Uncertain Feelings

Part 3

Love me without fear; trust me without questioning; need me without demanding; want me without restrictions; accept me without change; desire me without inhibitions, for a love so free…will never fly away.

By: Apherion

Chapter 2: Differences

Tsunade had given them different instructions about 348 hours ago (two weeks and half a day). Find Sasuke, look after the lower classed, and come back; kill if necessary. It was the fifteenth day of ramen and Sakura was going insane with everyone there and from the fact that the mission had become so tedious (she had started counting again, obsessive compulsive disorder-O.C.D. kicking in).

Naruto and Hinata were openly affectionate every time they got a chance to stop and rest their chakra before going off again. Naruto would occasionally pause to eat his ramen and Hinata would get some water, but then they'd start kissing again. It was amazing; nothing had ever prevented Naruto from ramen, but him under the influence of a woman…he probably could go days without eating it.

Ino and Shikamaru were no different, only that they tended to become private with their 'sessions'. Obviously they all thought that they were going to die within the mission.

"Get a grip on yourselves, or get lost!" Temari finally screamed at them. She was steadily getting irked at the constant sounds that were being made. Yet that wasn't what was getting Sakura all in a huffy, bitchy mood. Kakashi hadn't even held her hand longer than a second since they were on this thing.

"Why are you two just showing up right now?" Tsunade asked at their late arrival.

"Well you see, Tsunade-sama, I went over and picked Kakashi up," Sakura said, telling a white lie.

"And by the time I found him, we were late…so, I was dragging him up here." She smiled sheepishly and Tsunade sniffed.

"Sakura, I wish you weren't so influential all the time, but I guess it can't be helped. We have a change in plans…"

Sakura looked over at Kakashi, remembering why they were late to be shipped off on this mission. He had taken her to the memorial stone.

"This is why I'm always late, Sakura," he said softly, hugging her waist. As if he needed her to know this about him. She looked up at him, hugging his waist, pulling his body a little closer.

"You don't have to explain it to me, Kakashi," she knew about the ninjas that were put on this stone. They were heroes and some of the greatest Konohans.

"When I was on a jounin mission, one of my teammates ran off. She was a medic-nin like you. Her name was Rin." Sakura watched him, looking intently at the stone. "My other teammate, Obito Uchiha, asked if we could go after her, but I told him we had to finish the mission, with or without her." She moved her gaze from the man holding her, to the stone, watching his words coming to life.

"He called me an ass and a jerk. 'At least your father tried to save his friends!' He shouted that at me before he went for Rin. I continued with the mission until what he had said sank in. I went after the two and saw Obito get crushed by a stone. I fought off the shinobi that attacked Rin and Obito.

All of them were dead and I went to his side. I had injured my left eye badly." Sakura now knew why he had the scar. "Obito was dying and he knew it. He gave me two things when he left Konoha that day. Teamwork ethic-the ability to disregard everything to help your friends and teammates, the only reason you, Sasuke, and Naruto passed was because of that. Obito also gave me the sharigan. Rin made the transplant, but she too was between life and death and I rushed her to the medic building." His face became a bit shallow and voice sounded distant.

"They tried to save her, but she was too far gone for them by the time I finally got her to them. I nearly took off one medic's head when he told me that she died. She had already lost a lot of blood and her chakra levels were extremely low, but I thought there was a hope in saving her." Sakura put her right hand on his masked cheek. He bent down, swiftly taking off the mask, kissing her deeply, his tongue snaking inside her mouth.

She moaned into it as she felt him ravish her in the most pleasurable way. She was kissing him back as well, entangling her fingers in his silver-white hair. His left hand was supporting her neck, pushing her further into him. She gave as much access as he told her he wanted, though he was not demanding it of her.

They had made the most of every second like that. Sakura had never been so unabashed to let him do that in public. She longed for the feel once again. She wanted him so badly. She gazed at Kakashi's uneaten noodles and then at the one who was also staring into the fire. Thinking about me, she amused herself. Then she returned to her secondly current situation; the feisty ramen cup.

