Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Naruto or any other characters affiliated with the series.

Author's note: I'm not as pleased with it as I was with chapter one, I'm just no good at writing any fighting scenes. Hopefully it's not too terrible. Ahh, there are some naughty bits in here (but it's not what you think….yet) Reviews are always welcome! Onwards with chapter two!

An inviting breeze had coursed through the warm air wafting along the subtle scent of spring. The two chuunin had been sitting under the shade of a large deciduous oak tree, awaiting the "fashionably late" Kakashi. The heat of the afternoon sun was intense and both Naruto and Sakura were secretly grateful of their sensei's perpetual tardiness.

"Do you ever still wonder Kakashi-Sensei is late all the time?" Naruto inquired.

"Not particularly, the man is an insufferable, old pervert!" Replied Sakura with a smirk, crossing her arms across her chest.

As if on cue, the silver haired jounin appeared behind his students with a hazy puff of grey smoke. "Oooh, come now. I'm not THAT old am I?" he bent forward and leered at female chuunin with a listless voice.

The tiny hairs on the back of Sakura's neck stood firmly on edge and she froze. She could feel her sensei breathing down her neck and his visible eye boring into the back of her skull. How was it that this man would always catch put Sakura in compromising situations? Her cheeks flushed slightly, it was the second time today. Laughing nervously, the coral haired kunoichi shot up from the grass and motioned to start training, mumbling something about "hard work" and "doing their best". She had a horrible tendency of rambling when she was nervous. Naruto was doing all that he could to keep himself from splitting at the seams laughing. He found plenty of humour in the situation even though it was at Sakura's expense but one daring look of her malicious green eyes was more than words could ever say and he was quick to wipe the grin off his face. If Sakura didn't know any better, she could have sworn that Kakashi actually took pleasure in making her feel completely awkward and uncomfortable.

"You can add sadist to the list." She muttered to herself, clenching her fist.

"Hmm, did you say something Sakura?" Kakashi asked, peering up from the pages of his favourite "novel".

She turned on her heels quickly and forced a smile "OH, it's nothing. Really" sighing with relief as his attention quickly turned back to smut filled book.

The copy-nin discreetly observed his students closely as they walked ahead of him, Sakura in particular. He enjoyed teasing her because he had always found her flustered reactions to be rather endearing and entertaining. He knew just how to ignite that passionate fire within her, even if it was her anger. Kakashi was thankful that the mask he wore concealed his ever present grin, which wasn't all too discreet because the tiny crinkle next to his smiling eye gave him away completely. The jounin knew why he had always maintained a bit of a soft spot for his only female student, it was the fact that she managed to evoke this endless banter. It was innocent of course, nothing more than the meeting sharp wit. He could never tease the boys like he could tease Sakura, Sasuke never had much of a sense of humour and Naruto could be a little dimwitted to truly understand his intentions at times. Sakura had a sharp tongue and wasn't afraid to use it right back, at times beating Kakashi at his own game. She held an air of profound maturity that was mixed with a hint of naïve childlike innocence. He tore his eyes away from her. She was truly blossoming into a fine young lady.

"Alright" his voice commanded while snapping his book shut "Let's warm up a little before we get into sparring."

Naruto's over exuberance was a rather evident, he had let out what could have been the equivalent of a battle cry and feverishly started doing pushups and sit-ups at such a fast pace it almost strained ones eyes to keep up with him. The fact that his actions were so reminiscent of Gai somewhat irked Kakashi. Sakura opted for a few stretches, she would be pushing herself to the limits later on that evening and decided to reserve what energy she could for the time being. Kakashi had planted himself under the shade of a tree and stood leaning against the firm bark, arms crossed casually across his chest with one foot propped up behind him. He was seemingly staring off into the clouds. Cool, calm and collected. He then continued to bury his nose in his erotic book.

"Tchh!" thought Sakura "l don't see him warming up."

She closed her eyes and rolled her head back along her shoulders from left to right and back again. After arching her back and outstretching her arms far above her head with feline precision she looked over at her sensei again, the man was still day dreaming. Irritated, the kunoichi calmly walked over to her teacher.

