(A/N: Hiya! Lady Hiran here! Sorry this took so long! This isa lemon chapter so you have been warned. Read on, if you dare!)

Hotaru smirked to herself.

The afternoon spent with her brother and Kanna had proved…interesting…to say the least.

-FLASHBACK-

"Goth? GOTH? How could YOU of ALL PEOPLE go GOTH?" Hajime cried after regaining consciousness.

-piku…pikupikupiku-

"And what, pray tell, is wrong with being Goth?" she asked, smiling in that oh, so creepy way (now holding a nearby monitor above her head)

"N-nothing!" Hajime squeaked, ducking behind his girlfriend.

"What I think has him freaking is the fact that the two of you are no longer identical." Kanna said, glancing at her quaking boyfriend,

Hajime spasmed.

"Hit the nail on the head, huh?" Hotaru smirked.

"Sh-shut up!" Hajime growled, "There's no WAY I'd think somethin' so effeminate!"

Kanna giggled, "Hajime-chan, it's okay! I actually think its rather sweet."

"Tch." Hajime sulked, blushing.

"If it bothers you that much bro…" Hotaru said slowly, a crafty foxish grin emerging on her face, "…lets just remedy the problem."

"Whuh-whyyyy are you lookin' at me like that?" Hajime asked, more than a little scared now.

"Heh heh heh heh!"

Hotaru closed in on the pair of lovers, a pair of spare extension cords in her hands.

"Hi-channn…what ever your thinkin'…please stop thinkin' it." Hajime whimpered.

Fifteen Minutes Later…

"GWAAAAAAUGH!" Hajime screamed, "STOP IT! DON'T COME NEAR ME WITH THAT THING!"

"Don't skimp on the eyeliner boys!" Hotaru called through her laught, "And don't you dare hold back with the lipstick."

"LIPSTI-!" Hajime sputtered, "NO FUCKING WAY!"

Kanna was currently looking through tha racks of Goth-loli (Gothic Lolita) ooo-ing and aaah-ing.

Hotaru grinned.

She was actually pretty into it.

Kanna had almost done a backflip out of pure joy when she saw her new purple hair.

"Yo, Hotaru!" one of the stylist called laughingly, "We're done!"

Hotaru turned around and laughed.

Her brother…

Her dear, sweet (slightly dimbulb) baby bro…

Now a goth like her.

The same dye job.

The same eye liner.

The same black eyeshadow.

The same black lipstick (well…currently. Hotaru usually sticks to clear lipgloss)

With the same "I'm gonna KILL you" look she had worn for Kakashi over 2 ½ years ago.

"Oh WOW HAJIME-CHAN!" Kanna squealed, "You look fantastic!"

"Shyeah RIGHT!" Hajime cried, "Quit makin' funna-!"

-GLOMP-

Hotaru hugged her brother tightly.

"What are you so angry for?" She said, grinning hugely, "You look fantastic, we're identical again, and you'll be the envy of every guy on my Campus! You make a fabulous goth!"

Hajime looked up at her.

"You're serious…aren't you?" he remarked.

"Uh-huh!" Hotaru replied with a smirk, "And just look at Kanna! Don't you think that two will make an even better looking pair like this?"

Kanna was dress in a Goth-loli dress that was artfully ripped and torn in the right places and hung about her knees (it was the same shade opurple as her newly dyed hair)

Hajime blushed profusely as he stared into Kanna's eyeliner ringed eyes, nodding bleakly.

"Thought so!" Hotaru grinned victoriously, "Add two more to the list, Daemeon!"

-END OF FLASHBACK-

Yes, after successfully converting both her brother and his girlfriend to the Goth-side of the Force, there was nothing left to do but type up her term paper.

Kazune-Kakashi stared up at the building.

He remembered Hajime saying at sometime or another that Hotaru's room was situated somewhere on the top floor of this apartment building.

Focusing his chakra, he began darting up the side of the building, making his way to a ledge that jutted out beside the window panes of the seventeenth floor apartments.

Kazune-Kakashi peered inside the first.

An older woman, contenting herself with feeding her…cats?

"Heh heh…hoooh dear." He laughed sheepishly, "Wonder if she knows about this?" (remember, Hotaru's cat-phobic!)

He moved onto the next window.

A middle aged couple, dancing together to the sounds of Eighties love songs.

"…lucky ducks." Kazune-Kakashi smiled, "They must have been together for a long time."

He started to move on, then stopped, looking back at the swaying couple.

"Wonder if we'll ever be like that?" he thought.

Kazune-Kakashi moved on.

Thenextwindow belonged to an overweight, balding, fourty-five year old computer/gamer geek, dressed in nothing but his boxers.

"GUH-HUH!" he choked, moving quickly, "I soooo didn't need to see that! Ugh…that'll haunt me in my nightmares for a good five years!"

Kazune-Kakashi managed to summon up what remained of his courage to glance into the last window.

