Chapter 28: New Bloom
A/N: Oh. My. Gosh. I am so sorry that took longer than usual. I wanted to get this out earlier. I was sitting on 3000 words for like two weeks. But thank you for all of your patience, and thank you for all of your support. I would like to give a little bit of a disclaimer though: I wrote most of this under the influence of alcohol so I hope there aren't too many problems... Let's just say that even though people had me go out, all I really wanted to do was write. I'm impatient to get this out, so I'll go over it again later. Enjoy!
"Katsuyu-sama," Sakura whispered, kneeling on a thick branch, hidden behind the shade of the tree leaves. "What's the status of the Ninken?"
Katsuyu wiggled on the Sakura's neck, on the space just beneath her ear, protruding just enough to peer out of Sakura's makeshift hood.
"Kakashi-sama's summons was completed approximately 7 minutes ago. Pakkun is relaying an ETA to the general location in an estimated 1 minute."
"Good," Sakura replied, gripping onto the main bough of the tree, peering over the entrance of the administration building at a distance. "Send this exact location. I want to get them in the building somehow."
Katsuyu was silent.
Sakura watched from behind the leaves, observing Sayuri and Masuyo walk slowly and quietly into the three story administration building, his arm loosely around her shoulder as if he were guiding her. It had not been difficult to catch up to them. Sayuri's house was approximately 15 minutes away from the school grounds at regular walking speed, but Sayuri and Masuyo were strolling slowly. His hand had never left Sayuri's body, even with the side-glances and whispers of villagers as they passed.
It had been easier to hide too; despite the strong glow of the golden hour, the sun was beginning to set. It had been getting darker much earlier after the winter solstice, and as such, shadows were splattered across town. The shadows, of course, were the perfect playground for Sakura during her pursuit.
As if on cue, Pakkun materialized at Sakura's side the moment Sayuri and Masuyo entered the building and was out of site.
"I thought I asked for two ninken," Sakura said amusedly, glancing down at the familiar presence.
Pakkun snorted and wagged his tail, remaining in an alerted stance. "I'm skilled enough for two ninken. Besides, we've been waiting around for weeks and all I've been hearing are the complaints of pups. Did you really think I was going to give up the action to another dog? Besides, my tracking ability is the strongest of the pack."
"I guess I can't blame you," Sakura replied, looking away from Pakkun with a smirk. "Alright, here's the plan. I'm going to have you get into my bag. I'll walk up to the counter, put the bag down, and your job will be to run off and scout the building. Find Sayuri and Masuyo. Sniff out what you can."
"What is it with you and Kakashi? You always want to cage me in one of those things."
"Well this time it's necessary. Katsuyu-sama, can you see anything?"
"No," she replied. "As far as I can tell, we are walking up a flight of stairs. Sakura-san, I sense chakra here… It's getting stronger as we ascend."
Sakura exhaled sharply and grunted, "That means we have to move quickly. Let's go."
Quickly scooping Pakkun into her bag, she muttered not to move, and then swiftly slid down the base of the tree. She double-checked to ensure she was not seen, and once she was on her feet, she removed Sayuri's cardigan from her hair and began to walk.
"Sakura-san," Katsuyu whispered.
"Not now. It'll just be a moment," Sakura replied quietly, just before entering the administration door.
As soon as she was in, she surveyed the lobby. It was empty, just as she suspected on a mid-quarter Tuesday. As she approached the counter, Sakura saw the saw same disinterested attendant sat at the registration desk with his nose buried in a book.
"Hello, excuse me," she began cordially, carefully bending down to drop her bag and then straightened herself. She saw Pakkun wiggle out of the canvas bag and run swiftly to the hall through her peripheral vision.
"How can I help you?" the attendant sighed, flopping his book onto the counter and leaning on his hand with a spiritless demeanor.
"Ah, well you see… my husband was thinking of taking a break from his course." Sakura smiled hesitantly, playing the role of someone who was embarrassed about revealing such information. "We were thinking that only one of us should enroll and that the other should work-you know, finances and all that."
"Uh-huh," the attendant replied dully. Sakura briefly wondered why the school decided to hire someone like this.
"How can I unenroll him?"
The attendant removed his chin from the palm of his hand and leaned forward on both elbows. "Well, miss, we're in the middle of a quarter. No refunds, obviously. All you have to do is not register him for another class next quarter."
Sakura suddenly felt Katsuyu wiggling almost violently on her neck. Katsuyu was trying to get her attention. She smiled with her eyes closed, not listening to a word the man was saying.
"If he really wants to stop," continued the attendant. "He could just stop showing up-"
"Ah, is that all?" she interrupted with a chuckle. "Alright, thanks. Bye!" And then Sakura picked up her bag and swiftly made her way towards the exit.
As soon as she was outside, the stern look returned on her face. She walked calmly away from the building, blending in so as not to draw attention to herself, and back towards the original tree.
"What's wrong, Katsuyu-sama?"
"There's a chakra barrier."
"What?" Sakura asked, clearly alarmed, jumping onto a shadowed branch.
How could there be a barrier? How were we unable to detect it?