"Mmm.." he glanced over at her "What is it?"

The girl stood there, arms crossed with a resolute glint in her eyes.

"You know Kakashi-sensei, you never "warm up" before we spar or begin any training. Do you not take us seriously, or are you just a complete slacker?"

Surprised by her slight defiance, he took a long look at his student. Sakura's cheeks had become slightly pink from frustration and that halo of cotton candy hair swayed gently with each sweep of the soft spring breeze. Those jade eyes of hers not only held a passionate determination, but something that almost seemed like a streak of competitive nature. "So that's how it's going to be?" He thought to himself and let out a small sigh. He decided he'd humour her.

"Ahh" he brought his hand up behind his head "I suppose it can't be helped."

Sakura didn't like that sly tone he was using or the leer her was shooting towards her general direction. The jounin had dropped to the ground and prepared to do his infamous 1000 pushups, but just as he was about to lower himself to the ground and do the first one, he snapped his head up and his one exposed eye crept it's way up to Sakura. She stared back at him, unsure of what to say. He couldn't possibly be thinking of what she thought he was thinking.

"Mou, what's the matter Sakura?" he chided "If I'm going to do this, I better do it right."

"You're joking, right?" She stammered in disbelief "I'm not twelve anymore!"

"I'm well aware of that." He replied, arching his brow.

He was insane. Completely insane. At least that's what Sakura had thought. Here she was thinking she could give her teacher a little piece of her mind in hopes that it would motivate him a little more and keep his thoughts off Icha Icha paradise, but apparently she'd opened up a whole new can of worms. This further led her to believe that he more than enjoyed making her feel awkward.

"Bastard." she mumbled as she sat on his back, crossing her legs.

"I heard that."

There was a moment of silence between the two before the silver haired jounin had dipped down to the ground and back again in one fluid motion. And so it began. Sakura sat atop him, blushing hotly. She was thankful Kakashi couldn't see her face; he would've probably received some form of sick gratification from it. Up then down and back up again. It continued on like this for several minutes before Sakura had exhaled her last flustered breath and began to loosen up, deciding to forget how she got herself into this mess. She attempted to focus on some meditative chakra techniques, but that proved to be a little difficult with the constant bobbing motion she was experiencing. Green eyes traveled upwards towards the blue skies which were speckled with wispy clouds, searching for things that weren't there. Time was ticking by slowly and the sun was ablaze with heat. She began to fidget, twiddling her thumbs first then twirling a stray lock of fushia hair around her finger. Up and down, up and down. She could hear the copy-nin's breath become a little bit more laboured by the time he reached four hundred, but his resilience prevailed and his strength did not waver.

He breathed in and out.
Up and down.

The airy chrip of a small sparrow was heard off in the distance, invading the stillness of thoughts that had laid to rest amongst Kakashi and Sakura. Neither had said so much as a word to each other, however the silence wasn't uncomfortable. Sitting almost completely still for such a long period of time began to weigh a little on Sakura; she needed to shift ever so slightly to prevent her legs from going numb. Kakashi still had another six hundred pushups to go and it would most definitely take some time. She considered her options and decided it would be best for her teacher if she distributed her weight upon him evenly. She rationalized that it would help him complete the task at hand faster and she could get down to her actual training.

"Oi Sakura, try not to move too much, it's a litt…" he was cut short when he suddenly felt her body shift as she splayed herself across his back. He could feel her breasts pushing into him and her soft hair just barely caressing the back of his neck. She propped her chin under her right arm which lay flat against Kakashi's shoulder while the other one dangled freely, fingers grazing blades of lush grass with each dip to the ground.

He gulped "A little distracting."

"Consider this training sensei! Distractions happen; good ninja know how to overcome them." She spoke eloquently.

Smartass.

