Rear Window

Chapter V: Drunken Master.

Everybody was Kung Fu fighting

I tell you what we're finding

I know it's a little bit frightening

Oh, but it's so enlightening

For the battle of the fists

Comes the battle of the mind

When you don't know who you are

Just look inside

Come on

When we moving to the flow

We always gonna win

Sakura wasn't capable of believing her own stupidity. A night that should have been an easy one, just a night of fun, a fancy dinner, an update in the business world and a date coronated with meaningless sex, turned out to be a complete disaster. Truth be told, she wasn't capable of understanding herself. She had a date with an old 'friend'; it was supposed to be easier than having one with a stranger. But no, Sakura had the need to destroy it because it wasn't that she just had shattered her Saturday night but also every chance of a relationship with Sasuke, be it friendly or romantic.

What the hell was she thinking? Oh yes... In the silver-haired man, the now known as Hatake Kakashi.

After leaving the park and making the arrangements to have dinner with Sasuke Uchiha, a result of the unsettling feeling of being ignored by her object of desire, Sakura went to his mother's home to rest and get ready for the night. If she wasn't going to get anything from the hot neighbour, she would have it from someone else, and the Uchiha heir wasn't an alarming prospect for a one night stand. At least as a doctor, she knew he was a healthy young man. So with that in mind, as soon as she arrived at the apartment, she didn't even try to check through the window. Instead, she went to her closet and chose her best clothes for the night. She then went to the bathroom and prepared herself a beautiful warm bath with a nice glass of wine.

Once in the bathtub, Sakura put on some music, took the wine and started drinking, and of course, as the good wine started running through her blood, her mind started running too.

Hatake Kakashi

Such a firm name, Sakura thought. He was undoubtedly a lawyer, or better, maybe he was a policeman, or a private detective, yes, a detective, like those in noir films and books...

Hatake Kakashi

Sakura couldn't resist herself and took her phone. If the man existed in this time, then for sure, he had a social network. And he did. And Sakura was surprised by the results.

It turned out that Hatake Kakashi was born and raised in Konoha City; he was 32. He had a PhD in English Literature and Forensic Psychiatry but chose to be the English teacher at the Private Konoha Highschool Institute. Apparently, he was a prodigy, but he much preferred a low profile instead of standing out in public. Sakura would have never guessed. Full of curiosity, she checked his Instagram.

To say that Kakashi was handsome was stupidity. He was incredibly hot. If Sakura thought he was perfection, now, she was sure of that. There was nothing too crazy about his posts, but maybe that was what made her more interested in him. There were pictures of his pug, pictures of books, pictures of him reading, teaching, some photos of drinking with friends, museums, the landscape of the city, and some of his beautiful profile.

Sakura wondered who would have taken those so intimate. The photos where he was not posing. The ones where he was drinking coffee half asleep? She read old comments and could trace an old girlfriend, not an actual relationship: this friend Genma suggested that he should start looking for a new girl before he needed to start taking pills. It was disgusting, but Sakura felt a soothing relief. There were comments from adolescents, too and, god, they were bold; Sakura laughed, though deep inside, she hoped he wasn't a paedophile with all her heart.

Hatake Kakashi...Yeah... Such a man, but not her date.

After the long bath, she got ready. She dressed as good as she could, and she applied some nice makeup; she put on her high heels and her best perfume. She looked in the mirror, and she found herself very appealing. She knew she was a beautiful woman, sexy and that tonight, she would have Sasuke eating from her hand... or her chest or her sex... Or... Save by the bell.

Sasuke wasn't one to disappoint, and as expected, he took Sakura to the best restaurant available in Konoha with his big black car. By the best restaurant in Konoha, Sakura understood the most expensive, but it was OK cause she wasn't paying, and after two years of not seeing each other, she saw no reason to spare.

Once at the restaurant, they ordered the food, which in Sakura's opinion, wasn't good or enough if you were hungry, but it was OK with her once again. She had one plan in mind, and too much food could ruin it. It wasn't that Sakura was a sex addict; in fact, she couldn't remember when was the last time she did have sleep with somebody, but since Friday night, the morning stroll and the Instagram research, frustration only grew stronger in her.

What Sakura wasn't capable of managing was the fact that with poor food intake, the risk of keeping sober is too low, and by the second bottle of wine, her second and a half actually if she counted the one she had during her bath, she was convinced that Sasuke had a twin sitting across from her. But once again, it was OK. While she would continue to follow Sasuke's conversation, she would be fine, business and the world markets were not an easy topic for a doctor, but she was doing it great.

It was not OK, and that should be her first sign that the night was approaching the disaster came when Sasuke offered to continue the night at the Konoha Plaza, and she instead said no. Sakura insisted that she would love to spend the night in her old room. Why? Why did she have to say no to the Konoha Plaza?