"Oh, you stupid; stupid thing open up!" She yelled furiously as she tried to open her ramen cup. It hated her, so she was venting her anger out on it.

"Let me help," Kakashi sighed exasperatedly while she fought with the ramen cup. She felt a gloved hand wrap itself around it, taking it from her.

"Bitch," she whispered in an undertone, glaring at the ramen cup that was now in Kakashi's hands.

"Kakashi," she said (more like asked), scooting a little closer to him, seeing that the coast was clear (as Ino, Hinata, and Temari had slipped off for a bath and Naruto and Shikamaru were gone; not real sure as to where they had gotten off to at the moment). He looked at her hard for a second before softening his look.

"I thought you went off with the girls," he said conversationally as his gaze drifted back to the cup of ramen as he began to open it. Sakura shook her head, bemusedly watching him struggle with the cup himself. She giggled as he tried to pry it open. Cleary, it hated him too. She blinked at him. If only he knew I had been blatantly waiting for an opportunity to get him alone…

"I took a bath last night and we didn't really work too hard today." She watched him pull out a kunai, leveling it before stabbing at the cup. The surface ripped, but just barely making a sizable gap for a finger to make it wider. The fire crackled merrily in time to the sound of Kakashi trying to complete his task (which he was failing miserably…but he was looking cute doing it).

"Where are Shikamaru and Naruto?" She asked smiling as he made a debacle of the whole ramen cup.

"I sent them out looking for firewood. Damn it all," he whispered under his breath, the thing still not opening. Sakura was surprised he let it slip, but the next one had her laughing.

"Fuck it," he said apathetically, stabbing it once more for good measure. It opened this time. Sakura laughed hard at this and Kakashi looked at her to fill him in on the joke.

"Brute force isn't always the answer," she giggled girlishly and she felt his hand touch her waist, his breath in her ear.

"Of course, it takes a large amount of persuasion," he muttered and she giggled again. He let go of her waist and he grabbed the kettle sitting beside the fire, the contents still hot. He poured enough to soften the noodles and then some. She blew on it to make it easier to eat.

They sat in silence as the secret couple ate. Slurping their noodles with less gusto than Naruto, Hinata, Shikamaru, Ino, and Temari did. She sighed, he wasn't going to do anything, and she knew it too. She felt a hand tickle her arm sending shivers through it. It was now or never.

She leaned into him and he placed a chaste kiss upon her lips (his mask was off because he was eating). She grabbed the back of his neck with her left hand before he could break the kiss completely. She untied the hiate-ate and took it off his face, setting it on the ground beside them. The moment became fevered in a matter of seconds, but he was pulling away.

"Don't," she began, leaning her forehead against his. "No one's going to see." She kissed him softly and pushed him to the ground where she straddled him and he set down his cup. His hands were sketching circles on her back, working their way up to her neck; drawing her closer to him, their lips only inches apart.

"You don't know that, Sakura," he replied, but stopped when she moved against him. She didn't know why it affected him, but all the same; he immediately kissed her with the force that she had been wanting. Her breathing became shallow faster than she had expected and her control had run its course. The balance of power shifting from her to Kakashi in a matter of seconds, but she moaned in approval nonetheless.

She had her legs wrapped around his waist, and he was supporting her neck to help her give him the access that she knew she could give him with the correct amount of leverage. Sakura had reached his hair in an instant when she felt his tongue pass through her lips. She felt the butterflies in her stomach reach a peak and she moaned into him, kissing him harder.

She then felt his hands begin to grope at her clothed body. She gasped when his hands took hold of her breasts and he deepened the kiss, their tongues brushing each other in a sensual dance while he kneaded the well-proportioned breasts in his hands. Her head was spinning with desire and need, arousal pooling inside her, wanting to break through.

His hot breath was now at the base of her neck, suckling it softly, licking it every once in a while, biting it occasionally. Her eyes fluttered open, widening with every rock against him that she was unconsciously doing. She could feel him through his clothing and her own, vaguely aware of how fast his hands had shifted perfectly from her chest to her hips in a second or so. Her mouth opened feeling every bit of it get to her.

