*Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters in it. I simply borrow them for my own musings and fantasies and do not get paid for their use in said musings or fantasies.

Warning: This updated chapter is sexually explicit. If you are offended by such content, please do not read it. I repeat, this is a sexually explicit chapter so please take heed if lemons are not your cup of tea and do not read it. If lemons aren't a big deal and/or you enjoy them, please read on and enjoy. It's not much, but it serves a purpose to the revamped plot. Don't forget to let me know what you think, too, please! Thank you. -Nira

Chapter 7

Yuriko made her way out of the bar, cringing internally at how much she had to touch and be touched by strangers as she did. She literally had to fight her way through and she was positive that she'd been groped a couple times as she made her way across the dance floor. She ignored the drunken compliments thrown her way and pushed aside the men who stood in her way, trying to grind their crotch against her and call it dancing and when she'd cleared the crowd and gotten outside, she sighed in relief, shivered in disgust, and quickened her pace toward the forest in search of a lake or body of water to go for a swim to help her clear her mind.

Kakashi had decided to stay and enjoy the party since it had been a while since he'd been out with his friends. Another couple of hours passed before the majority of the group was drunk and being obnoxious. Kakashi decided to take his leave as well, having had seen enough. For a brief moment he wondered where Yuriko had gone and if she was okay, but when an attractive brunette showing a bit of cleavage and wearing fishnet stockings stood between him and the door and they locked eyes, she smiled at him and he allowed his gaze to travel along her frame, completely forgetting about his teammate.

'34, 26, 38…'

He made his way toward her and when they'd met, her smile grew. She smelled slightly of alcohol, but not enough for Kakashi to believe that she was drunk. He wasn't either and it wouldn't be any fun or even worth it if she was. Kakashi loved his women, yes, but he had morals and taking advantage of a drunk woman was like kicking an injured puppy to him. It was wrong and made him feel like a terrible person, so he just didn't do it.

"Hi, there," she smiled. "Leaving already?"

"Well, I was planning on it, but if a beautiful woman such as yourself were to join me, I wouldn't have to go home lonely tonight."

"You're quite direct, aren't you?" she chuckled. "I like that. Not very many men have your confidence."

"Because they're not me."

The woman's eyes turned sultry and she offered her hand for a handshake. "I'm Ayumi."

"Kakashi," he smirked below his mask before pressing his clothed lips to the back of her hand with a slight bow. "Shall we?"

"Lead the way," she grinned, and the two made their way through the rest of the crowd to the door.

When they'd breached the doorway into the street, the two interlocked their arms and continued walking toward Kakashi's apartment making light, meaningless conversation. Kakashi sighed internally, wishing she'd shut up. He hadn't decided to bring her home because he thought they could have a good conversation over tea, but he smiled and nodded and answered questions as if he was thoroughly enthralled in whatever it was she was talking about so as not to offend her and drive her away. That tended to be a problem that he encountered a lot if he ever decided to bring a woman home for a bit of fun. They talked way too much about nothing important and didn't realize or seem to care that he was really only looking for a physical and chemical release for the tension and stress of missions without any kind of emotional attachment.

When they'd entered the apartment Ayumi looked around, giving herself a small tour and Kakashi snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She took in a slight gasp, feeling his breath unobstructed against her neck and when she tried to turn to get a look, Kakashi held her tighter.

"No peeking," he purred into her ear, licking along the lobe and nibbling lightly.

The excited shudder that rolled through her and the moan that escaped from her throat told Kakashi that he'd succeeded in piquing her interest enough for her to want to stay, so he upped his game, moving in for the slow kill. His hands wandered around her body, pulling the hem of her dress up just enough for him to feel where her thigh-high fishnets began and the neckline down to expose the entirety of one shoulder that he helped himself to a taste of.

"You sure know how to get a woman going," Ayumi chuckled, her voice sultry as she rolled her hips into his, making a point to feel his length through the thin fabric of her dress and running her fingers through his hair.

Not knowing what to say in response without sounding like a pig, Kakashi opted instead to inch the tight-fitting dress up and over her head, removing the garment and leaving her in a matching black lace bra and thong lingerie set, making sure to stay just out of her line of sight.

"Do you trust me?" he cooed to her neck.

She nodded and he whispered for her to close her eyes and keep them closed as he led her by the hand toward the bedroom and eased her onto the bed before he walked around the bed to close the curtains to make the room pitch black so that even if she did open her eyes, she wouldn't be able to make out what he looked like. While he was up, he tore open a condom from his bedside table and rolled it onto his length.

"Can I open my eyes yet?"

"Not yet."

Kakashi crawled onto the bed behind her, running a fingertip along her spine and causing her to shudder and let out a sigh. He sat behind her, one hand cupping her supple breast and pinching her nipple while the other inched its way along her stomach to her nether regions. Ayumi couldn't help but moan as his careful hand gently pried her legs apart and fondled the small hooded bundle of nerves through the fabric of her panties. She was already wet with excitement and when he softly bit into the tender flesh of her neck, something in her snapped.

