Title: Cause None of Us Were Angels
Fandom/Community: Naruto / kakasakudrabble
Characters: Kakashi, Sakura, Tsunade, Shizune, (indirect mention of Naruto)
Pairing: KakaSaku
Rating: PG-13
Word of the Week: Intent

Author Notes: I seriously don't think Ninja have serious regulations against age-differences. I much prefer the idea that while some people wouldn't like it, with their line of work, they take the love where they can get it.


There's a long way to go
And I'm aching to know
If what we're doing is right
And the feeling plays on my mind
I'm torn between extremes
Of sacrifice and dreams
I met them in between

I've sold my soul for what I love
And felt the cold from up above
I've learned some things I didn't know
And watched some lives go up in smoke
"Take My Hand" by Goodnight Nurse


When Tsunade told her to please leave the room, her internal fear for herself dropped tenfold.

She was far more worried about him.

"Kakashi, you don't need to do this!" Sakura turned, ignoring her sensei and the way Shizune was walking almost threateningly towards her. Jaded eyes watered profusely, and she reached to clutch at his forearm, crossed with his other against his chest defensively.

He merely turned his head slightly to look at her, politely avoiding letting her grab his arm, laying his hand on her head instead, ruffling her hair lightly. "Yes, I do." He returned his gloved hand to his pocket. She missed the way it clenched reflexively under the material. His voice was strangely seriously, and it seemed so strange from him. The Kakashi that she knew was anything but serious.

Not even during sex.

"C'mon, Sakura," Shizune whispered to her, the woman's eyes suddenly softening as she pulled at the younger girl's shoulders.

Eyes downcast, the kunoichi allowed herself to be led out of the room, glancing back over her shoulder at him before the door was shut in her face. He followed her the entire way, his single visible eye completely devoid of emotion, even as his fist tightened even more inside his pocket.

The voluptuous woman sat, staring at him, perched upon the edge of the Hokage desk, her foot tapping an incessant tone on the ground as he switched his line of vision to an unappealing patch of floor as though it were interesting.

"You've put me in a difficult position, Kakashi," she finally sighed, uncrossing her arms and leaning backwards on her desk. "Obviously, we have no record of this in the books and have no real orders on how to deal with it. She was your student, and is still currently under you on Team 7. You are not legally her teacher, though, as she is my apprentice, but she is fourteen years your junior."

Kakashi merely stood there, his droopy eye focused on the ground in front of his boot-encased toes. He briefly entertained what she would do if he decided to take Icha Icha out and read instead of listening to her lecture?

Tsunade sighed and picked up a random scroll from her desk, reclining fully now, and tossed it into the air above her hip, catching it; then repeated the process. The gentle thump the rolled parchment made when it came in contact with her palm was slightly soothing on her frazzled nerves. "Of course, she is of legal age to be married; past legal age of consent."

She caught the scroll in her palm with a snap and sat up sharply, fixing him with an angry glower. "But this is Sakura we're talking about, and I feel incredibly protective of her, considering she has no adults other than us in her life. I would hate for my apprentice to be exploited."

Kakashi glanced up, his gray eye staring. Despite her rank as Hokage and one of the legendary sannin, she still felt incredibly nervous whenever he fixed his serious face on her. His eyes seemed to look through her and never at her.

"What do you have planned for my apprentice, Kakashi?"

"Excuse me?"

His voice was quiet, and he seemed almost taken back by her question.

"Damn it, Kakashi," she hissed, hurling the scroll through the air and at his head rather forcefully. He dodged a scant heartbeat before it would have come in contact with his masked nose and it hit the wall with enough force to cause a crack to form. "What's your purpose? What do you want out of this? If you've thought nothing beyond getting in her pants—"

"I have no intentions."

Tsunade froze mid-speech, her mouth hanging open slightly before she shut it, quelling her shock and gripped the edge of the desk tightly. "I have an entire desk-full of objects that will be deadly if thrown at the right angle and speed. Don't lie to my face, Kakashi!"

"I don't want anything from her. I just want her."

Tsunade stared.

"Will that be all, Hokage-sama?"

Her face dropped into her palm and she shook her head slowly as she cradled her steadily growing headache that had formed in her head ever since Naruto had run into her office, screaming about Kakashi fucking his precious Sakura-chan.

"Shizune!" she called loudly, her eyes stilled closed.

The door slid open, and the young woman's dark head poked around the corner, peering into the room as though to gage if it was safe to step all the way into the room. She'd clearly heard that scroll hit the wall. "You called, Hokage-sama?"

Tsunade nodded into her hand. "Send Sakura back in."

The pink-haired kunoichi had obviously been listening, and despite the fact that she knew she'd have little to fear from Tsunade's anger—as it appeared to mostly be directed at Kakashi—she was still taking a risk with so blatantly showing she'd been eavesdropping. Shizune walked out again, shutting the door behind her. Kakashi could have sworn he'd heard it lock.

"I expect a personally-delivered invitation to the wedding."

Sakura turned, open-mouthed, her eyes wide. "Huuuuh?"

Tsunade's head lifted and she pointed her two index fingers at each of them. "And there will be a wedding. Your chakra, his abilities; we're not letting that bloodline go to waste."

"Thank you, Tsunade-shishou!" Despite the excitement that lingered in her voice, Sakura walked to his side relatively and took his proffered hand slowly.

He pulled her against him, muttering, "If you'll excuse us," then disappeared in a puff of smoke. They were at his apartment seconds later and he pressed her up against the wall, one hand tangling in her hair as he pressed furious kisses against her mouth. Her hands glided up his chest and her fingers ghosted lightly over the back of his neck.

"Don't leave me, Kakashi," she whispered against him.

His arm tightened around her. "Never. Trust me, never."