Summary: All the Rokudaime's bunshins suddenly disappeared from the Hokage Tower leaving his employees to fend for themselves at work, but the Hokage couldn't care less because he was feeling extremely burnt out and he refused to go back to the tower to do the usual Hokage stuff. Everybody knew that the Hokage answered to no one but himself, not even to the fire daimyo. Only the Kami-sama had power over him, hmm, and maybe a particular pink-haired medic who employed extremely confidential means to get him back to work.

KakaSaku AU | Extremely Fluffy Kakashi with LEMON at the end | Where Kakashi is a real Dzaddy material who likes to be spoiled from time to time and Sakura isn't the nagger that she usually is (there was this particular Boruto clip I saw...)

Chapter 1: Find the Hokage

It was such a fine day where the sun was bright but the weather wasn't hot. The sky was clear but not so clear as to prevent the enjoyment of cloud watching. There was also a soft breeze which carried the smell of freshly trimmed grass that made any person enjoy a warm mug of coffee or a cold glass of juice as they stared over the horizon enjoying the calm of Konoha.

Everyone could feel that it was indeed a time of peace. So tranquil, so serene, so perfect. Well, except for the Hokage tower which was currently in a frantic chaos because the Rokudaime was missing, yet again.

"What?! What do you mean the Hokage disappeared in the middle of the meeting?" Shikamaru asked Kotetsu and Izumo who were brisk walking beside him to return to the meeting room with the town leaders.

"I'm telling you, Shikamaru-san. He just disappeared. Turns out, he only sent a bunshin, and when they were already discussing about tax reforms, he just poofed himself out." Kotetsu explained.

"Ugh. That's convenient. The Hokage-sama hates to discuss tax reforms." Shikamaru grumbled as the three of them dashed their way inside the large hall to resume with the meeting.

Shikamaru had planned to spend that morning to go cloud watching albeit for a short while. Unluckily for him, it looks like his plans had to be postponed because he had to think of some half-assed excuse to cover for their missing Hokage that would temporarily prevent Konoha's people from starting a civil war.

Well, okay, maybe he was exaggerating a bit. But the Hokage had been skipping his duties a lot lately and honestly, Shikamaru had no idea how to keep that almighty ass in the office to do his very important job!

He didn't even know if something was bothering the Hokage. Kakashi usually did his job perfectly and without complaint but lately… Shikamaru sighed. If only Kakashi told him, he was his advisor after all. But knowing the Rokudaime's personality, it would take raining kyuubis before he told him what was bothering him.

The tower employees didn't really mind if the Rokudaime only sent his bunshins to do his work. Multi-tasking was very much welcomed in the office after all. The problem starts when in the middle of a very important undertaking, the Hokage's clones decide to just suddenly disappear because he got very bored, or the topic of discussion wasn't worth it, or one clone suddenly found that he didn't like the person he was having a meeting with, or the other got very tired after thirty seconds of signing documents.

These actions of the Hokage were slowly grating on Shikamru's nerves as he ended the meeting with the town leaders, somehow getting themselves out of that room unscathed. But that didn't save them from the three months-worth of backlog of documents that needed to be drafted, signed, and sent, which were waiting on their desks (mind you, they were still only halfway through the month). And there were also hundreds of mission reports and requests that needed transcribing and cataloguing. They could definitely do that last bit but everything still had to be reviewed by the Hokage.

Shikamaru could perfectly see what would become of them at the end of the day.

Shikamaru Nara: DECEASED

Kotetsu Hagane: DECEASED

Izumo Kamizuke: DECEASED

Cause of death: OVERWORK

"What a drag." Shikamaru grumbled as he followed both Kotetsu and Izumo back to their office, slumping their tired and weary asses behind their desks. And it wasn't even lunch time. Nope, still so very far from it.

"I don't think I can handle another over time, Kotetsu-san, Shikamaru-san. It would only be a matter of time before I go completely bald because of what the Hokage-sama is doing to us." Izumo complained while his forehead was pressed on his desk's cold wooden surface as he rolled his head from side to side, bumping the stacks of envelopes and folders on his table.

