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Intoxication

To lose oneself is to forget all morals and ethics that come with life. Intoxication, an effect of alcohol can render oneself temporarily irreparable. The loss of ones faculties can lead to someone's downfall. Maudlin some may call it, but who is to blame, the drink or the user? Whatever the case, its good to lose ones sense of strong mind every once in a while.

For shinobi, destroyers and creators of life in Japan, a good alcoholic beverage is all you need. What is a bottle of sweet sake compared with killing, theft, and torture? The loss of ones innocence is nothing compared to the rigors of the shinobi life.

For those who drown their sorrows in alcohol, so what? For without intoxication, who's to say the shinobi world wouldn't go mad?

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Dense was the only word to describe the crowded pub that night. Not just because of the many ineberated patrons, but the scent of alcohol, thick and heavy. But alcohol, though a major factor in a bar, wasn't why Kakashi thought of such a word.

Hooded eyes, shadowed beneath the dimmed lights, flickered, depths of insurmountable darkness. His hand moved like lightening, drowning the fermented liquid in his cup, his face remaining a mystery to those present. He was dense for wanting to come here. Dense for losing his almost unwaverable visage. Bu most of all, he was dense for lusting at something that was forbidden, but oh so tempting.

Control was something Kakashi prided himself on. But tonight he was too wasted to give a damn. Long legs, creamy skin, exquisite emerald eyes, and unique pink hair had him mesmerized. Haruno Sakura was clearly a seductress right out of the pages of his orange paperback novels. Clearly he had less of a tolerance for alcohol than he used to. Perhaps coming to the bar to drown his sorrows in a warm bottle of sake wasn't the wisest decision he had ever made. It was too late now; he was ensnared within the throes of intoxication. His intoxication being that of his former student offset by the alcohol in his system.

Another cup devoured as though he were dying of thirst. He was though not in the way most would believe. He was thirsting for his former student. Taboo didn't make an ounce of an impact on his inebriated mind. What did a little lust compare to killing day after day? But a little voice in the back of his mind reminded Kakashi that he wasn't completely right in his thoughts. Sakura had a reputation to uphold. She was the third ranked medic in Konoha next to Hokage Tsunade and Shizune. Who was he to ruin her reputation?

He hesitated over his next cup of sake. When had he even poured the beverage? Poison was the true liquid he was drinking. If he wasn't drinking poison then he must be hallucinating for he was sure the long legged beauty of his thoughts wasn't coming towards him. The sharp click of heels reached his suddenly heightened hearing as he watched with growing fever as Sakura sauntered towards him. He couldn't make out her pale face in the dimmed bar but he knew her face. Rosy lips, the bottom one as full and ripe as a new strawberry. High cheekbones dusted with a sprinkle of cherry red. A small delicate nose that turned upward in an elegant curve. Arched eyebrows that were set above eyes so deep he could see into her very soul shimmered like green leaves floating in a clear pool.

But oh her body. A slender neck so pale you could see her jugular filled with her sweet life's blood. Small, shapely shoulders that swayed with her saucy walk. Long thin arms ending in delicate wrists and long nailed fingers were painted a bright green. An ample bosom, not too large yet not too small either, just the right size to fit in a man's palm. A slim waist with tight muscles led to shapely thighs so creamy it was like looking into a pail of freshly made butter. Her calves were rounded perfectly with skin so soft they felt like a baby chicks feathers. Her delicately shaped ankles came next, then ended at dainty feet that could kill a man instantly.

When she sat across from his the intoxicating scent of her vanilla perfume hit him like a bomb. The fragrance was sweet yet screaming sex and passion in its underlying tone. When she leaned her elbows on the table he could just see the top of her creamy breasts as they moved as she spoke. "Well, I didn't expect to see you here? Weren't you on a mission? I thought you weren't supposed to return until next week."

He blinked his eye rapidly. Did she just ask about his mission? He just felt too intoxicated to answer as he took a lightening fast sip of his drink. When he set the small bowl back on the cracked table he looked up to find that Sakura was looking at him oddly. He mumbled a question but what it was he couldn't say. Suddenly he felt warm as something rubbed against his pants leg. He felt detached from his body as though he floated above himself as the feeling persisted. With a faint sense of shock he realized that Sakura was caressing his calve through his pants leg.

A seductive look came over her face that made her lips pucker enticingly and her sea green eyes twinkle mischievously. But what captured his attention the most was a small pink tongue sticking out of her pursed lips. How he wanted to take that tongue and caress it with his own. Oh, that would definitely make him intoxicated on passion. Gaining a small portion of his senses back he leaned back in his chair. Sakura's foot began to retract but before she could move the appendage completely away he trapped it between his own two feet. With a satisfied smirk he began to massage her soft thigh with his legs.

After a few strokes he could immediately see the effect he was having on her. Her breathing, which was normally so calm you could barely hear it, was fluctuating in time with her heartbeat. Never had he heard such a melodic sound. He could even hear the pumping of her blood as it circulated through her body. When he could bear the torture no longer he stood swiftly from his chair. It hit the wall behind him before sliding, almost torturously, to the floor. As he left the pub he cursed himself for letting himself get away like that. What would his 'playing' have led to? He could of taken her to his apartment and had his way with her without even a protest from Sakura's rosy lips. He slowed as he thought of that. As he stopped in the middle of a deserted street he slapped a hand to his head. "Baka, baka, baka. You could have had her, you twit."

"Who's the twit?"

He whirled about on the heels of his sandals to come face to chest with his greatest enemy. Sakura and her rosy lips. Her head only came below his chin and for that reason he avoided swallowing as thickly as he felt like doing. When a slim finger trailed across his jaw-line he knew he was lost. With a growl he lifted her up before her long legs wrapped about his slim waist. When his mouth descended on hers with a thirst so unquenchable that he felt like he had been in a desert for ages, he stumbled as she met him halfway. Never before had a woman driven him as wild with lust and temptation as this one did. Before he could comprehend his actions he was running over rooftops to his apartment.

As he laid her on his bed he wondered if getting intoxicated that night was a good or bad thing.

A treat for all you who have been watching and waiting. When I was obsessed with KakaSaku I had this partly written. Just recently, when more people started reading my stories I decided to finish this. So here ya go. I hope you enjoy it!