Ino's face brightened as she nodded her head. "Yup! I spoke with my supervisor and you're allowed one day per month of chaperoned leave. So I figured I'd take you out on the town!"
Normally, Sakura would hate the idea of going out, but given she hadn't been outside the facility's gates since she arrived. And it had ridden her a bit claustrophobic. So it took her slightly by surprise when she eagerly began to strip herself of the plain t-shirt and leggings she had been lounging in. A small smile could be felt on her face as she changed, feeling more confident as she put on a fresh pair of clean clothes.
"Look at you!" Ino exclaimed as she clapped her hands together excitedly. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were a doctor here and not a patient!"
Sakura gave Ino a look which she automatically diffused by giving her a light pat on the back. "I'm only joking with you. You look good." she said with a genuine smile. "Maybe you should consider dressing up more. You know, even around the facility. I'm no psychiatrist but appearance does boost your confidence."
A glance in the mirror had Sakura feeling exactly that. The girl in the mirror was not the drab, t-shirt-and-legging wearing mental patient admitted to this institution. She was a fresh young woman. Someone who cared about their appearance.
And her first thought gravitated towards Dr. Hatake and what he would think.
"Yeah." Sakura replied, smiling at her reflection in the mirror. "I may take you up on that."
Ino let out a squeal as she grabbed Sakura's hand to lead her towards the door. "Let's go!"
Sakura had only been admitted for a couple of months and she felt like she'd already forgotten what it was like to be outside. Not that she hadn't ventured outside the walls of Briar Hill before, but something about getting into a car, cranking some music and letting the autumn air fill her lungs did something to her spirit. She felt whole. She felt rejuvenated. Even though she knew it would only be for a day.
Ino had taken them to a town she wasn't too familiar with, but it was picturesque nonetheless. The old buildings were quaint and it was as if they had been stuck in another time. Small bundles of people walked up and down the sidewalks and for the first time in a long time, Sakura felt at peace.
They happened upon a small breakfast joint that Ino had insisted on taking her and immediately stopped in.
"I'm assuming you could eat." Ino pointed out as they stepped into the small diner-esque establishment. "I see what they serve you at the facility."
"Holy shit, yes." Sakura murmured, her mouth practically watering at the smell of bacon and pancakes. The two sat down into a booth by the window as two mugs of coffee and a set of menus were placed before them.
"Everything here is amazing. I come maybe once a week."
Sakura took a sip of her coffee and raised her brows in response. "Do you live close then?"
"Yeah, not terribly far. It's a pretty sleepy town but I love coming here."
Sakura couldn't help but snort in response, causing Ino to tilt her head in slight confusion. "What?"
"I don't know." Sakura said with a chuckle. "I guess for some reason I didn't peg you as a girl who likes sleepy towns. Small cafes. I always thought you were clubbing on the weekends or something."
Ino seemed to find that amusing as she laughed into her coffee. "Hey, don't get me wrong. I enjoy the occasional frolic in the city. But I think for the most part I enjoy my down time."
"I can appreciate that."
"So what would you do for fun? You know, when you were living at home."
Sakura wanted to try her best not to dampen the mood. If she were honest, she barely did anything but hole up in her room until the weekend was over. She didn't exactly have friends and her parents seemed too ashamed to do anything with her.
"Oh you know. Normal stuff. Go to the movies or whatever."
Ino nodded her head, seeming to not want to press further. Which Sakura was grateful for. A waitress came by to take their order and Ino raised her brow when Sakura was finished. "Hungry much?"
"Hey, you said so yourself what they serve us is garbage."
Ino laughed and nodded her head. "Touché."
After a bit of light conversation their food finally arrived and Sakura couldn't stop herself from immediately digging in.
"Have you heard from you parents?" Ino suddenly asked and Sakura couldn't help but feel a shiver of anxiety run through her. She had written a letter home to them. Specifically her mother. Sakura and her father barely spoke anymore so she was used to addressing things to her mother. And her mother only.
"Yeah." Sakura replied simply as she took a bite of her pancake. "I wrote about a five page letter. One of my sessions with Dr. Hatake opened my eyes a little bit. So I wrote a letter afterward."
Sakura paused for a moment, gazing down at her food and chewing in thought. It had helped, she supposed. Though she really didn't know whether the contents of that letter would repair their relationship. Which led to her wondering if she even wanted it repaired.
"Sounds like you were able to get a lot off your chest."
Sakura nodded and took another sip of her coffee. "There was a lot they… that she didn't know. A lot of one sided conversations. I don't know if it'll fix anything. Or if I want it to. I haven't heard back…"
Ino nodded her head as she picked at her food. "Well, if there's anything I've learned in all my twenty-five years of living, it's that you need to come to terms with your feelings first before you can begin to move on or make any kind of progress. I think it's great that you've started that process."
Sakura paused as her fork hovered over her food, contemplating what Ino had said. She heard Ino clear her throat and lifted her gaze to her. "So is this thanks to Dr. Hatake? It seems your sessions have been going well."
"Yeah. His uh, the sessions are unlike anything I've experienced. He's really helped my face my fears about my parents head on."
"That's really great." Ino said as she continued to pick through her food. "And I'm assuming you've gone through his hypnotherapy?"
Sakura quirked her brow, something in the tone of Ino's voice giving the fact away that she felt some way about it. "Um yeah. Why?"
"I don't know." she replied quickly, gazing down at her food and hiding the slight look of embarrassment on her face. "I guess it seems odd to me. Like…" she trailed off, leaning forward in the booth and causing Sakura to lean forward as well. "What if he's doing stuff while you're under?"
"What? What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean."
"No…I don't think I do."
"Sakura," Ino breathed, putting down her fork and fixing Sakura with a serious look. "Hypnotherapy is…controversial. Not so easily understood. But apparently his credentials were stellar and has been praised by everyone he's worked with."
Sakura shook her head in confusion. "Then I don't understand. What's your issue?"
Ino sighed and leaned back in her seat. "I get this…weird vibe whenever I see him. Or am around him. I've never spoken to him but…"
She paused, suddenly shooting her hands out to grasp Sakura's. "You promise you would tell me if anything was going on, right?"
Sakura nodded her head fervently. "Yes. I would. I promise."
The blonde let out a sigh of relief and released Sakura's hands. "Good."
"It's not like we know if he's even coming back anyway."
Ino shot Sakura a sympathetic look as she gazed out the window. "He didn't send in a resignation and he certainly wasn't fired. From what I heard he had vacation saved up and I guess he decided to take it now."
Sakura nodded her head absentmindedly. "I just don't know why he didn't say anything…"
"I'll admit, that is a little strange."
The waitress came by to collect their empty plates and Ino paid for the both of them. She shot her another sympathetic look as they both slid out from the booth. "I wouldn't worry too much. I'm sure he'll be back in no time."
Sakura smiled, wanting nothing more than to forget about for a moment and just enjoy the day that Ino had planned for them. It had already taken a solemn tone and Sakura desperately wanted to get back on the right footing.
So as they exited the cafe Sakura put on her bravest smile and her best foot forward. Taking her friend's hand in hers.
"Why did you walk out last time we met?"
Sakura fidgeted in her seat, feeling slightly awkward as she was forced to meet with her new therapist again. After she had made quite the scene by storming out of her last session. It wasn't that it was uncommon for patients to walk out, but it was certainly frowned upon and in poor taste. It wasn't as if she were unaware of her manners. But the simple fact of the matter was that she was indeed rude . Though she should at least be truthful as to why.
"I don't know, I just didn't feel like I was getting the same level of treatment Dr. Hatake gave me."
The new therapist gave her a look. "Well, we all have our methods."
Sakura shrugged. "Maybe yours doesn't work for me."
"That could be very true. But I would like to give it more than a week before you decide on that."
Sakura let out a long sigh and looked towards the door. Ino hadn't informed her of when Dr. Hatake would be returning, so it could very well be weeks from now. And what state did she want to be in when he returned? This new therapist was doing absolutely nothing to help her. And it was still a wonder to her that he even worked in that place. But the very fact that she didn't want to be completely unhinged was enough reason to at least suffer through it. She could fake it. It's what she was used to.
She could fake it through every, "And how does that make you feel?", "What could you do to make it better?", "Does this stem from you parents?".
She could go on and on, really. It was typical of every therapist her parents dumped on her. But Dr. Hatake was different. He was the first out of the dozens of psychiatrists she had seen who could break through her. Allowed her to see differently.
Before, she saw her life through a keyhole. Not allowing herself to open up to different possibilities. And she wasn't ashamed to admit it because she was scared. She was terrified. Terrified of new things. Of new ideas. But he opened her up to this new realm. This place of escape. A safe space where she could address her long awaited issues.
"Sakura?"
Blinking out of her thoughts she continued to stare blankly at him, "Hm?"
"I think we're out of time for today."
"Oh, okay." she murmured as she lifted herself from the uncomfortable armchair. He obviously hadn't thought to decorate his office or re-furnish it. Not like Dr. Hatake had.
"Same time? Next Tuesday?"
Sakura smiled and nodded her head. "Sure." she replied simply as she walked towards the door. A small jolt of sadness rippled through her as she turned the knob of the door, expecting to see Ino but realizing she was alone. Again.
She breathed deeply as she exited the cold room, closing the door behind her. It was Thursday, she was just realizing. With the weekend coming up, she realized she virtually had no plans. Ino usually had plans outside the facility and she was left to be occupied with her own thoughts. Usually filled with thoughts of her sessions with Dr. Hatake. Helping her through the loneliness of the weekend.
Her conversation with Ino the day she had taken her out did not help either. Not in the slightest.
As she walked down the empty hall she heard footsteps from the other end. Her gaze naturally gravitated towards the floor so she lifted her head and almost keeled over doing so. She froze in place, mouth hung open and eyes wide.
Dr. Hatake was at the other end, walking cool and casually towards her. With a—
Was that a smile on his face?
Sakura furrowed her brow as she felt anger surge through her. At the very fact that he was approaching her, far too happy and excited than he should be given the misery he put her through.
She should have walked passed him. Should have given him the cold shoulder but she continued to stare as he ascended the hall. That same stupid grin on his face. Those perfect khakis that fit him perfectly and his forest green sweater. Why he always looked so perfect was beyond her and it only fueled the angry fire that burned within.
"Hey," he said with a toothy grin as he approached her frozen form. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was taking time off. It was sort of a last minute thing."