"It's not nice to tease," she pouted. "I can feel that you're just as excited as I am, so why don't you fuck me already?"

"If that's what you want," Kakashi smirked, pinching her clit and eliciting a squeal from the curvaceous brunette.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and threw her down onto the bed, swiftly changing positions so that he was looming over her. She'd cheated and opened her eyes, but by that point, it didn't matter. It was too dark for her to see him. Kakashi pulled the sopping fabric of her panties aside and teased a bit more, rubbing his length along her dripping sex while Ayumi squirmed, attempting to position herself so that he'd penetrate her.

"Please," she whined. "I want it."

Not needing to be told a third time, Kakashi obliged and slid the entirety of his length into Ayumi's warmth while she let out a hearty moan at the welcome intrusion. It was bigger and thicker than she'd expected it to be, but she was far from disappointed or deterred. He thrust his hips fast and hard into hers and the moans and screams that erupted from within her echoed throughout the room as her sex squeezed around his. Ayumi quickly inched closer and closer to her climax as Kakashi's rock hard member drilled into her, but just as she was about to reach it, he pulled out.

"What are you doing?! Don't stop!" she protested in frustration.

"Turn around," he purred, seductive.

Without hesitation, Ayumi turned so that she was on all fours and looked back at Kakashi expectantly. He smacked her rear and she yelped but arched her back more and wagged her tail back and forth, begging for more. He smacked the other cheek, drawing another yelp that morphed into a groan when he sheathed himself within her once again. Ayumi purred in content at being full of him again before she began to roll her hips in time with each of his thrusts. His pace quickened, and with it, so did Ayumi's moaning pants until she was left gasping for breath and clutching onto the sheets below her. Kakashi's hips pushed faster into hers, his hands gripping onto her pelvis and leaving slight bruises at the small of her back and waist.

He was close and he could feel that she was as well by how tightly her walls squeezed around him. When Ayumi reached her orgasm, she let out a healthy scream into the bedsheets, her fists gripped so tight around them that her knuckles turned white and inner walls going into spasms, clutching onto Kakashi's length and milking him dry as he, too, was pulled over the edge. The two of them collapsed onto the bed, panting and utterly satisfied. When they'd caught their breath, Kakashi pulled his mask back over his face, removed and disposed of the condom, and pulled on a pair of pants while Ayumi slowly redressed and recomposed herself.

When she'd gathered her belongings and made herself presentable, Kakashi walked her to and opened the door and leaned against the frame. He didn't say anything, but Ayumi smirked and faced him again, pressing her lips to the cloth where his would be, catching the shinobi slightly off guard.

"You know, Kakashi, your reputation precedes you. It was definitely as fun as everyone said it would be. Thanks for an awesome time," she hummed, turned, and sauntered away and down the stairs.

Yuriko had just returned from her late night swim to overhear the conversation and pass by a curvy brunette with a huge smile plastered on her face who reeked of sweat and sex. She scoffed at the woman and when she'd seen Kakashi standing in his doorway in only his mask and a pair of pants, Yuriko glared at him in disgust as she stalked past him. He sighed and rubbed the back of his head as he lazily returned to his apartment to shower, completely exhausted but feeling a lot better and ignoring his neighbor's judgmental gaze.

Yuriko was appalled. Was there anything redeemable about her captain? He was always late AND he was a womanizing bastard. And the woman who had left was no better for having gone along with it. If she knew Kakashi had a reputation for sleeping around, why would she subject herself to being another number to him? Didn't she have any self-respect?

Yuriko was glad she hadn't been home to hear them and made a mental note to invest in earplugs in case he had women over often. Just because she lived next door to him didn't mean that she wanted to know or hear who- or whatever he did in his free time. She'd been worried that he wasn't getting enough sleep when she'd seen him at the party earlier and was going to leave him a bag of her herbal sleep-inducing tea, but now that she knew why he was sleep deprived, she couldn't stand him.

She showered, washing the lake algae from her hair and got dressed and ready for bed. She wasn't exactly tired and it was a nice night, so she decided to read on her balcony to allow her hair to air dry a bit before she went to sleep. When she'd opened her door and stepped onto her balcony, she noticed that Kakashi had had the same idea. Hearing his neighbor's balcony door slide open, Kakashi glanced up to acknowledge her and was greeted with a glare before she turned her back to him and opened her book, decidedly ignoring him.

He sighed, wondering what he'd ever done to make her hate him so much. It wasn't the first time that she'd blatantly ignored him or flat out glared at him just for being in her presence, it seemed. Thinking back to their mission, though, she couldn't completely despise him. She'd stopped to soothe him when she'd seen that he'd been having a nightmare. That had to count for something… right?