"Do you…want…this…Sakura," he panted hard, trying to breathe. She had done this to him, and she smiled a flush forming on her cheeks from the consistency of him touching her in all the right places. I would be too cruel to both of us if I stopped him now. I want this; I want him.

"Do you…not want me?" She asked, pouting, pulling his head down to hers, and forcing him to kiss her the way she wanted. Yet even though her hand fell from its position, he seemed to be staying there of his on accord. The 'correct' answer, if you will, to her question.

He picked her up, hand wavering from her curves to her bottom. He squeezed it, causing Sakura to open her mouth even more, allowing him just more than enough to devour. She could feel her need for him becoming more apparent and she broke away from him saying without words to get a move on. He chuckled darkly, knowing he had the upper hand. Breathing became a chore, and she wished she didn't have to in order to survive.

She was glad that his tent was away from the others, as well as hers. She wanted to be beside him, and was, the whole two weeks and about twelve hours (and thirty-seven seconds), but he must've been afraid that they would be caught. That was her guess, but she wouldn't bank on it. He didn't really seem to care about getting caught at moment (being caught in the moment herself, she didn't even want to think about the possibilities).

He had slipped the side-slit shirt (that could be mistaken as a skirt if you weren't looking properly) over her head, his gaze fixing on the black bra. Noticing where his eyes were, she began to take it off, but was stopped by his hand grasping her wrists, lifting them above her head. She felt her breathing quicken sharply, and he kissed her down onto his pillow. It smelled like him, but she was glad she had the real thing pinning her hands above her. His other hand unclasped the bra quite easily.

"Kakashi," she whimpered softly, dying from the need to feel him against her, hard and pleasant. He shook his head and kissed her, forcing her mouth open with his tongue. He let go of her wrists and the hands attached to them went directly to his hair, her breathing labored and worn out, as if she had been running. Her spandex shorts came off, if possible, faster than her shirt did. She sighed; glad that that burden was gone. She began pulling off his shirt. He's bound to be really hot right now; Sakura couldn't help thinking, even though it was best not to think (so as to not ruin the moment with frivolous things).

When she went for his pants though, her hands were denied, wrists getting caught in one of his hands again, forcing them above her head once more. She felt him adjust her to where he was doing the straddling. Then a greedy hand pulled off her lower undergarment. She gasped audibly and he looked at her intently.

"Are…you…sure?" He asked, trying his best to control himself at the moment. You've got to be kidding me! Yes I want this! Of course I'm sure!

"Kakashi…" she breathed, "be my first…and last…" he kissed her, pushed her legs apart with his knees, and she felt one of his fingers slip inside her slick opening. His tongue darted inside her mouth in time with his finger pushing in and out of her, while he added one more to help open her up. The combination of the two made her tighten around him, feeling a new sensation passing through her body. Too soon did he remove the fingers from her, kissing her lips once more before letting her go and licking the fingers clean. She couldn't get up though; Kakashi was leaning too heavily against her. She heard his remaining clothes fall off him, her job done without her even lifting a finger to help.

"Sakura," he was talking fast now that they were so close. She looked up at him with her green eyes burning alive from the desire eating her. "This will hurt," he said it before kissing her with rough, uninvited force and she felt him enter her. It tore her inside, and she squeezed her eyes further closed, trying to block out the pain. Being still a virgin until that moment and having done nothing to hopefully add a bit of width to her, it was difficult for her not to scream out. She had been ready for him, she wanted him so badly, and he was going as slow as he could to help her get used to his size.

Tears leaked from the tightly shuteyes, but Kakashi didn't move once he had pushed into her. She was grateful for it. She tightened against him, abs taut, and hands clutched on each shoulder. He broke the bruising kiss and licked her face clean of the tears. She opened her eyes, still hurting. She examined his every limb. Perfectly cut, strong arms (which she was latched onto), proportioned chest and stomach, and his beautiful face.