Sakura slowly lifted her gaze to him, words escaping her as he stared down at her. "You're sorry?" she whispered, watching his gaze soften and turn to confusion.
"Yes?" he questioned, fixing her with a confused stare. "Sakura, what's wrong?"
She fought back a scowl as she felt his hand on her arm, immediately shrugging it off. "You didn't tell me. You didn't tell me and I was stuck with him."
Dr. Hatake looked past her head and to the office she had just exited from. "Ebisu? Did you not like him?"
"Did I not like him?" she asked, hurt palpable in her voice. "Of course I didn't like him. I wanted you. But you weren't here ."
Realization seemed to dawn on his face as he turned his attention back to her. "Sakura, I'm sorry. I really am, I didn't—"
"No, you don't get it." she spat as she finally moved from the spot she had been standing to circle away from him. "You're not the one with issues. You're not the one expecting to see me twice a week. You're just perfect . So of course you don't know what it did to me."
Intent on leaving it at that, she began to walk away from him. Only slightly hurt that she didn't feel his footsteps coming after her.
She didn't even look back to see.
Chapter 7: Fief of Forgetfulness
Dr. Kakashi Hatake, M.D.
The bold print against the gold slate stared back at her as she did exactly that. Stare. And stand right in place as she remained frozen to the spot in front of his office door.
Sakura had insisted she make the short journey to his office alone, without Ino to escort her. The blonde seemed to not question it as it gave her time to go flirt with the cashier at the coffee shop in the facility.
She had a grand entrance planned in her head. To burst through his office doors and give him a piece of her mind. Bless him with a continuation of what she wished she had said in that dark corridor a few nights ago. Since then she had been left alone. Stewing in her room. Anger seeping through her as she thought harder about why he hadn't told her. Why he hadn't just sent her a message. What did she really mean to him, if he couldn't even do that?
So with one final exhale she rapped on the door. Once. Twice. Until she heard a faint Come in which caused a surge of anxiety to run down her spine. The hairs on her arms stood on one end as she grasped the handle and turned, slowly pushing the door open to reveal him sitting at his desk.
Sakura gulped down a nervous breath and almost keeled over when he lifted his head to look at her. Smiling.
That same damn smile he had been giving her a few days ago. And she wanted to rip it off his fucking face.
"So." he began, lifting himself from his chair and picking up the notepad from the corner of his desk. "Looking at the notes Ebisu left me, looks like we have some work to do."
Sakura scoffed. "Like what? He barely did anything revolutionary."
Dr. Hatake quirked his brow as he made his way over to his seat. Though Sakura opted to continue standing. She made her way over to the window and looked outside absentmindedly. "Well why don't we talk about what it is you didn't talk about then?"
Growing increasingly agitated by his frankness she turned and fixed him with a withering stare. "Why don't we talk about the real issue here?"
"Which is?"
"Why are you blatantly ignoring the fact that I'm upset!" she practically yelled, causing his eyes to widen. As if in panic. And she liked it.
Oh yes . She liked it. She liked it very much.
He lifted himself from his chair and started to approach her, hands outstretched as if he was trying to calm her. But it only made her feel more irate. "Sakura. I need you to calm down and lower you voice."
"No! You left me. You didn't even leave me a message. I thought…" she murmured, trailing off and looking down to the ground. "I thought I was…special to you."
Dr. Hatake's gaze softened as he moved closer to her. "Sakura. You are special."
The softness in his voice soothed her, but she couldn't help the nagging feeling in the back of her mind not to believe him. Given how their last session ended, he had the gall to just up and leave ? Just how was that supposed to look to her? How was she supposed to believe him when he told her she was special?
"Then why didn't you tell me?" she pressed, staring at him hard as he stared down at her with the same intensity. "Where were you?"
"You have no right to ask me where I was or what—"
" Where were you?" she asked, fully aware of the fact that she had absolutely no right to ask but rationale had completely escaped her mind and it only intensified as their heated exchange progressed.
Dr. Hatake's nostrils flared as he stared down at her. Watching intently as his tongue darted out to swipe at his bottom lip. "You want to know where I was?"
Sakura nodded her head and stared into his penetrative stare with the same volition. "Yes."
But she wrinkled her brow in confusion when he broke contact. Slowly beginning to walk behind her. The air shifted and a shiver ran down her spine as she felt him at her back. His breath tickling her neck. A hum escaping his lips.
Snap!
"Lights out."
Seeing her limp form before him was a sight he had not been expecting to see. But she had become too intrusive of his privacy and he simply could not have that. He had only put her under once without her permission, and that was risky in of itself. But he just couldn't help himself when it came to her.
Sakura was a delightful specimen of a woman. He loved the time they had spent together. As well as her willingness and susceptibility to the realm of hypnosis. This unknown world that she seemed to accept with open arms. Allowing it to seize over her vulnerabilities. To him.
He almost felt bad for the things he had done. Though, given her painfully obvious feelings for him, he put those feelings behind him as he observed her still form before him. Eyes closed and head hanging loosely. Hair covering her face. A small smirk and a hint of a chuckle bubbled up to the surface as he began to circle around. He clicked his tongue when he reached the front of her body. Her figure almost bowing to him.
"Tsk. Tsk." he tutted, shaking his head as he slowly brought his hand to her hair. Moving the pink tendrils away to reveal her perfect porcelain skin.
"We can't have this." he murmured, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "You being naughty ."
She remained silent as she was still stuck in trance. The only indication that she was a living being was her steady breathing.
"No, this won't do at all." he chastised as he slowly moved away from her and to the couch next to them. He sunk down onto the cushions and put his head in his hands. He rubbed his face in slight agitation, lifting his gaze to look over at the listless form a few feet away from him. "You missed me, didn't you Sakura? That seems to be the root of all this."
She remained unmoving and he clicked his tongue once more, patting at the cushions beside him. "I'm sorry little one." he continued to murmur softly. "Why don't you come over here? Come to me and lay down. Rest your head on my lap."
Sakura did exactly as she was told. Obediently moving from the place she had been standing and swiftly made her way over to him. She crawled onto the couch, curling onto her side and setting her warm head onto his lap.
Kakashi let out a long and shaky breath as she moved her head from side to side and hummed in content. He could already feel the beginnings of his hardness stir in his pants as the warmth breath from her mouth puffed almost directly above his groin. But he fought with everything in him to prevent it. At least for now.
"Listen to me very carefully." he urged as he began to stroke her head. Stringing his fingers through her soft hair. Listening to her hum in response.
"You'll walk to your room. Eyes open. Still under my trance."
"If anyone should talk to you; if anyone should approach you—you will act normally. You will tell them that you're tired and you're not feeling well."
She hummed in response as he continued stroking her hair. His other hand rubbing small circles into her hip.
"You'll lay down and fall into a deep and restful sleep." he whispered softly as he bent down, his mouth hovering just above her ear. "But you'll dream of me. Of my hands on you. The friction we create together. The fire that ignites in you anytime we're together." he practically moaned into her.
"And you'll cum. You'll cum over and over again to thoughts of me and how special I make you feel. And then you'll forget. Forget your orgasms. Forget our session. Forget being the disobedient little one that you are."
He felt himself losing his breath as thoughts of her waking in such a state filled his mind. Images of her sweat covered body in her bed. Breath taken away and body sticky with reasons unknown to her. But he quickly recovered, eyes flitting to the clock and wanting to give her enough time to make it to her room before Ino came to collect her.
"One thing you will remember though," he bit out lowly, "Is your place. See to it that you don't speak to me like this ever again."
Kakashi lifted his face from hers and brought himself back to a seated position, Sakura's head still lying on his lap. He clenched the fist that had been resting on her hip and cocked his jaw.
"You may leave now."
And he watched her as she did so. Completely under his spell.
His hands twisted in her hair, tilting her head up to meet his. Their mouths crushed together. The hunger within him threatening to devour her.
Dr. Hatake kissed her with a desperation. Tongue plunging between her lips. Moaning as he tasted her. He was demanding as he claimed her mouth with his. Sakura braced her hands behind her on the cool desk where he had placed her as she tried to meet his passion. Her head spinning but she didn't want him to stop.
"Touch me." she groaned against his lips, a heady breath escaping her as her pressed his hardness more firmly into her. Grinding in slow circles against her core. Sending her damn near over the edge.
"I've been wanting to touch you for months." he whispered in response. Trailing his lips to her neck and nipping at the sensitive skin. "But I had to stop myself."
"From grabbing you and kissing you." he growled as he moved back to her lips. "Tearing those tight leggings off and feeling your legs wrapped around me."
A breathy moan escaped her as she felt his fingers hook into the waistband of her bottoms. "You drive me fucking crazy and I can't not want you."
With her bottoms and panties discarded he tossed them to the ground. His fingers trailing up to her heat and tracing her drenched folds. She felt him gasp against her at the slick, a gasp of her own escaping her as he pushed a finger into her heat.
The insane amount of slick was enough for her to open her virgin body to him. Even with the addition of another finger. Pumping slowly but surely. The sounds of her wetness slapping against her and his fingers. "Oh, Kakashi…" she breathed into the open air.
She was so close and he seemed to pick up on that fact. Pulling another gasp from her throat as he withdrew both of his fingers. A glare was her response but he didn't apologize. Instead, he brought his slick covered fingers to his mouth, inserting the digits and tasting her essence on his fingers.
"You taste better than I imagined." he groaned, eyes practically rolling to the back of his head.
Sakura shuddered, aroused beyond reason as she sat flush on his desk, legs spread wide for him. She attempted a response but could only moan in pleasure at the feel of his wet lips against her skin. Trailing down closer to the apex of her thighs. He took one final peek at her before putting his whole mouth over her slit.
Sakura screamed.
Dr. Hatake continued working her. Making loud, pleasurable sounds as he licked her insides. His tongue slipping deeper inside her. Worshipping her. Sakura tried to keep herself from crying out, rocking her hips fervently against him.
And in an instant—she's coming. So blissed out to the point she was blindsided by its approach. It's then that she's sobbing as he began to lick up every last drop.
When Dr. Hatake pulled away, an absolutely crazed look overtook him. Evidence of her orgasm marking his face. She felt pure ecstasy as they both stared at one another in blissed-out silence.
But then she felt herself waking, and something or someone, whispering in her ear. She couldn't help but let her eyes slip shut.
Forget.
Forget your orgasms.
