Hello everybody!

It truely has been a while. I'm very, very sorry for the delay, but if you read my profile you'd know that I've been busy with exams. However, because I love you all so very much, I've taken a break from the study to bring to you this chapter.

Thank you all for your support, I love getting reviews!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, probably never will.

Kakashi quietly shut the bathroom door, preventing the torturous view of Sakura's form from getting to him. He couldn't hurt Sakura like that, he wouldn't allow her to become another victim of his one night stands – however pleasurable it would be. Kakashi walked over to the shower, all he needed was an extremely cold spray of water to wake him up from his anguish.

Sakura paced the room, frustration pouring off her in waves. She wanted to know what was wrong with Kakashi. She was sure that she read the signs correctly, Kakashi was defiantly interested… so what was stoping him? The pink-haired kunoichi growled, throwing herself face down onto the bed. Knowing Kakashi, he would just come out of the bathroom claiming to be oblivious to anything that had occurred between the two nin, and there was no chance Sakura would let this incident just pass. She sat up and turned around, taking a quick glance at the bathroom door, evil smirk plastered across her face. Oh yes, Sakura knew exactly how to obtain Kakashi's attention, her steadily brewing plan would do nicely.

Kakashi slumped against the shower wall, allowing the cool peachy tiles to sooth the heat radiating off his body. Sighing in relief, he turned the water off and stepped out into the main bathroom. He took his time just standing there, silver hair clinging to his face, eying the neatly folded, white towels on the rack. Another sigh was emitted from perverted man, deciding that towels weren't going to come to him of their own free will, he lazily made his way over to them. Kakashi slowly dried himself off, and was in the process of putting his pants on, when Sakura's scream sounded from the adjoining room, followed by a few thuds. Kakashi thought nothing of it, and finally managed to get his pants on, but was forced to freeze once more as Sakura yelled at somebody to get off her, and his eyes went wide as a deep masculine chuckle made its way to his ears. Kakashi slowly opened the door, only to be met with the sight of Sakura tied to the bed with a masked male stranger hovering over her body. Kakashi disappeared and reappeared beside the two with remarkable speed, hauling the man off Sakura and tossing him into the opposite wall. The stranger's shadow clone disappeared in a puff, and Kakashi's attention flew to the fluttering curtains at the window.

Damn it! The bastard got away…

Kakashi turned back to Sakura, taking in her dishevelled appearance and quickly scanned her for any injuries. Luckily he didn't find any, but he continued to stare, his gaze burning through her like an open fire. He didn't miss the way her chest rose and fell with every deep breath, or the fact that her top had risen, leaving her well toned stomach exposed.

"Uh…Kakashi, a little help here?" Sakura's small voice brought him back to reality. He watched her futile struggle with the chakra bindings before silently making his way to her. He skilfully cut through the bonds holding her feet together, and then did the same with the chakra binding her hands. The atmosphere in the room was incredibly tense, and Sakura shifted awkwardly under his intense gaze.

"Thanks…" Sakura muttered, averting her eyes and rubbing her wrists. His stare was beginning to unnerve her.

It seemed as though nothing would distract him, so Sakura did the one thing that would defiantly gain his attention, as well as bring him much closer to her. She expertly focused her chakra to her back and held her breath as it tore through the skin, producing a long, fine wound.

Kakashi noticed Sakura's sudden sharp intake of breath and immediately began to look her over once again, just in case he missed anything with his previous inspection.

"Fuck…" he muttered under his breath when he realised Sakura was bleeding quite badly.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were injured?" his gaze hardened, manner instantly turning professional.

Sakura gave a little smile, "oh, it's nothing really, just a small scratch."

"Where?" His one word question was more like a demand than anything else.

"I'm fine Kakashi; it's nothing I can't handle."

"Where?"

God he's persistent…

"My back" Sakura sighed in defeat. She would get nowhere like this, and her back really needed to be healed.

Kakashi's hard gaze softened a little as he moved closer to her. "Sit up and let me have a look…"

Sakura winced as she tried to sit up. "Actually, I think I'll just lie here for a while, I'm quite comfortable an-"

Her sentence was cut short as Kakashi hooked his hands under her arms and gently lifted her up, before making his way to the bathroom.

"Kakashi! Put me down! I'm not some rag doll you can just pick up and move wherever you want!" Sakura shrieked.

"If you say so…" Kakashi complied, placing Sakura in the middle of the abnormally large bathtub. He got in behind her, earning a squeal from the kunoichi.

"Sakura, either you let me have a look, or I'll be forced to knock you out…"

"Which one of us is the medic around here Kakashi?" Sakura challenged.

"I'd like to know that myself, now shut up and hold still."

Sakura began to mutter incoherent words to herself, making Kakashi smirk. He slowly set to work, carefully cutting through the bloodied cloth. His smirk grew wider when Sakura gave a squeal of indignation, holding her arms instinctively over her now bare chest. So maybe he had cut just a little bit more than necessary off the shirt. Well, once a pervert, always a pervert and just because he wasn't going to sleep with her didn't mean he couldn't have his share of fun.