Sakura instantly understood that long-term chakra suppression must have impeded her ability to effectively scan. How could she scan for chakra without releasing some of her own to widen the scope?
"I was able to move to the very edge of the canvas. I believe that Masuyo occupies the top floor. There were two large wooden doors at the top and the barrier is behind them."
"... Could you get in?"
Sakura already knew the answer.
"No. Masuyo was channeling his chakra through Sayuri to allow her through the barrier… and as soon they walked through the barrier, I dematerialized."
"Were you suppressing your chakra?"
"Of course, Sakura-sama… but… I can't ensure that there wasn't a remnant of residual chakra upon the forced dissipation. If there was, it should have faded quickly, but that depends on how adept of a shinobi Masuyo is."
A thousand questions were running through Sakura's mind at that moment. Masuyo's identity, Sayuri's safety, the chakra barrier, Pakkun's location, their undercover status, further infiltration…
"Sakura-san," Katsuyu continued. "Please remember that I have been summoned here and I am maintained through your chakra… so if a signature was left behind, it would have been yours."
She was right. Sakura muttered profanity under her breath and quickly decided to flee from the premises. If Masuyo was a high-level shinobi, and he must be to erect a low-emitting chakra barrier, he might be able to scan and locate the source of the chakra if Sakura wasn't careful.
As this realization hit her, she knew to cover her head once again with Sayuri's navy cardigan. Once it had been fastened, Sakura left the area.
As Sakura nimbly jumped from tree to tree, she instructed Katsuyu to relay information to Kakashi with a stern face. "Katsuyu-sama, inform Kakashi of what happened here and why I had to leave. Let him know that Pakkun is still on the premises and we have no way of communicating with him. If he can, he needs to get here as soon as possible and camp out for Sayuri's exit. Send another ninken to Sayuri's house, and perhaps another one to monitor the path from the administration building to her home."
"Got it."
The moment Kakashi left the restroom to receive Katsuyu's message, he made sure to sigh a little bit louder, to make a little more mistakes than usual, to stare out into space as if he were zoning out.
This time, Kakashi kicked over a bucket of water as he walked, spilling the contents all over the floor.
"Oh, shit!" Kakashi exclaimed apologetically, quickly picking up the bucket and scrambling to find the mop. He wondered if his feigned clumsiness looked too forced. "I'm so sorry…"
"Takashi-san, is something on your mind?Have you been tired since class ended? Boring poetry session?" asked Zenhichi, watching Kakashi hastily mop up the mess.
"Ah, no-" Kakashi replied, sheepishly raised an arm in fake dismissal, then kicking the bucket again as he moved to put weight on his other leg.
"Hmm…" Zenhichi hummed, "You're not usually this clumsy and you've been zoning out a little." He reached to take the mop from Kakashi.
"Zenhichi-san, please. Let me. I can do it." Kakashi attempted to take the mop back, but put in little effort. This conversation was proceeding as planned.
"Listen, get it off your chest. If something is bothering you, it's clearly affecting your work. Tell me about it, I'm all ears." Zenhichi then looked away, waiting silently as he began to mop the floor.
Kakashi left a final moment of silence, pretending to portray a sense of pride between men.
"Is it Haruna-san? Everything okay at home?"
Sighing, Kakashi conceded and decided to run with that topic. What would affect Zenhichi the most?
"It's just that she hasn't been feeling well. She's been sick and nauseous lately," Kakashi replied, leaning against the counter and placing a hand over his forehead in an attempt to seem deeply concerned. "This morning she looked pale, yet she insisted on going to her practice session today. She should be home by now, but I am a little worried about her, to be honest…"
Zenhichi straightened his posture looking at Kakashi with a sly smile, eyes glistening.
"Zenhichi-san?" Kakashi asked, pretending to be ignorant to his conclusion.
"Takashi-san," he spoke encouragingly. "Sickness like that could be a blessing."
Almost abruptly, Zenhichi was setting the mop aside with a grin, gloving his hand, and grabbing a slab of chicken meat from the refrigerator.
"Go home to your wife. Make her strong with some chicken porridge."
"Zenhichi-san," Kakashi responded with wide eyes, attempting to seem as though he couldn't accept this proposal.
"You're a hard-working man, Takashi-san. I'd love to see you become a family man… and if you ever need to leave to take care of your wife again, don't hesitate to tell me."
And with that, Zenhichi extended his hand to offer the wrapped chicken and had a proud look on his face.
Kakashi smiled in gratitude, taking the chicken with a bow. "Thank you."
"Get out of here."
"See you Friday," said Kakashi. He then quickly removed his apron, hung it on the rack, and then eagerly made his way out of the door, listening to the jingle of the bell as he exited.
As soon as Kakashi was out of the building and turned the corner, he produced one sharp whistle. Then he stuffed his hands into his pockets and disappeared. Kakashi made sure to blink into the nearest tree, exerting a minimal amount of chakra to get there, waiting for the ninken to arrive from the call of his whistle.
Katsuyu slithered up and placed herself by Kakashi's ear. "That was smooth," she said.