Forget our session.
And then she woke.
Confusion set in as she sat up in her bed. Sweat marking her body as she absentmindedly chalked it up to a bad dream. But as she felt herself waking the more confused she felt. And the bits of memories that seemed to be absent. Rather, large bits of memories.
Firstly, how did she get back to her bed? The last thing she could recall doing was having her usual lunch with Ino before meeting with Dr. Hatake. But recalling anything after proved fruitless.
Because she just couldn't remember.
Fear set in as she felt her anxiety rise. The roaring of thunder and pelts of rain hitting the window doing nothing to ease it. When had it started storming?
Sakura swung her legs off the bed, allowing her toes to touch the cool surface of the floor. A bolt of lightning and crash of thunder shook her through her window and down the walls. She took a moment to peer out the window, unable to see anything as the rain flowed like a river.
She couldn't stay in the room. Couldn't be left alone with her thoughts. Thoughts she once felt safe basking in but now she was left feeling suffocated. Like the walls were coming in on her and she couldn't breathe.
All because she had no recollection of the past twelve hours or so.
Sakura slipped on a pair of shoes and tiptoed out of the room. Greeted by a dark and sleepy asylum. The only light emanating the halls being the occasional bolts of lightning. Fear swam through her for reasons unknown. It wasn't until that moment that she felt truly insane.
Walking the halls. Alone. Confused. With nowhere to go.
She came upon the hall that ended at Dr. Hatake's office. Something in her psyche seemed to want to pull her in that direction, and her curiosity piqued at the small glimmer of light that emanated from the opening.
Someone was inside. And that someone could very well be him.
A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of him. Ominous and sinister feelings always seemed to consume her in some ways whenever she thought of him. She felt an odd mix of fascination and fear with him.
"I get this…weird vibe whenever I see him. Or am around him."
Ino's voice flooded her mind as she felt herself ascending the hall. Towards the light at the end of the tunnel.
"You promise you would tell me if anything was going on, right?"
She shook her head at the memory, Ino's concern and similar feelings toward Dr. Hatake sending a wave of suspicion through her. If he were indeed up to something, it would explain the blips of absent memories and confusion she always seemed to feel.
But how? In what way would he be doing anything maliciously? Or with malintent? So many questions flooded her mind as she approached his door. And it was obvious to her now that he was in there. She could smell the faint but pleasant aroma of his cologne. The earthy candle he always seemed to have burning.
Sakura bit her lip as her hand crept up the wood of the door. Her hand balling into a fist and rapping on the door. Once. Twice.
Her breath hitched when Dr. Hatake's head lifted from the papers he had been studying on his desk. Immediately shooting up in his chair at the unexpected visitor. So late in the evening.
"Sakura!" he practically shouted, eyes wide and she could see his throat constrict all the way from across the room. "You shouldn't—shouldn't you be in bed? You shouldn't be out of bed." he said, seeming scattered as he rounded his desk.
Sakura furrowed her brow as she folded her arms in front of her. "The storm woke me up. Why are you here?"
Dr. Hatake gestured towards the window, them both taking a moment to observe the rain pelting the glass and thunder rumbling in the distance. "It wasn't safe to leave."
The surprise and trepidation had since left as he fixed her with a serious stare. "You really shouldn't be here."
"So, how did our session go today?"
Dr. Hatake seemed to freeze at that, jaw working as he leaned his back against his desk. Arms crossed. "What do you mean? It went fine."
"Oh yeah?" she asked, letting a chuckle slip out as she inched closer to him. "Then how come I can't remember it?"
"You can't remember it?"
"No."
"Well," he murmured, pushing off from his desk and rounding to the back of it, "Sometimes with hypnosis you can forget bits and pieces of your day."
"And how would that work?" she pressed, a slight aggressiveness in her voice as she followed him to the back of his desk. "Would you maybe have to command me?"
He positively laughed. A howl escaped his lips and he fixed her with a grin. "Don't be ridiculous."
"No! I want you to tell me the truth. Tell me what's really been going on here. Everything you've been doing to me. Saying to me."
Dr. Hatake's jaw worked as she moved closer to him. So close that their chests were practically touching. His mismatched eyes stared down at her with a darkness that should have scared her. But it only pulled her in deeper as she saw his nostrils flare.
"Tell me." she whispered, tilting her head up to him as her eyes rested on his parted lips.
"Alright, Sakura. I'll tell you." he breathed against her.
She was positively shaking in anticipation. The feel of his breath against her ear as his fingers began to trace her sides. "Do you trust me?" he whispered into her ear. An almost teasing tone that sent a shiver down her spine.
She didn't know why. Didn't know how. Couldn't comprehend what made her say yes.
But she did.
Kakashi grabbed her jaw and forced her to look up at him. Swiftly and methodically, he took out the pendulum he always kept in his pocket. He hovered it above her head. Right in front of her eyes. No subterfuge this time.
He was going to do this the old fashion way.
"Look at the pendulum and give yourself over to me." he crooned as her gaze immediately fixated on the pendulum swinging in front of her.
Back and forth
Back and forth
Back and forth
Kakashi watched as her eyes followed the pendulum. Subconsciously syncing her breathing to the rhythm of his swing and its hypnotic cadence. Her eyes started to glaze over. Though he could tell earlier she was already halfway into trance when they found themselves chest to chest. Losing herself in his eyes as she whispered for him to tell her everything. And he would. He would tell her everything. Make her feel everything.
After the hypnotic dance between her eyes and his pendulum coalesced into one being.
He continued to watch her glazed eyes as he swung his pendulum back and forth, stopping after a few moments. Removing his hand from her jaw. He tentatively tested the trance by waving his hand in front of her face.
And just as he expected—she was gone.
He closed her eyes and pushed her head down for formality's sake, casting it to her chest to send her deeper into trance. "You wanted to know?" he murmured, grabbing her chin between his fingers and clicking his tongue.
"Then let us begin, shall we?"
Chapter 8: The Hypnotist
Snap!
"Remember." he whispered in a dark tone.
And it all came flooding back.
Everything from their previous sessions. Every memory he commanded her to forget. The whispers in her ear. The heat he created in her body by touching her in ways she had never been touched before. The wicked things he said.
"How often do you look at me like that? Like you want me to touch you. Like you want me to fuck you?"
"I feel it too. That insatiable need to be inside you. Your mind belongs to me. Your body and soul belong to me."
"You'll cum over and over again to thoughts of me and how special I make you feel."
Her mind was flooded with darkness. But she could feel. Oh, God she could feel everything. Feel his hands gripping her hips. His breath on the skin where her neck and shoulder met. The press of his hardness on her stomach. The lift of her ass onto his desk as he placed her atop it. Spreading her legs and wedging himself between.
"You wanted to know?" she heard him bite out into her shoulder, breathing into the soft skin and causing a shiver to run down her spine.
"Focus on my voice." he growled, hands hiking up her shirt and thumbs pressing into the skin of her sides. "Focus on what my voice does to you. How it makes you feel."
Sakura felt her head fall back, circling her hips into the bulge of his cock as he bit her shoulder in response. She yelped in the darkness, consumed by his touch and his voice. His one hand left her side, calloused fingers hooking into her leggings and yanking them down her legs along with her panties. A feral growl escaped him as his hand immediately went in search for her soaked cunt.
"Everything's better when I'm in control," he bit out. "Say it."
"Everything's better when you're in control." she sighed, a dreamy smile plastered to her face. Because it was true. She didn't have to think when he was control. All she had to do was listen and feel .
"Again."
"Everything's better when you're in control." she repeated, almost desperately.
"Good girl. Such a good girl for me."
Sakura could feel her eyes roll further into the back of her head with every stroke of his finger. The quake of her legs at the unfamiliar sensation. Her wetness soaking down onto his desk as she felt his other hand travel down her leg, urging her to open wider. His finger traced her slit and she let out a mewl in pleasure.
"Feel how wet you are for me, Sakura." he growled into her shoulder. "You like it when I'm in control, don't you? Control of your body. Your mind."
Sakura nodded her head vigorously as she continued to mindlessly rock against his hand. "Would you like that Sakura? Hmmm? Would you like to feel how good i t is to let me control you?"
"Yes. Please. " she moaned as she began to buck continuously into his hand, desperate and in search to quench the fire that burned her insides. And as his finger traced down and finally dipped into her heat she damn near screamed. The pressure felt divine as his finger began to piston in and out of her virgin cunt. Her wetness palpable in how easily he was able to slide in and out.
"Good girl. Such a good girl." he crooned as he kissed her shoulder and added another finger. She mindlessly began to grind her hips into his hand, feeling him rolling his hips against her thigh as well.
" Now listen closely," he breathed, lifting his head to the shell of her ear. Voice becoming hoarse. "I want you to take your finger and gently rub your clit. Do it."
Sakura wrenched her hand out from behind her on the desk and quickly searched for the soaked bud. It damn near burned when she stroked it and her legs quaked all around him. His other hand still lay on her hip and he whispered reassuringly in her ear. "I've got you."
She began to circle her clit, moaning so loudly that the rain pelting the windows wasn't enough to drown out her shrills. When he removed his fingers she whined at how empty she felt. But he was quick to shush her as his hand snaked up to the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled.
Hard.
"I want to hear your arousal." he growled into her ear. "I want to hear you gushing around from the pleasure you're giving yourself. I want you to be so aroused it fucking hurts." he bit out, agressively circling his covered cock into her thigh. "That you ache. You ache for my cock to fill your tight cunt. So aroused that you beg me to let you cum. I control your cunt remember?"
The pull from his hand had her head tilted upward, unable to nod in response so she could only moan. Moan at the pain. Moan at the insane amount of pleasure he was giving her.
"Say it. Say I control your cunt."
"You control–oh, fuck, you control my cunt."
"Your cunt controls you."
"M-my cunt controls me."
" I control you."
"You control me."
"Fuck yes. My obedient girl." he crooned into her ear. "Now listen to me very carefully. Every time I say the word deeper, you'll go ten times deeper into trance. Every time you go ten times deeper, you become ten times more aroused. The more aroused you are, the better you feel. The better you feel, the more hypnotized you become. The more hypnotized you are, the more I control you."
Sakura whimpered her response as the words and the fervent circling of her finger on her swollen clit were almost too much to bear. Moaning into the abyss as he maintained his possessive hold on her. Continuing to roughly circle his hips into her.
"Deeper."
