Wassup, yo. Sorry, it's been a while...Been on vacation, much like most of you...So, hope you enjoyed your holidays (ew)

Uhm... Not much to say, I guess...that's odd...

Sayuri's POV

I was just sitting, minding my own business with my Icha Icha book, when Kakashi snuck up next to me with a plate full of yellow stuff. Yellow stuff that vaguely looked like macaroni and cheese. Sorta. I looked up at him with a raised eye brow, but he only smiled (I think) and held the plate out. "Try it Sayuri-chan, I've been trying to cook."

Wa....The hell?

"Please?"

Looking up at him, then at the food, I gave him a skeptical look. "Why are you cooking Kakashi?"

"I'm....SO jealous of your cooking skills- whatever, just try it."

I squinted my eyes, not believing him for a second. He's kitchen-illiterate. Literally. But the look on his face was one of desperation, and I also didn't want to upset him, so I hesitantly took the spoon and scooped up a small sample. " 'Just try it'?" I quoted, and he nodded. As I brought the food to my nose, I dead panned. "Wait a minute....You put yellow squash in this, didn't you."

Kakashi's POV

It wasn't a question. How the hell could she smell that?! There's so much cheese and seasoning in that! There's no effin' way! But none the less, she scrunched her nose and put the spoon back. She tried to be polite when she refused, but my ninja ego was already bruised. I'm a ninja, and I couldn't even get my student to eat squash. "I'm sorry Kakashi-kun, no thank you."

Damn it.

Plan number one: FAIL.

Sayuri's Point of View

The next time Kakashi approached me, I was outside in his back yard idly throwing kunais at a few of his targets. He had something behind his back, and that didn't go unnoticed. "Hey," he said, with a Kakashi smile.

"Hey." I said back.

"Well, I want to train a little,you up for it?"

"Train?"

"Yeah, a special little thing actually."

" 'Special'?" I wondered out loud.

He nodded, "catching stuff with your teeth!"

"Teeth?"

"Yeah!"

Kakashi's Point of View 3

"And just how are you going to do that, Masked-Wonder?"

Shit. I didn't think that far ahead.

"Well....There's no reason you can't try... To uh... Increase special skills, you know?"

She sighed, "what are we catching Kashi?"

"Candies, little red round candies."

That got her attention! Yes! "Okay, good, you stand over there by the fence, and I'll throw stuff to you, and you catch it in your teeth, okay?"

She bounded over to where I pointed and grinned, "Okay! Ready!"

I turned around to set the bowl of red 'candies' on the table next to me so I could access them easily. "Okay! Here comes the first one. Get ready." She nodded and got a determined look on her face. So I tossed her one, which she easily caught in her mouth. Skilled. Impressive actually. She asked if she could eat it, so I quickly nodded my head. "Go ahead!" After that I tossed her a few more 'candies', which she caught perfectly, all but one. "That's okay, if you miss them, don't eat them." She seemed happy to oblige.

As I tossed them, I couldn't tell which ones I was throwing, but she seemed to be doing very well on some, so that's when I decided that maybe, being the smart ninja she is, maybe she was missing some on purpose. So this time I would pay attention. Candy. Catch. Candy. Catch.

Candy. Catch.
Candy. Catch.
Candy. Catch.
Tomato. Miss.
Tomato. Miss.
Candy. Catch.
Tomato. Miss.
Candy. Catch.
Tomato. Miss.
Candy. Catch.
Tomato. Miss.
Tomato. Miss.

Geeze.

"You seem to be missing a few at a consistent rate, everything okay?" I asked, slightly irritated.

She shook her head, "no, I wont catch the tomatoes!"

Damn! She said exactly what I didn't want her to say.

Plan Number two: FAIL.

Ain't no rest for the wicked I guess.

Sayuri's POV

"Sayuri, could you do me a favor?" I heard Kakashi call from inside as I sat on the roof coloring. "Please?" I nodded, though no one saw me and went to his aid. I found him in the kitchen; never a good sign. "Oh good, I need your help! Iruka wants to eat a pie, but he can't make them himself, so I decided to make one for him, but I don't know if I did it right, will you try it and let me know?"

I nodded, "sure thing Kashi-kun!" I love pie. A LOT. I spun around excitedly so that I could go sit on one of the stools at the counter, getting ready to eat some PIE! He placed a small little white plate in front of me, it was a dark orange color and it even had a small smidgen of whipped cream on top! Oh yay! As I leaned in I could smell the cinnamon and sugar coursing through it! It was going to be delicious! "Mmm.... Smells good Kashi-kun!"

