Hey guys, sorry for the wait! I have been stuck on this chapter for so long but I finally pushed through it. Luckily, I have up until chapter nine planned out so update speeds should improve. But on the other hand, I have exams and graduation soon so that may impede the updates. Oh well. Thanks for holding out.

Just a warning, some slight lemon at the beginning, but very short and not much detail. I didn't want to go full out in the third chapter.

Kakashi groaned. His hands grasped at an expanse of smooth, pale skin as he shuddered in pleasure. Long, brown hair pooled over an arched back as he thrusted deeply into the woman on all fours in his bed. She moaned in pleasure as his cock rammed repeatedly into her, tightening around his shaft. Kakashi bit his lip as he continued, waiting for the woman to climax before allowing himself some release. He found his hands wandering to grope her soft ass in his large, rough palms, the sound of her moans and the slapping of his body against hers filling the air. At last, her moans became frantic and panicked, and Kakashi knew she was about to come.

Clenching around him, she screamed one last time as her muscles contracted in pleasure. Grunting, Kakashi pulled out of her and flipped her over, spilling himself all over her chest. She moaned in pleasure, her breath coming out in pants. Kakashi bent, briefly touching lips with the spent woman before removing himself from the bed, making his way to the door lazily. Fully relaxed, he opened the door and strolled the few paces down the hall to the bathroom that was luckily enough unoccupied. Opening the door, he slid into the shower and sighed as the hot water rained down on his body. He was tired but not any more so than usual and the shower served to energize himself.

Not to mention its rather satisfactory effect of cleaning himself of the sweat and other body fluids that came with sex. He was glad that it was far too early for Genma to be awake and far too late for Itachi to still be there. Genma was entirely punctual on missions, but was severely lacking in energy when it came to his personal life. Knowing him, Kakashi assumed that he was still curled up in bed with the busty blonde from last night, the one with the perky little nipples that just happened to harden as they left―Kakashi shook his head, working to ease his mind out of the dirty place he'd weaseled himself into.

Itachi was far less likely to bring a strange girl home, but he was not without his human desires. Quiet and reserved in his daily life, Itachi became quite foregoing after having a few drinks. With all the grace of a man that knew what he had to offer, he was quick to pick up on the most eligible prize at a bar and sweep her off her feet.

Kakashi had quite mastered this for himself. The three bachelors had a good arrangement. Kakashi was always quick to escort a lady out of his house in the morning and Genma was content to laze around until he had something better to do. Kakashi couldn't remember the last time he saw Itachi escorting a woman out so it spoke volumes about his morning after subtlety.

But there was something very important to do today.

And before he could take care of that, he had to take care of the very satisfied woman in his bed.

Dragging himself out of the shower, Kakashi grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He stumbled down the hall into the room he'd just recently vacated only to find that the girl in question had also recently vacated. This was good luck for Kakashi so he shrugged and riffled through his closet for a clean set of clothes. Opting for his traditional all-black set of clothes, he donned a pair of jonin pants and a long-sleeve black shirt with an attached mask.

Opening his window, he disappeared.

Sakura had a little secret. She had always berated her poor old sensei for it until she had gotten a little curious. She had never thought that it would reel her in the way it did, but she was in way over her head. Sometimes she trembled at the thought of it. Her skin flushed, her palms perspired.

She loved Jiraiya's Icha Icha series.

It was all her stupid sensei's fault. He'd been in a small coma-like state after a particularly rough mission and his little orange book had been sitting beside him, untouched. She had always wondered what had drawn him to the series so intensely and a little spark of desire to see what was so special had overcome her.

Two hours later, and she was a changed woman.

She had been outraged, upset, flustered, and horny all in that time period after reading one of the books. Due to her rather lacking experience with the opposite sex, it had also been a tiny bit enlightening as well. She knew how unrealistic it was to believe in the nonsense spouted by smutty novels, but it gave her a little hope in finding her own man to love.