Kakashi simply hummed in response as she continued. "How will you plan to tell Sakura that your employers will think she's pregnant?"
"I'll figure it out," he dismissed, crouching on the branch and leaning against the bough. "It worked didn't it? He ate it up."
"That's true," she agreed.
At that moment, Akino appeared beside Kakashi's leg, panting happily to be reporting for duty.
"Ah… Akino, nice to see you. It's been awhile."
"Kakashi," Akino barked quietly, his tan coat seeming freshly washed under his navy Konoha sweater, and his eyes still hidden behind small canine shades.
"News from Sakura?" Kakashi asked.
"She successfully left the premises and is en route to the apartment to ensure minimal opportunities for chakra exposure," replied Katsuyu.
"And Pakkun, Akino?"
Upon hearing his name, Akino sat abruptly and wagged his tail. "Pakkun has located Sayuri behind a wooden door and is keeping track of the new male target. He says the chakra barrier does not contain scent but he has been unable to find a way in." As he concluded his report, Akino's tongue hang out of his mouth, panting in heavy breaths.
Kakashi closed his eyes and crossed his arms. He was thinking, calculating, pondering over possibilities.
Just who was Masuyo Hisashi and what was his goal here? Why did he need a chakra barrier? Why was he running an art school, of all places?
"Kakashi-sama," Katsuyu called. "Sakura wants you to be on the lookout for Sayuri and Masuyo."
Kakashi nodded, eyes remained closed as he exhaled.
This could be it. They could finally gather some insight if they just followed Masuyo… or if they could get into that room somehow.
He'd have to send a scroll to Shikamaru asking for assistance; Kakashi did not possess a jutsu to undo a barrier.
And if not Shikamaru then….
Sasuke.
Maybe he could see something or swap himself within the room.
His brow instantly furrowed at the thought of Sasuke's return and involvement, no matter how inevitable he knew that outcome was… but this was a mission after all, and it had to come before his feelings.
Everything else could be resolved separately.
"Yosh," Kakashi exclaimed in a pseudo-excited tone, appearing to be chipper despite himself.
"Akino, I'd like you to station yourself around the perimeter of Sayuri's house. I'm assuming Pakkun had you briefed ahead of time of which scents to track. Where's Bisuke?"
"Available," Akino barked in reply.
"He's the second smallest dog. Send him to monitor the trail between the school and her house. He's to stay hidden. No ninken-in-training. This is a job for the big boys. We can't afford any chakra slip-ups."
Akino snuffed and barked softly in acceptance. He was seated, waiting for Kakashi's signal to break.
"Let's go. We have a shinobi to track."
And within a millisecond, they were off—only the swirl of leaves and unsettled dust hovering where they once stood.
Kakashi sat absently on a thick branch of an even larger bough. He found small speckles of dirt from a boot and a tiny paw print which he presumed to be Pakkun's.
With his heightened sense of smell, he discovered Sakura's lingering scent, leading him to the conclusion that this was precisely that spot that she had been watching from before she departed.
And it was a good tree—the entry to the building was a clear shot away from it and yet the hideaway remained shrouded by an appropriate amount of leaves and shadow.
He had been there for three hours. The sun had completely set and at this point, the sky was a deep bule, slowly revealing more and more stars as the time passed. The administration building had long locked up. The lazy attendant walked sluggishly home, nose buried in his book, and one by one, unfamiliar secretarial employees exited the building until the last had turned to lock the glass door.
All lights were off and all windows were dark—save for one at the very top left corner of the building. It was curtained by some heavy velvety material, allowing no light through other than the faint glowing ring illuminating the edges.
This observation had caused Katsuyu to stir and she readily volunteered to make her way across the courtyard to listen, but Kakashi had declined for the sake of ensuring that Sakura's chakra remain undetectable. It were mere precaution, but an important one, at that.
Besides, Pakkun was in there somewhere, sniffing and surely listening for conversation to the best of his ability.
Since the discovery of the window, he had simply been waiting for something to stir. He had been idle for hours, leaning against a tree as he had done for years in Konoha, either napping or reading Icha Icha.
This time, however, his favorite past time had not been spent absently. Instead, Kakashi's mind was constantly drawn back to the thought of Sakura as her scent wafted in the breeze. This was a new occurrence, as he realized that in his older years, the experience of longing was not something he was accustomed to—at least, not this type of longing.
Sure, he had thought back to his fallen companions from time to time, speculating on what life would have been like if they lived. He had wondered often about Naruto's leadership, hoping—praying, even, to whatever higher power—that Konoha would not burn down as a result. Occasionally, he'd have a more carnal craving for a woman. Most of the time, he would not indulge. Most of the women his age had already settled down and had established families. Some were widowed, yet Kakashi could not find himself drawn to them. The ones that hadn't, however, had been too shy or bashful to approach him. He figured that many women might consider a Hokage untouchable; after all, generations of Hokage had remained in whatever marital status they entered the position in. Tsunade, as beautiful and as powerful of a woman as she was, had been a prime example of that.