"Kakashi," she whispered tearfully looking at him; knowing he wanted her as much as she did, knowing it wasn't just a one-night fling. He filled her completely, body and soul, and the pain was ebbing away. It was beginning to feel good. He kissed her lips softly.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, finally relieving her of her bra, helping her let go of his shoulders. He knows how bad it must feel. He's waiting for it to stop hurting me. Sakura felt tears in her eyes and she kissed him, pushing him further into her, wincing just slightly, but letting him know she was ready.

"Thank you," she mumbled, out of breath already. He smiled at her and kissed her again, pulling out of her just a bit before pushing into her slowly, and so it went on, until Sakura began insisting more, moving against him, wanting him. She could feel the lustful blush forming on her cheeks as the tent began to get stuffy and hot. She knew little sounds of pleasure were being brought out from her, and she knew his smile had widened.

She rocked against him, wrapping her legs around his waist, trying to feel him in her even more. Masochistically wanting to feel the pain again, her breathing practically shot. She pushed into him harder than she did before, feeling it shock her body. She sighed, longing for the feeling again.

Without words she was getting exactly what she was wanting. He was rising to the occasion quite gracefully, but of course he was well practiced at this and Sakura wouldn't have it any other way. She felt him move faster against her, friction building between them, slamming (for lack of a softer term to describe) into her harder. It was causing her to grip his hair and curl her toes out of pleasure.

She could feel everything steadily becoming too hot, too sticky, too hard, too fast, and too good. She was getting sensitive to her surroundings begging for something, even though she didn't know what.

"Ka-kaka-shi," she moaned as he pushed her down softly, pushing into her with increasing speed, making it too much for the girl. Before she even realized it, she was on top of him; his hands on her hips, guiding her on him, helping her feel him even more. She gasped from what he was giving her, and spread herself as far as she could. She was letting him get the full feel of her as she tried to keep up with his thrusts into her. She began to tighten extremely.

She felt him continue like nothing had happened and she tried to do the same, but she couldn't. His hands however, forced her hips down on his, causing her to cry out in ecstasy, allowing the sensation to overwhelm her form as he pushed as far into her as her contracting would permit.

Kakashi Point of View

He kissed her, and amidst the sex and his almost climax, someone interrupted.

He broke the kiss, released her, sat up, and covered the two of them so fast the intruders didn't see a thing except that he and Sakura were in a questionable position to the other former student gazing in awe along with his girlfriend that had just come through the flap of the tent.

Sakura, unaware of the situation, crawled behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder affectionately. Then her half-closed eyes opened completely and she saw Naruto and Hinata staring at her and Kakashi in disbelief. She screamed in alarm and buried her head in his back below his neck.

Kakashi knew they had seen enough to know what happened. He could feel her shaking with tears; ashamed of letting her friends catch her like that.

"S-Sakura…?" Naruto asked in utter trepidation. Kakashi felt her grip on him tighten. She stopped crying, but her body was shaking terribly. His stomach twisted. They're going to report this…

"How could you?" Naruto said, raising his voice. Hinata kept quiet.

"She's…you…" Naruto was shaking with fury, but Hinata made a muffled cry into her hands. Naruto looked at her, wide-eyed.

"She was his fucking student!" He pointed at Sakura curled up as best as she could. "And he…he's fourteen years older than she is!"

"Not now, Naruto. Now's not the time," Hinata whispered, her white eyes and navy blue hair made her look fuller of meaning along with her tone. She seems to know a bit more than she's letting on…

Then thing got worse, if that was possible.

Ino shoved Shikamaru outside when he tried to say something when she, Temari, and Shikamaru had entered. Of course, he thought, Sakura would've told Ino and Hinata about her feelings. Temari looked at them though, disgust written on her face.

"I was woken up because of this?" Temari glared at Naruto, who glared back with malice, and she rolled her eyes at him. She being older-and mature-than everyone except himself and Sakura, stormed out, saying something about how trivial the 'happening' was and the blonde was making more out of it than he should have.