Beads of perspiration began to form on his forehead, but it wasn't from over exertion. Hatake Kakashi had some how suddenly become all too aware of his student, lazing casually atop him. Sakura's body was pressed so closely to his he could actually feel the warmth emanating from within her. He could hear the steady inhale and exhale of each breath she took, feeling the rise and fall of her chest which was so perfectly pressed into his back. He unexpectedly felt his throat go dry and groaned inwardly, he needed to pick up the pace.

Sakura's free hand had now been tracing tiny patterns with gentle fingertips on Kakashi's flak vest. She had lost count somewhere around seven hundred and fifty and was now more concerned with imaginary doodles. Mind a wander; she realized that her sensei was incredibly fit for his age. She could feel every single taut muscle in his back flexing and relaxing as he continued his regimen. She continued to trail her fingertips across his back inadvertently as her jade eyes traced the contours of his firm shoulders then darted up to the messy, enigmatic grey mop the man had called "hair". She could see tiny beads of sweat collecting on his forehead and hear his breaths become a little heavier. Sakura didn't want to admit it, but she was enjoying this….a little. She actually felt relaxed and it did feel nice to be so close to another warm body. It was comforting. Kakashi had a distinctive and earthy scent to him, it was warm and inviting and definitely very masculine. Not the scent of a boy, but of a man. Her eyes glanced back over what little skin was exposed of his cheek and felt a warm, familiar feeling bubbling in the pit of her stomach and came to a realization: Hatake Kakashi was quite attractive.

Sakura tore her eyes for the back of her sensei's head and blushed furiously, reprimanding herself for such silly thoughts. He was her teacher after all! Thoughts like that we're juvenile weren't they? The heat must have been getting to her. She had begun an intrinsic battle with herself when she heard Kakashi clear his throat.

"Sakura, I'm done. You can get off me now."

Snapping back to reality she realized the constant bobbing motioned that she had just become accustomed to had indeed suddenly stopped. Slightly flustered she apologized quickly and hopped off her sensei's back, completely avoiding eye contact and praying to the gods that he hadn't taken notice of her cherry stained cheeks. Standing tall, Kakashi wiped off the perspiration on his forhead with the back of his hand as he turned to Sakura lazily.

"Are we all warmed up then?" he asked flatly, chest heaving slightly with every intake of air.

She nodded quickly without a word then called for Naruto's attention, averting her body from her sensei's dull gaze. She couldn't shake the feeling that his one eye was still locked on her frame absently as she jogged towards her other teammate, but she was too embarrassed to dare turn back. The pleasant breeze that had been accompanying team 7 had slowly diminished and deep down inside, Sakura had a horrible inkling that today was going to be exceptionally nerve wracking. The heat was almost becoming unbearable, what else could possibly go wrong?

The rest of the afternoon had been spent in a grueling sparring match of wits and stamina. It was evident that Naruto had become extremely efficient with his Kage Bunshin clones, and his battle tactics had changed greatly. No longer was he the boy who would charge blindly, fueled by a white, hot rage. No, Naruto changed his notions and had now begun fight with tact. Kakashi was pleased to see this change in his student; Jiraiya had done well with the jinchuuriki. The mysterious jounin sat concealed in the trees, motionless but alert. A flash of gunmetal had whirled mere centimeters past his nose and embedded itself in the bark of the tree behind him.

Shit. He'd been spotted.

"Ahh" he noted "Your aim has gotten better Sakura".

He jumped down from the tree and was met by the Kunoichi's fierce stance, equipped with a kunai in each hand awaiting his next move. Her eyes locked with his and a tiny smirk had played upon her lips. She wouldn't go easy on him; she'd show her sensei just what she was made of. Sakura bolted instantly in his direction, trampling the earth with her determined stride. When she was in close proximity she faked a right hook, kunai a glint from the sunlight, and dove into a sliding roundhouse. She successfully sideswiped him, watching his body crash to the ground below…..with a puff of smoke.