In the rare times that he would fulfill his desire, it had always been through a younger woman—one who had been struck by his title and rank, and perhaps found pleasure in the prospect of being taken by a man of his stature. And once, there was even a woman—perhaps a little older than Sakura had been at the time—that made a reoccurring appearance.
He had met her in the park during one of his afternoon strolls, temporarily escaping the persistent nag of assistants and advisors that seemed to plague his office. She had been sitting on a bench, reading some romance novel. They had conversed for awhile, particularly about the contents of their respective hardcover books, naturally leading to the question: "Rokudaime-sama, forgive me for asking but… are you seeing anyone?"
That moment had been his in and he'd taken it. Their rendezvous remained secret, and he had engaged with her at least 5 times more. It had ended when she found herself wanting more than the occasional romp—he just wasn't drawn to a relationship in that way. He had too much on his plate as the Hokage, and he couldn't bring himself to commit to something else.
She appeared to understand despite the look of disappointment. He had been sure to send her a single flower afterwards to apologize in some way, and had not seen her again since. A relationship was just not on his list of priorities, even after he had stepped down from leadership. It just wasn't part of who he was.
Now, however, Sakura's presence and scent stirred him in an unfamiliar way. He longed for her—not just sexually, but in every way. He simply wanted to see her, to hold her, to hear her laugh. He wanted to be beside her in all ways.
Of course, that carnal urge for her had been ever-present since that first night on the couch—perhaps longer if he was truthful. Since that night that she returned from Sasuke, they had spooned and cuddled openly through their slumber. And since that night on the counter, when they had established some sort of teasing game, it seems to him that Sakura almost wiggled against him in the mornings, slowly rubbing him with her hips. She would almost moan as she awoke, then stretch and arch her back as her bottom protruded directly onto his groin, which he was certain was an attempt to disguise the intention of turning him on. He figured she liked the feeling of his desire for her—and he didn't mind it at all.
With his thoughts trailing away into dirtiness, his mind shifting back to something just as entertaining: Zenhichi would certainly run to Fujiko with the news that Haruna might be pregnant.
Kakashi laughed quietly against the tree, thinking of how excited she would be and imagining all the ways in which their elderly companions would dote over Sakura as if she were their own family.
The idea warmed his chest. And then a wicked thought crossed his mind—the game! This was absolutely prime material to tease her with. A smirk accompanied his thoughts of execution.
Yet with that dirty thought came the fond speculation of a life in which Sakura could be the mother of his child… And the realization that Kakashi had truly become another man dawned on him. Never before had he considered or even desired to see a silver-haired child in his arms, and even more exciting was the image of the child looked at him with green eyes.
His mind wandered to some piece he had been urged to write in class not too long ago. He peered at the abandoned doorway of the administration building, checking for activity before digging a small paper notebook out of his back pocket. He skimmed quickly through the pages in search of one poem…
Endless winter kept emerald captive, rain drowning deep roots
the graying bough was without fruit - Yet the frozen wind
laughed harshly as it stole all life from its branches
leaving nothing but the shroud of loneliness in its wake.
Kakashi scoffed bitterly at his work, his head knocked lightly against the back of the tree. Even if his sensei praised his efforts, Kakashi knew he was terrible at poetry. It had no meter, no structure, no purpose but emotion. It was corny, no more masterful than Jiraiya had ever been in his erotica… It was clearly an amateur's attempt, but Kakashi had to admit that it was somewhat of a cathartic release.
With Sakura's scent still lingering in his nose, he wondered if he should amend the poem. Would he write about spring's arrival? A single blossom at the tip of a branch? Should he revive hope?
Kakashi couldn't help but feel as though adding to the poem would turn it into something further from the truth…
Spring, he thought, comes and goes. As would Sakura.
He slapped the covers shut and placed the notebook upon his thigh.
The branch would be barren again. She was not his to bloom for.
A light tapping noise and the persistent sound of panting caused Kakashi to open a single eye.
A few inches from his extended foot was Bisuke, his golden brown ninken with a dark chocolate color on his ears and eyes. He gave a cute, muted bark—Bisuke was not one of the communication dogs, but his tracking ability was of the same caliber as the rest.
Kakashi knew, however, that Bisuke was attempting to alert him of Sayuri's approach. He must've been bored, waiting patiently for some action, resulting in the excited notification in front of him.
"She's finally moving, eh?" Kakashi leaned forward onto his knees and shifted his glance towards the door.
In hardly a moment, Sayuri had emerged from the glass door, looking extraordinarily pale and lifeless. Her eyes stared ahead of her blankly and she was walking almost robotically. She seemed as though she just placed under the mysterious hypnosis.
Kakashi snapped his fingers, ordering Bisuke to follow her as originally intended. The dog disappeared without a word.
As Kakashi moved to crouch on his feet, he considered engaging with Sayuri… perhaps running into her as though he were taking a quiet stroll alone. Yet he quickly dismissed the idea—he didn't have enough information about this hypnosis, and from his previous observation, victims seemed relatively cognizant of their surroundings and conversation. He didn't want to risk it. Besides, there was a larger issue at hand…
Masuyo's light had turned off.