Snap!
"Deeper."
Snap!
"Deeper." he snarled.
Snap!
"Good girl. So obedient. So aroused. So hypnotized and under my spell."
But with every command he gave her something in him seemed to snap. Sakura could feel it in his tightened grip. The unbelievable hardness of his cock against her. The raggedness of his voice.
"Touch me." he pleaded and growled in her ear. "Fucking touch me . Now ."
Sakura mindlessly babbled her mantras and wrenched her other hand from atop the desk where it had been covered by his. She brought it to his pants, rather awkwardly unbuckling his belt and mindlessly digging for his rock hard cock. It hadn't even occurred to her that she had never felt a man's cock in her life, but it hardly mattered as she moaned at how desperate he was for her touch. His precum had already coated his length from humping her.
He began to buck up into her hand, working his length as she gripped tighter and he groaned into her shoulder. " That's it. Fuck, your tiny hand feels so good. I'm going to wreck you."
Her body shivered at his promise as he removed his digits from inside her, shooing the hand circling her clit away and replacing it with his.
"O-Oh!" she squealed as she felt him aggressively begin to circle her clit. He was breathing like a madman into her shoulder as he worked her clit and fucked her hand at the same time.
"When I count down from three, you'll orgasm. You'll cum and you'll feel so good. Then you'll open your eyes and walk back to your room. From there you'll fall asleep. And in the morning you'll remember everything from tonight's session and the ones prior to. Am I clear?"
"Yes…"
"Good girl"
"Three…"
"Two…"
"One…"
" Cum ."
And she shrieked as her first orgasm crest and ripped through her.
Chapter 9: Tranceslut
Sakura felt like she had been staring at the ceiling for a good few hours. Sleep eluding her as she rendered herself unable to fall asleep after what happened only mere hours ago.
Dr. Hatake had instructed her to sleep. And she did. But she was immediately awakened by memories that plagued her psyche. Forcing her out of her slumber as she was now faced with the emotions she felt about Dr. Hatake. Now completely aware of everything he had done to her.
Done to her—it sounded as if she were accusing him of malpractice. She certainly could . But she wasn't. She would do nothing of the sort.
And that was because she liked it. No— loved the way it felt when he so ardently showed her everything she wanted to know. Didn't even question it as he grabbed and forced her to see as he did. Took her on his desk in the way she had always dreamed of.
But she didn't have to dream anymore. Because everything she had dreamt up was now a reality as his words echoed in her mind.
"Now, tell me what really happened last time we met."
She recalled the shiver she felt as his lips grazed her ear. His wandering hands traveling up and down her sides. Teasing the underside of her bra and snaking his thumb under her breast as his tongue traced her shoulder to her neck.
"You know what I think? I think you liked me touching you. Being that close to you."
The things he said to her. She almost couldn't believe it. His normally mild-mannered vocabulary being replaced by wicked words and growls whispered into her ear as he rocked against her. Commanded her. Convinced her to do things she didn't think she was capable of. That she could only conjure up in her dreams.
" ...You'll dream of me. Of my hands on you. The friction we create together. The fire that ignites in you anytime we're together."
The memory swept through her body. Her head in his lap as he stroked her hair in an almost soothing and loving way as he spoke those wicked words into her ear. Commanding her to forget.
For the last time.
"You'll dream of coming over and over again to thoughts of me and how special I make you feel."
And she did. Her dream-filled sleep plaguing her mind with orgasm after orgasm. His hands all over her. His body on top of her. Doing everything she had imagined he'd do. From wrapping what she would imagine as his insanely talented tongue around a nipple to sucking and licking as he pistoned her cunt with his fingers.
On top of his desk.
She groaned loudly as she brought her hands up to her face. Covering it and letting out an exasperated sigh as she was unsure of how to unpack all of this newfound knowledge.
And— oh God, now she was supposed to just waltz into his office and carry things out as if nothing happened? But if he commanded for her to remember everything…
He wanted her to know. Wanted her to see into his desires as well as give into hers.
And if the feelings of desire were indeed mutual, then Sakura would confront him. Just as she had before. He had laid out the cards for her and now it was her turn to make a move.
If Sakura could count the amount of times she stood in front of Dr. Hatake's office door with her heart feeling like it had been lodged in her throat…
Well, the actual number would be quite pathetic.
She gulped down a nervous breath as she lifted her fist to the door, rapping once. Then twice. Closing her eyes and breathing out through her nostrils as she heard those two fateful words.
"Come in."
And she pushed through, surprised to find that he was not at his usual place by his desk and instead was standing by the window. Hands behind his back with an expressionless look on his face.
It had snowed that morning. The first snow of the year and a light dusting had already coated the ground, following the storm that had passed a couple days ago. She always liked snow and wondered if he did too, judging by how still he was. As if he hadn't even noticed she had walked in.
The silence had her heart beating rhythmically in her chest as her mind reeled back to that night. She wondered if he was thinking about it too. His gaze still fixed out the window. The only indication he was aware of her presence being a flit of his eyes in her direction.
Upon further entrance she noticed his new desk. The simple wooden tabletop with metal legs was gone. Replaced by an expansive rich mahogany desk complete with a semi-circle top. The inside and underneath completely obscured; no longer see-through. She surmised how she would now have enough space to crawl under his desk and spend some time there if need be…
Wait...what?
Where did that come from?!
Banishing the wicked thought, she squared her shoulders and approached him closer. Watching as with every step he seemed to notice her more. He still refused to say anything, and for the first time she actually welcomed the silence. She didn't want him to say a damn thing. Not because she was mad. Or upset. Or confused.
But for the first time during her time at Briar Hill, things had never felt more clearer than what she felt for him. And what he felt for her. Even if it turned out that what they felt was entirely sexual, she didn't have to live in secret with what she felt for him anymore.
So with a steeled breath she looked up at him. Gaze locked on his profile as his eyes continued to focus on the surroundings outside. "Kakashi…" she reached out, studying him.
He didn't even flinch.
"Look at me." she murmured softly.
And he finally did. Finally turned his head to look at her with an expression that could only read as calculating. Like he was gauging her reaction. For any hints as to where her headspace was. Wondering what she thought, having unraveled in front of her and showing her just the kind of person he was. His normally mild mannered persona replaced completely by someone ruled by passion and control.
And she loved every minute of it. It awakened something inside her. Something that she hadn't known was being cultivated underneath the surface. Waiting to be coaxed out. And she wanted to learn more.
She grasped his shoulder, his gaze remaining on hers as she leaned in.
And gingerly pressed her lips to his.
It was her first kiss. Her first ever kiss and though it wasn't under normal circumstances, it meant everything to her. It meant that everything was okay. That she was okay. That they were okay. He seemed to relax against her lips as she felt him sigh. Body less rigid as he seemed to allow himself to be taken by her. If only for a moment.
When she pulled away she watched his eyes slowly lift to gaze at her. She fixed him with a soft smile and squeezed his hand.
"I trust you."
And it was that confession that seemed to render him completely speechless. Because once those words escaped her lips his mouth opened only slightly. Brows pinches together as he stared at her in slight awe.
Without another word she moved from the window, walking towards the couch and taking a seat in her usual place. She watched as he squared his shoulders and cleared his throat. Taking his place in front of her and sitting down in his armchair. He crossed his leg over the other and reached over to the table next to him, grabbing his notepad and placing it on his lap.
He was breathing rather harshly through his nose, pen in hand as he traced over the notepad. Not making any marks as he seemed to be deep in thought. She couldn't possibly think of a way that they could carry out a session as if nothing happened between them. Sakura had an inkling he was feeling the same.
Kakashi opened his mouth and she watched as his lips seemed to be working around something to say. Opening and closing uselessly as he brought the pen to his mouth and bit the end of it. He lifted his gaze from the notepad and to her. Tilting his head and eyeing her curiously.
"Sakura." he started, a shiver running down her spine at the sound of his voice. Having not heard it since that evening. "We talk a lot about instilling confidence. Giving you the courage to speak your mind and break down any barriers keeping you from doing so."
She eyed him questionably, unsure of what he was getting at as he twisted the pen between his teeth. "Tell me one thing you would do if you had the courage to do so."
Her brows twisted together at the odd question, sinking into the couch and crossing her arms. "If I had the courage?"
"Yes."
Her gaze hit the floor as she thought. Teeth working her bottom lip in slight frustration that he wasn't bringing up anything about their prior session. In all honesty, she thought she would walk in and the tension would be overbearing. That the look he had given her would lead to more. And she was upset that it hadn't.
Confidence surged through her as she sat herself up. Uncrossing her arms and staring at him straight in the eye. Gazing into his mismatched eyes as they stared right back at her.
"I'd ask you more about hypnosis."
Kakashi tilted his head. Not so much surprised by her question but by her curiosity. "Hypnosis?" he questioned as he leaned back in his chair and put away his notepad.
"Yes."
He seemed to find her curiosity amusing as he nodded his head. She really didn't care for the reason he was indulging her, just that fact that she was insanely curious and wanted to know more. More about hypnosis itself. More about him and why he felt the need to involve her in the way he did.
"Alright, Sakura." she heard him say as he made himself comfortable. "Ask me anything."
"Have you ever been hypnotized?"
The corner of his mouth upturned slightly, clearly amused by her question and the speed at which she asked it. "Yes. A qualification of being a licensed hypnotherapist is experiencing what hypnosis is like as a hypnotist and as a subject."
She repressed the urge to roll her eyes at his technical response, wanting him to elaborate further. "What was it like?"
Kakashi shrugged. "Hypnosis is different for everyone. But I found it to be interesting." he said as he eyed her playfully. "Obviously."
"Did they use different methods on you? Like you have with me?"
"No. The method they used with me was consistent. The way I hypnotize my patients is based on the set of circumstances I'm dealing with. The very first time you were apprehensive so I took an imagery approach. The time you talked to your mother I used a rapid induction. You were way too tense for a slower method to work."
She worked her lip in frustration. "Alright." she started, a fire igniting in her gaze, "Then what about all the other times? The ones you told me to forget." she suddenly asked, tired of his games as she fixed him with an intense stare.
He cocked his head in confusion. "You don't remember?"
"I do." she said with a slight laugh, not believing the slight confusion in his voice. "I just want you to remind me."