Though there were a few upsides of working in the Office of the Hokage like the good pay, all-day, every day air-condition which really helps during warm seasons, lesser chance of losing their lives for dangerous missions, etc, etc. They couldn't help but wish that sometimes, maybe it was better to go back into the field. Surely, dying in the line of duty was better than dying slowly behind their desks, right?

Because lately, everything had just been so difficult with the Hokage always slipping under their noses. It felt like Shikamaru, with the help of Kotetsu and Izumo, had been playing non-stop hide and seek with someone who was very good at hiding—one who could disappear for god knows how long before he decides to finally end the game and show himself—and by the looks of it, the Hokage wasn't planning on showing himself just yet.

The three of them groaned simultaneously, irritated, and worn-out as they heard a series of banging on their door, probably from some other people who brought with them more documents to draft, review, revise, and sign.

Kotetsu and Izumo, both assistants to the Hokage, couldn't help but ponder if there was ever a way out, while Shikamaru, advisor to the Hokage, wondered where the Rokudaime could be because the latter still has a very important meeting with the Konoha council in the afternoon. If their Hokage doesn't show up, the council would surely whip their asses—and that didn't include Kakashi's derrière.

"I think it's time that we call her." Kotetsu mumbled.

"Huh? What?"

"Call who?"

"We should call her. She's the only one who can save us." Kotetsu said. His eyes wide and serious as he briefly looked at Izumo and then Shikamaru before he shifted his gaze to the phone on the latter's desk. Shikamaru gulped audibly.

"If there's anyone who could beat Kakashi-sama over hide and seek, it's her..." Kotetsu whispered as though it was forbidden to even utter her name.

They usually didn't call her unless there was an emergency. She was an extremely busy woman, being the current head of Konohagakure's general hospital. But at that moment, as Shikamaru gazed at the mountain of documents they had before them and the series of knocks grew louder and more demanding, eyes briefly catching the time on the wall clock before him, he acknowledged the emergency they were currently in and made an executive decision to call for help.

No one knows how she makes the Hokage submit without complaint and no one dared to ask. They just wanted to get the Hokage back at the tower to do his work for the day and be present at the very important meeting in the afternoon. Because if reports circulate that the Hokage was playing hooky again, their causes of death wouldn't only be because of overwork, it would also include 'ass-whipped by the elders a thousand times' and that thought was enough to cause dread and panic among the three of them.

It was such a nice day out and the morning breeze was so inviting that Kakashi had no difficulty making himself believe that he had made the right choice to just lounge on a 'nearby' hill under the wide shade of a tree while reading his all-time favorite, Icha-icha— that was until the book landed flat on his face which made him pitifully groan.

He didn't even make any move to pluck it off. He just let it sit there while it covered his face, effectively concealing the look of utter frustration and non-fulfillment which he was probably sporting.

"Great." He mumbled. His voice muffled by the book. "Even I don't have the enthusiasm of reading my most prized possession, and that usually cured my lack of interest in all things Hokage-related."

He then tried to close his eyes and hummed.

"Maybe if I slept it off I'd wake up with a new boost of energy to resume with work but..."

Kakashi began wriggling and thrashing like a worm sprinkled with salt, then eventually settled lying on his back and sighed as his book slid off his face and he was left staring at the bright blue sky which still did not cure the dullness and ennui he was feeling.

He thought that being a Hokage would bring a certain feeling of fulfillment. Well, it did. But it was only short-lived.

True, it was nice that he finally didn't have to answer to anybody. He was his own superior and he could now do anything he wanted within the limits of his power...probably more if really wanted to. But he just wasn't happy.

"Maybe the dream of being a Hokage was only thrilling while you're still a kid?" He wondered aloud as he rubbed his hands over his Hokage robes which he was still currently wearing. The hat...well, the wind must have taken it somewhere already.

He was only thirty-five. This was supposed to be the prime of his life! The most exciting! But why did it feel like he had turned a hundred years older a day after he had been officially bestowed the title? And that was three years ago.