Yuriko awoke the next morning, yawned and stretched. It was still early with the sun still low in the sky but her stomach growling at her and her bladder constricting prevented her from staying in bed and sleeping more. After a light breakfast and cool shower, she dressed in an emerald green long sleeved cardigan over a beige tank top, dark blue jeggings, and a cream scarf with violet stitching. She braided her hair to the side, hanging over her shoulder and slipped on a pair of cream flats before making her way outside. She wasn't entirely sure where she was going but she had energy to blow so she just walked.

Eventually, she'd meandered into what appeared to be a farmer's market with small stands set up selling whatever products they had from hand-made jewelry to produce with the dirt still on it, fresh from the garden or field. Yuriko stopped by each stand, looking over each of the merchants' wares, fascinated that there was such a wide arrangement of products. She found herself at a stand that had intricately painted fans and her eye was caught by a metal fan with very taut lavender dyed fabric spread across the fan's ribbing. There was a painting of a white lotus flower on a lily pad with gold swirl designs and the kanji for perseverance in the corner and Yuriko couldn't help but smile, thinking that it was perfect.

"Excuse me, how much for this one?" Yuriko inquired to the elder lady.

"Oh, that one's a weapon, dear. You wouldn't want that," the old woman smiled, but the statement had intrigued Yuriko even more.

"Really? How is it a weapon?" she asked, and the old lady gingerly lifted the fan from its stand in trembling hands.

"There's a button here. When you press it, there are springs at the bottom of each rib that shoot senbon from the tip. See here how it's hollow?"

"May I?" Yuriko smiled, and the old woman smiled and warned her to be careful.

Yuriko thoroughly examined the fan, entranced by its simplistic appearance but deadly functionality. It was perfect, but her finances were critically low. She doubted she had the money for it, but she had to ask anyway.

"How much would you like for this, ba-san?"

"That's five thousand four hundred yen. Are you a kunoichi, young lady?"

"Yes, ma'am, I am," Yuriko smiled, though it wasn't whole-hearted. She'd been right; the fan was out of her price range. "Unfortunately I'll have to come back another time."

"That's a shame. You seem to like it so much."

"I do, but I can't afford it. Thank you for your time."

Yuriko bowed to the shopkeep before she turned with a disappointed sigh to continue her walk through the market. Ultimately, she'd successfully wasted time and energy, having gone to every shop and started to make her way out of the area when she saw a crowd gathered and heard someone yelling.

"What are you doing here? You're a curse on all of us!" a man hollered.

"What? I was only…" came a reply from a familiar voice and Yuriko's gaze hardened and she pushed her way through to the front to get a better view. "I was only looking at the masks."

"You want this? You filthy loser! You disgust me. Just take it!"

The man threw the mask and Yuriko noticed that it was a fox and that it had hit Naruto on the head before landing next to him.

"You can have it, now get lost!"

The man then turned in a huff and walked back to his shop and Naruto looked so deeply hurt as he picked the mask up and stood.

"What?! Why do you all look at me with those eyes?" he demanded, his voice cracking with the tears and pain he was fighting.

Not able to stand it anymore, Yuriko stepped up. "What's wrong with the boy looking? He wasn't going to steal it," she glared, drawing the attention to herself and enticing whispered conversations amongst the crowd.

Naruto's eyes widened as he looked up at her. "Yuriko nee-chan..?"

"Who are you?" the man glared back.

"Who I am is of no importance." Yuriko gently took the mask from Naruto and turned to the man, throwing it back at him with speed and precision, hitting him hard enough on the forehead to leave a large lump and crack the mask. "You can keep your poorly crafted mask, sir. A three-year-old could do better with paper and glue. Let's go, Naruto-kun."

Yuriko took hold of Naruto's hand, dragging him with her. Eventually, she let go of his hand, thinking that he'd be embarrassed to keep holding her hand and as they walked through the village toward her apartment, they were stared at and whispered conversations and glares or looks of disapproval followed them everywhere they went. The two of them remained silent, but Yuriko could feel his tension from beside her.

"Naruto-kun, have you eaten?" she asked eventually.

As if to answer her question, his stomach growled and a blush rose to his cheeks as she chuckled.

"Come on. I'll cook something for you. I don't have much money, but I have plenty of food at my house."

He nodded, still remaining silent and continued to follow her until they'd reached her apartment. She dug through the cupboards, gathering ingredients for onigiri, miso soup, teriyaki chicken, and takoyaki. As she was pulling out the kettle for tea, Naruto called out to her, his voice hoarse, and she looked at him, hearing his struggle. There were silent tears streaming down his face and off the tip of his nose and her heart ached, so she took the few steps to reach him and wrapped her arms around him in a tight comforting embrace. Neither of them said anything, but they stood there for a moment in mutual understanding while Naruto calmed down and when he had, Yuriko smiled at him.

"Let's get cooking, shall we? I don't know about you, but I'm starved."