Chapter 4- Just like the master is the student also
"So what can I get you?" The waitress asked slipping a pen and pad out of his pocket. Sakura looked at the menu her mind blanking out. She had been looking around and the place seemed cosy enough. It was most certainly new as the little love seats they sat on were still plump and undamaged by some poor fat ass. The mini private booth they were given still had its new-car-smell feel to it, minimally furnished with a few dismal looking potted plants in the corners which looked like they would have rather been outside revelling in what was now the rain. The storm had started luckily just after they had arrived to the quaint restaurant and inside was warm enough that she had to remove her jacket. The waiter gave a subtle cough but managed to keep his grin in check. He sidled closer toward her.
"May I recommend something?" he asked leaning forward into her space.
Kakashi who had already taken his order was watching this little show with little enthusiasm. He lazily crossed his arms and widened his shoulders, rolling them forward, he peered through his mask.
"I think she will have what I'm having, if that's okay Sakura chan?" He spoke grinning through the mask.
The waiter looked to him and took in his relaxed pose, it looked just like that but he managed to see the coil that was ready to spring. Sakura nodded and handed the menu over to him with an apologetic smile, oblivious to the territorial display. Without breaking stride the waiter backed away and gave a slick bow but not before noticing the smile that didn't touch Kakashi's eye. He left and moments later another waiter returned with a tray of assorted fresh vegetables, thinly sliced meat and two bowls of noodles, then placed it on the sleek surface of the ornate low table.
Kakashi thanked the man and proceeded to prepare the sukiyaki, frying the meat, adding sake and soy sauce then the vegetables and the noodles. Soon the tiny room was filled with savoury goodness that was cooking. Sakura sat and watched Kakashi as he expertly handled the food with the same grace he had on the battle field. Ambient music drifted in the comfortable silence. She breathed in and could almost taste the succulent beef. Salivating, her stomach rumbled and she realised with much shame she hadn't eaten her lunch.
"Don't worry, it won't be much longer" Kakashi said on a chuckle. He looked up and watched a crimson tide wash over her.
"Well…uh. I just happened to not have any lunch today." She said trying to retrieve the shreds of her dignity.
"Aren't you glad you joined me for dinner then?" he said the smile in his voice.
"Shut up sensei." To this he burst out laughing. A merry deep rumble, that Sakura felt go through her. She laughed too beside the situation.
"Sake for the lady." She nodded raising her cup and he poured the clear liquor into it before she did the same for him.
"Kampai." To this they drank down the drink. Sakura breathed out as she felt the warm sake wash down the bitter events of the day, replacing it with a warm glow.
"Long day huh?" Kakashi said refilling her cup, which she downed.
"Yah…definitely long" she said willing the sake to erase the images of those girls, she shook her head for extra measure. He took up a bowl and handed it to her and they served up the tasty food. As the food went down the sake went with it and soon the conversation was flowing smoothly. The tray was now empty and so were their plates. Several bottles of sake were dotted on the table from all the refills they requested. Their laughter wound down from some funny recollection of an incident; regarding Naruto, a tub of jam, and a very bored rich Lord.
"You are just like your sempai you know." Kakashi said leaning back into the plush of the sofa.
"Tsunade-sama? How so?" she fixed a stray lock of hair behind her ears and stretched out reclining back, her chest thrusting forward she felt the bones in her back popping back into place. Kakashi swallowed but was grateful once again for his mask.
He had been watching her eat and liked what he saw. Of course he had seen her eat before but this was in a different light. The way her throat moved as she swallowed, the flick of her tongue when she slurped her noodles and the rosy glow she got from drinking the sake. All of these tortured his imagination, it didn't help that icha icha paradise books did nothing but fuel his thoughts. Hunger satisfied a new hunger began to grow in his lower abdomen no thanks to his cursed thoughts. He adjusted himself to make the strain in his pants slightly more bearable. He cleared his throat before speaking unsure of the way his voice might betray him.
"The way you handle your liquor." He said raising another small cup full and downing it again. To which she matched the gesture.
"How's that then?" She said gazing at him through her heavy lids.
"Very…very…well" he said smiling. He watched as a smile spread across her face. A bubble of laughter erupted out of her before she could contain it. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the thought of Tsunade drunk was enough to start off another eruption.
"Oh…sensei…" she said between hiccups "You know her as well as I do," she doubled over clutching her sides. Yes, she was definitely tipsy, she should stop laughing but she couldn't find the stop button.
"You don't have to call me that you know" He moved closer to her and reached out to tuck the rebellious, dizzyingly soft hair behind the delicate curve of her ear. Despite her laughter she could tell the mood had changed. Her heart did a little funny kick. He moved back but was still within arm's reach of her.
"I ceased being your sensei the day you graduated." What? Where did he leave his sanity? Sure he could blame the sake should she flip, but he could hear it at the back of his mind. Whispering to him. He was so close to her now, he could reach out and touch her once again. His palms itched to feel the heat from her cheeks. He looked at her lips those which were so ready to lick off any stray noodles. His growing problem was now painfully throbbing against the constraints of his combats.
"Sensei?" She said blinking her giant green orbs. He slapped a hand on his forehead and ran it through his hair. Why did she have to insist calling him that?
"…Kakashi?" he looked to her, she was looking down her sake kissed cheeks a bright rosy red.
Right, she told herself, that after this evening no more sake. Her heart kept doing those funny little kicks. This was insanity. She felt sweat begin to form on her brow, then she looked up to him. She waited. What was she panicking for? This was Kakashi, same old Kakashi. But what was different. She looked him up and down. He certainly seemed bigger, but that couldn't be it. Could it? She felt her hand reach out and touch his arm. It felt as flesh on a man should, warm and hard, but soft at the same time. Her mind hazed over and she leaned over to him.
This was insanity her conscience told her but it came like a whisper in a tunnel. Far away, and very small. She could smell him now an odd yet nice mixture of the sukiyaki they had and a metallic something. She wondered numbly what that combination would taste like. Before she knew it her lips were on his. Feeling the woollen texture of his mask and sure enough she could almost taste the sukiyaki they ate but there was something else. Not the metallic like before, it must have been the sake. She felt him stiffen and with grim realisation she played back what she just did. She flew off him and got to her feet. About to speak, she felt a heaviness come over her, like she had left her body on the ground and it had finally caught up to her. The room began to tip downwards and she the floor move further away before it came back up to her again slowly. Still a bit shocked from her kiss Kakashi blinked out of his stupor before she hit the ground.
She hung limply in his hold. Like a feather. Skies above! She was irresistible. Shaking his head slowly he chastised himself. Yes she drank like Tsunade, but she also crashed like her too. He should have seen it coming. There was only one option now. He left the meals payment and a generous tip for the poor sod who had to clean up their mess. At the door he looked out to the still pouring rain and thought how Sakura's clothes would be soaked, this soon led to other thoughts which his lower self greedily absorbed. This should be interesting he thought morbidly before taking a chakra infused jump into the bleak curtain of rain.
A/N: I apologise to you all for taking so long. I need time to transcribe the hand written work onto word plus make it sound good too. i will begin working on chapter five as soon as i can. I hope you enjoyed this one ^_^ please let me know
til next time ^w^