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Rockbane: No worries there! I try to finish what I start and if I stop now I'll be massacred by my brother who already thinks I'm wasting my time...
ChidoriManiac: I'm glad you're laughing. I hope you like the rest of the story. There are sad moments and absolutely bizarre moments and some moments that are wacked. Glad you liked my wacky moments!
crazy-antman: The 'great background' is coming up soon. As Jiraiya says, Open your peepers! The Toad-Sannin is here! (Well... Lightning's Howl will be coming in... but not for several chapters... yeah... fight scenes are the toughest to write...)
allyluv: Is ravaging bad? Yeah... read on... The romance is here. Can you feel the love tonight? Choo-bee-doom, choo-bee-doom...
GreyLiliy: Glad you enjoyed my interacting teams and the talks there. I find it hard to think outside Team 7 and focusing too much on Kakashi I am sure is not healthy. So often, I add in these types of chapters just to loosen up and encourage different styles and mindsets. Thanks for reviewing!
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NOTICE: I was going to increase the rating for this but then realized that I was probably being paranoid and that this was more PG-13ish... so you guys tell me if I should raise the rating because of this... anyway: WARNING: hetero love ahead, flower children!
Revelation of the Wolf: The Glory of the Hatake Clan
Don't Think
Wind gently wafted the light cotton curtains back and forth – the golden light of sunset seeping through. The air was warm and filled with the soft smell of flowers.
Before anything else could be catalogued, he knew there was a presence in the room.
The flowers….. Lilacs….
Stiffly sitting up, Kakashi looked around and found her, wrapped in a silk kimono, sitting on a large window seat.
Kakashi smiled ruefully.
His eyes were caught by a neat pile of clothes, newly washed, his backpack, propped up beside the chair.
"I've been out long…." Kakashi noted, a slight inquiry in his voice.
She turned slightly to him, with a soft smile.
"It's in the evening of the next day."
"Aaaa…"
There was a pause.
He looked at his heavily bandaged arm and torso. A slight blush rose to his cheeks as he realized his apparent… nakedness underneath the sheets.
Seems that somehowI havebeen bathed. What've you got yourself into here, boy?
"I contacted the embassy for Fire Country," Megami said, breaking into Kakashi's rather depraved thoughts. She reached into her kiomono's pocket and pulled out a small scroll. "A bird brought this to the embassy, and Li brought it in before supper…."
Handing it to Kakashi, she sat down on the other side of the spacious bed and watched the ninja read the scroll.
So, Kakashi, already rueing the day you wanted a tougher mission? As soon as you are able, make your way back – I'll need you ten days from now – so don't be late. Tsunade.
Kakashi grinned, a burden raised from his shoulders.
Well… I'll really get it when I get back. I can just hear Genma. "Geez, Kakashi! Can't even deliver a scroll without a fuss?" Or Iruka….. "Kakashi! You bastard! You said you wouldn't even get a scratch!" A beat. "Are you okay?"
"Good news?" Megami asked.
Kakashi watched the scroll flare up in a small self-destructive flame.
"Yeah," he murmured, dumping it into the bedside garbage can. "No rush."
"Good."
Kakashi looked up – his mismatched eyes meeting hers. A mistake on his part. Her eyes shimmered in the warm glow – soft and inviting.
Yes. There was an invitation.
The light breeze wafted her lilac scent to him, tightening his stomach. His hands twitched in response.
"So you're no longer on a mission…."
Megami moved over, and leaned closer to Kakashi. He dropped his eyes – to her kimono's edge – to warm pale skin, delicate collarbones and lower – to her inviting cleavage.
His chest felt tight in anticipation, his breath coming, faster and heavier.
"I guess," he said, his voice husky with desire.
"So…."
Megami drew even closer, her face turned to his, noses almost bumping.
Kakashi suddenly wished he had his mask on – his walls up.
Then again, maybe not.