The back of Hotaru's black and red streaked hair greeted his eyes, hunched slightly in front of a computer screen.

"Finally." He thought in exasperation, "This is waaayyy to hard on my heart."

He slid the window open noiselessly and entered the room with the stealth only a jounin would possess.

Hotaru continued to type, completely unaware (or so it appeared)

Kazune-Kakashi placed his left hand on the desk and brought his right around to cup her chin, tilting it up so she was looking at him.

He felt a pressure against his temple.

A box cutter.

"Oh." She said coolly, "It's you."

Hotaru didn't remove the box cutter from his head, though.

"Shoulda expected as much." Kazune-Kakashi sighed internally, "Unfortunately, I'm not in the mood to wait around anymore."

"Hotaru…lets talk." he said, still looking at her with mismatched eyes.

Hotaru looked fiercely up at him with black haloed eyed, his hand still wrapped around her chin.

"What if I'm not in much of a talking mood?" she growled.

Frowning slightly, he brought up his left hand, swatted the box cutter away and spun the office chair around to face him.

He wordlessly removed his hand from her chin and brought both arms around her waist, lifting her off the chair.

"Huh-HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU PERV!" she shrieked as Kazune-Kakashi brought the two of them into Hotaru's bedroom and sat them down on the bed so the Hotaru sat on his lap.

Hotaru tried to get up to leave, but Kazune-Kakashi had a solid grip.

She wasn't going anywhere.

"Now listen." He growled, "I'm letting you go until you hear me out."

"And why shold I?" she snarled, ice blue eyes flashing wildly, "The way you're acting? You're no better than Kyo-whoever he was!"

Kazune-Kakashi looked like he had been slapped.

"Okay." Hotaru thought, "Maybe that was below the belt."

What she failed to notice was the new resolve burning in his eyes.

He brought a hand behind her head, forcing her forward.

"Mmnnf!" Hotaru blinked, eyes widening in surprise at the sudden kiss.

Kazune-Kakashi pulled away, noticing with some satisfaction, that a profound blush had set in on Hotaru's face.

"But that's why I'm here." He smirked (ooooo, he's SO smexy when he does that!), "To prove that he and I…are nothing alike. He attempted deception. I'm putting my feelings out in the open."

He kissed the nape of Hotaru's neck.

"I love you." Kazune-Kakashi said quietly.

"You're lying." Hotaru spat, trying, unsuccessfully, to push him off.

"It's the truth." He murmured into her ear, hot breath making her shiver.

Kazune-Kakashi shifted his weight, so he now straddled the eighteen year old.

"It is lust. Nothing more." Hotaru hissed, through clenched teeth.

"No. It's not." Kazune-Kakashi muttered, licking her earlobe.

She fought back a groan, angered tears welling up in her eyes.

"It is. You're just like all the rest." Hotaru whimpered, a few incensed tears managing to make their escap, "Besides, how do I even know if you're the real Kakashi-perv or not? You could just be another doppelganger pretending."

"If I was like all the rest, do you really think I would have waited for you hundreds of years?" he asked.

Hotaru's eyes widened.

"…damn…" she mumbled.

Kazune-Kakashi smirked victoriously.

"I still don't think you're really Kakashi-perv." She muttered, "Someone on his level of perversion couldn't hold out THAT long ."

"Tch." Kazune-Kakashi grunted, now a little bit ticked.

"If you're quite done now…" he said, craftily moving his under the hem of her shirt, nipping at her neck.

"Pfft! Hee hee!" Hotaru snickered, face reddening, "Dummy! Thuh-that t-t-tickles! An-and wuh-when did I give y-you permission?"

He let his hand ghost her sides.

"I said that tickles!" Hotaru giggled.

Kazune-Kakashi's eyes narrowed, as he lifted up the hem of her shirt (no bra; it's late at night and she had no plans to go anywhere) and licked around the first pink bud.

"Khh…that ticklllles!" Hotaru shrieked with laughter, ensnarling her fingers in his hair to get him off.

Kazune-Kakashi twitched.

Oh lovely.

She had hyper-sensitive skin.

Juuuuuuuust great.

No matter.

Easily dealt with.

He would just have to be a bit…rougher…than he normally would.

He moved quickly and clamped his teeth over her nipple.

"AHH!" Hotaru gasped, eyes closing tightly as pain mixed with pleasure.

Kazune-Kakashi now alternated sucking and gentle biting.

"N…ah…ha..." she gasped trying to keep her thoughts together as he allowed his hands to travel further south.

"Ih-Idiot, wait!" Hotaru cried, as she felt a hand slide inside her panties.

Not to be deterred, he gave quick nip with his teeth.

"Ouch!" she gasped, "A! Uu."

Her eyes snapped open when she realized where his hand was.

"Not there!" Hotaru cried, eyes squeezing shut as he went to work massaging her cunt, "Nn-Aaa! Stop!"

