Chapter II: Who's That Girl?

When you see her, say a prayer and kiss your heart goodbye

She's trouble, in a word get closer to the fire

Run faster, her laughter burns you up inside

You're spinning round and round

You can't get up, you try but you can't

Saturday morning came to Hatake Kakashi with very little rest. The fact of trying to close his eyes and enter even a light sleep was nothing but a herculean task. It wasn't just because of the surprise that that Friday night had prepared for him, but the whole week that had been nothing but heavy and exhausting.

Kakashi was still in his early thirties, and he already felt as old as the world. Being the English literature teacher in a private high school these days was more complex and complicated than he could have ever imagined. Being around teenagers was driving him crazy, not because he didn't like teaching, but because of all that it implied.

Kakashi had once been a teenager too, and of course, on more than one occasion, he had had a crush on his teachers, but he limited himself to looking at them adoringly and at most leaving them some innocent gift like the well-known apples. But today, the world was turned upside down. His students were absolutely crazy, and if it weren't because they were teenagers, he would have already denounced them for harassment. Because the innocent apples had turned into perfumed underwear, explicit love letters, photographs that could at least be called indecent, messages on his social networks, that he eventually would have to close, and on his personal phone with any question as an idiotic excuse to see if he would answer or not. If Kakashi did the math, many of his students could be his children, a thought he preferred to keep as far away as possible, but what was it that these kids had in their minds? For God's sake, he wasn't a paedophile. How could they even imagine that they would have a chance? He even started to think about wearing a mask that covered half his face all the time, but he really doubted that that would actually work. What bothered Kakashi the most was the bureaucracy that came with the situation. He could always play dumb around the kid's insinuations, but going every week to Principal Tsunade's office to report his student's behaviour was exhausting. Exhausting but necessary. What if one day, some parents moderately concerned about the actions of their capricious children misunderstood the situation, and he ended up involved in a scandal that not only didn't matter to him in the least but that could seriously damage his ethics and morals? Being a teacher wasn't the best job in the world, but it was his job, and he wanted to keep it as well as his excellent reputation.

So the weekend meant a few things for Kakashi: two whole days away from the horny students and some time to relax and release some tensions.

After leaving school that Friday afternoon, Kakashi headed straight for the gym. Just because he was a teacher didn't mean he had to become one of those middle-aged men in tweed suits with glasses and bodies that could barely support themselves, although that might help with the situation with his students.

Two hours of training and a bit of sparring with his friend Guy helped Kakashi to start to feel like the weekend was near. However, nothing could escape his friend's endless talk about how he was losing the perks of youth by sabotaging every date he had and his personal life too. For Guy, at this point, Kakashi should already have a good relationship with a good woman who would fill the number of lonely hours that his friend had. For him, Kakashi was still duelling his last relationship that had ended three years ago. Though Kakashi disagreed with that, he did have to recognize that he was already getting tired of having date after date without any result, even though that very same Friday Kakashi had agreed to go on a blind date arranged by Guy and some others of his friends.

Hatake Kakashi was not a loaded man, but he wasn't in the position to complain regarding his economy. As an only child, and with both parents dead, he had the unlucky fortune to receive an interesting inheritance that, together with his salary, allowed him to have a comfortable life, including an apartment that he bought a few years ago only to himself and just because of the view. An apartment in a modern building in which he could see the whole city from the living room, the kitchen and the guest room. The only problem was his own room: though having a nice big balcony, half the view was blocked by a building that was too close for his liking. In his imagination, between his room and the one across, which was always empty, they were barely separated by a few meters, although it wasn't really like that. So instead of making the best out of his room, he only had there the big bed, a lamp, a nightstand and the wardrobe.

Kakashi arrived home that Friday almost at sunset, he checked the time, and he still had plenty of time before the blind date set for him, another dull night in which he would play the listener and not the talker. It wasn't the girl's fault; it never was. He wasn't that selfish macho who believed that women were boring, dull and only useful for one thing. It was him the one that wasn't finding himself, so it was fair to say that by now, it wasn't an overstatement that Kakashi could already present himself in a monastery as a celibate. So instead of going straight to the shower, he decided to go out to his balcony in his own room against all odds.

At first, Kakashi got lost in the blue and orange colours of the sky. The dim city lights that were slowly spreading across the streets and the loud traffic sound that he enjoyed so much. It was peaceful and relaxing, and the hot summer breath was kind of refreshing. He hunched lazily over the balcony railing and looked down, feeling the vertigo of the height in which he was. But as in a dream, in which everything changes as quickly as confusedly when he raised his head once again, he was met with the strangest sight of his life. In the room across his balcony where he never used to see anyone, now a half-naked woman was freely playing with Chinese martial weapons.

At first, Kakashi didn't repair the woman's nakedness in front of him but in her gracious and fluid movements. She clearly knew some martial arts knowledge, or she was an artist or a student maybe, but she knew what she was doing and that Kakashi liked. It was a few moments later that he started noticing the woman in front of him.