All guards were up. Kakashi was absolutely certain that his chakra was guarded and could not be sensed; however, Masuyo seemed to be capable of the same. And such a suppression meant that he could not be adept at sensing other threats.
Masuyo could be anywhere… and if he had sensed even a smidge of Sakura's chakra, Kakashi was sure that he would be on alert.
For a moment, Kakashi was paralyzed—calculating his steps, attempting to formulate a plan. The problem was that he didn't know what Masuyo's aim was. He let Sayuri free, but why hypnotize her? Was it a trap? Maybe he knew that there was a shinobi perched outside. The lights could also be a trap—one to lure Kakashi into thinking the coast was clear and that he could roam about or investigate the administration building.
But it was just as possible that he was out here, scouting for intruders…
Kakashi's brows furrowed in frustration. He felt so close to necessary information—the very information they'd been waiting for for months!
Yet his lack of information was paralyzing—it was not wise to search without knowing what he was going into, especially if the enemy had been alerted of an outside presence. One mistake could blow their cover—a cover that was still salvageable if they would just lay low… One slip could possibly amount to nothing or cause a showdown right then and there… Kakashi and Sakura had clear instructions not to act without further orders…
He considered joining Akino and Bisuke at Sayuri's location, hiding out to wait for any potential activity, but he understood that Sayuri's home would be another potential danger zone, especially if Masuyo had released her as a trap.
He felt a wave of anger rising in his chest, seeping into the muscles of his neck, restraining a guttural groan of madness.
This was why he hated undercover infiltration missions. He more readily preferred the missions that put him in direct battle, allowed him to release himself in any means that was necessary for battle.
Undercover missions had too many parameters and just as many, if not double, the risk.
Civilians.
Gritting his teeth, Kakashi understood what he had to do: for the sake of mission completion, he would have to abandon his post… for now.
Kakashi left the school grounds and returned to the tree he had previously occupied outside of Zenhichi's shop.
It was completely dark now—the only source of lighting was the moon, the occasional lamp post, or lighted shop signage.
Standing atop the branch, Kakashi hastily bit his thumb and slapped his palm onto the tree. In an instant, and in a cloud of smoke, three ninken appeared.
"Kakashi?" Akino barked, instantly sitting on his hind legs, surely wondering why he'd been called from his post. Beside him, Bisuke sat attentively, wagging his tail energetically as he waited for instructions.
But of the three canines, it was Pakkun's arrival that seemed the most curious. He was groggy, looking around almost drowsily, as if he were taking longer than normal to gather his senses about his surroundings. Something was wrong with him.
Ignoring Akino's inquiry, Kakashi addressed Pakkun, "What happened?"
"Kakashi…?" Pakkun peered upwards, laying down and whimpering onto his paws. His face was scrunched, even more so than normal for the pug. "What…"
"I summoned you away. Pursuing Masuyo and Sayuri at this time, especially if he sensed Sakura, may jeopardize the mission. The school and Sayuri's house are potential danger zones for contact. We have to retreat."
With that command, all three dogs seated quietly, but only Bisuke continued to wag his tail.
"Masuyo," Pakkun grunted, then promptly returned to his whimper. "I can't figure him out."
"Explain."
"I was outside of the door, moving around to hide in various locations and seek an entry point or window… but all I could pick up was the scent of Sayuri, Masuyo's oaky smell… and whistling."
"Whistling?"
"He was whistling the entire time, Kakashi… and I remember feeling sleepy. I was awake and moving but I was… dreaming of… I can't remember."
Kakashi felt his sense of danger rise. Masuyo had hypnotized his ninken.
"Kakashi," Pakkun warned. "This isn't just hypnosis. This is some sort of hybrid. A genjutsu…"
"A sound shinobi?" Kakashi asked, almost baffled. They hadn't encountered a sound ninja since Sakura's chuunin exams… and from his knowledge, all of Orochimaru's villages had been monitored and put under new leadership.
"A sound shinobi," Pakkun confirmed. "with an unknown genjutsu ability."
This was something. Something to report. Sasuke could gather information from Orochimaru. Shikamaru would have to figure out how to counter this—would stuffing their ears work this time?
Honestly, Kakashi had been surprised that something so simple had worked back then in the first place. Shikamaru had blocked his ears with cotton yet was able to continue his conversation with his opponent. But those were the chuunin exams. This man could possibly be a jonin, for all he knew.
"Go home tonight. Take the night off," Kakashi ordered, his temples tense. "We can't continue our investigation tonight. He may have sensed Sakura through Katsuyu, and we don't know what his link is with those he has been able to put under genjutsu. I'll call you back when you're needed and when I deem it safe to proceed."
The dogs nodded silently and in an instant they were gone.
Kakashi turned to head home, his fists clenching as he moved through the trees, his jaw taut in utter frustration. Home was hardly a few minutes walk from Zenhichi's shop, and at this pace, he'd be there in only a moment.
He was not at all happy about this outcome. And he was going to do something about his mood.
Landing on the top steps of the stairs, Kakashi urgently opened the door, and almost slammed it behind him.
