Sakura couldn't believe she was doing this.

She quietly made her way down the hall of the hospital, wincing every time someone who knew her called her name, smiling a strained smile at them and hoping that they didn't see her true reason for being there. She held her breath as she stood outside of the closed door, praying that this would go well and that no one would ever, ever know.

Silently she opened the door and quickly closed it behind her, shuffling into the room and staring at the bed resignedly.

"Kakashi-sensei, what are you doing?" The white haired copy nin paused, blinking his one eye at the girl slowly.

"Ah... Sakura. What are you doing here?" Sakura sighed and sat her bag down beside the chair, reaching over to take Kakashi's hands and sit them down on the bed, gentle due to the injuries that were hidden by the bandages that Kakashi had been trying to bite through.

"Kakashi-sensei, why were you trying to take off your bandages?" His eye crinkled in a hopeful smile.

"Well, you see, there was this poor little injured bird that needed them more than me so..." Sakura held up her hand.

"No. Stop. Just... stop. You know you need those bandages."

"No, I don't believe I do."

"Kakashi, nearly all of the skin was burned off your hands! You can't even pick things up or hold things." Kakashi pouted, looking around dismally.

"But Sakura-chan, I don't like the hospital." Sakura narrowed her eyes at the man, a well respected ninja of the leaf and a huge crybaby when it came to hospitals.

"Don't you Sakura-chan me, Sensei, especially when I came here to make a deal with you." He looked at her bleakly; all of his thoughts on how much he hated the damned bandages and the damn hospital who put the bandages on him.

"Oh?"

Sakura closed her eyes and picked up her bag, holding it tightly. "I want you to stop hassling all of the nurses, stop trying to escape and stop trying to eat your bandages."

"Oh." He wasn't even trying to pretend to be interested, just sitting there staring at the wall, silently begging for some enemy nin to come through and mercifully kill him.

"And if you do," She said, taking a breath as she pulled the item out of her bag. "I'll give you this." And she held out something that filled her with trepidation and him with complete joy. He looked at her disbelievingly, his hands twitching towards his beloved Icha Icha book.

"Sakura... I-"

"Do you promise?" He mutely nodded his head, and Sakura winced, knowing what she would have to do next. "Since you can't use your hands I'll... have to read it out loud." Kakashi blinked and threw his head back, roaring in laughter. Sakura looked around, almost expecting to see dozens of people peering at her and the cursed book she held.

"Shh! Shhhhh! Hush! Kakashi-sensei, God!" He managed to regain control of himself, though only just.

"I don't think you want to do that, do you?" Sakura lowered her eyes and shook her head.

Kakashi looked at her dejected and embarrassed slouch and thought that he could maybe let her go without any more embarrassment. But then his book caught his eye and any thoughts of letting it go were forgotten.

"Here, sit here." He said, gesturing to the space on the small bed next to him. Sakura blinked, not really comprehending. "Sit down and hold up the book for me."

It took a few minutes to get situated, and when they finally got settled she was sitting in between his legs, his chin on her shoulder so that he could read over it. Sakura was so embarrassed and she could feel her face flame in pure mortification. This was just so... strange.

As he read, grunting when he wanted her to turn the page, Sakura tried to keep her attention on anything other than the dirty book in her hands. The amount of tiles in the ceiling, how many leafs she could see on the tree outside the window. Anything but the book.

But the girl was fighting a losing battle with her curiosity.

Soon she was leaning against his chest, nestled in as they both read, fascinated by the story. It was like being caught on an emotional roller coaster, feeling the sadness, pain, joy and love that was elegantly written on the pages that hid beneath such a perverted cover.

But then there was the arousal, something Sakura definitely didn't want to deal with while she was practically on top of her teacher, his arms around her waist so that they'd be in a more comfortable position.

When the clock finally hit the seven o'clock mark and Sakura's watch chimed, alerting her to the fact that she had the late shift in the hospital that night, she jumped, having been so caught up in the story and the soothing beat of Kakashi's heart.

Sakura looked at her watch and winced, jumping up and slipping a book mark in to mark their page. Then she just stood there awkwardly, staring down at the cold tiled floor since she was unsure of how to proceed.

"You should come back tomorrow," Kakashi said, amusement evident in his tone. "We need to finish the book." Sakura nodded and went to leave, hoping to hide the bag in her locker before anyone asked her what it was and she'd have to admit to everyone that she'd read Icha Icha in her teacher's arms.

God.

She moved to leave, mumbling a quick "Bye, Sensei." To him before cracking open the door.

"Oh, and Sakura." She lifted her head. "You don't have to call me Sensei any more. After all, isn't it awkward to have read porn with your teacher?" He teased lightly, watching as her face flamed up and she slammed the door.

Chuckling, he leaned back, trying to pass the time until tomorrow without freedom or hands and a promise to behave.

Maybe this time he'd finally get the damn bandages off.

You can thank Kathy for this one, because I don't really know where it came from. I guess I was thinking what Kakashi would do if he was unable to read his Icha Icha, and Kathy looked at me and said, "You know what, you obviously don't need sleep. Type, Bitch, type." And so, here we are!

God, I'm tired.

Stay sexy! (Yes, I'm talking to you, Gorgeous)