All the piles of documents (some he had dreamt of setting on fire), the endless meetings with whiny leaders and demanding ambassadors (he often wondered what would happen if he just flipped the table hard and yelled 'I QUIT!' Then he'd storm out and disappear, making sure that he'd never be found or be heard of ever again) and don't even get him started with the elders and their extremely traditional ways! There's also the tedious briefings and debriefings of missions after missions after missions (couldn't he just go back to being a simple jonin? At least there was a little thrill in that department), and of course, and this was probably the worst—the lack of a toe-curling, spirit-lifting, drool-worthy cup of coffee in his office to help him get on and get through the day (he often wondered if his employees were deliberately letting him drink toilet-water with a little bit of coffee as a revenge for always playing hooky in the office).

Kakashi couldn't help but ponder how the previous Kages did it. Were they just built to endure such dull everyday routine? Was there endurance training to get used to boredom that could kill even the most skillful shinobi?

Hell, even his wide desk at the tower looked a lot worse than the Godaime's and she wasn't particularly good at handling Hokage stuff during her time. And it's not as if he was bad at it, he just couldn't take sitting behind a desk doing dreary stuff day in, day out when he knew that he could be doing so much more.

Everything was just so damn taxing! If only there was a reward.

Kakashi immediately rolled to his side when a familiar presence materialized beside him. Now, he had his back turned to a pink-haired medic who was surely looking at him through thick, black lashes, so he'd just have to remind her of his title and his power over her.

"Hokage-sama."

"Sakura-chan." He greeted back, using the affix as his way to tease her still even when her status as a ninja was already in a league of its own.

There was a brief pause in the air as he listened for movement, but Sakura seemed set on just standing over him while she fixed her clear green eyes on his back. Kakashi swore that he felt a burning spot in the middle of his spine and he wouldn't be surprised if he just suddenly self-combusted right at that moment.

It was Sakura who broke the silence.

"Hokage-sama, you shouldn't be out here. You should be back at the office."

"Ugh. My assistants can take care of everything even with my absence. Besides, Shikamaru's there. More hands-on training for him as Hokage advisor."

"But Kotetsu and Izumo are barely keeping it together, Hokage-sama. I thought Shikamaru could last a lot longer but even he was banging his head on his table. In fact, I was just there a while back and I saw them crying behind a 'mountain range' of documents which you need to sign."

"Let them cry it out. Maybe they could drench the papers good enough to be disposed of later."

"Hokage-sama..."

Now that sounded like there was a threat behind those words but he remained unmoved and continued to reason out.

"They could just simply use the Hokage's seal."

"Ah, but you know that that doesn't have any legal effect without your signature."

"Then tell them to just forge my signature. I'll even bestow my robes to Izumo and my hat to Kotetsu, my desk and chair to Shikamaru..."

"Hmm, but your signature is a little impossible to forge that even our best forger couldn't do it, Hokage-sama."

"Damn it." Kakashi cursed because he knew Sakura was right.

Well, no one could blame him. As early as his genin years, he was advised to have a signature which was difficult to replicate. This was to ensure the authenticity of every document where he needed to affix such. Who would have thought that thirty years later, he'd end up being the Hokage with a super complicated signature?! Being Hokage wasn't even a part of his dream! There was no Icha-icha edition where the Hokage was the male lead or even the female love interest!

Kakashi wearily sighed yet again. He knew that he was slowly losing his argument with Sakura, and so he muttered his ultimate weapon hoping that she'd just go her merry way and let him be.

"Sakura, I'm tired."

"I know."

For a second Kakashi thought that he heard her words wrong because no one had ever acknowledged what he was feeling.

Whenever he escapes, people would just attribute it to pure laziness and running away from responsibilities. When his employees catch him sleeping during work hours, it was never because he was tired of having worked really hard, they would simply assume that he got bored and sleeping was the best way to past the time. And whenever they see him reading his bright orange book, it wasn't because he needed an energy boost, it was always because his book was far more important, unworthy of being ignored, unlike all the other things on top of his desk.

