DAY FIVE

At first he was deeply worried about Kaiko, but as he continued searching for hints and stuff, the image became clear.
Either Kaiko was killed, or she was the one who stole the Lazarus Eye.
The hoped it wasn't the latter. But it made more sense.
She could be after the Lazarus Eye in the first place.
She tricked him.
No.
He allowed himself to be tricked.
Kakashi looked at the dry leaves beneath his feet and was reminded of the time he caught her wandering within the Hokage's territory. Then a long thread of curses escaped his lips.
He definitely fell for a trap.

Scheming bastard.
Kaiko glared at her captive's back, finally coming up with another set of names to call him. "Jackass!"
"Moron."
"Asshole."
"Bastard."
He turned around and crouched so that their gazes will meet. "How sweet.." he twisted his expression into something similar to a giggling teenager.
"You'll pay for this. I swear."
"Indeed." He mocked.
"I'll send you to hell! You scheming little…"
A swift backhanded slap landed on her left cheek. "Before you continue your weightless tirade, let me remind you something," he grasped the lower half of her face, cupping her chin in a clamp-like grip and forcing her to meet his hard gaze. "we, my dear, are cut from the same cloth. Your brainless boyfriend will definitely agree with that." Kaiko winced at the mention of Kakashi. " So don't make accusations when you're just as guilty of the crime as I am."
He released his grip and stood up, towering her. "Now, now, now… don't look so sad… we'll just play a little game of mine.." Malice lined his last words.
Kaiko struggled to free her bound hands, wincing as the rope grazed against her wrists. It was impossible to rip it off, and just as impossible to loosen it and let it slip off her hands. She looked around. The sun is gone. Soon enough, the entire place would be pitch dark. God knows what this perverted creature of hell would do to her.
He kept looking at her, obviously taking interest in her unclothed figure. Bastard. If she could just break free from this wretched rope around her wrists.. and this wretched rope around her ankles.. and this wretched tree behind her.. and this wretched imbecile from the deepest pit of hell leering at her. Bastard.
"Dear brother, what an idiot you are.." He said out loud. "No wonder..." Kaiko growled, her mind thinking of other ways to get out of this situation.

The darkness was his enemy and his friend. Kakashi knew he could easily travel in the dark, however, looking for clues is a different matter. Tonight would be a half moon, he reminded himself. He could make use of little light, but it would definitely make his searching more difficult.
He knew this place just like the back of his hand. In his earlier years, he had trained in mother nature's embrace. Getting lost was impossible.. even in absolute darkness. Why, he could go through this place blindfolded. Kaiko wouldn't be as good as he in scavenging though this light-deprived piece of mother nature.. but he's not lowering his gauge. Tha wily vixen was able to outsmart him. Who knows how many tricks she had hidden under her sleeve.
Fucking bitch.
He remembered the dress he bought. And the ramen. And his house. And that particular evening. To think he even asked him to stay. The bitch would've laughed at his stupidity. And she would've been very proud of herself. She should be. She was able to decieve the genius Copy Ninja of Konoha.

She had given up fighting. It was useless anyway, the bastard would definitely have it his way. Kaiko decided to conserve her strength and use it when the time is right. And no, she's not going to waste it in beggiing and pleading for help. Not anymore. "Once I'm free", she said beneath her breath, "you will pay for this."
The perverted bastard stopped from what he was doing, and lifted his head to look at her. "Really?" he mocked, that stupid grin spread across his ugly face. He resumed his task, his thrusts becoming more fierce and swift. But she's not going to give in. No way. She'd rather kill herself than beg for mercy. Just wait, she promised herself. Nothing can be more gratifying than a well-plotted revenge.
Something hard kept scraping the skin of her back, and with the pain growing more intense, she could tell that the wounds are getting deeper by the minute. But then, she didn't really care. She couldn't even hear her assailant crusing her, her one-eyed "boyfriend", then her again. The only problem at hand is how to release herself from the tight ropes that held her in place.
But then she couldn't stop thinking: if only Kakashi was here, there wouldn't be much of a problem.

Kakashi frowned at the familiar sound. Some people can be really obscene, practicing private matters in a very public place. He found himself shaking his head. Maybe people are entitled to a degree of carnality every once in a while, but doing it in the middle of the forest?! Last time he checked, only animals copulate on the grass.
He refused to look at the tryst-in-progress, but something at the back of his mind urged him to take the briefest glance. The itch obviously wasn't about sexual gratification or anything naughty. Part of him wished it was about that, but it wasn't. It's a strange feeling, as if you're walking on a plank, blindfolded, waiting for that sudden push that will send you to your doom.
It might seem somewhat superstitious to most, but Kakashi had always followed gut feelings like this. And it never failed to save his life.

He had shifted to another position for the third time, and Kaiko wondered how long this is going to take. Every fiber of her ached, obviously wanting to rest.. to give up. But no, she's not going to let this bastard win…. She'll get even, although, she really didn't know how.
The bastard -– his name was Jinchi – let out a sound. More like a moan. Jackass. He seemed to be enjoying this, immensely, while Kaiko, on the other hand, felt helpless. She kept tricking herself by saying that she will retrieve her precious eye from this bastard, knowing fully that such would require a miracle. He's no amateur, he had obviously planned this. He followed her around, keeping close watch over the Lazarus Eye as he waited for an opportunity to persuade her into stealing it. Not only did he plan it carefully, its execution was just as superb. He was able to snoop around in Konoha Village without being noticed! In Konoha!
She felt warm tears building up at the corner of her eyes. How is she going to run away from this? Come to think of it, she had never even killed anyone in her entire, pathetic life.