"Muh-Moronnn!" she gasped, digging her nails into the sheets as the older man made his way to that place that had never been seen by another's eyes and went down on her, "Haa!"

"No…Not there…Stop!" Hotaru moaned.

Kazune-Kakashi paused for a moment and looked up at her.

"You're actually feeling pretty good, aren't you?" he smirked.

"But! But! Not there!" Hotaru managed as he went to work with his hands again.

"Here?" he asked tauntingly.

"Aa!" she gasped, trying her best to keep her voice down, "N…fuu…"

No way would she let him think she was enjoying this!

Stupid pig!

"Huh…cumming nicely aren't we?" He smirked, getting his hand into proper position

Hotaru had read enough Hentai and Yaoi to know what was coming and understandably freaked.

"St-St-Stupid!" she stammered as he re-situated her left leg, "Wah-wait! What-!"

Before she could protest, he inserted to fingers and began his search for that special place.

"Uuuuuu! Stop!" Hotaru moaned, gripping the sheets far more tightly.

Kazune-Kakashi glanced up at her with a small smirk, "You're the one enjoying this up to now, aren't you?"

Hotaru turning beet red and looking rather awkward squeaked, "You said that before…dumbass."

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Kazune-Kakashi smirked and prodded Hotaru's clitoris causing her to gasp in pleasure.

"Aa!" she cried, reaching back to swat the hand away, "Idiot Kakashi-perv wannabe! Stop doing that there!"

Kazune-Kakashi just smirked.

"But you're getting a good feeling here again." He said, flipping Hotaru on her side and working her cunt at the same time, "Aren't you?"

"Uu…tsun!" Hotaru cursed herself for even slightly enjoying anything this…this perverted asshole had to offer.

She was wrong before.

He was ten time WORSE than all the rest!

"I'm coming in with a finger you should be very scared of." Kazune-Kakashi informed her.

"Perver-!" Hotaru's retort was cut off as two of three finger prodded her in that fatal spot again, "Haan!"

Thinking he had molested her enough, Kazune-Kakashi withdrew the fingers.

"Ha…aan…" she gasped, looking up at him with a rather sulky look on her face.

Kazune-Kakashi felt heat rise to his face and flood his groin; it didn't matter if she was a goth.

She was just too damn cute too be allowed.

He couldn't hold out any longer.

He lifted her sweaty, gasping form off the bed and positioned her on his lap.

"Aaa…" Hotaru cried, unprepared for the sudden move.

Kazune-Kakashi licked her earlobe as he undid the button and zipper of his jeans with one hand.

"Ha…Stu-?" Hotaru managed before he sheathed himself inside her.

"Aa!" she cried as he moved her up and down causing wave after wave of unwanted pleasure and pain to shoot through her, "No…No!"

"That hurts, you ass!" Hotaru cried, wrapping her arms around his neck digging her black polished nails into the skin, "Bastard! Lecher!"

"That really hurts…" she groaned as the pleasure overrode the pain, "N…a…Kakashi-perv…Kakashi-perv is…"

"Hotaru…" Kazune-Kakashi murmured, looking into her face, screwed up in pain.

"Kakashi-perv is…haa…" she breathed, managing to open an eye to look at him.

"Only...Kakashi-perv...could be this stubborn." Hotaru thought.

"Kaka…shi…" she moaned.

Hotaru reached up and and wrapped her arms around him.

"KYAA!" she cried happily, "It's you! It really is you!"

Kazune-Kakashi felt the heat rush to his cheeks as he returned the hug.

"Of course!" Kazune-Kakashi smiled.

Hotaru flopped back on the bed and stared at him.

"…I got it already, so hurry up and pull it out!" she growled.

Kazune-Kakashi narrowed his eyes and lifted one of Hotaru's legs over his shoulders, beginning to massage her cunt again.

"AA!" she cried, pushing against the offending hand.

"Just let me feel it." he said, leaning forward and beinning to suck on her nipple.

"Ha..AA…" Hotaru gasped, "Kakashi-AA!"

"AAA…" She groaned as Kazune-Kakashi continued his special work, "Ku…HA…Nnn!"

Sensing the impending climax, he quickly withdrew and came over the bedsheets (trying top be a gentleman about it, collapsing next to Hotaru.

Next Morning…

"Nnn…whuh?" Hotaru awoke groggily.

"KYAAA!" she screamed, seeing the face so close to her own.

She quickly grabbed to bedside lamp and prepared for attack when she remembered what went on the night before.

Several fissures appeared in the lamp's base as her gripped tightened.

Malevolent ki surrounded her on all sides.

"Heh heh heh…oh Kakashi-perv…if you thought I was vindictive bitch before…" she cackled.

(A/N: Kakashi learns the true meaning of the word fear. Not giving ya anything other than that! HAHAHA!I'm soooo evil! R&R!)