Kakashi paused and a familiar silence cloaked the room. They both stared at one another. Challenging, almost. But then he reached into his pocket and leaned forward. Expression losing all playfulness it had before. He stared at her intently before pulling out the pendulum he used from before, raising it above her head. Her eyes locked onto it and a shaky breath escaped her lips.
"Meet me here tonight and I'll be happy to."
And she did.
She left the appointment just like normal. Ino waiting for her outside his office door with a cup of coffee in her hand.
The rest of the day played out like all the others. Dinner came and went. Ino escorted her back to her room. Evening fell. Suddenly finding herself sneaking out of her bedroom into the quiet hours of the night. As if it were something she had grown accustomed to.
And now she was kneeling before him. Kakashi sitting at the edge of his armchair with that same pendulum swinging between her eyes. Gaze fixated under its hypnotic pull.
"Listen carefully and don't take your eyes off the pendulum as it goes back and forth," he began to chant—
"Back and forth."
"Back and forth."
"Back and forth."
She could feel herself being drawn to the pendulum. Just as she had when he had swiped it out during their heated exchange. When he wrenched it out of his pocket and forced her gaze upon it. Getting lost in its swing as she was pulled further in.
"That's right, Sakura." she heard him purr, unable to look away even if she wanted to as she continued to kneel before him. "Back and forth. Listening to the sound of my voice. Getting lost in the sway of the pendulum going back and forth ."
The smoothness of his voice was easy for her to get lost in. Almost hypnotic in its own way as she threw all resistance away. Wanting to be hypnotized by him. Wanting him to take control and show her this dark side of himself.
She soon lost herself in the measured cadences of his voice. The phrases all entering her mind and urging her to fall deeper.
"As you find yourself drawn to the pendulum you begin to feel warm and safe. Warm. Safe. Relaxed." he said, her gaze still fixated on the pendulum.
"Back and forth."
"Warm. Safe. Relaxed." he repeated. "Warm. Safe. Relaxed. Repeat after me and don't stop until I tell you to."
"Warm…safe…relaxed." she slurred, feeling herself becoming drowsy as her breathing began to slow.
"Good girl."
"It feels so good to drift away. It feels so good to drift deeper and deeper ." she heard him croon from in front of her, his voice sounding closer as he brought himself to kneel on the ground along with her. "To be warm, safe, and relaxed. So very relaxed."
"So relaxed that it's hard to keep your eyes open. Your eyelids are getting heavy. Weighed down by the sheer force of such warm and cozy relaxation."
And it was at that moment that she felt her eyes drifting close. Though some resistance remained as she felt her eyes fluttering between open and closed.
"Your eyelids are getting even heavier than they were before. The longer you listen to my soothing, relaxing, hypnotic droning, the more you want to submit to the darkness's warming embrace. When you're ready you may close them."
Sakura continued to blink herself into blissful oblivion. Eventually closing her eyes completely because it took too much effort to keep them open. The voice having told her she could close them anyways.
"Alright, Sakura. When I count down from three I'll snap my fingers." he murmured, breath now tickling her lips and sending a shiver down her spine. "When I snap my fingers you'll go into a deep hypnotic sleep. You're doing so well for me."
"Three..."
"Two…"
"One…"
Snap!
"Turn loose now and relax." he commanded and she felt her body suddenly become limp, her head falling forward as it gently fell against her chest. "Let a pleasant feeling overcome your body. Every muscle and every nerve growing loose and so limp. So relaxed."
She could feel it. Feel her muscles ease up and her body grow more relaxed as he continued with his commands. "Arms limp now. Like a rag doll."
Her arms had now grown heavy as she completely surrendered herself to her body. The entirety of her form now under the control of his voice. "Heavy, drowsy and sleepy. So calm and so relaxed. Relaxing more with every beat of your heart…every wave of relaxation you feel…each sound you hear."
"As I raise your hand, let all of the weight hang limply in my fingers." he said softly, a tingling in her hand as his fingers brushed across it. "And when I drop it, I want you to send a wave of relaxation across your body. Send that wave from the top of your head down to the very tips of your toes."
"And as you do, you find that you double your previous level of relaxation."
"Deeper…"
"And deeper…"
"And deeper you go."
Kakashi raised both her arms gently a few times on each side. Limp and relaxed. Just as he instructed.
He couldn't help but let his eyes rove over her limp form. The ragdoll he had created now completely under his trance. Ready and willing to be played with. Pink hair covering her face. Shoulders rising and falling with every peaceful breath.
He tilted his head, pocketing the pendulum that had been sitting in his hand. Having no further use for it now that she was completely under. He waved his hand in front of her for good measure, even though her head was cast down and a curtain of hair covered her face.
There was no denying that he enjoyed indulging himself when it came to her and her curiosity. Almost from the moment she had walked into his office. This girl who waltzed in seemingly timid. But he knew a confident spit-fire was brewing underneath.
And whenever she would reveal that side of her…
It was hard for him to refuse. Especially when it became painfully obvious that her feelings were mutual. He found that he couldn't say no . And apparently neither could she. Which was what led them to the situation they were currently in.
Both of them kneeling on the ground. Her limp form seemingly asleep before him. Willing and waiting…
He felt himself reach out, grasping her shoulder to shake her softly so that her head would lift upwards. Presenting him with her pale face. Soft and supple with rosy cheeks and lips to match. Not a blemish on her face as he continued to lean her back flush against the plush carpet. He leaned himself up on his elbow and gazed down at her, using his other hand to brush away the soft tendrils of hair from her face.
His hand traveled further down. Tracing the curvature of her neck as his fingers fell further and to the swell of her breast. She opted to wear a blouse so teasingly thin and see through he had to fight himself from ripping it off to reveal more of her.
"My good girl…" he crooned, fingers tracing over the soft fabric of her blouse as he skipped over a clearly hardened nipple. A positively devilish grin crept upon his face as he heard a breathy moan escape her. The smallest brush of his finger against the sensitive bud enough to make her body shiver.
He lowered himself onto her body, humming in approval and hiking up her shirt to reveal a lace bralette. Small but perky breasts sitting inside and her hardened nipples poking through.
"How does it feel?" he felt himself asking, lips hovering over her covered nipple as his teeth brushed against it. "To be under my control? To surrender yourself to me. "
She hummed above him, remaining relatively still as his tongue darted out to her covered nipple. "So good…"
"So good…" he repeated, biting and nipping at the hardened bud as his other hand snaked up her side. "Because you're my little tranceslut." he growled against her breast. "Do you understand?"
She let out a breathy moan and he squeezed her hip harshly. "Yes."
He couldn't take it anymore. Watching her flat on her back before him. Completely at his mercy as she awaited his every command. Hardened nipples teasing him under the fabric of her lace bra. It wasn't long before he wrenched the cups up, revealing her petite but perfect breasts. Rose-bud nipples just begging for his tongue to wrap around.
Breath caught in his throat as he felt gravity taking over, his lips descending down onto her nipple and encased it with his mouth. His tongue immediately wrapping around the hardened bud. A shuddered sigh shook through him as he immersed himself completely. Lost on the feel of her body against his as he swirled and suckled .
"Touch yourself." he felt himself growl against her nipple. A hand traveling down to her leggings to pull them off swiftly. She let out a whimper as he felt her hand snake down to her well-prepared cunt. Already hearing her juices as she swirled her fingers around.
His cock ached. Painfully so. Still encased in its prison as it pressed hard against her stomach. He continued working her nipple as his hand traveled between them, unbuttoning his pants to reach in and relieve himself.
He growled at the positioning. Finding it awkward as he began to pump his length. So he popped himself from her nipple, straddling her stomach instead and extracting his cock from its confines. "Tease your nipples." he commanded, watching as her other hand lifted from her side to pinch and pull at the hardened bud that he had abandoned.
Kakashi began to stroke himself faster. Watching her fingers circle her clit mindlessly as her other hand continued to pinch her nipple. " Fuck." he growled, feeling beads of precum spill from his tip.
"I'm going to ruin you." he proclaimed, watching as his little tranceslut laid on her back for him. Doing just as he commanded as soft whimpers escaped her lips. Rubbing fervently and her nipple turning red from the work she was giving it. If he hadn't been straddling her and fisting his length, he would have bent down and wrapped his tongue around it. Soothing it and suckling softly to ebb the pain.
But she didn't seem to care in the slightest as she moaned and writhed underneath him. He licked his lips and stared at her with fire in his eyes. "Want to— oh fuck— want to break you. Can I?" he asked, a desperation in his voice as he felt tension growing in his groin. "Can I break you?"
He watched as she mindlessly nodded her head. "Yes, yes, yes…"
The coil in his groin began to tighten as he pumped faster. Sweat brimming the top of his brow as he pinched them together in concentration. He watched obsessively as she tweaked her other nipple, suddenly finding himself overwhelmed with how he had commanded her to touch herself. Fully aware she had probably never touched herself in that way before.
He aimed his cock at her breasts, feeling the pressure build as he groaned through his orgasm. White ropes shooting out onto her perfect mounds as she continued to moan through her ministrations. He watched through glazed eyes as she touched her breasts and smeared his cum over them in the process. The sight only making him cum harder. His body twitching violently with every thrust into his hand.
His heavy gaze was plastered to her chest, watching as she continued to moan and bucked her hips up towards his. Still deep under his spell as she mindlessly smeared his cum over her nipples. An audible groan escaped him as he leaned down onto her. Shooing away her hands and replacing them with his fingers. His eyes traveling to her lips and remembering how perfect they felt against his.
With a flick of his tongue he wet his lips. Eyes stormy and dark as he brought his mouth towards hers. Though careful not to touch as he teased her soft lips. "I want you to kiss me, Sakura. When I bring my lips to yours, I want you to kiss me with everything you have in you."
She whimpered against his lips and it took everything in him not to claim her mouth right then and there. He wrenched himself away from her, swiftly dipping his head to her nipple to swipe up his cum into his mouth. Swirling around her bud mindlessly. Then tracing down the mound of her breast and to the base. Gathering as much as he could as he brought his mouth back to hers.
When their lips connected he immediately felt her mouth open. Swallowing every moan she emitted and reveling in how eager she was to lap up his spend. Licking and devouring his mouth to clean him of himself. Her tongue incessant as they continued to kiss with fervor and passionately. He was quite certain she had never been kissed like that before.
After all, he had commanded her.
When they parted he watched as her mouth remained open slightly. A thin line of saliva running down the edge of her mouth with a glazed look in her eyes. Almost like glass.