He noticed her pink hair that fell gently just below her chin, her straight back with a perfect curve that reached the edge of her panties, and her well-shaped legs. Who was this girl who freely exposed herself like this in front of him? Kakashi couldn't move, just flashed a shy, nervous smile. He knew he should walk away from that vision, but instead, he just put his hands in his pockets and waited.

Kakashi waited as a child waited for a gift but didn't do anything about it. Was he supposed to yell at her and tell her to cover or just let her be? He was a gentleman, but he was still a man, so the feelings were more than contradictory. It wasn't until she turned back to the window that their gazes truly met. The girl with pink hair had huge eyes that seemed green. A finger in her mouth that seemed to drip a little blood and a defiant look exposing her breasts with total freedom and challenge. She played with a dagger in hand without leaving his eyes, and he was feeling strange. Yes, he couldn't stop looking at her, her perfect no too big breasts, which he was sure they fitted perfectly in his hands, her waist, and that simple cotton black panty. But above all, her eyes.

What finally took Kakashi out of this dreamingly but strange situation was the girl in panties showing him the dagger in a menacing but inviting way. It was too much for him. For all Kakashi knew, it could have been a mistake of her to act like that. Or maybe she was performing for someone else, so apologetically, he lifted his hands and went inside his room. Besides, if she was actually playing with him, she would be just crazy and as tempting as she was, sadomasochism was not his thing, no matter what his scars or training would say.

The date went terrible bad. It was even worst than others that Kakashi had been involved in the last three years, and once again, it was not the poor girl's fault. She was ok. She was friendly, charming, and definitely beautiful, but he wasn't interested in knowing more about her. He felt horrible about the fact that he hadn't been able to concentrate on the woman in front of him, but the truth was that he was not only bored but also distracted by someone else.

Who was that girl?

That was the question on his mind during the whole night, during the dinner, during the small talk, and during the drive home because, of course, he was a gentleman and took the girl home, both knowing that they would never see each other again.

Kakashi arrived at his home and went straight to his room again. He was decided to let the strange pink hair girl go and go to bed like the good boy he was. He didn't need any complications, so he started undressing. The jacket, the tie, the shirt... Who was he kidding? He was dying of curiosity, so he took a glance at the balcony. Would she still be there? He turned the lamp on and took a glass of scotch, and then against his better judgment only with his trousers on, he went to the balcony.

To his relief, the girl wasn't there...

One moment. Yes. Yes, she was in her room, and when she saw him, she was dangerously close to the edge of her bed.

She was wearing a man's shirt as pyjamas, and she was still wearing the black panties. They exchanged glances, and a spiral of madness and excitement covered his entire body. The mysterious girl slowly began to unbutton her shirt, letting it fall down her back, leaving her breasts in sight again. She slowly opened her legs and exposed her sex with total freedom so that he could witness one of the most sensual acts he had ever seen because not even in his deepest fantasies would he have thought that something like this would happen. She began to caress her breasts and her vagina over her clothes. Kakashi began to feel his erection, and frustration and embarrassment took over him. He was not a pervert; however, he was motionless on the balcony. The girl with pink hair and deep eyes finally got rid of her underwear, and after licking her fingers, she began to masturbate. It was the sweetest and most terrible torture he had ever suffered. Without knowing her, he wanted nothing more than to possess her, and yet he didn't dare move a muscle; he didn't even try to touch himself. Kakashi just watched and watched until the girl came with a heavy sigh that he thought he heard or imagined. If only she had called out his name.

Once she was finished, and with her body still trembling, the girl continued to play a little more with her sex until she decided to end the show. Kakashi could only smile with a slight bow and run to take refuge in the darkness of his room.

Kakashi was wordless, and in the dark of his room, he decided that it was time to shower again. This time he did touch himself, imagining it was her the one doing it. That her hands were all over his length, that her mouth played with his most sensitive parts, and that he was able to touch her too, driving her crazy until taking her there in the shower tender at first but rougher at the end until she screamed his name. He was terrible aroused, hard and frightened at the same time. What kind of person was he? What kind of person was she?

He came hard for her many times in that shower until he decided it was enough. So just like that, Saturday morning found him restless, nervous and feeling terribly uncomfortable. He had to do something about it: he would not think any more about the pink hair girl. He would not look at her window, and undoubtedly he would move to the guest room.

Kakashi got out of bed around 10 in the morning, and once he opened the refrigerator, he realized that he had to go to the supermarket, so with his jeans on and his more comfortable shirt, he went out into the street. He strolled, trying to think of anything except the girl with pink hair until he got to the market, and as destiny was trying to kill him, she was there: paying for her groceries and smailing at the cashier. A small gesture that Kakashi senseless hated.

She was the image of perfection and beauty. Pink hair, lightly brushed, still half wet, huge green eyes, a perfectly proportioned body, and a height that matched his just right. She would look so good in his arms...

Who was that girl?

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