True, some of his actions might not be fit for a shinobi having the title of the Hokage, and he was quite sure that he was giving his employees a pretty hard time, but no matter how much he tried to explain, nobody could just get it. It was as if the Hokage was prohibited to get tired and take a rest.

Whenever he complains to Shikamaru that he was tired, the man would simply tell him that there are only a few more documents to sign—only that, the documents he was referring to as a 'few more' were really a total of an additional seven hundred and thirty six documents with twice as many sticky notes for reminders, notes, and corrections, and all were needed to be signed by the end of the week.

Only for the week!

Sometimes it seemed to him that even the Fire Daimyo's works were being pushed onto his desk. Weren't alliances and budget allocations the Daimyo's work? He should probably talk to them soon and talk about paper conservation.

That's why it surprised him when he heard Sakura's words...or maybe because it was his first time too, to admit and acknowledge aloud that he was tired.

She was there and she...understood?

Kakashi still refused to turn around to face Sakura though, afraid that he might have just simply misheard what she said, and so he asked again.

"What did you say?"

"I said that I know that you're tired, Hokage-sama...and that's why you probably need a reward."

Suddenly, Kakashi's ears perked up. He was just thinking about rewards a while back and now, that same word had just slipped from the mouth of Konoha's best medic.

"What?!"

"I said you probably need a reward to...you know...motivate you."

"What did you say?"

"Kakashi, are you deaf?"

Now Kakashi knew that she was serious. Sakura had just uttered his name without the honorifics and he guessed that the woman was probably close to punching a crater on the ground to bury him in it.

"I was just trying to double check if I heard it right, Sakura-chan."

"Well, you did, Hokage-sama." And now she was back to being respectful. "I know how hard you've been working lately and I understand that there are just those times where you need to breathe. Like, right now. That's why I truly believe that you deserve an incentive for all your hard work."

"And what would that be?" He curiously asked.

"You would know, Hokage-sama, if you would just turn and take a look."

Kakashi's heart immediately leapt to life as it began beating fast.

'What? Sakura already has my reward? Hmm. What could it be?'

An incentive sounds absolutely pleasant, but Kakashi still remained very cautious because what could Sakura possibly give him that would make him want to go back to the tower and spend the rest of the day behind his god-forsaken desk?

"No. I refuse." He deadpanned. "Who knows, maybe you just brought with you another set of fluffy handcuffs like the last time so you could drag my sorry ass back to the tower."

He still remembered that incident which wasn't so bad because how often does a guy get to experience being cuffed by a gorgeous, appetizing woman with a pretty nice ass to look at while she dragged him around?

'Maybe it's really not that bad? After all, I was still able to do all my work due for that day when that happened...'

But then Sakura interrupted his thoughts and Kakashi had detected that her tone had become a little lower. One that sounded like a seductive purr?

"I have no intentions of dragging you back, Hokage-sama. We don't need to do that because once you see your reward, I'm pretty sure that you'd willingly march yourself back to the Hokage tower."

Kakashi gulped. A reward that would make him willingly go back?!

"If only you would turn to look."

Kakashi was sweating now. But it was probably the robes, they were a bit thick. Nope. Definitely sweating profusely.

"Ho-ka-ge-sa-ma."

Now, even she uttered his title in a purr-y, sing-song manner.

"If you don't turn to look there wouldn't be a next time."

He could hear the pout on Sakura's voice, and when she pouted, it didn't matter whether the reward was good or bad; he just wanted to see those little pink lips on her face. That was one of his Icha-icha dreams because even Jiraiya-sama had subjected Sakura under his thorough scrutiny when he decided to name her as his muse for Icha-icha Garden.

And so without further encouragement from the pink-haired kunoichi, Kakashi turned and caught his breath at the sight.

"Oh, wow." He said because as far as he was concerned, it wasn't only his eyes that visually bulged at what he saw, but some other parts of him did as well.

TBC