He was certain he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
Kakashi abandoned her body for the first time since she had walked into his office that evening. Walking over to his desk to open the drawer that contained his miscellaneous medical supplies. Grabbing the wet wipes and returning to her sprawled out on the floor.
He clicked his tongue as he lowered himself to her once more, cleaning her chest of the remnants of his orgasm. Fixing her lace bralette and closing her blouse. He lifted her into his arms and gazed down at her to brush a pink lock from her face.
Her eyes were still slightly lidded as he laid her down onto the couch. He reached over to the basket sitting right next to it to grab a throw blanket that had been neatly folded inside. Placing it over her as he sat himself down on the table, leaning over to get a good look at her.
He raised a hand to her face, gently closing her eyes with the tips of his fingers as they traced down past her lips. The soft drag down her chin and the column of her neck sending a wave of relaxation throughout her body.
He crouched down further. Face hovering over hers as he breathed softly against her lips.
"Sleep."
Chapter 10: Housekeeping
The pleasant aroma of morning coffee soothed Kakashi's sleep-addled mind as he sat at his kitchen island. Mug in one hand and a newspaper in the other as he allowed his body to wake from a restful sleep. Several days had passed before he was allowed to go home; the institution went on lockdown due to a blizzard that snowed everyone in.
And the last couple of weeks had been very eventful, to say the least.
Being snowed in allowed for some... interesting affairs to transpire. Mainly involving his budding relationship with his patient, Sakura. This thrilling and intoxicatingly beautiful young woman who had stepped into his office not even four months ago. Unable to put his finger on all of what exactly caused his profound attraction for her.
Though, there was one aspect that was certainly responsible for a part of his attraction. Her willingness and willfulness to indulge him in certain...appetites.
Her curiosity for hypnotism—to put it bluntly.
Kakashi still couldn't seem to keep the images from his head. From his dreams. Hell, he welcomed them all. They weren't something he fought hard not to think about. Thinking about her to the point of obsession. Remembering her face as he securely held her head and swung the pendulum in front of her. Watching it swing back and forth, and how her pupils would dilate.
She was so hot for him. And the things he said to her.
Never in his life had he met such a fitting consort. Someone who could indulge him in his deepest, darkest fantasies. Who clearly shared his same obsessions. Her frequent and unprompted visits proved that. Her insatiable need to be used. Played with. Surrendering herself completely. He was her puppet-master . Unyielding and indefatigable in her obedience. And it was the most exhilarating feeling he had felt in a long time.
But he needed more . He found himself obsessing over wanting her around constantly. Their midnight trysts and unproductive sessions a clear sign that neither of them had her treatment on their minds any longer. In any case, Sakura was more alive than ever. A complete 180 from the Sakura he met several months ago.
She was just so intoxicating and magnificent and with each stare into her eyes as they glazed over under the sway of his pendulum he found himself falling harder and faster.
The thought had him staring down at that very pendulum—laid out on the counter. His fingers drifted towards it as he tapped on the spiral etched into gold. Index finger tracing it as his mind began to take him elsewhere. Another memory. From a time that was long gone.
"You know." Kakashi started as he looked about the office. Eyes hovering amongst the different children's toys and the obligatory dollhouse perched at the center. Placing his backpack down onto the small kid's table in front of him, "I feel kinda weird coming here now. Seeing all the kids in the waiting room."
His therapist for the past several years, Minato, chuckled slightly and lifted himself from his chair behind the small oak desk. Grabbing a box that had been sitting out and bringing it along with him. "Well, until you're eighteen—I'm afraid you're stuck here."
"Damn."
Kakashi allowed himself a soft smirk and sat down onto the small awkward chair. Unsure as to why sitting at the kid's table had become an unspoken tradition of sorts.
"So," Minato started, taking a seat as he placed the black box on the table. Kakashi observed the mysterious object curiously as Minato cleared his throat, "Any plans for tomorrow?"
Kakashi shook his head. "No…uh—I think Mrs. Sunako and I are just going to dinner. I don't think anyone else knows."
Minato wrinkled his brow. "Why not?"
"'Dunno. Just hasn't come up. Don't really want it to."
Minato nodded his head. Kakashi was thankful that Minato decided against pressing any further. He should know by now that Kakashi was a solitary young man. Not wanting many people around him at once, let alone allow anyone into his personal life.
"Well, I have something for you."
"Oh?"
Minato nodded his head once more and pushed the box towards him. Kakashi wrinkled his brow as he picked it up and inspected it closely. It did look a little suspect, Kakashi admitted. In all honesty, it looked like something Minato would give his wife.
It hardly mattered, because when Kakashi popped the box open, his eyes immediately lit up. His fingers trembled, but he was careful as they plucked the pendant that was tied to a delicate chain from inside the box. The pendant was gold and circular, embedded with a black spiral on each side that immediately drew him in.
"It's a pendulum," he heard Minato clarify and Kakashi broke his gaze from it momentarily to turn his attention to him, "And it's for your personal use. I—" Minato stammered and Kakashi noticed a fair bit of emotion from him. Kakashi reflected on his journey and how far he had come. He almost saw Minato as a father in a lot of ways. Minato's openness to indulge him in his curiosities as well as how encouraging he was with hypnotism made it harder for Kakashi to see him as just his therapist.
"I'm very proud of how far you've come, Kakashi. So consider this a testament to your progress. And who knows? Maybe…" he paused, watching as Kakashi swung the pendulum in front of them. The two becoming enraptured by its pull.
"Maybe one day you'll become a hypnotist yourself."
And to say Minato was right, would be an understatement.
Kakashi plucked the pendant from the island and pocketed it while he finished his coffee. He lifted himself from the chair and placed the cup in the sink before leaving for the front door to begin yet another day.
He was in a particularly chipper mood that morning—aware that a particular ceremony would be taking place shortly after his arrival. It had him feeling slightly guilty, but deep down he knew it was well deserved. And his patient would eventually come to grips with it.
As he locked up his house and made haste for his car, Kakashi couldn't help the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Yes—Sakura would be just fine.
The small conference room was fairly packed—leaving Kakashi wondering if there was more than just one promotion that day. But, given Ino was the only monitor that had been called up left him to believe that indeed, she was the only one.
As it should be. Ino was an exceptional monitor and gave her all to every single one of her patients, Sakura included. But, the bond they had created was not so easily missed, and though it would break Sakura, it was exactly what Ino needed to rise up if psychology was something she was in fact serious about.
Kakashi smiled as Ino approached the small make-shift stage. She eyed him warily as he held out his hand and watched her grasp it.
"Congratulations, Ino."
The blonde smiled as she shook his hand. "Thank you."
"Between you and I," he continued, watching as her brow quirked. "Telling Director Hashirama to promote you was easily one of the best things I've done since I've started working here.
She shot him a look of surprise. "Oh?"
He smiled warmly and nodded his head. "You deserve it."
"Oh! Well—thank you. I really appreciate it." she offered, actual appreciation palpable in her voice while giving him a genuine smile.
Kakashi watched on as she shook the hand of the director, Hashirama Senju. He looked past her head and they exchanged glances, then nods. The two had spoken the day before briefly about Ino's promotion and how it was long overdue. Kakashi was pleased to find that Director Senju agreed almost immediately.
Though it raised the question of who would be Sakura's next monitor. An issue that wasn't so much of an actual problem for Kakashi. There were plenty of monitors available and though they certainly weren't in any way comparable to Ino, he couldn't leave his patient high and dry.
Which was how he arrived at the conclusion that Kabuto should be Ino's replacement.
Kabuto had been working at the facility for a number of years now. Having built a long—albeit mediocre repertoire. But they had an "understanding" of sorts. Kabuto and Kakashi agreed to not meddle in each other's affairs—a "don't ask, don't tell" kind of relationship. Sakura was no longer in need of such a dedicated monitor, and given Kabuto's habitual negligence, it would be easier for Sakura to move around the facility. He was doing this for her own good.
Kakashi himself was more than enough for her.
Several hours passed before he finally made it back to his office. The ceremony had gone on longer than he originally thought and he was thankful it wasn't his day with Sakura. Though he would be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to a possible surprise visit from her.
Though given what he had witnessed just before getting to his office—he figured he wouldn't be getting a visit until their session tomorrow.
Sakura hadn't noticed him since she was far too busy blubbering her goodbyes to Ino in the hall. The friends exchanged a tight embrace and a few tears as Kakashi watched on at the end of the hall. It was a heartwarming farewell, but even so—Ino would still very much be a presence at the ward.
Only she would be far too busy now.
Kakashi was roused out of his reverie when a knock sounded at his door.
"Come in."
His brow wrinkled as he watched the door warily. He hadn't been expecting any visitors outside of his 12:15 today, and Sakura's appointment wasn't until tomorrow. Given the earlier events of the day, he wasn't really expecting a surprise visit—not that he would've minded.
He felt for the pendulum in his pocket as he continued to eye the door—watching as it pushed open to reveal quite possibly the last person he thought he'd see on the other side. A wide and infectious smile spread across his lips as he slowly lifted himself from his chair.
"Minato?" he said flabbergasted.
Kakashi's old friend, dressed in a simple white collared shirt and grey khakis, smiled brightly as they both met one another at the middle of his office. Hands outstretched as they exchanged a stiff handshake and a pat on the arm.
"Long time no see." Minato said as they finished their greeting.
"I'll say." Kakashi remarked as he let go of Minato's hand, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch. "What brings you all the way here? I won't believe you if you say it was just to see me."
Minato chuckled as he settled down onto the couch—a tired groan escaped him as he did so. "When's your birthday again?"
Kakashi laughed at his joke as he sat down into his armchair. "You missed it."
"Well, damn."
"No, but seriously. It's been—what? Close to five years."
Minato nodded his head and pursed his lips. "Yeah, that sounds about right."
Kakashi let out an exasperated sigh and brought his hands down onto the arms of the chair. "Shit—I don't have anything to offer you to drink."
"It's fine, Kakashi. I wouldn't be able to anyway." Minato quipped, offering a reassuring smile. "I'm actually here on business."
"Business?"
"Mm."
"What kind?"
Minato let out a soft sigh as he leaned back into the couch. "Well, last we talked I mentioned I that might be switching gears, yeah?" he asked and Kakashi nodded his head—vaguely remembering that conversation over dinner several years ago.