"Kakashi?" Sakura looked up from the bed, her eyes wide with alert. She was laying on the bed reading Icha Icha with her legs kicked into the air… she was definitely comfortable, wearing a loose pink tank top and white pajama shorts. Her red bra was visible through the straps, and her rosy hair was falling loosely over her shoulders.
He groaned inwardly, his anger morphing into a new kind of frustration.
"Get up," he ordered darkly, briskly walking towards her as he deposited his scarf and pulled off his sweater to reveal his grey t-shirt.
She obeyed his command with curious, yet almost fearful eyes. As she rose, her long her tumbled messily over her shoulder, settling and splaying over her chest.
"What's wrong?" she asked, worried over his entry.
Kakashi's eyes lowered to her chest—he frowned. Sakura had hardly straightened herself before Kakashi had roughly grabbed her wrist, pulled her towards him, and picked her up.
His hands were hoisting her up by ass, her legs wrapped tightly around his chest as her hand settled on his shoulders.
"Kaka—" He interrupted her question with a forceful, heated, kiss. She responded readily, slowly at first, and then picking up speed as the realization dawned on her.
He wanted to hear her moan.
And she did the moment he pressed her against the wall adjacent to the bed, right next to the window.
More.
His kisses picked up speed and his hands explored every inch of her leg, slinking into her shorts to grab her ass—hard.
She gasped in his mouth, and Kakashi yearned for more.
He backed his head away, holding her against the wall with his hands and his hips. Her body was jutting forward, shoulders pressed against the wall, groin resting right onto his cock.
She was breathing hard. He could feel her warmth right where he wanted it. He could smell it too, and it was driving him mad with desire.
He locked his eyes with hers, her eyebrows raised high, the look of worry morphing into an expression of pleading. She licked her lips, and Kakashi took is as an invitation to grriiiiinnnndddd himself slowly against her, moving to rub himself against her clit through the clothes.
"Unggghh…." she moaned, eyes rolling back in front of him.
He couldn't help give her an accomplished smirk. Yes…
"Sakura," he rasped, still moving his hips against her, his cock harder than it had ever been for foreplay. "Do you trust me?"
She bit her lip, moistening it before whispering, "Yes."
"Then take off your pants," he ordered, lowering his eyes with a hooded glance, waiting to see if she would obey.
And she did, somewhat hesitantly, of course, as this was new territory for them. Sakura hooked her thumb into the sides of her shorts and slowly began to pull downwards. She never broke eye contact with him as she slowly dragged her clothing down her body.
He wanted to see her undressing herself… but the moment he got what he asked for, he grew impatient. Needing to see her exposed, Kakashi swiftly curled his own fingers around the edge of her pants and pulled at it. For a moment, Kakashi allowed her legs to hit the floor so that she could slip a leg out of her shorts and hang it off the other, leaving it hanging off an ankle. As soon as her shorts were down, he hoisted her up onto his hips again.
Now, he could see her, smell her, uninhibited by a layer of clothing. Her wetness was smearing itself onto the fabric of his pants as he wildly pressed himself on her, and all he wanted was to be inside of her… ravaging her body until both of them found release.
But it wasn't time… the game. He said he wanted her to beg, and he meant it.
And so he took her from the wall and led her to the bed, her weight instantly pressing down onto his hips as his hands greedily grasped onto her ass. As they moved from the wall to the bed, her shorts and panties fell off of her ankle. Once they were on the mattress, she tried to lay down, but he held her body up to keep both of them on their knees as he continued kissing her, biting her lip and shoving his tongue into her mouth.
Kakashi placed his hands firmly on her bare hips, massaging her sides as he melded his mouth onto hers. But then he gripped harshly, and flipped her over so that she was on all fours.
Kakashi leaned back for a moment and marvelled at Sakura's bareness in front of him, her back stretched out as she held herself up on her arms. Never in all his days would he imagine to behold this sight, dripping with her arousal for him.
"Don't look," she whispered, seeming embarrassed with a tint of pink gracing her cheeks.
And although Kakashi thought that she was beautiful and wanted nothing more than to be buried inside her, he simply leaned forward, pressing himself against her again as his back lay directly onto hers, his body caging her in over the bed, and his mouth just a hair away from your ear.
"Grab onto the headboard," Kakashi commanded, his voice deep and rich. "Hold yourself up."
Sakura began to move on her own, but he found himself sliding his hands down her arms as he left her butterfly kisses on her cheek. Once his hands met her wrists, he lifted them up and stretched them out to place her hands onto the rim of the headboard.
Her knees were planted firmly onto the bed and Kakashi used his knees to push her forward. Once she was splayed out in front of him, her back arched and her bare ass pressed against erection, his hands slid sensually down up her arms. One hand traced the outline of her body and rested on her hip. The other slithered its way into the strap of her tank top and into her bra, getting a handful of her breasts as he squeezed and then reached to roll a nipple.
He was awarded with a throaty moan. God, that was exactly what he wanted to hear. And so he couldn't help himself… Kakashi started blowing hot air onto her neck, and Sakura almost whimpered in response.