Hinata and Ino dragged Naruto from the tent. Hinata re-entered a while after Ino had and spoke softly to both of them while Ino helped Sakura dress.

"Naruto…he doesn't mean anything by his…outbursts. It was just a state of shock for him." Hinata looked pleadingly at him. "He's going to overreact…Sakura's like his sister." The skirt-like shirt had been pulled over her head and she was struggling into her shorts at the moment. Ino soon finished her job and left with Hinata.

He blinked and looked at the girl cowering behind him. He tossed the blanket aside, pulling her into a tight embrace, kissing her tenderly. He let her go, but caught her waist to steady her from the sudden sensation. When he let her go once again, he dawned his clothing as quickly as possible. He gripped her waist and half carried her though the passageway. Naruto lunged for him, but Sakura stopped him as best she could. Her hands were placed on his shoulders.

"N-Naruto…I…I don't expect you to…understand," she got out, her voice was tired and she still wore the post-sex symptoms of fatigue hitting her form. "I…I just want…I…wanted… it…" she breathed each word, and Naruto stopped fighting to get out of her grip. She let him go and he looked from her to him. Kakashi could feel the glare.

"You've brainwashed her!" Naruto accused, pointing his finger at him. Then something else happened that increased the tenseness of the situation. Naruto pushed Sakura out of the way and hit Kakashi.

Naruto Point of View

It had truly been a long day. Hinata, Ino, and Temari had gone to take a bath, and Shikamaru and I were told to get more firewood. Sakura and Kakashi were alone when we left, a considerable distance between themselves as well. The last I saw was Sakura trying to force open a ramen cup, muttering curses at it apparently at the look on her face. Silly, I had thought; you can't force ramen to open. I told Shikamaru about this and he laughed.

"That Sakura has always been a character. Sometimes I think she has some mental issues, you know, the one second she's all fine and the next, 'What the fucking hell do you think you're doing?'" Naruto laughed and shot back.

"Nah, I think that's you're woman that you're talking about right there. Ino…woo, firecracker if I ever saw one." Shikamaru had agreed profusely.

"Ino gets too worked up sometimes. I think running that flower shop and having missions to go on is too much on her," Shikamaru said shaking his head, leading the way to a good spot for firewood.

"Don't tell her that! You know hell would be raised," I had come back with, picking up several good-sized 'twigs'. Shikamaru laughed so hard he nearly dropped the small amount that was clinging to his arms.

"Yeah, I do know, but sometimes…" he got this look on his face that said 'whoa, dude'. "I just love getting her pissed at me. It fucking hilarious watching her get red in the face from embarrassment and anger…she just cracks me up." Shikamaru shook with silent laughter as we picked up several more sticks and logs of wood for the fire.

"The truth is out!" I said laughing hard, balancing my pile of sticks in my arms. Never would've pictured you to be someone to piss someone off for the hell of it," I said, the pile in my arms beginning to obscure my vision.

"Believe it," he said, using my worn-out saying. "I think we should head back before 'the ladies' begin to miss us. They might be getting cold." I laughed, silently adding, 'and I don't think we could make it back if we grabbed any more sticks.'

As we stumbled we heard the girls splashing about in the tiny pool of a lake and I inwardly smiled, remembering fondly at how uncomfortable Hinata had been with me the first time. A smirk reached my face; I had definitely worked her up to it. I sighed, and Shikamaru did as well.

When we had finally gotten back to camp, Kakashi and Sakura were nowhere to be found.

We shrugged it off, figuring they'd be back within a few minutes. I mean Hinata and I never stayed gone too long. Hearing Hinata, Ino, and Temari walk in laughing jolted me from my thinking of Sakura with our ex-teacher.

"Hey baby," I said, pulling Hinata into my arms. Shikamaru gave Ino his usual greeting before she had placed herself perfectly fitted inside his lap. Somehow she was able to do this, but I myself wasn't sure how. I mean her butt was one of the biggest I've seen for a girl like her. Skinny as a rail, but an ass the size of a boulder, I mean to say…

"I'm going to bed," Temari huffed, turning back around and heading for her tent, which was close to the sorry excuse for a lake. We gave little notice to her as she walked off into that direction.