Kakashi nearly vomitted with revulsion. So this was her plan all along… making him dance in her dainty little fingers. It's simple… just like the story of the Trojan Horse. Simple, but effective. And he fell for it. That is the most painful part. He happily danced with her music.
Quietly hiding behind the huge tree, he turned away from the disgusting scene and looked town at the two kunais in his right hand. He could easily kill them, the same way he had exterminated those three men from way back when. That would be easy… too easy…
And after what she had done to him, he never really thought about making death quite easy for her.

The vigorous movement stopped. Had he fallen asleep? Was he finished? What is he planning to do next? Kaiko couldn't tell, she was on her stomach, her face pressed against the damp leaves. But then, she couldn't detect any movement either. Is this her chance? She tried to wiggle her body. Nothing. She tried to move her legs. Nothing. His grip on her losened. This is her chance! Lucky for her he had unbound the rope around her ankles the minute he decided to shift to this position.
Although her legs and knees were wobbly, adrenaline allowed her to push his body off her and free herself. It took much effort, but she was too ecstatic to complain. She was wearing nothing, and her wrists were still bound behind her back, but such problems are too minimal to matter at the moment. Regaining the strength of her legs, she was about to run into the evening when she remembered the Lazarus Eye. How silly of me, she thought, slowly turning to look at her unfortunate captive. When she turned around, however, she found a familiar pair of shoe stepping on the bastard's stabbed back. And the weapon. All too familiar.
Her heart raced as she slowly looked at the owner of the foot.
She gaSped.
It was Hatake Kakashi, his fair hair shining in the little light offered by the moon, the look in his eye sharper than the kunai that killed the poor, perverted bastard.

Normally, a bare-naked woman bound at the wrists and walking brazenly across the street in the middle of the night would excite any warm blooded male's senses. But as Kakashi dragged the naked woman by the wrists, there was nothinh steamy, naughty or stimulating about the entire picture. His lips were tightly pressed together, attempting to surpress all the colorful curses he wanted to throw. Hell, he's angry. And he could kill her right now. However, doing that would be a waste of time, strength and effort.
Kaiko tried to explain everything the very minute she lifted her gaze from his foot and met his eyes. She wanted to confess, apologize, cry and be comforted by him. Gawd, she even thought about kissing him. But his eyes showed no emotion. Cold. Colder than the evening breeze that marked this particular time of the year. If she had seen this side of him, she would've feared him more than she feared the chief bandit. Gawd, he was more terrifying that death! That soft, lazy side of him had been supressing this beast all along… it was impossible for Kaiko to believe that she had adoreded, loved (and even slept with ) this fearsome man.
Kakashi tugged at her wrists. Faster, the gesture told her. But she was cold after travelling all the way to Konoha wearing nothing but the rope around her wrists; tired after the long walk and the vigorous physical activity before that; and scared after seeing that sharp, unforgiving look in his eye. She couldn't fight him in this state, but then, she couldn't obey his wish as well.
Another tug, although it was harder compared to the first one.
"I can't walk any faster." She said, almost whispering.
He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from lashing out at her and strangling her to death. Patience was his virtue, by the way, so he rationality over rage and kept his mouth sealed shut. He began to walk faster, though.
Kaiko quickened her pace to keep up with his, even if her legs were wobbly and her steps were unstable. She didn't want an argument, his eerie silence served as a firm warning. Follow me. When her thoughts slighly shifted toward the environment around her, Kaiko noticed that thay had long arrived in Konoha and is currently treading a part of the village she had'nt seen before. Even in the faint light, she knew this place was new to her.
A door opened. Kaiko jumped.
"Prisoner." Kakashi said to a man in a short jacket, long-sleeves, pants and boots. Where he came from, Kaiko couldn't tell. She also couldn't recognize his face nor the color of his clothes because of a growing headache and the lack of light.
Shuffling of keys. A door opened.
"Get in." Kakashi said, dragging her into the dark hallway. They marched, and she found herself wondering how her new captor could see in such bleak darkness.
Another door opened. He hruled her onto the floor and banged the door close.
It was dark. And quiet. She extended her arms before her and felt her way around. The floor was concrete. The walls were, maybe made of wood, and she was able to tough something smooth and folded. Clothes? Blanket? She didn't care. All she wanted was to warm her freezing body so she snatched it and wrapped it around herself.

"Give her something to wear." Kakashi said to the gatekeeper without giving a glance. Then he marhced to Sarutobi's quarters, hoping the hokage is still awake to receive his report.

and fW says: I want to write a lemon fic. I want to write a lemon fic. I want to write a lemon fic. And I tried, gawd how I tried. But .. I can't! I don't know how to describe it properly.. I'm an absolute failure! sob sob sob On well.. anyway. I'd like to thank you for reading this fic. And uh, as far as dieclaimer goes.. I did not create Naruto and have no right to claim any of the characters as mine, blah blah blah..