"Sakura," Kakashi whispered below her ear, offering her butterfly kisses on the top of her shoulder, moving up towards her neck. "I know you like it when I bite your neck…"
And before she had even a moment to answer, he had bit down to suck on the dip between neck and shoulder, leaving red skin and teeth marks. He was still kneading and twirling a nipple in his left hand, fingers playing under the her bra.
"Ye-ungghh!" she moaned, exhaling heavily and rocking her hips backwards to press on his cock with her ass again. She began to rub herself against him. "It's… your fault…I like it so much…"
He knew it now. When Sakura would stretch and spoon a little too closely with his hips in the morning, she really did want to feel how hard he was. But he wanted to feel her arousal too…
He gave her what she wanted. With his cock pressed flush against her ass, he rolled his hips harshly as if he was fucking her from the back. She yelped as he pinched her and shoved his hardness against her. As they rocked against each other, as her slickness soaked through the layer of his pants, he could feel the tingle of pleasure on his length, he could almost imagine he was inside of her.
The finger gripping onto her hip began to crawl closer and closer to her center, reaching over from behind her, tickling past her tuft of hair until finally ghosting over her folds, which were nothing short of dripping…
She gave a ragged gasp and held her breath in anticipation, her rocking movement ceased, waiting for his fingers.
"Sakura," Kakashi groaned in her ear, nibbling as his fingers traced the skin of her drenched lips. He dipped a finger between them, instantly hitting her clit and eliciting a yelp of surprised pleasure. "You're so wet…"
As his fingers moved, Sakura had no other response but a series of long and short moans, loud panting, and held breaths. He watched her from the side of her face; her mouth dropped open in empty "ohhhs" and her body bucked and convulsed against him with each circular movement of his finger. Although she had been propping herself up in front of him, her body jerked from front to back, head dipping in and out of the space between her arms. Her hair was loose and getting caught between them, and the longer he touched her the more sweat their bodies produced in the heat. And in their movements, all he could smell was the alluring scent of her arousal, calling to his body to fulfill her needs.
And then Sakura released the headboard with her right hand and slid it down his right arm to match his movements; her fingers were just above his as he rolled his finger over her clit… until suddenly, she curled her fingers around his palm and grasped it tightly, physically urging his hand to move lower…
"Please…" Sakura whimpered, throwing her head back into the space between his neck and shoulder, tilting her head to leave messy nips on his jaw.
"God..." Kakashi growled. Seeing her ask for more drove him crazy. It amazed him just how sexy Sakura could be, and he wondered if she knew it. He couldn't help but lean forward to tilt his head and catch her lips in his.
With this, he finally released her breasts and slid his left hand down to pull the back of her shirt up, exposing her back so that he could clutch onto her skin. And as his lips and tongue melded with hers in messy bursts, he allowed his fingers to be led further downward until he could curl two into her slit.
The reaction was instantaneous. She released his lips and almost screamed in pleasure; he could feel her walls tighten around his fingers as he pulled them in and out. He knew that she must already be close to orgasm from rubbing her.
"Already, Sakura-chan?" he asked amused, though his voice was still gruff and clouded by desire for the ass rubbing furiously against him.
"Shut up, Kakashi," she snapped. It was a reaction he hadn't expected, but it caused a playful growl from him.
"Ah, I'm sorry… well don't let me keep you for your ecstasy…" he mumbled into her ear, biting her lobes, and then shifting his glance to watch the "O"s fall from her lips… He then shifted downward to leave butterfly kisses on the side of her neck and down her spine over the shirt.
And then Sakura shifted her hips away from his and to the right, her left cheek was now pressing against his right leg, and he no longer was pressing his erection against her. Her body was closer to his right hand now, giving him easy access as wrapped his arm around her right side to finger her. She moved her right hand back onto the headboard, then released her left.
Suddenly, she swung her left hand behind her to grab onto Kakashi's left hip. He looked at her curiously, not once ceasing his movements. Sakura's face hardened for a moment and looked up at him with mischievous eyes beneath her lashes. As her body her bucked, her lips curled into a smirk as she bit the bottom lip, followed by her hands sliding into the waistband of his pants.
He instantly knew what this was. And for God's sake, he didn't have it in him to refuse.
Her hand roamed to his back, and she gripped onto the waistband, tugging it down to rest just beneath the curve of his ass. Then her hands moved over to the frontside, pulling the band forward to avoid catching on his erection. Naturally, his fingers paused their movements.
Once he was exposed to the cool air, he couldn't help but smirk at her boldness.
But even more surprisingly, Sakura used her left hand, swiped her wetness, and used it to lubricate him. In one swift motion, she curled her fingers and palm around him and pumped—longggg and slowwww….
"Oh fuuucccckkkk…." he hissed, incredibly turned on by the prospect of Sakura using her own juices to get him off.
As she jerked her hand around him, he buried his face into her hair, into the nape of her neck, clamping his eyes shut as the sound of wet movement filled the air.
But despite the pleasure Sakura's hand was giving him, he was committed against faltering. His fingers moved in and out of her slit in tempo with her hand, both of them panting, shuddering, and jerking in pleasure. Kakashi arm around her and reaching over to the front, curling his fingers inside of her, attempting to hit the right places as he focused to keep his wits about him. Occasionally, she would reach down to lubricate him again.