"I dare you to try something like that again Kakashi…" came Sakura's not so threatening words.

"Hmm," his hands trailed down her sides, stoping at the hem of her – well actually his – boxers. He smoothly slid his fingers in between the silky material and her slender hips. He bent closer, mouth grazing the shell of her ear as he whispered, "I still haven't figured out why you're wearing my boxers…" before flicking the elastic on both sides. The copy-nin felt a little bad as Sakura winced, slumping against her knees.

"Sakura?" Kakashi asked, concern lacing his voice. "Are yo-"

"If you're finished with your little game Kakashi, then leave," Sakura interrupted angrily, "I'd like to heal myself before I pass out."

"Look, Sakura I'm-"

"Leave Kakashi…" she cut him off once again. Things defiantly didn't turn out how she had planned. Pretending to be attacked by her own clone was ingenious, however slicing her back open was probably the stupidest thing she had ever done.

Kakashi got up and left, silently closing the door behind him.

"Perhaps making her mad wasn't the wisest idea... " he muttered to himself.

Sakura was in a lot of pain. Admittedly, it was more emotional than physical, but it was pain nonetheless. The cause? Hatake Kakashi, the very man standing outside the bathroom door. She sighed and made a shadow clone to heal her back, she really couldn't be bothered doing it herself. Besides, she had much more important things to think about, like how she would get Kakashi back for what he did. He had left her high and dry for the second time in only a few short hours. Did the man truly know nothing when it came to women?

"Most likely not, it would explain the porn…" Sakura's clone replied, steadily pushing chakra into the fast-healing wound.

Sakura nodded in agreement, suddenly spinning around to face her replica, excitement glittering dangerously in her emerald orbs.

"Of course, the porn! You're a genius…" Sakura happily chirped.

"I know. Now turn back around, I'm almost done…"

The pink-haired medic complied willingly as her eager mind set to work on formulating the revenge plan.

Kakashi looked up from the bed to the sound of a door opening. This time however, he wasn't surprised to find her clad in a towel. Nor was he shocked at the dirty look she gave him, it was to be expected after his antics in the bathroom. He was acutely astounded to find her striding towards him, arm outstretched, index finger pointed ready to jab his chest. It was defiantly safe to assume that Sakura was a little more than angry.

"Are you listening to me Kakashi?"

"Hmm? Of course I am!" He wasn't really listening at all and Sakura knew this.

"Great! Now hand over Icha Icha…" Sakura happily cackled, this really was working to her advantage,

"Sur…. WHAT?!" Kakashi's eyes widened at the thought of a mad Sakura laying her evil, evil hands on his precious book – yes, as sad as it may seem, anyone that tried to harm Icha Icha was termed evil in the copy-nin's mind.

"Sakura…. let's be rational adults here. There's no need to involve innocent objects-"

"The book, Kakashi. You already agreed to give it to me. The 'Great Kakashi' wouldn't go back on his word now, would he?" Sakura was positively glowing with malice.

"Of course not…. Let's negotiate, surely there's something else you want?" Kakashi tried to smile innocently at Sakura. He was failing miserably.

"Well, now that you mention it…" the medic-nin moved closer so that her face was only centimetres from Kakashi's, she smirked as he gulped. "You can tell me exactly why you keep teasing me and leading me on, only to run away."

That defiantly wasn't what Kakashi was thought she would ask for, but he wasn't complaining.

Icha Icha: 1, Sakura: 0

"Manly pride?" It was worth a shot.

"Try again." Ok… maybe not.

"Because I love you?"

"It isn't going to work on me Kakashi, don't think I don't know about all those times you used that line to avoid paying the bill."

"eheh…" Kakashi gave a sheepish grin; it was almost cute – almost.

Sakura wasn't buying any of his excuses, so the copy-nin did the next best thing. With lightening fast movements he hooked his hand behind Sakura's neck, crushing her mouth to his. She was stupefied to say the least. There was no chance of ever getting a clear answer out of him now.
Kakashi wound his other arm around the kunoichi's waist, pulling her down to the bed and quickly flipping them over so that he remained on top, all without breaking the contact of their lips. He licked her bottom lip for permission, and was awarded entrance into her mouth. Their tongues engaged in a battle of dominance, preoccupying Sakura long enough that she didn't notice Kakashi's hands as they made their way beneath the towel. Only once she felt the contact between their bare chests did she break the kiss, gasping for breath. She felt Kakashi's soft lips trail down her neck, making her feel faint. Her eyelids grew heavy, as her hands dropped from the copy-nin's shoulders, alerting Kakashi of the unconscious figure beneath him. He gently kissed her nose, rolling off her and pulling her light form on top of him. It was only a single bed after all, and he certainly didn't plan on going anywhere anytime soon, especially with a half naked Sakura lying there. Kakashi tenderly brought his hand up to move the soft pink hair out of Sakura's face.

"If I was a lesser man, I would be deeply offended…" he whispered, taking out his beloved orange book.