"SHIT!" another shadow clone. Her eyes darted frantically around her; she could feel his chakra signature. He was so close, too close. Launching herself in the air she hurled her kunai directly at the ground and charged her fists with chakra. She knew him well enough to know that he would attack from below the surface of the earth. A Kakashi trademark. She made her descent towards the ground, fists a fury accentuated by a glowing blue halo of chakra that had sparked around them. The ground had cracked when she finally made impact and the earth had rumbled around her. Merely seconds later, the ground had exploded, sending chunks of dirt flying into the air in a chaotic array of mud and chakra. When the dust had settled, she scanned the torn earth at her feet. There was no sign of him. Her eyes targeted the sky above her, but it was too late. Kakashi came hurdling down on her and she had just barely been able to block his attack. He was fast, incredibly fast. It seemed almost unfair really, having the ability of the Sharingan to his aid. She let out a frustrated grunt as she skirted around another punch. To her dismay, she wasn't landing any hits…yet to Kakashi's satisfaction, neither had he.

"You've been practicing" he puffed, ducking under a swift kick of Sakura's toned leg.

"Maybe" she huffed, throwing another forceful punch "I want you to take me seriously!"

He dodged, but just barely in time to see the tall tree the much younger girl had successfully snapped in half like a frail little twig. With a single punch no less. He could feel the sweat breaking, god only knew how Naruto had survived being on the receiving end of that kind of power on more than just a few occasions. Sakura had lunged for him again, her knuckles just grazing the side of his cheek. Her furious chakra had barely nicked his mask, slicing a tiny slit in it. That was too close. The stoic jounin could feel something warm and wet trickle slowly down the side of his face. He arched his brow, a look of surprise encompassing his face. She drew blood. Kakashi was impressed with Sakura, not only had she become physically stronger but her movements had gained momentum as well. He didn't have much time to dwell on it though; the Kunoichi was coming at him mercilessly. She was pushing him to the edge and it was time he really got serious.

Their sparring had been in such close quarters it was becoming overwhelmingly intense. Sakura became increasingly unrelenting with her kicks and punches, hardly even giving Kakashi a chance at an opening. His sharingan scanned her movements and locked its gaze with two piercing green orbs. Why was she smirking? He furrowed his brow. It was only then that he noticed she was forming hand seals in rapid succession followed by confident voice. "Sakurabana hijutsu!"

In an instant, she was gone. All that remained was a myriad of soft, pink cherry blossoms flickering past a bemused Kakashi. The blushing petals slowly diffused their sweet, intoxicating scent and gently fell to the Jounins feet. He felt strange, a deep chill coursed through his veins and he shivered. The copy-nin glanced around and his vision slowly blurred, any attempts to get a grip on his bearings had failed. His senses had been completely thrown off balance and all he could smell was the rousing perfume of petals now littered at his feet. His movements had become almost inebriated and sluggish when it finally dawned on him. Kakashi was caught in a very formidable type of genjutsu, one that he hadn't ever been exposed to before. So, the young Haruno girl had developed a new technique.

Out of the corner of his eye, Kakashi spotted a lonesome blossom waving past his nose in a provoking manner. His thoughts were lost when he abruptly found himself being pummeled to the ground from behind with a rough thud. Fortunately, this sudden outburst had finally given his senses the green light and they had returned to him instantly. Unfortunately, he was now eating a mouthful of dirt with a certain pink haired kunoichi straddling his back, putting him in a half nelson with one arm while the other held the pointy tip of a kunai to his neck.

"Ahh" he piped cheerfully "This is a bit of a sticky situation."

Sakura couldn't believe it, she had come at Kakashi with intent to kill and he still managed to use that cheerful, airy tone with her. It aggravated her to no end. Exasperated, the girl released her hold on her teacher convinced she had won the match, flipping him around underneath her so his back was flush with the soft earth below him. She cast her kunai aside and was about to stand up, turning her attention to a nearby sound when she felt a hand grab her wrists and push her forcefully down to the ground. After a short tussle, Kakashi was now pinning her to the earth with the entire length of his body. Her arms were out stretched above her head with Kakashi's palm clamped around both her wrists. She shot him an angry questioning look and was about to speak but was interrupted by the sound of his all too languid voice.

"You let down your guard again Sakura. I must admit, your genjutsu was quite impressive but what's the point if you're just going to give the enemy an excellent opening in the end?"