"I'm a bit old for child psychology. I haven't been pushed out necessarily—it was more a personal decision." he began, leaning his elbow on the arm of the couch. "So I went back to school for a few years to become an accreditation specialist."
"Accreditation?" Kakashi questioned as his brows raised in surprise. "Does that mean…?"
"Yes. Briar Hill is up for recertification. Though I can't imagine I'll run into any issues. It's more of a formality."
"Ah. I understand."
Minato shot him a look of amusement. "Are you nervous?"
A laugh escaped Kakashi and he shook his head. "No. Though I find it slightly anomalous that my former therapist will be hanging around here."
"For the next month or so, at the very least."
"I guess so, huh?"
"There's a lot to catch up on." Minato mused as he crossed his hands behind his head. "But—I want to know how you're holding up."
"How I'm holding up?"
"You know; how do you like it here? How's your relationship with your patients?"
Kakashi shrugged as he looked slightly past Minato's head. "I like it well enough. It's gratifying and my patients are great."
"Well, again—I can't imagine I'll run into any snags."
"You know I wouldn't be working here if that were the case."
"Very true."
"And how are Kushina and Naruto? He's gotta be—what? Nineteen? Early twenties?"
"Kushina is fine. Retired. Naruto though…" Minato led on as he began to play with his hands. "He's actually grown interested in the field."
Kakashi's brow raised. "Psychology?"
Minato shrugged. "Something like that. He's volunteered at a few institutions and has done exceptionally well. I'm considering having him shadow me during my time here."
"Oh?"
Minato nodded his head. "I think he'll do well here. Especially with the younger patients—they would absolutely love him. He's also well liked amongst his peers. On my way in, I saw a group of young patients who look to be about his age."
Kakashi nodded his head as Minato explained further, eyes flickering up to the clock past his head and finding it was past noon—his next patient was expected in fifteen minutes.
"One has pink hair! Can you believe that?" Minato chuckled.
"Ah, actually I can. She's my patient." Kakashi replied sheepishly as he rubbed one of his hands against the back of his neck. "I'm not sure if you were around earlier, but her monitor actually got promoted today. I found a replacement, though. Should take about a few days to get everything transferred to him. Certainly no more than a week."
Minato nodded. They were now cloaked in a companionable silence. A small smile on Minato's face as he crossed one leg over the other. Kakashi lifted a hand to his mouth as Minato cleared his throat.
"And how are you?"
Kakashi couldn't help but shrug. "Fine."
"Just fine? Considering…"
A soft scoff escaped him. "It's been decades, Minato. I'm as fine as I'll ever be."
To his relief, Minato had let it go rather quickly. Nodding his head as he brought a hand up to scratch his chin. "Well, I'll be here a month—at least. If you ever need to wind down—" he offered, a small, reassuring smile on his face.
"Well, I'll leave you to it." Minato declared as he lifted himself from the couch. "I have a few more things to do today."
Kakashi walked with Minato towards the door and opened it for him while sharing another handshake. "It was nice catching up with you Kakashi. We should do this again sometime." Minato smiled as he headed to the door—looking at Kakashi fondly as he was happy to have a friendly face around. Accreditation could be a grueling process sometimes.
"Likewise." Kakashi nodded and closed the door behind him.
Minato exited Kakashi's office. He really did have several things to do in order to get properly situated at Briar Hill. However, he had to make a quick pit-stop at Director Hashirama's office.
He may have just found a little something for Naruto to do over the next month.
Note:
Alright, kiddos gather 'round. Got some news you don't wanna miss.
Yeah that whole chapter with the abuse and table hypnotism, blah blah, yeah that's dead. Gone. Poof. Retconned. It didn't happen.
Why?
Several reasons. I'll keep it succinct.
To put it bluntly, it didn't belong. It was half-baked. No really, the second half of this chapter was supposed to include older Kakashi doing hypnosis party tricks with his friends. I felt like that didn't belong in the original chapter and instead decided it should be inserted at a later point. Which left what was posted.
One of the other main reasons as to why the original chapter is being retconned and reposted is continuity. Our original idea for "phase 2" of this story has drastically changed. Therefore the transitionary chapter that was originally written no longer works. Making it harder to get back on track. So this new chapter 10 helps rectify this problem.
Hopefully, you weren't wedded to the previous chapter 10. And if you were, gomenasorry from the bottomless pit that resides inside me. I think you all will like this chapter much better than the last one.
So without further ado, the new chapter 10.
Chapter 11: Razzle & Dazzle 'Em
Summary:
A smile from a certain someone is worth a thousand words.
Sakura opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. Wednesday came faster than she anticipated. Yesterday's events played through her mind. She was happy for Ino, she really was, but she couldn't help but feel sad as well. Kabuto was supposed to take over on Monday. She heard he was a decent guy, but nobody could or would ever measure up to Ino. She promised herself she wouldn't give Kabuto a hard time. After all, he was recommended by Dr. Hatake himself. Sakura decided she would trust his judgment, even if Kabuto looked a bit... suspect. Ironically, he had silver hair, the shade was nearly identical to Dr. Hatake's. Maybe they had some sort of silver-haired solidarity. She could understand that, her hair was pink.
All in all, today was a new day. She didn't have anywhere to be until her appointment with Kakashi later. So, she intended to spend her time in her room lounging about. If she was being entirely honest, just the thought of his name sent a wave of arousal straight to her groin. She would definitely need this morning to gather her thoughts. Whatever it was that they had, it was so wrong, and yet it felt so right.
*Knock Knock*
Sakura was startled out of her musings. Her eyes drifted towards the door. She wasn't expecting anyone, maybe if she ignored them they'd go away.
*Knock Knock*
*Knock Knock*
So much for that. Figures. She sighed and rolled her eyes. Couldn't she have some peace and quiet? Would that really be too much to ask?
She got up and opened the door. She thought maybe it was Kabuto, but upon opening the door, there was someone else entirely instead. On the other side was a blonde-haired guy. Probably around the same age she was. Big blue eyes looked expectantly at her.
And...
Does he seriously have whiskers?
Right...whatever. She kept a hand on the handle, stopping the door from opening all the way. She made room for only herself in the doorway. She leaned against the doorframe and let go of the handle, crossing her arms in the process. She looked the stranger dead in the eye. She's so not in the mood for this.
"You're not Kabuto. Who are you?"
"What? No. I'm Naruto. Naruto Uzumaki!"
She doesn't even hesitate when grabbing the door handle again.
*SLAM*
" HEY! "
Naruto proceeded to pound on the door obnoxiously. Seriously, can't the guy take a hint?
Sakura opened up the door again, agitated, and she was seriously thinking about calling for security.
"What?" she snapped. She wanted a quiet morning, not a random guy shouting at her.
"Sheesh, lady. Anyways, I'm Naruto Uzumaki and I'm your new monitor."
Wait...what? Sakura freezes. He couldn't possibly be serious, could he? Kakashi never mentioned this to her.
"How'd you even get in the facility?" she asked. "And where's Kabuto?"
Naruto rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Ah my dad, Minato. He's stationed here for accreditation or whatever. Kakashi told him about you needing a new monitor. So, my dad talked to Director Senju and asked if I could work in the other guy's place. That way you'd have a monitor now instead of in a few days." Sakura frowned at that.
"Even if that's true, I have nowhere to be anytime soon. So you can go now, Naruto." Sakura huffed. She was getting ready to close the door again when Naruto stuck his hand out to stop her. She narrowed her eyes at that. Is this guy for real?
"Would you just wait?! It says here on the schedule that 9 am is breakfast time." he shouted, waving around his clipboard.
"See, right, uh, it was here somewhere..." Naruto squinted to find breakfast on the itinerary. "Eh, anyway, it's time to go eat! C'mon, let's go! Do you think they have ramen for breakfast?"
Sakura stood in her doorway flabbergasted. Not only was he not leaving her alone, but he wanted ramen of all things for breakfast. This was not how her day was supposed to go. Apparently it was too much to ask for some peace and quiet. Of course it was. Just her luck.
"Hellooooooooooo anyone there?" Sakura blinked at that. Did she really zone out?
"Yeah, I've been waving my hand for a few minutes now. You were staring off into space." Naruto practically shouted. Did she say that out loud? Sakura blinked again, trying to make her brain catch up to the blonde in front of her.
"Sheesh lady you're weird."
"It's Sakura." she huffed. "My name is Sakura. Use it."
"Alright, alright jeez Sakura. C'mon, it'll be fun!" he said. Naruto stuck out his hand in invitation for her to join. His smile was dazzling and his eyes showed genuine joy. When he put it like that, she felt compelled to join him. It would be nice to have a new friend to sit with in the cafeteria, now that Ino was no longer around.
"Alright Naruto, let's go." She sighed. She grabbed her badge and stepped outside of her room, closing her door behind her. Might as well get some food while she's at it.
"ALRIGHT!" he jumped up and punched the air triumphantly, finally happy to be making progress.
Sakura bristled. "Not so loud, idiot!" She looked around and was relieved no one was around. Why did she agree to this again?
"Hehe, sorry my bad." he laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck again.
As the pair made their way to the cafeteria, Sakura realized that this was going to be a long day. She couldn't wait until she had her appointment, finding herself unconsciously counting down the hours.
As they entered the cafeteria, Sakura looked around to see if she saw anyone she knew, and thus wanted to avoid. It already took everything she had to deal with Naruto at the moment. Luckily, Sakura didn't see anyone. She didn't think she could handle more at the moment. How can a person have so much energy in the morning? You would almost think he chugged a full pot of coffee when he got up.
There's a constant noise coming from her right, and the moment Sakura notices that she realizes she's zoning out again. Naruto apparently doesn't stop talking. Like ever . He didn't even notice that she wasn't paying attention. Not that it mattered. Apparently, all he could talk about was ramen.
As they arrived at the queue, they both grabbed a tray. Naruto let Sakura go first, seeing as she's familiar with what they're serving. Suddenly there's a loud "Aw, man!" coming from behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she sees Naruto looking like someone took his favorite toy.
"Do you have to be this loud in the morning?" she hisses. When she got no response, besides a pout, she asked "What's wrong?"
"They don't have any ramen! How can they not have ramen? It's the GREATEST food in the world!" Naruto proclaimed. He barely restrained himself from flinging his arms in the air to make his point.
