Title: This Is How It Begins
Fandom/Community: Naruto / kakasakudrabble
Characters: Kakashi, Sakura, Ino, Tenten, Naruto, Sasuke (many other present)
Pairing: KakaSaku, SasuOC
Rating: PG-13
Word of the Week: Forbidden

Author Notes: I really didn't want to do something angsty for something I knew most would make angsty.

I have this thing: make normally happy things sad and make normally depressing things idiotic and humourous and cute. So, while you could go on the basis of "student/teacher forbidden" or "old/young forbidden". This is based loosely on an idea that's been passed around in a lot of Kakashi fics, but played a rather prominent part in SilverShine's fic The Window. See if you can guess what it is!

And Thanks to Alaina, for looking at me and saying "that's an awesome idea!" and not "dear god, Hiko-chan, you're losing your edge."


"Shit, Ino!" Sakura muttered, brushing uncomfortably at her behind. "This thing doesn't even cover my butt properly!"

The Yamanaka smirked, twirling in a circle as she walked.

"That's the idea, isn't it?" Ino grinned. She danced in front of the girls, her own skirt blowing dangerous high in the breeze her activity created. "This is what we call fun, Sakura-chan. What's the point of going out to a bar if you're not going to play the part?"

"Ino, I want to live in your world, if only for ten minutes," Tenten sighed, giggling softly.

Ino smirked and winked at her. "Why live in my world," she said suggestively, "when you practically have one of your own?" When the brunette didn't respond, she grew impatient. "So what's up with you and Hyuuga?"

"Me and Hinata?" Tenten deceptively avoided the potential landmine with relative ease, twisting the question. "We're best friends of course!" Hinata stifled a giggle beside Sakura.

Hands on her hips, Ino paused in the road, causing the other three girls to halt as well. "You know what Hyuuga I mean, Tenten. What's going on between you and Neji?"

The brunette blushed crimson. Growing annoyed with the blonde's prying, Sakura grabbed Ino's arm and started pulling her. "C'mon, Ino-pig, everybody will be there already, and we'll be last. Then you'll be late to a shower you helped plan."

For once, the blonde didn't struggle against the tugging, just allowed herself to be led blindly towards the pub.

They could hear the bar they'd rented for Tsubame's "bridal shower". Sakura mentally scoffed; it wasn't a shower as much as a blatant excuse for all the jounin to get together and get drunk. Most of the invitees were already smashed.

Sakura pushed Ino into the bar, steering her towards the very back, ignoring the awkward fact that most in the bar could see up her skirt. Instead of the tables that filled the rest of the large hall, this section was made with large, half-circle booths that could easily seat at least twenty comfortably.

She easily spotted Naruto and Neji in the throng of people, as they were so tall. Once she reached the booth, releasing Ino now that she'd have distractions, she noticed Temari and Tsubame, seated close, both looking angry. They pointedly ignored when Tenten and Hinata said hello.

Ino leaned down, staring between the two of them.

"What's eating you two?" she asked. "You're supposed to be happy, Tsubame-chan."

Naruto gulped a drink, attempting to inconspicuously grab her arm. "Don't, Ino," he whispered when, after some difficulty, he'd managed to pull her away. "Tsubame-chan and Sasuke-teme just had a huge fight. Shikamaru defended him and then Temari got mad at him. Don't get them even more pissed; look at Neji." He pointed to the Hyuuga, who was sporting a blossoming purple cheek.

Sakura leaned against the table, staring past the young man. "What's Kakashi doing with Sasuke over there?"

"Telling Sasuke a trick to get back on Tsubame-chan's good side," he whispered softly, so the bride-to-be wouldn't overhear.

Ino scoffed. "Like that'll work."

Sakura, however, narrowed her eyes, glancing between the bodies to get a better look at the two men in the dark corner. Kakashi was leaning against the wall, shoulder pressed against the crease of the corner, arms crossed over his chest. Sasuke was slouched in front of him, hands in his pockets. She wouldn't have thought Kakashi was actually talking, what with his mask, if not for the telltale nods from the Uchiha.

"Why is Kakashi giving relationship advice?" the pink-haired kunoichi asked quietly, her eyebrows raised. In all her 10 years ranked under him, she had never once seen him in any sort of relationship that wasn't platonically based.

Naruto grinned. "No idea, but whatever it is, I'll bet it's good."

Sasuke was walking back to them then, getting a slap on the back from Naruto as he returned. Ino shook his hand, good-naturedly mocking him about how she should have known he preferred brunettes. The young man smirked, giving Sakura a friendly, albeit stiff, one-armed hug. When the attention turned to the feuding engaged couple, Sakura walked away.

She slid quietly through the crowd.

When she stopped in front of him, she leaned her back up against the adjoining wall, slowly crossing her arms.

"So." Her soft tone, with the pumping music, kept their conversation from being overheard. "You're giving relationship advice now?"

The Copy-nin shrugged. "Not relationship. Just advice for my favorite student."

She pouted. "I thought I'd been your favorite student, Kakashi-sensei?" She dragged the honorary out of the closet and nearly grinned when he made a face. "What did you tell Sasuke?"

"Something he should know how to do as an Uchiha."

"Can't I know?"

"No."

Sakura pouted again. "Why noooot?"

His head finally turned to regard her, now noticing his hitai-ate was up, exposing his left eye. "Only the Uchiha can know, it's not allowed for others to know."

She made a face. "Then why the hell do you know?"

Kakashi sighed. "Let's just say I lost enough bets to that technique to be told how I was being beaten."

"Ah." Sakura grinned and slid closer along the wall. "So it's a technique? Meaning I can con Sasuke into showing it to me if you continue to refuse."

His eyes seemed to darken, snapping to her face amusedly. She didn't like the arrogant smirk that he wore underneath his mask. "Well, Sasuke's getting married now," he glanced away finally—she felt the heat drain from her face. "I doubt Tsubame would be very happy with him attempting to perform sexual acts on anybody that wasn't her."

Sakura blinked at him, and he replied with a wink with the sharingan.

"If you told Sasuke, then you must know how to perform it." She slid even closer, staring up at her former sensei with a look she could only pass blame on alcohol she hadn't consumed. "Why don't you show me, Kakashi?"