Between wet kisses and naughty pettings, they arrived at Sakura's old room in her mother's house. For Sasuke, there was nothing more than the morbosity of having sex in her teenage bedroom, and for her, there was something else maybe, but everything was going quite well. Sakura was feeling wanted and touched in the right places. Sasuke's hands travelled under her skirt, his mouth biting her neck softly, while her hands were in his soft black hair.

Sasuke made Sakura face the window. He was ready to unbutton her blouse, and he could unzip each button with one hand while he was already caressing one of her nipples with the other. Sakura was in ecstasy, but something in the window startled her. She violently lowered the curtains, and finally, when Sasuke wanted to assault her mouth, nothing came out of her lips but a sigh in which the name Kakashi was clearly heard as a prayer.

Sasuke and Sakura stood silent for long minutes that seemed years. She didn't know what to say, and he was dumbfounded. Sasuke wasn't in the position to ask any questions because, after all, there had been two years since their last encounter; therefore, there was no room for complaints, but the situation was far from ideal. Sakura couldn't help the tears, and Sasuke couldn't stand them. The night was ruined. With a simple 'I'd better go.' Sasuke left the apartment, and Sakura just stood there hugging herself with her shirt half open and her mascara all smeared from crying.

Half an hour later and somewhat more composed, although not soberer, since that night, the wine seemed to be her company, Sakura opened the curtains once more and took her cell phone. She had forgotten that she had left Hatake Kakashi's profile open on her Instagram. Unintentionally she looked towards the balcony, and there he saw him looking at her expectantly, maybe with some worry on his features. Sakura took her cell phone, showing it from a distance, and he did the same with his.

If Sakura wanted to root out this problem, she would do it as she would in surgery: without thinking twice. Sakura clicked 'Follow'. She saw Kakashi smile and instantly received the follow back.

Wrong... Wrong... Worts than wrong... Terrible written... Maybe with a turn... Horrible. Kakashi sighed loudly in front of the essays of his students. He was incredibly angry with the teens; how was it possible that they couldn't connect two ideas together? For god sake, it was A Midsummer Night's Dream, not Pushkin, yet they couldn't write a three-long pages essay about love and symbology. Teenagers, if they couldn't write about love, sensuality and the symbolism in Shakespeare's play, who else could? For Kakashi, A Midsummer Night's Dream was an easy and straightforward introduction to literature and what it means, but somehow these kids didn't seem to understand not a single word.

Or maybe it was just him and what he was feeling right now. Perhaps he was Oberon feeling jealous of Titania. Maybe he was having a god complex trying to play Shakespeare's role and re-write the story in which he was involved now against his own will, but he couldn't/wouldn't let go, just like in any book of the English master writer. Whatever the situation was, his students were paying the prize. Was it fair? No. Did they deserve it? Yes. Did he feel guilty? No.

The bottle of scotch was almost over, and he realised that he was already a bit dizzy. He wasn't much of a drinker, but the sweet brown liquid had become a good friend since yesterday, he checked the time on his phone, and when he was almost ready to go to bed, a noise picked up his interest.

There were two options:

Or Sakura was really a person who loved to play with other people and enjoyed showing herself in front of others during her sexual activities, knowing that he would be there, and who knows how many others that indeed not all of them would be as decent as him or Sakura or the boy was way too fast, and by fast, Kakashi meant precocious. Since Sakura closed the curtains and opened them again, there was a gap of only almost an hour, and when he saw Sakura alone standing there, he felt joy. A rather fleeting joy for his taste.

The perfect pink-haired girl with all the power in the world, Sakura, was standing there with a bottle of wine in hand, dishevelled, with her makeup made a mess and full of sadness. Something went terribly wrong, and he was afraid of what would have happened. As a forensic, he had seen many things. What if the boy raped her? What if he had hit her? Mistreated her? This thing of being separated by a balcony was killing him.

Until Sakura took her cell phone and indicated that he did the same with his. She had found him on Instagram, and now she was following him, and he did too.

He smiled tenderly at the posted photos: Sakura at the hospital. He was right. She was a doctor. Sakura with friends, a blond girl too perfect for his liking, a blond boy with a tender face, a shy girl with long black hair. Sakura with her parents, and Sakura in an apartment that wasn't the one in front of his. No boyfriend on the map, apparently.

His phone buzzed, and he thought he would let it fall into the void down the balcony. It took him by surprise when the message arrived, so he looked at Sakura in disbelief, and when she smiled encouragingly, he quickly typed his address.

Fifteen minutes later, Hatake Kakashi had at his door on the 19th. floor, nothing more and nothing less than Haruno Sakura. The same girl who, in just 24 hours, had masturbated in front of him, and he had followed through the park. The woman that had just tried to spend the night with another man and, much for his dislike, had become his obsession. Sakura was in his apartment as if she were the natural owner, walking through the corridor while he stood by the door, not believing what was happening.

"Yo!" Kakashi began trying to sound natural and at ease. "I'm...What...?"