Sakura rolled her eyes and turned back to the queue, not even bothering to respond to that. Instead, she tried to decide what she wanted to eat for breakfast. She spotted a plate with an omelet, and picked it up, placing it on her tray. As she passed the fruit section, she also grabbed a bowl of mixed fruit.
She reached the register and swiped her badge. Eyes scanned the room as she looked for a good, quiet place to sit down. Sakura spotted a small table with two chairs somewhere at the far end of the cafeteria. Perfect, she thought, as she started walking towards the table. Naruto not far behind, hearing the soft 'beep' as he swiped his badge. She reached the table and put her tray down, watching Naruto do the same as she sat down.
Sakura took a bite of her omelet looking at a
moping Naruto. Well, that won't do, will it? No way she's going to allow him to keep moping when he was the one that convinced her to leave her room in the first place.
"So. What are we doing after this?" She asked, before taking another bite. The omelet was surprisingly good, for a psych ward, that is.
Naruto looked up, his pout disappearing, making room for the same dazzling smile she had seen before. Much better, she thought. Sakura continued eating her breakfast as she listened to the blonde listing all the different things they could do to pass the time. Well, maybe hanging out with Naruto wouldn't be so bad, after all, she mused.
The day had gone by faster than she had expected it to go compared to when she had woken up this morning. She mentally thanked Naruto for that, as he walked her to her appointment. He was a good distraction. She definitely could get used to having him as her monitor.
"Alright! Here we are!" Naruto said as they reached Dr. Hatake's office. She walked up to the door and knocked to announce her arrival.
Sakura waited patiently for him to call her in. Or, that was what it looked like. In reality, she was trying her best to not start fidgeting like a nervous schoolgirl. That would probably raise some questions from Naruto. She was just excited to see Kakashi again. She hadn't spoken to him since...well, that night. She'd seen him, of course, at the ceremony yesterday. But that just wasn't the same, was it? Her thoughts drifted off to what they had been doing and—Stop! Focus, Sakura! She scolded herself. Now was not the time.
It wasn't long before she heard a soft "Come in." Sakura grabbed the handle and opened the door to his office. After she had walked inside, she turned to close the door. Before she closed it, she looked at Naruto and gave him a smile, "I'll see you later..." she said.
She walked to the couch and plopped herself down. Dr. Hatake was at his desk writing something down. After he finished he looked up and smiled at her.
"Hello Sakura, how are you today?"
She smiled. "Oh, I'm fine, but you wouldn't believe the morning I had." She said, flabbergasted.
Kakashi raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh?" he chuckled. "Do tell".
This ought to be interesting, he thought.
Chapter 12: Fleeting Thoughts
"Oh? Do tell." Dr. Hatake chuckled.
"Some guy banged on my door this morning announcing that he was my new monitor. I was confused because Kabuto wasn't supposed to start until next week. But my monitor's name is Naruto. Although I'm still not sure if he really is my monitor. He said Mr. Minato was his father..."
If Kakashi had coffee in his mouth, this is the part where he would've spit out his drink. Naruto? Naruto isn't qualified to be a monitor , Kakashi thought. How did Minato manage to arrange this? To take Naruto off Sakura's detail would be a hassle. An inconvenience, but one he could deal with. One that he would have to deal with eventually, if he didn't want anyone finding out what he was up to with Sakura.
"...and then he starts pouting because he couldn't find any ramen for breakfast! I mean who eats ramen for breakfast? Anyways, after breakfast we couldn't really decide on what to do at first, so we just walked around a bit, but then we managed to, um, borrow one of the board games that they have in the recreational room. We didn't really want to be in that room, it was way too noisy in there. So we snuck out to the garden and sat in one of the gazebos to play. It was actually a lot of fun, especially since Naruto apparently is a very sore loser." Sakura finished. She managed to have fun this morning and it made her feel warm inside. Having a nice memory to reminisce about instead of something depressing was a nice change of pace. She liked this feeling.
"Well, seems you had an eventful morning." Dr. Hatake smiled.
"Sure did!"
"I'm glad to hear that."
"Now, let's talk about our session today." Dr. Hatake started.
"Sakura, have you ever heard the phrase, "All hypnosis is self-hypnosis?"
She shook her head no. Honestly she knew next to nothing. She still knew next to nothing. But any tidbit of information he was willing to share was worth paying attention to.
"Well it has a bit of truth to it. If you don't accept the power of hypnosis then it won't work. When accepted, it becomes a very powerful tool. What I want to focus on today is creating a "mental nothingness" that you can use on yourself when your anxiety spikes".
"Mental...nothingness?" Sakura inquired.
"Yes." Dr. Hatake said seriously. "Oftentimes when someone is experiencing anxiety or post-traumatic stress, those thoughts tend to supersede all rationale. Becoming all consuming. Trapping the victim in a vortex of panic. What I want is for you to be able to induce a state of nothingness within yourself. This will help you calm down until you're able to neutralize your anxiety or panic. Then you'll be able to come out of the state relaxed and ready to continue"
"Today I'll guide you to this hypnotic state, but my hope is that over time you'll be able to repeat this process on your own until you master it."
"I also want to try something different today," he said seriously. "Today I want you to decide how you want me to hypnotize you."
Sakura reeled at that. She was being given a choice?
Dr. Hatake continued, laughing—
'Oops, must've said that out loud' she cringed.
—"Yes, you can choose any method today. One I've already done or an entirely new one, perhaps...".
Sakura sat quietly on the couch for a while.
What did she want?
So far, the only time she was aware she was truly aware of being hypnotized were the first few times. Well...that wasn't entirely correct. She had been aware when he used the pendulum. But those times were "off the clock".
But maybe that could change? She mused.
Sakura made up her mind. She was going to ask him to use—
"I want you to use the pendulum." she said.
"Oh?" Dr. Hatake raised his eyebrow inquisitively and cocked his head to the side. He wasn't expecting her to want to use the pendulum outside of their late night trysts.
"Please."
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
"Yes".
Dr. Hatake nodded and proceeded to stand up. He walked over to the couch where Sakura was sitting and positioned himself in front of her. He grabbed the pendulum out of his pocket and grabbed her chin with his other hand. Lightly grasping it and directing her gaze to the pendulum above her eyes.
"Stare at the pendulum as I swing it back and forth"
"Fix your eyes on it. Take a few deep breaths. Just keep breathing deeply. Listen to the sound of my voice. You will find that your eyelids have a tendency to get heavy. Almost as if they had anvils attached to them."
" And the longer you stare at the pendulum going back and forth, the more your eyelids get heavy, and you blink"
"Your eyes start to feel heavy, like something is pulling them down, as if they wanted to slowly close, and get drowsier and sleepier and heavier."
"You feel your eyes slowly closing, slowly closing, getting drowsier and more tired, and when they finally do close, you'll notice how good you feel."
"Drowsy, heavy, pulling down, down, down, slowly closing, getting harder and harder to see, and you feel good. Very, very hard to keep them open, feel that very soon they will close tightly, almost tightly closing, almost tightly closing, tightly closing. Your eyes are tightly closed; you feel good; you feel comfortable; you're relaxed all over; just let yourself drift and enjoy this comfortable relaxed state."
"You will find that your head will get heavier; tends to nod forward some, and you just let yourself drift in an easy, calm, relaxed state. You're safe here and I've got you Sakura."
"It's time for you to sleep."
"I want you now to imagine that you are standing in front of a house. This is an unusual house. It's twelve feet high, twelve feet wide, thirty-six feet long. There are three rooms, one behind the other. And this structure stands over a basement. There are three steps that lead up to the house."
"I want you to walk up and open the front door. As you do, you step into the first room. It's a very unusual room because there is only one piece of furniture in the room, a reclining chair."
"The carpeting, the walls, the ceiling, and the upholstery on the chair are all a beautiful sunny yellow. This is the Yellow Room."
"The chair looks so inviting that you walk over to it, sit down in it, and push it back into a reclining position."
"You feel so relaxed, and as you do, you let your mind drift to a pleasant experience of the past thirty days. A pleasant experience of the past thirty days."
As she listened to his instructions, memories from her subconscious bubbled up to the surface. She saw herself with Ino in the garden. Laughing in the garden—she and Ino were lazing the day away in the warm, beautiful sunshine. Sakura felt herself smile and she watched her memories play black.
"And now that memory causes you to feel even more relaxed. But it's time to get up from the chair and move on to the second doorway and step inside."
Sakura followed his voice and drifted into the next room.
"This room is almost identical to the first, except the color is gold. This is the Gold room, and there is that reclining chair in the center of the room."
"Since your experience was so good the first time, you walk to that reclining chair again, sit down in it, and now you just lean back. As you do, you bring into your mind the memory of a very pleasant experience of the past twelve months - the past year."
Again, as she listened to his instructions, memories bubbled up from her subconscious. When the image became clearer she could see herself in her room. Before her stay at Briar Hill. She was in her own bedroom. Watching an episode of her favorite show. She remembered how excited she was to finally see this episode after weeks and weeks of brutal studying.
"Alright, it's time to get up from that chair, and you move into the third room."
"This is the Blue room. It's exactly like the first two, except for the color."
"You walk to that chair, you sit down in it, and you lean back. But as you lean back, there's something very interesting occurring. What's occurring is that the chair now is on a hydraulic hoist, and it begins to slowly move down. It's going down into that lower level, passing right down through the floor. As you're going right down, deeper, sitting in a very relaxed, comfortable position. Now it stops, and you're down into the basement."
"Now as you stand up from the chair, there's one door ahead with a sign that says, "The Room of Nothingness." You walk to the door, turn the knob, and step inside."
Up until this point Sakura had dutifully followed every step that Dr. Hatake had told her to take, without second guessing it. She had completely surrendered her mind over to him, to guide her through all the different doorways and rooms . She thought maybe a small part of her would be scared to just surrender herself like that, even if she had done it before. But that wasn't the case at all, this was different. It was quite liberating in a way. To just let go of all control and consciously following every step he showed her. To not think about anything other than this.
As with everything else, she didn't hesitate here either. She walked towards the door that appeared in front of her, Carefully reading the words that were engraved in it. "The Room of Nothingness." It had an eerie ring to it, but she knew this was their goal, to enter this room. So she did what he asked of her, grabbing the knob with a firm grasp and turned it to open the door, stepping inside.
"As you do, your eyes narrow down and you hesitate, because it's very dim in this room and the door closes behind you. There is a strange feeling beneath your feet, because you're standing on a foam rubber pad which is three inches thick."
