Oh well, another kakasaku… bwahaha. Damn, I know that this is very short. So short. Kill me., don't flame.
Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me, ever.
His silver hair swayed to the breeze, a hand pressed against the green grass. While she looked at him, with her sparkling viridian eyes. Shadows of the tall cedar tree shaded them from the harsh rays.
He then looked back at her with much unsaid love and intensity, while she looked absolutely clueless of what is about to happen. The only thing noticeable would most probably be the blush creeping to her cheeks.
"Kakashi-sensei," she stammered.
"Shh," he placed a finger on her cherry pink lips, "don't call me that, it makes me sound so old."
She can't help but to let out a girlish giggle.
"Aww, being 32 isn't very old. Sensei," she said giving much emphasis on the 'forbidden' word.
He leaned closer to her to inhale that sweet scent of her freshly washed hair.
The both of them understand they can never be together. However, such moments like these seem so rare for the duo. One was 32- her beloved sensei, the other 18- his precious student. No place in Konoha can tolerate such 'atrocity', but such 'atrocity' is no more one to them.
"Kakashi," she whispered.
"Hmm?"
"Can I see you… behind that… mask?" she asked.
Without waiting for his approval, her hands pulled down that black piece of cloth, bit by bit, inch by inch. Suddenly, he slammed her hand against the grass. Her eyes are wide open with shock, worried that he is unhappy. However, her worries are gone the moment she felt a pair of lips pressed against hers.
His kiss, is like his love to her, sweet with passion and intensity, yet bitter with forbiddance and sin.
Wrong to the world, yet right for them.
Hell yeah.
Lookie, 307 words only. #&&#…
Whatever.
……
You can prepare your kunais, but just don't flame..
Pweaseeeeee…