And just when he thought they were in a steady rhythm, just when he thought Sakura couldn't surprise him any further, her free hand—the right one—trickled down into her own folds to rub her own clit as he fingered her…
Her walls clamped down around his fingers immediately, and once again Sakura threw her head back into a moan, panting harder than ever. Suddenly, her movements were wilder, her body growing tighter, her hips gyrating onto his fingers in a steady motion. And what more was that her hand was moving faster, bring him closer and closer to orgasm, leading the pressure to collect in his groin.
"Sak…ura," Kakashi grunted out, biting once again on her earlobe after whispering. "Come… come now…"
He almost felt the twitch of her insides. Her head was nested into his neck and her body stopped bucking in front of him. She held her breath. Her eyes were closed yet her mouth dropped open.
She was so sexy…
Kakashi slowed the movement of his fingers to ensure he could feel every. single. convulsion. of her body as she came.
And then she inhaled sharply, refusing to release it until her walls began to contract sporadically around his fingers, almost sucking them in, wrapping tightly around what should have been him inside of her. Naturally, as she was unraveling, her hand paused on his member.
Sakura moaned loudly and panted sharply—she had no restraint in her voice, and as the contractions subsided, so did the volume of her cry.
When she was done, her back went limp and she leaned forward, grasped onto the headboard to catch her breath—her chest heaving in front of him—as she slowly resumed her movements.
"Kakashi," she whispered, almost out of breath. "I want you to come too."
He had no response to this—only the kisses he left on her back as she pulled his hand out of her, and his harsh breath through gritted teeth.
Once she had regained her strength, Sakura straightened her body and pushed her back against his chest until he was kneeling straight up behind her. She released both his cock and the headboard in order to turn around to face him and then slide herself down and in between his legs. As she slid against the mattress, her shirt had ridden up to expose her stomach. She was on her back, Kakashi was essentially straddling her, and she was looking up at him with sultry eyes and parted lips, propping herself up with one elbow. The other grasped him again to continue jerking him off.
"Lean forward," she urged sweetly, and Kakashi had no objections to her suggestion. Her hands were so soft, her movements moderately skillful, yet amazing because this was Sakura, the object of his desire for weeks, perhaps even months. To add to that, she looked so fucking hot under him and between his legs without any pants, shirt disheveled, hair messy over her shoulders.
And so he did what he was told and watched her determined expressed. He leaned forward placed an arm just beside each side of her arms, propping himself up to hover over her body as Sakura leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. As their mouths melded together, tongues dancing between their teeth, her hands picked up speed, and Kakashi couldn't help but groan into her mouth. His eyes clamped shut as his breathing hitched.
She was so good, and he was so close… he could feel the tightness forming, and his cock was just so hard…
"Kakashi, come on me…" Sakura whispered quietly.
His eyes snapped open in surprise, but he saw the look of assurance on her face.
"It's okay," she smiled. "I want you to."
And that was all he needed. Right before he was about to come, he smashed his mouth onto hers and began to bite the bottom of her lip. He felt himself stiffen in Sakura closed fist. With a deciding jerk, the first spurt of his cum spurted right onto her stomach as a wave of pleasure overcame him.
"Oh…. Goddddddddd!" he groaned loudly and gritted his teeth. "Unnhhh…."
With just a few more gentle pumps of her hand, Kakashi spilled his seed all over her, some of it shooting onto her chest, most of it spraying onto her shirt or the smooth skin of her stomach… He dropped his head and clamped his eyes shut as he felt her hand slow it's pace against his softening member.
When it was over, he was still panting above her. Sakura had lowered herself onto the bed and was fully resting on her back with a loving and completely pacified smile on her face.
"Are you alright now?" she asked sweetly, reaching up with her right to wrap her clean hand around his neck, digging it into his silver hair. She caressed the nape of his neck with her thumb.
"More than okay," he responded hoarsely, smiling in return, peering down at her as he hovered above her. Yet with his release, he realized that he was much too brash, too sudden, too forceful. He was worried that Sakura wasn't really okay with it.
"I'm sorry… I was too forward. Are you…"
"I'm not mad," she assured him quietly. Her expression and tone seemed genuine. "We both needed that… and I wanted to do that for you."
"Thank you," he said, and then he lowered his head to kiss her gently and rolled over to her side.
"Now… why don't we clean up? And then you can tell me what happened today that upset you so much."
As he lay on his back, Kakashi turned his head to look at the woman beside her… a beautiful, caring, sexy, and sweet Sakura. How anyone could mistreat a woman like her, he didn't know. But even if he had come on too strongly, she had accepted him with open arms, even thinking of him as she welcomed him.
There was so much love in her smile, such caring sweetness…
"Okay," he replied, getting up to grab a towel for her, and thinking of all the ways to tell her about their mission progress for the day.
Maybe, for now, she would bloom for him… and he could be happy that it happened at all, dealing with his impending loneliness later.
He loved this woman, even if she belonged to another man.
A/N: Smut bunnies were not kept in check... Happy late Valentines Day?
