The summer night's air felt good to the Copy Ninja's hot flesh. He was a mix of anger and sexual frustration as he made his way back to his one bedroom apartment.

Even though he wholly blamed his condition on his perverted friend, he knew he was also partly to blame. It was his mind coming up with the erotic images being flashed before his eyes. It was his own voice whispering in his ear every time he laid his one eye on the girl.

She wasn't a girl any more though and that was the problem. She was now a 21 year old woman. A woman that made 'little Kakashi' come to life the moment her presence conjured up images that involved various positions of dirty rough sex.

Things had gotten so bad that even without her presence; his mind still lingered on her image. Every time he cracked open his faithful ink filled friend, he felt the bitter taste of betrayal.

Instead of 'Junko' taking a beaten female opponent from behind, it was himself forcing a submissive Sakura against that brick alley wall.

Instead of some busty female beating 'Junko' into submission and forcing herself on him, it was Sakura playing the seductive temptress on himself.

Kakashi didn't know how much more of this he could take. Normally, if a woman frustrated him so, he would give in to his carnal desires and take her with everything he had.

But this was Sakura and the younger woman was definitely off limits to him for more reasons than one.

He knew he should feel disgusted with even the mere thought of the younger kunoichi being naked, but he didn't and that was his soul problem.

He knew the girl since she was twelve years old. He knew the girl before she had even gotten her hands bloody with her first kill.

Still, instead of seeing that child like smile and those naïve eyes, he saw tempting lips and seductive glances. Not to mention the other parts of her that seemed to call his name.

It was like an evil temptress whispered in his ear whenever his eyes fell on her womanly assets.

Whenever his dark orb swept over her humble bosom all he heard was, "Don't you want to squeeze me? I'll fit oh so perfectly in your strong manly hands. Come on pinch me, lick me…"

Needless to say, that little voice said the same things about her heart shaped little ass as well.

When Kakashi finally made it home, he grumpily made his way inside and kicked off his sandals. He unzipped his green vest and tossed it into the corner as his aggravated body fell back onto his bed with a bounce.

In the darkness and silence, image upon vile image assaulted him then. But at least in the confines of his own home he was able to do something about them. He didn't have to tensely sit around a crowd of people or worry about the object of his thoughts clueing in to his plight.

He could simply give in to this new temptation in the only way he was willing.

If the woman was strictly off limits to his touch, he would relish in having her in his mind if only to stem the flow of desire for now.

So Kakashi did the one thing he had his mind set on the entire journey back to his lonely apartment.

He picked out his favorite steamy fantasy, laid back and simply took pleasure in the moment.

He may not have been able to touch her in the flesh, but he could do whatever the hell he wanted in his mind.

Kakashi stripped the gloves from his hands and threw them across the room, pulled down his mask and flung his headband to accompany his gloves.

Even before the scene started to play on the back of his eyelids, his hand was already tracing small circles on the firm flesh of his stomach beneath his dark blue shirt.