Kakashi's POV

Yes! This plan could be a success! She was liking it! I finally going to win this! Knowing that my face would probably give away the fact that I was scheming something, I turned around so she wouldn't see. I rubbed my hands together like some evil villain. God. I'm going crazy.

But I spun around as soon as I heard her fork hit the plate, and you know what? There wasn't a single crumb left on her plate! Yes! My elderly neighbors must really be good chefs! "Wow! You ate it all!"

"No, I fed it to the dog."

Damn it. "Why?"

"I'm not a fan of sweet potatoes." She said with a shrug as she slid off the stool. I watched as she slowly walked towards the living room.

How the hell would she know that was sweet potato!? I made sure Keuki-san put lots of sugar and cinnamon to mask it!....

Plan Number Three: FAIL.

Wait a minute.

"Hey," I called after her, luckily she stopped and turned around to look at me, "we don't have a dog."

"Then what do you call that?" She asked, pointing behind me.

It felt perfectly timed as I turned around and saw a massively huge dog sitting there. It was also perfectly timed when a gallon of its drool spilled on to the top of my head. At least something could flatten my hair. "Sayuri."

"Yes?"

I turned to face her, "Please remove the dog from the house."

"Nice Kakashi. Real nice." I spun around and saw that the giant dog was no longer there, but Pakkun was in its place. The hell?

I know I wasn't imagining that dog, I mean, come on! My hair is still flat! "No Pakkun, not you-"

"Oh, then you mean the other dog." He looked mad.

"Yes! The other dog! It was huge!"

He stared at me "....." for a long time. "....Are you on opium?"

Sayuri's POV

Once again I was just minding my own business, coloring pictures on Kakashi's bedroom floor. I wasn't sure exactly where he was or what he was off doing, so I didn't even mind it. After putting my yellow glitter crayon down, I reached into my snack dish -which was filled with candy- and took one out. They were assorted flavored gummies! Delicious! My favorite ones were the pineapple ones...They were just really good for some reason... When I blindly popped a gummy in my mouth I also picked up my red glitter crayon, but before I could color with it, someone knocked on the front door.

Kakashi called from somewhere in the house to get the door, so I got up and went to the door. Unfortunately when I opened the door, no one was there. Strange. It was rather odd, but I shook it off and wondered back to Kakashi's room. To my surprise, when I got there, Kakashi was in his room, standing right by where I was previously coloring, actually, right by my food bowl. "Sooo..." he started slyly, "who was at the door?"

I shrugged, "no one was there."

"Oh, okay..." He said, but I could have sworn his voice had a hint of trickery.

Kakashi's Point of View

I was in the kitchen, waiting for my master plan to finally work out, or at least see if it had worked. I wasn't waiting long though, as Sayuri came down the hall with her food bowl, meaning she must have finished! Great! She shuffled right past me, not a care in her mind, and placed her bowl in the sink. Just as she shuffled off, she stopped by my side and poked my arm, then she went upstairs. When I saw the coast was clear, I dashed over to the sink, but I was not happy.

Plan number four: FAIL

To my dismay, sitting in the bowl were the vitamin gummies. My plan was to distract her long enough so that I could slip the multi-vitamin chewies into her snack bowl so that she wouldn't even notice. She really refuses to eat anything healthy!

Sayuri's Point of View

It was getting on maybe three in the after noon, and I sure was tired, though I hadn't done any training. None the less, I was very tired, so I went up stairs to my designated room and stripped down to my bra and undies. I left my door open, because I honestly saw no reason to close it, plus I had to go to Kakashi's room anyway. After I kicked my clothes to the side on the floor, I left the room and made it down the hall way to Kakashi's bedroom. He was sitting on his bed doing something, but I hadn't cared much to see in detail what he was doing.

The moment I entered the room, he looked up, but his eyes went wide. I don't know what I did, but he turned right around on the bed and didn't look at me. "Kashi? Are you okay?"

"Lilly-chan."

"Yes?" I answered, pretty confused.

He sighed, but it didn't sound frustrated, more like it was as if he was slowing growing accustomed to something. "Where are your clothes?"

"Oh!" That explained it. He must not like my bra and undies...The color maybe. "Well, I'm gonna take a nap... Just a short one though,so I'll make dinner."

"With vegetables?"

I shrugged, "if you want, I will."

"And will you be eating them?" He asked as he turned around in place. I inwardly groaned at his hopeful expression and shook my head curtly. "I guess I expected that. "So why are you half nake-...uh... half-dressed again?"