"What I'm doing here?" Sakura asked. She was still with the bottle of wine in hand, dragging a bit her words "I don't know." She said, shrugging her shoulders. "Do you want some wine? It's a bit warm now but..." Sakura said, offering Kakashi the bottle.

"I have ice if you want." Kakashi said. This was not like those porn films that Genma was so fond of.

"That would be great." Sakura smiled.

Kakashi went to the kitchen, followed by Sakura, who waited for him, leaning on the counter, "You have a great apartment here."

"Thank you." He simply stated, putting two glasses with ice, one in front of her, one in front of him, but instead of taking Sakura's bottle, he opened a new one from his refrigerator, "Here..."

"Thank you..."

"Now, can you tell me what are you doing, Sa Ku Ra?"

"Oh god, your voice." Sakura said, leaning more on the counter and closing her eyes.

"Sakura." Kakashi adverted. A bit of fun was OK, but this was not fun. He had an unknown drunk woman in her apartment, and everything would turn out wrong in a second.

"OK, OK." She said, lifting her hands. "I had a bad date, alright?

"What did he do?" Kakashi clenched his jaw.

"Oh, trust me, he didn't do anything, it was me," she chuckled, "actually, it was you."

"Me?" She was crazy. He had to accept that he had a crazy woman around his apartment and in his mind.

"Yes, you..." Sakura lowered her voice, "because when he was going to kiss me, I only manage to say your name."

"Oh..." Kakashi was speechless. "Why don't we take a seat on the couch and you tell me everything, Sakura?"

"Please, Kakashi, don't say my name like that." And like that, Kakashi realised he had one power until today, unknown over her.

They both took a seat on the couch, Kakashi on one side and Sakura on the other. He was capable of sense that she would have wanted him to get closer, but he was not going to be so compliant. After all, he was an adult, and it wasn't in his nature to take advantage of any situation, no matter how much he wanted the woman in front of him.

Sakura spoke first.

"Look," she began after some minutes of silence. "I know I'm drunk, but I need to tell you this."

"I'm listening." He felt as when he was working.

"I'm not that kind of person. Actually, I'm not that person." He saw honesty in her eyes.

"Go on."

"I'm temporary living with my mother. I was too tired. I had been on call for over 12 hours and still had one more class to take. I took a shower and I thought no one else was on the balconies or windows, until I saw you. and then during the night, well... I don't know, but it was the most honest thing I felt in a long time, and it all has to do with you, and I don't know how to handle it, and by chance I learned your name and went on a date to forget you, but seeing you again was as if... as if I needed you with me there and now... now I..." Sakura's tears were sincere, and Kakashi didn't know what to do.

Sakura's words were messy, awkward and rushed, but he loved listening to the natural woman in front of him. For the moment, he was going to choose silence, and to say what he felt wouldn't help at all right now.

"So... Kung Fu, right?" Kakashi said with a soft smile

"What?" Sakura said, confused.

"Yes, Kung Fu. You practise or used to practise at least." He said, leaning more comfortable on the couch.

"Uhm... yes... How do you..."

"Oh, Sakura, you have no idea. Which style?"

"Are we really having this conversation?"

"Why not?" Suddenly Kakashi was trying to know much more from Sakura than just her craziness. He wanted her to be calm and at ease.

"I guess you are right. Shaolin, some Wing-Chun, but it's been a while."

"I can see that," Kakashi said, smailing. "Though I think it suits you better the Drunken Master style." he finished with a complete eye closed smile.

"How dare you?" With her hand making a full fist, Sakura said, "Come on! stand up, come on fight me."

"Sakura you are drunk, calm down." Kakashi said.

"No! I wont, Stand up, come on." She sounded fearless, and when she was ready on guard, Kakashi got ready too. If she wanted a fight, then she was going to have one.

But Sakura could barely keep her balance. When she wanted to throw her first fist at Kakashi, the only thing she achieved was to lose the little stability she had, and Kakashi had no choice but to take her in his arms so she wouldn't fall to the ground. The punch hit would have been better because all restraint thus far was gone instantly. Sakura barely had a chance. Kakashi looked into her big green eyes in search of approval, and when she only brought her face closer to his lips, Kakashi kissed her like he had never kissed anyone before. His hands laced through her pink hair as he'd imagined last night in the shower, and he pressed his body against hers. Sakura opened her mouth to offer more access to Kakashi, who accepted the permission with devotion. His tongue slowly caressed every corner of Sakura's mouth that tasted like rose wine mixed with the whiskey he had drunk. He gently stroked her back, remembering every detail of her skin with his hands to never forget it, and when Sakura trembled, he feared that she would break against his chest.

"Ka...Ka...Shi," Sakura managed to say between kisses.

"Uhmmm...? Kakashi bearly registering the moment. He would die kissing her.

"I need..."

"What?"

"The bathroom"

And Kakashi knew. It was going to be a long, long night.

"Come, I'll hold your hair".