his touch...

Kakashi gave himself a mental slap. Stop thinking about Jenny!

"Kakashi?" Sakura asked hesitantly, soft hands cradled his face.

His head snapped up, looking at her inquisitively.

Her face was flushed from their foreplay and her chest was heaving from exertion.

"You, okay?" she asked.

Kakashi cocked his head to the side inquisitively.

"You kind of just… stopped is all," Sakura finished lamely.

With a start, Kakashi realised that he had stopped in his attempt to shake the blue haired girl out of his head, he determinedly met the green eyed stare with his own and resolved to not think about the person-who-shall-not-be-named for a blissful, orgasmic filled half an hour.

…o0o…

It was late.

I knew it was late.

Hell, even the clock was telling me it was late, its red numbers blaring out at me accusingly, telling me to go to bed, I had work in four hours.

One eye was on the door, the other barely reading the page in front of me, just waiting for the handle of the front door to pull down in a sneer as it would let its resident in.

But blearily I stayed up past eleven.

Twelve.

One.

But the last thing I remembered was my head falling tiredly on the sofa's cushion, despite the hole in the body and wishing that he would just come through that door, an eye crinkle on his masked face.

…o0o…

About third of the way through!