Dear me! I almost forgot! "Could I possibly borrow one of your tee-shirts?"

"My tee-shirts?" He confirmed that I could, and walked over to one of his dressers so that he could pull out one of his famous black tee-shirts. "Long sleeve or short sleeve?"

I shrugged, but part of me hoped he would want me in his short sleeve. "Doesn't matter."

"Okay, then, short sleeve." Mentally I jumped in the air, but when he explained why, I completely faltered. "That's the kind on top." Ergh. After I was tossed the shirt, I slowly slipped it on, though only half way through putting it on he finally turned around and watched. Instantly I felt self-conscious, but I didn't stop, though part of me deep inside wanted to. It was that same part that pushed me by my chest over to Kakashi. To my surprise, once I was right against his chest he put his arms around my shoulders and gently squeezed. The motion was small, slow, and deliberate, but I clearly felt it. I sometimes wonder about what he was feeling everytime he did something, and that was because I wasn't sure what I was feeling.
Maybe if I knew what he was feeling, I would have a better understanding of my own. He was older. He was stronger. He was more experienced. And he has been hurt more times than anyone I knew.

Kakashi. It was safe to say he was my hero. He always knew what to do, what to say, what to think. He has killed many people, but he is still a good person. Unlike me. I looked up at Kakashi. He was looking down at me while he held me, like everyone else, his eyes told the story of his entire life from birth until present. "Little-Lilly-chan?"

Placing a hand on his chest, I looked back at him and sighed. Things used to be so simple. "I'm....gonna go take a nap now." Before he could answer, I gently broke away from his hold and left the room, leaving him standing there with an unreadable expression on his face, as always.

My room was empty, I expected that, but part of me felt comforted knowing that Kakashi was right next door. I want to know what he's thinking, but clearly I'm no psychic. He's always hiding something, as ninja often do, but I don't know how much he has to tell.

I climbed into the bed and under the sheets in almost a dreamlike way, I was more focused on my philosophical reasonings to even focus. As I was learning, no one, not even a ninja could hide from their feelings. Kakashi is feeling something, and so was I. The worst part was, I had no idea what I was feeling, and I had no idea what he was feeling. Stupid feelings. Whatever it was, it made me feel like my chest was about to explode. Stupid bombs.

I sighed frustratedly and violently flipped on to my side. Urgh. My heart keeps doing damn fucking weird-ass shit... "...Take that Kakashi!"

"What?" He called from his room.

I gasped and shot my hand over my mouth. "Nothing!" I half-sorta muffled out. This time I rolled on to my front and curled up under the blankets. I was going freaking crazy.

What's next? Counting threads?

I dun think so.

Kakashi's Point of View

This plan must work. For now, all I can do is wait for her to fall asleep, which isn't likely to be soon as she just yelled something at me, that was for me, but not to me. Regardless, all I could do was wait, so I just sat myself on the side of my bed and collapsed back. I could relax for a while, so I tried to do just that, but that didn't exactly last long. Just when I rested my eyes on the ceiling, a scratching sound came from my glass balcony doors. Damn you Pakkun... For a moment I contemplated just feigning sleep and ignoring him, but that never worked with him. Dogs...Sense fear.

Huff.

After a long and dramatic sigh I dragged myself up and off my bed and sluggishly walked over to let him in. Naturally he was grumpy when he walked through, acting like he owned the place, which, knowing him, he probably did. Who knows what he does in his spare time. Anyway, he had two scrolls in his mouth, both of which he dropped on the floor. "What are those?"

"They were on your doorstep. And that first one -disgusting; tasted like someone poured pure perfume on it," he grumbled.

That...Wouldn't be the first time... "And the second one?"

"Also slightly gross."

"More perfume?"

"Worse," he cringed, "old people... and soap."

"The neighbors?" I asked as I picked up that scroll. Why my neighbors didn't just come out and tell me -or even when I went over and asked a food favor from them- I didn't know. "What could they want?" I unrolled the scroll and held an end in each hand, "... 'Kakashi-san, we don't mean to intrude, but could you please not fornicat-OH." Slowly I lowered the scroll, only to see the disgusted face my canine companion was making toward me. "Ha...ha... Gosh that Iruka...Always making jok-"

"Kakashi!" He snapped...barked. "There is a child in the house!" .....He has no idea...how aware... I am of that... "You're exposing her to your sexual habits!" I mentally face-palmed. NO idea.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I sighed, "yeah... bad idea...Hey. Want to do me a favor?"