Kakashi's hand twitched and he enjoyed the pleasurable tension which ran through his body.
Desire.
It had been so long since….
So long.
His hand, as if belonging to someone else, came up of its own accord to cup her cheek, trace her chin, to brush back her long hair away from her eyes. Her breath smelt of vanilla and chocolate – no doubt her desert after the main meal.
Scent became taste as the two pairs of lips met, gently probing – a test.
Hers were soft, cared for, he knew, by a top notch makeup artist. Izashi? Ren?
Screw the artist.
The artist was forgotten as her tongue slid over his lips in invitation, her hands over his shoulders, down his arms and up past his bandages to his chest.
His lips were firm, as firm as his purposes, she knew, as strong as his character.
And that heightened every moment of bliss.
But any thoughts on character were lost as he moved past the entrance of her lips, his tongue exploring, sensitively, every part of her mouth.
Then he withdrew, and paused in contemplation, his eyes, half-lidded.
"Don't think," she whispered, the desperation of desire lacing her voice.
"Isn't that a stock phrase in the movies?" he asked, rather hoarsely as his hands began to withdraw from inside her gaping kimono.
Her hands clasped his wrists, stilling him – trapping his fingers across her breasts.
"There's truth everywhere."
"Even here? Now?"
She laughed softly.
"If you look for it."
The silver-haired ninja leaned forward again, claiming her lips, her chin, her temple, her eyes, her neck.
As he moved downward, she eased out of her robe and pulling him down, ran her hands through his luxurious grey hair.
As his lips and hands continued their quest lower, she moaned.
"Kakashi."
He never answered her.
The next morning, Megami woke to find Kakashi snuggled securely against her back, his arms around her waist.
A blush rose in her face as she remembered the moans, the touches, the pleasure-filled seconds, the ecstasy.
Somewhere – how couldn't anybody see this? – inside the lazy pervert, inside the killing machine – lay a gentle, giving man.
A man who lived it everyday, risking his life, again and again for his village, on often pointless missions.
No one before had made her feel…. So special. So heated. No one had given her so much pleasure.
His hand running down, down, down – stroking – stoking her fires. Every part of her had been attended to – she only hoped she had given as much in return.
Part of the answer…. His clenched teeth as passion tried to force its way out. The white flames which danced his eyes. His trembling hands.
Running her finger up and down his arm, she felt him shift, if possible, even closer. His content rumble vibrated through her back.
"Mmmmmm…. Ticklish…."
There was a warm silence.
Kakashi nestled his nose into her neck and gave her a peck there.
"Good?"
"That's supposed to be my line," Megami whispered breathlessly.
"Hn?"
She turned around to face him.
He smiled at her, his eyes creasing in merriment.
"Take my word for it… or do I have to prove it again to you?"
"Well," Megami giggled. "They do say, third time's the charm."
She rolled him onto his back and, stroking him with her light fingers, took pleasure in his shivers.
"You're so…."
"What?" he asked, opening his eyes as she paused in her rather X-rated activities.
"You remind me of a puppy."
Kakashi flopped his head back on the disarrayed pillows and tried to suppress his chuckles.
You hear that, Lightning? A puppy! Heh heh! The nerve of this woman!
Megami just smiled and reached lower.
Kakashi's laughter turned into a yelp.
There you go guys! Romance a la Kakashi. Well... I hate OC characters. I do! I do! But honestly... the series doesn't really give you much options when it comes to Kakashi... unless you stretch it and get him with Sakura or Iruka... Maybe he's bisexual? Asexual? Hmmm... that would be an interesting Kakashi to portray... Maybe somebody could tell me a good fic (or write me a good fic) of Kakashi as one of those two sex-types. Anyhoo... I'll be giving this Kakashi series some thought and if I decide to pair him with a canon character, you'll just have to put up with it...
Just realized that I'm babbling - probably due to either payday which is tomorrow or because some sort of African/Arab is chanting next to me. D--- these internet cafes!