She might get thirsty was her reply when we had asked her why she had set up there. Hinata and I shared a tent, so did Shikamaru and Ino, so we weren't too far away from the fire. Sakura always sent up wherever Kakashi did, so we never really bothered to bother them. Questionable, yes, but I knew Sakura wouldn't let the pervert touch her.

I kissed Hinata on the lips, pressing her into my body. She tensed a bit, but relaxed at my stroking touch on the small of her back. She moaned a little into me, making me feel excited. I brushed my tongue across her smooth lips and gained access without trying.

I tasted every bit of her, lavishing each stroke of my tongue on hers. The best part was how she tasted like ramen from tonight's (and last night's and the night before that's, etc.) dinner. If I were to compare and contrast my love to Hinata to anything, it would have to be ramen, because I love her and ramen, but I love her more.

She was beginning to kiss me back when I heard something cry out. I pulled away and looked at Shikamaru who looked back at me with the same look on his face. The cry wasn't out of pain…but if anyone in the vicinity were to know that sound, it would be us guys.

I looked back and Hinata whose eyes had grown large, as had Ino's. I began running in the direction I knew where the cry had come from.

She wouldn't have let him touch her, I kept reassuring myself. She's probably just messing around, just playing him. He would never actually do it to her anyway. My breathing hitched terribly as I closed the gap between the tent and myself. I entered it without making my presence known beforehand. The demon inside me roared with words of betrayal.

I didn't notice that Hinata had followed me, but it felt like I was going to kill Kakashi if I could get my hands on him. I was beyond anger, beyond being pissed off…the feeling I was feeling at the moment could only be described as blind rage. She was kissing his shoulder now, and my eyes grew wider with each second. He had at least covered both of them up before he could see everything, but what he didn't see, he already knew about.

"S-Sakura," I was surprised I could find my voice. "How could you?" I said; my voice rose to Kakashi.

"She's…you," I was having a hard time stringing words together. I heard my woman squeak into her hands and I looked at her wide-eyed.

"She was his fucking student!" I finally got out. "And he…he's fourteen years older than her!"

"Not now, Naruto. Now's not the time," Hinata whispered, not flinching when I had cursed loudly right in front of her. Shikamaru was shoved outside by Ino before he even got a word in. I had felt their auras coming, as well as a high-tempered Temari who was half-asleep.

"I was woken up because of this?" She looked at me, glaring menacing in my direction. I got defensive and glared harder at her; she walked off saying I was making too big of a deal out of Kakashi and Sakura having sex. The thought repulsed me.

Before I knew it, I had been dragged outside the tent with Hinata holding me back.

"Naruto, she loves him, don't do it," Hinata pleaded with me inside my ear, but it was too late for reason to come through. Hinata went back inside, not returning until later with Ino at her side. Kakashi and Sakura came through and I lunged. Sakura stopped me.

Half the things she said didn't even penetrate my clouded mind, the demon inside growing stronger with hate. When Sakura's mouth stopped moving, Naruto shoved her aside, his little control fading at once.

Kakashi looked at me like I was crazy. He didn't even bother putting on his mask, but I was so pissed off, I didn't really care. His sharigan was moving quickly, spinning catching me off-guard.

I doubled-over wincing in pain as I felt a burning start inside my stomach. It was excruciating and tedious to bear. I growled in pain and shot forward, lashing out at Sakura's attacker and mine. The pain worsened as I tried to allow the demon within to take over.

I looked wildly around for leverage and found it. I took Sakura into my arms and held her close to me; I watched his reaction. The pain hurt, but it was drifting away from me, in exchange for her. She was even fighting to get out of my hold, trying to get to him. I threw her at his feet where she stumbled slightly, but held herself upright.

"Don't touch her," I growled furiously. Instead of hearing a reply from him though, I heard another voice.