"What?"

"Go see if Sayuri is sleepin-"

"Kakashi!" He gaped at me incredulously.

Throwing my hands up in surrender and shook my head frantically, "no, it's not like-"

"That's disgusting!"

What a mess.

ooooooo

After taking a while to sort everything out with Pakkun, I opened up Sayuri's door to find that sure enough, she was out like a light. Unfortunately, she was always one to pop up when you least expect it. Luckily this time she didn't wake up at all... She was laying on her side, with her back facing me, but with the way she angled herself in a freakish way, her face was up. Stealthily I pulled out my weapons and got to work. The first weapon, a sugar cube. I didn't know if it would work, but I had a nice feeling it would. Leaning over her side and holding the white cube to her nose, I grinned as she slowly breathed in the smell. I knew she would recognize it, even in sleep! Next I put it to her lips, from there I actually pressed lightly with it. Something in me tweaked as I watched my own steady hand press sugar against sugar. There wasn't anything particularly erotic about it, but soon enough I found myself taking a corner to trace the outlines of her now slightly parted lips. Wherever I pressed, her soft lips shaped around it, and for a brief moment I wondered if the coarse grain of the sugar would scratch up the flawless pink, but I realized that nothing could make her look bad in my eyes. Granted, I've seen her at her worst; covered in enemy blood, black and blue from head to toe, covered in my blood, sliced up with weapons sticking out, covered in her own blood, three days of cave life, covered in unidentifiable blood... And probably everything worse than that. Oddly, I could only cringe at her pain, and not at what she looked like. I could have slapped myself, I went from how cute her lips looked to how great she could look covered in all-inclusive 'ninja dirt'... Shaking my head, I focused back on her face, which was somehow still deep in sleep. It was cute. I hadn't realized how close to her I was getting until she suddenly flipped herself over and flung her arm out, hitting me square in the face and knocking me flat to the floor.

I groaned as I layed on my back on the floor.

Lesson learned.

This time when I got back up, I pledged to focus. It was easier to work now that I didn't have to bend over half the bed and her body to get to her. I still had the sugar cube in my hand, though with the shock of the last incident I crushed it a little, but I still had a nice chunk going for me. I was pleased to see that it took only a short amount of time to urge her mouth open again. It didn't exactly surprise me when she almost started to go after it in her sleep. It was time to pull out my second weapon: cotton candy flavored multi-vitamin syrup! Mom guaranteed and child approved. It had to work. After all, not only was this a personal challenge for me, I also didn't want her to die from mal-nutrition. Sighing, I took out a dropper and dipped it in the bottle. I put it up to her lips and squeezed the rubber part so a few drops could fall into her mouth. For a moment I though it was a victory...until she drooled out the pink liquid on her pillow. Trying to stay optimistic, calling it a fluke, I tried again, but she only drooled again.

I was getting frustrated, but maybe I really just wanted to have to find some way to keep her mouth closed.

I am a terrible, terrible person...

...is what I thought as I filled the dropper, filled her mouth, and held her jaw closed until I could kiss her. My mask was on, of course, but it was just as effective on both levels. I was happy, and she was zipped. It took a whole minute for me to realize that what I was doing was 1) morally wrong 2) legally wrong and 3) pa...thetic. Moving away from her, I noticed that my stomach felt empty, my chest felt sad, my brain felt like an idiot, and my heart, well, that was doing something that I was not familiar with. She remained sleeping, which I was grateful for, because she didn't deserve the baggage I had on her. Plus, if she were to ever find out what I've been doing, she would punch me, hard.

Well, needless to say, she didn't need to punch me. At the sound of a knock at the front door, her head whipped up with her torso and collided with mine. I was sent flying to the floor again, but that's what you get floated across my mind. She fell back on her pillow, holding her head in pain as she made an undistinguishable noise that somewhat sounded like 'ennnnneeerraawwwuuooo.' As she sat up, I could tell from her tired eyes that she felt something was wrong. For a moment I thought that maybe she was weirded out by me being by her bedside, but what she did next made me see clearly.

It happened in almost slow motion, and I saw it go down frame by frame.

She made a distasteful face.
She wrinkled her nose.
She tilted her face down.
She held her hands in front of her.
She moved her palms into a cup.
She opened her mouth.
She drooled out pink cotton candy scented liquids.
She looked at me.
She asked what is that?
I said who knows.

Plan Number Five: FAIL.

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Wellllll, not much to say, so peace out, hope you liked it....

OH...And there is gonna be some dramaaaaa coming up :]