(A/N: HEYA! Lady Hiran's Back! Sorry that I haven't updated in forever, but the timeouts on this site prevented me from doing as such. That said, ON WITH THE FIC!)

Kakashi glanced at his watch.

6:22 A.M.

The target would be arriving shortly.

He gripped the folds of his coat tightly around himself, steam forming from his breath hitting the cold morning air.

He checked the time again.

6:25 A.M.

He shifted from one foot to the other, waiting to hear the familiar jingle of chains clinking and rattling, the recognizable tandem of footsteps belonging to the target.

He checked the time on his wristwatch one more time.

6:26 A.M.

Hotaru appeared around the corner and Kazune-Kakashi readied himself.

Hotaru snorted.

It had been almost three days since she had stoked the fires of war and no sign of Kakashi-perv.

"Could I have really have scared him that badly?" she thought mischievously, "Too bad! I wanted to mess with him a little more first."

She felt a sudden rush of weight rush into her.

The scenery rushed past in a blur of color and there was a loud slamming sound.

Hotaru recognized this place.

It was the ladies room scross from the fountains in the middle of Central Park.

It was along her walking route.

She also knew immediately whom her assailant must be.

"Kakashi-perv…you idiot." She thought.

Kazune-Kakashi wasted no time.

He crushed his lips against hers and began fumbling with the zipper on her baggy, oversized black jeans.

Kazune-Kakashi's tongue entered Hotaru's mouth, begging for an entrance.

Hotaru gave in (though not very willingly), making them fight for dominance.

A low moan involuntarilyescaped Hotaru's mouth as Kazune-Kakashi's hand found it's way inside her underwear.

He pulled away, saliva dripping from his lips.

Kazune-Kakashi licked the side of his mouth and leaned in again, sucking the nape of her neck.

Hotaru gritted her teeth together as Kazune-Kakashi continued to skillfully work his fingers.

He brought up his free hand and began to massages her nipples.

Kazune-Kakashi smirked.

Hotaru was working oh, so hard to not cry out.

He glanced at his watch again.

He better hurry this along, or Hotaru would be late for her classes.

Bringing his index and middle finger, he shoved two fngers inside her.

"AH!" Hotaru gasped.

Kazune-Kakashi smiled to himself, quite pleased.

He stabbed at that sweet, fatal spot.

"Nn…AA!" Hotaru moaned, digging her nails into his back.

"Not much longer now." Kakashi thought, prodding her clit in rapid succession.

Hotaru let out a strangled cry, trying her best to push down the scream of pleasure that wanted desperately to escape.

He felt her go slack and lowered her to the ground.

Noticing Hotaru had saliva at the corner of her mouth, he licked her entire mouth and pulled away.

"Have a good day…sweetheart." Kazune-Kakashi smirked, removing the barricade he had set up and exiting the restroom.

"P-perverted…bastard." She mumbled numbly.

Kazune-Kakashi whistled cheerfully to himself, reveling in his victory…

…not realizing he had had an audience.

"That….gonna…must…kill!" Hajime managed, just barely containing his rage.

"I knew he was a perv, but jeez." Shigure-Sasuke thought.

"That guy!" Taka-Naruto growled, "He's gonna pay for that!" (defensive because of the whole, descendant thing and all)

Gakushi-Gaara created a small typhoon of sand around him and growled ferally (also slightly overprotective)

"I godda ask him for pointers." Kiba and Kankuro thought.

Hotaru cleaned herself up by way of toilet tissue and the bathroom sink.

Only by running at top speeds was she able to make it to class on time.

"Rrrgh!" She thought to herself, "That was low, Kakashi-perv. Reeeeal low. SNAKES couldn't get that low!"

Hotaru was giving of a ferocious battle aura that could be seen and felt by the entire class, and many began shrinking away from her.

Already her mind was ablaze with ideas for her next attack.

It was difficult to settle on just one though.

One idea after another flitted though her head, making the malevolent smirk that was growing on her lips widen into a very frightening demonic grin.

"I've got it." she snickered, "Heh…heh heh heh heh…Heh HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

"What's th' deal with Uzumaki?"Peter whisered to Amelia, more than a little scared.

"SHHHH! Don't look at her!" Rochelle hissed.

Later That Day- 8:23 P.M…

"OI! Kakashi-perv!"

Kazune-Kakashi turned his gaze towards the direction of the voice.

Hotaru sat at the bar, decked out in her usual gothic attire, waving frantically.

"About time, damn it." She snorted, "I was beginning to think you weren't gonna show."

"Heh heh!" he smiled sheepishly, "Sorry 'bout that."

When Hotaru had asked him out for drinks, it felt more than a little suspicious, so he sent a few of the boys agead to make sure it wasn't a gay bar.

When his suspicions were set aside, he discover he was VERY late.

Not that he would tell her that.

"Well what are you waiting for? An invitation?" Hotaru said in annoyance, "Come on! Let's drink!"

Smiling he nodded and took the stool next to her.

"Whaddle it be?" The bartender asked.

"Jack Daniels for me." Hotaru responded, "What about you?"

"Hundred proof Whiskey." Kakashi said casually.

An Hour Later…

"Hey! Y' kno wah?" Kakashi slurred, slumping against Hotaru, "I jush realished…th' mah hansh ur all shticky."

"Good to know." Hotaru smirked.

After her first shot, she had the Kyuubi start ridding her body of alcohol as she imbibed it.

Kazune-Kakashi, however, not being possessed by any demon of any kind, was sloshed to the gills.

It was only a matter of time before-

-THWMP-

"SHNOOOOOOXXX!"

"Perfect." She snickered, "This going exactly as I planned it."

"Hey, Anthy!" she called, summoning up a openly gay, completely flaming Italian/Spaniard American, "Could you take this guy home with and let him sober up? I'd do it myself, but my apartments waaaaaaaay too cramped for space."

(A/N: Anthy-Anthony)

"Not a prob!" Anthony smiled, "Especially with a cutie like this. OOOOO! Lookit his ass! Whatta doll!"

"Try not to rape him, or I'll have to tell Dane on you." Hotaru laughed.

"I won't." Anthony said, sticking his tongue out at her as he hefted the man over his shoulder.

"Nnnn!" Kazune-Kakashi moaned, "Oh my head!"

He shifted himself upright, finding himself to be on an unfamiliar bed.

"What th' hell did I do last night?" he thought as his head throbbed.

"Hey there, sexy. Sleep well?"

Kazune-Kakashi heard the tone of tha voice and knew that it didn't belong to a woman of any sort.

He lifted his head to see a very attractive, olive skinned man, dressed in nothing but a bathrobe and a smile.

"No." he thought in horror, "I didn't."

"Hey, sweetness!" another male voice called, "Has that steamin' hunka man meat woken up yet?"

Another looker, nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, currently rufling his hair dry with another, strode in.

"Yup!" the first man smiled, "And he looks even better with his eyes open."

"I DID!" Kazune-Kakashi's mind screamed.

Without another word, he dashed out of the room and out the front door.

Anthony and Dane blinked.

"Are all of Hotaru's friends from Japan that weird?" Dane asked.

"I'm starting to wonder." Anthony sighed.

(A/N: Hotaru's psychological tactics put her temporarily in the lead, but Kazune-Kakashi ups the ante. Hotaru a bit winded counters with...IRUKA! R&R)