"Touching, but I don't think you will have to worry about her for long," the voice drifted somewhere from the trees above, and I knew who it was. The scent of Itachi reeked in the area. I just barely caught the next words for shock of the other person I had smelled.

"…Toys to be played with," this was obviously Sasuke, and both men were talking about Sakura. I knew it, I just did. Sasuke appeared in my line of vision and he laughed at me, muttering words only I could hear.

"Loser, trying to protect our 'little sister' from Kakashi, ha, I doubt that you can protect her from Itachi once he gets his hands on her!" My heart skipped a beat, two beats. My breathing stopped. I snapped and lurched forward, lashing out at Sasuke.

"If you can talk, back it up!" I yelled, throwing a tai-jutsu move at him, which he blocked easily.

"Gladly," he taunted me, doing the exact same jutsu, but I couldn't block it in time. I feel to the ground and I came back up. I didn't look into his face, my own body taken its toll for the day, gave into its last energy source, the Kyuubi.

It took over me, making me slash and kick out without provocation, hitting whatever it could. More ninjas had joined the fray, as well as the team sent to find and retrieve Sasuke. I lost my mind, fighting blindly. Only knowing that I was after Sasuke and the others were fighting the missing-nins.

"You can't even hit me!" Sasuke yelled, laughing. "Boy, I wish you could've seen the look on her face when Itachi first attacked her!" I had lost it completely and I grabbed hold of his neck, slowly squeezing his windpipe close to breaking. I heard him splutter for breath as I began to grow stronger in longing to kill, waiting for blood to be spilled on the forest floor.

"Blood," I whispered in lust for it. I threw my victim with as must force as the fox inside allowed, tossing him aside like he was a used ramen cup. I followed with a spurt of speed that matched any well-trained ninja. I slammed Sasuke into the ground using a kunai before he hit a neighboring tree. His blood warmed my clothing and the demon lusted after the scent.

"Kill," I said, not myself as I landed on top of Sasuke, pounding my fists into his face, his chest, blood gushing from his wounds that I had inflicted. I didn't know where the others were, nor did I care. I didn't even realize what I was doing. I cared only for the blood and my eyes grew wide with the passion for it. I licked my hands tasting it for the first time.

I didn't hear his pleading cry to stop as I pulled my fist back as far as I could, no longer knowing that I was fighting Sasuke, my former teammate, ex-rival, and old friend. I thrust my fist into his head, hearing a crunching sound. That sound brought me back to reality.

I looked at what I had done, and I looked at my hands. My hands were covered with blood, his blood. I leapt to my feet, frightened at what I had done, scared that I might do it again. I let out a strangled cry, tears running down my face. I had done it. I killed Sasuke!

Kakashi Point of View

"Touching, but I don't think you will have to worry about her for long," the voice obviously had an affect on Sakura. She looked wildly around, more frightened than when everyone found them (and that's saying something as she was really freaked out). Kakashi wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close to his body. She relaxed, but only a little.

"Yeah, toys are to be played with." That voice he knew quite well. Sasuke appeared and Naruto looked at him in incredulity. Sasuke laughed at him and that sent Naruto reeling. Kakashi could feel his chakra levels going off the charts. The fox may be giving him a run for his money, he thought staring at Naruto.

Sasuke ran at him, dodging Hinata who was pumping chakra into her eyes, readying herself for a fight. Missing-nin appeared as well, overtaking them into battle. Sakura was at a disadvantage and Kakashi knew it. She was trying hard not to look frightened by the ordeal at hand, but she was fretting horribly and was trying to get out of his grasp.

Naruto and Sasuke were getting into it. Each throwing punches and jutsus at the other; missing occasionally and sometimes hitting dead-on, unhinging the opponent for a couple of seconds before they indulged in fighting again. Naruto's control was leaving him and Sasuke was beginning to use the sharigan.

The others were engaged with the missing-nins. Each doing something in equivalence to what Naruto or Sasuke was doing. Kakashi however, was looking for the attacker that had yet to face them. Then Sakura was wrested from his grip harshly, and he only caught a glimpse of Itachi using a jutsu that would be easy to copy.