"What do you mean?" She sputtered awkwardly, chest heaving with laboured breaths as her heart hammered away. Her sensei's face was so close to hers that their noses had almost been touching. Her eyes scanned his nervously. Being in near proximity while fighting was one thing, but having her teacher astraddle her with force seemed a little much to prove a point. Of course Kakashi was known for some of his eccentricities, but Sakura couldn't help but notice the subtle spark of an unreadable emotion flash through his eyes.

And just as soon as it came, it was gone.

"Our sparring isn't over until I say it's over." He replied monotonously, releasing her wrists from his grip.

The silver haired copy-nin hovered above Sakura for a few moments more than seemed necessary before he finally lifted his weight off of her. For some reason, the green eyed chuunin couldn't focus on anything but the loud thumping sound resonating within her chest and the adrenaline that was now pumping furiously through her veins. Her face felt hot, and she knew he had noticed. Sakura didn't move from the patch of grass she was laying on, idly wondering what the hell just happened and why on earth her heart was pounding so fast. Squeezing her eyes shut, the chuunin sat up, feeling the heat of the sun licking at her exposed skin. The girl brought her hand up to shield her eyes from the intransigent sun and eyed her sensei cautiously, making sure he hadn't seen her doing so. Trying to pick apart his actions, her mind reeled with thoughts of Kakashi and his warm body pressing almost intimately into hers, how it made her every inch of her skin tingle…and that look he gave her before he literally leaped off her body in an instant. She should be angry, shouldn't she? That was inappropriate, wasn't it?

A wave of confusion washed over her and she tore her eyes away from her teacher, whose back was now facing her. Perhaps she was reading into things a bit too much, she did have a tendency to over analyze sometimes. Still, the girl couldn't shake the feeling deep in the pit of her stomach; a feeling that a small part of her actually enjoyed their little scuffle. But that was something even she was too scared of admitting. Quickly disregarding her own thoughts, she stood up and stretched her arms behind her back. The dull, throbbing ache of sore muscles was slowly making its presence known again, but Sakura had learned to ignore it. She knew she was pushing herself too hard but how else would she realize her dreams of becoming a Jounin?

"Your genjutsu was very well executed Sakura" Kakashi's abstracted voice murmured as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully "How long have you been developing it?"

"Umm, for a little while now. You're the first that I had actually tried it out on though" she replied, still facing his back "Although, I suppose I'll be seeing it a little more since the famous Copy-Nin of Konoha had the first hands on experience!"

Kakashi stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the girl behind him.
She smiled genuinely. He really was a depraved old man, at least that's the way Sakura had just made him feel. He knew she didn't even realize what she said; in fact it didn't have any underlying sexual connotations whatsoever. Hatake Kakashi was just a pervert. Hands on experience indeed.
He shook his head ever so slightly, mentally kicking himself.

"You're correct in assuming that my Sharingan now holds the power of your hijutsu. However.." he paused "I think it's much more suited for you Sakura."

"Oh? I suppose it is a little flamboyant for a male…" her words drifted off, yet unbeknownst to Kakashi, Sakura was smiling within. She was thrilled that she had managed to trap her teacher with a genjutsu that she had developed on her own.

"Ooooooooi! So there you guys are! I'm not through with you just yet Kakashi-sensei!" a much too enthusiastic voice bellowed. How in god's name did he maintain such stamina in this stifling heat? Nobody knew.

Naruto had made his presence glaringly obvious, jumping down from a near by tree and racing over towards his teammates. Both Kakashi and Sakura were exhausted from their previous spar and hadn't much energy to take on more exuberant shadow clones.

"Yo, Naruto. I'm afraid we're all wrapped up with our training for now. Perhaps tomorrow you'll be fortunate enough to witness Sakura's new jutsu." His teacher smiled light-heartedly.

"Ehh? Sakura-chan showed you a new jutsu?!" electric blue orbs danced with excitement.

"Well, it wasn't that exciting…really" the pink haired chuunin spoke humbly.

"Heh, well then" Naruto grinned "It's only fair if I show Kakashi sensei MY new jutsu"

ohgod.

"ULTIMATE HAREM NO JUTSU!"

With a suffocating puff of white smoke, Naruto had vanished. When the thick smoke screen had finally started dissipating slowly, two clearly feminine silhouettes had become very apparent. It was also quite obvious that neither were wearing any clothes. Basking in each others arms they were pressing up against each other, breast to breast in a very intimate and alluring manner. More of the smoke began to clear and Sakura could just barely make out one of the girls features; long blonde pigtails and electric blue eyes. The blonde's arms were wrapped around the other girls' waist; adventurous hands were now snaking their way down past bare hips then planted themselves square on her ass, giving it a squeeze for good measure. A little more smoke had cleared and a little more had become visible. Sakura felt her entire body freeze and her eyes widen from shock, which had very quickly turned to a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

She stood there completely mortified. There she was, staring at a replica of herself utterly naked in the arms of a well endowed female version of Naruto. Shadow clone Sakura's face was flushed and her eyes glazed over in what looked to be the throws of passion. Her jade eyes flickered to Kakashi, whose visible eye was clearly shocked. With a wanton leer she turned to face the blue eyed girl who continued groping her ass and brought her hand up to cup the blonde's rather large, bare breast. Without a moment to lose, the blonde's lips came crashing down on shadow clone Sakura's in a long, wet and passionate kiss. Their tongues dueled for dominance and both had moaned in pleasure. Shadow clone Sakura bit down on the blonde's bottom lip and suckled it momentarily before releasing it with a wet 'pop'. Both the girls turned their eyes to Kakashi while continuing their ministrations, and called out his name.

The jounin stood there, completely frozen. He wanted to tear his eye away from the scene developing in front of him but couldn't bring himself to do it. He knew it wasn't real and he was reprimanding himself for the immoral thoughts that had now been clouding his mind, but good lord it was like a scene from Icha Icha Paradise. What was left of the smoke wasn't really leaving much to the imagination, which didn't matter at this point because it was obvious that the grey haired jounins' would be in over drive after this. Before the wispy clouds of smoke had a chance to clear away completely, Sakura let her trembling voice be known.

"NAAAAAARUTO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed angrily "I'm going to kill you!"
That was clearly his cue to get the hell out of dodge. So maybe he'd overdone it just a little, perhaps making a shadow clone of Sakura was crossing the line, but the priceless expression he'd seen plastered on kakashi's face was utterly worth it, even if it meant dealing with the wrath of Sakura's powerful wallop. The pink haired girl was incredibly tenacious and he was in trouble. A lot of trouble. Deciding there was no point in running (she would chase him down and beat him senseless); Naruto knew what he was in for. With another puff of smoke, he reappeared with a dopey grin adorning his whiskered face….just in time to be smashed square in the nose and go flying backwards for a good twenty feet by Sakura's enraged fist.

"YOU ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!"

Kakashi, who'd been standing there completely befuddled, rubbed the back of his head and laughed awkwardly. His very forced, light-hearted chortle was all he managed to evoke under the circumstances, obviously playing it off as if he hadn't just witnessed what he did.

"That was…..interesting…" his unenthused voice rang as he cleared his throat "I think we're done for today."

The copy-nin needed to go home and have a shower. A long, bone chillingly cold shower. Sakura who was still red from anger and embarrassment complied with an uncomfortable nod and started stomping off towards Naruto.

"Oi, Sakura" The jounin called after her "Don't rough him up too much, we still have training tomorrow."

At that point, training had really been the last thing on her mind. Sakura didn't know how she'd ever be able to look her sensei in the eye again.

TBC! I should mention that "Sakurabana Hijutsu" translates to cherry blossom secret art (I believe). This chapter turned out alright I suppose, a little bit more light-hearted than the previous one. I know this one was a bit shorter as well and I apologize. Hopefully I'll get a chance to do more writing, but as it stands right now I need to go to bed! Goodnight folks!