They were truly remarkable novels. After finishing the other five in the series, she had longed to read another. But knowing that Jiraiya was dead, she despaired at never getting a glimpse at any new material ever again.

Kami-sama was punishing her for something, she knew it.

Until Naruto had breathed in a little hint of a rumour. Jiraiya had basically completed a draft of a seventh book, Icha Icha Master before he had died. Sakura had slapped Naruto, pretending to be outraged at the smut, but secretly she had been overjoyed. Naruto had whined that he was only telling her because the publisher had asked his permission to edit and publish the material. She had scoffed, but cheered on the inside of the new novel. And today was its debut.

Stretching her arms up, arching her back like a feline, she yawned. First a shower, she thought as she eyed the digital clock that clearly read 9 AM. The book store wouldn't be open for another half hour. Cleaning herself up, Sakura neatly pulled her long hair into a high ponytail and pulled on one of the civilian outfits that Ino had graced her closet with. It was a simple sundress in a soft yellow, decorated in pink and white petals. Slipping a pair of flats onto her dainty feet, Sakura exited through the front door, wary to use her chakra since the episode with Kakashi. A small, translucent scar ran along her arm where Kakashi had managed to do the best that he could at healing.

Perhaps he wasn't so bad at it.

Smiling broadly, she made her way through the village, heading for the small bookstore that would have the brand new copies of Icha Icha Master.

The bell above the door softly jingling, Sakura entered the store with a spring in her step. It was roughly 10 o'clock and she was sure that she would find her beloved book and have enough time to read it before she had a quick four hour shift at the hospital. Fukuma-san, the old shopkeeper, greeted her kindly as she made her way into the store. Seeing the bright pink "Icha Icha Master" lettering on a sign, she made her way to the adult section of the store. Her field of vision narrowed into a tunnel that stopped at the single purple copy of her book sitting on a bare table.

Only one copy left?! She bolted as she rushed to grab the last copy. Her hand collided with another's as she slammed rather forcefully into the display table. Using her free hand, she wrenched the other person's behind their back aggressively, a growl low in her throat.

"Back off!" She said, her voice as low and dangerous as she could manage.

In a second, her point of view shifted from looking down to staring at the book from the unique place of her face firmly pressed to the table. A tall body pressed her against the hard, visible grains of the wood, making her all too aware of her predicament.

"I was here first!" The distinctly male voice growled back as he reached to snatch the book off the table, roughly releasing her from the place he'd trapped her in.

Sakura sprang up, ready to punch him in the face until she came face to face with the man. It was Kakashi-sensei.

"Sakura?" He paused, his one visible eyebrow raised in shock.

"O-oh, must have the wrong book sensei, hehehe…" she mumbled, head ducked in embarrassment.

His composure regained, he leaned forward, a smirk visible beneath his mask.

"Over in the adult section, Sakura-chan? My, my, you are one lost student." His eye crinkled in visible mirth. "Some might think you were trying to snag a copy of a naughty book, Sakura."

Sakura scowled, and in a very low, quiet voice she shot back, "Yeah, well I was."

Kakashi paused, a small laugh escaping his mouth. "Switching up your reading material lately, hmm?"

"No, I'll have you know that I'm a big fan of Jiraiya-sama's work!" Gaining a little confidence, Sakura decided to defend herself. "And I have been for well over a year now!"

A nervous chuckle escaped Kakashi's lips. When was the last time he'd ever had a conversation with a student about dirty books? Never. That was the answer.

"Well, I cannot condone you reading such material, Sakura. As your sensei―"

"I'm too old for that, Kakashi!" She purposefully left out the usual -sensei honorific to make her point known. "We are equals and I have every right to read this, as much of a right as you do, as a matter of fact!"

Kakashi groaned. "Ne, ne, Sakura, fine. But you'll have to wait for a new shipment because this copy's mine."

Sakura screamed in frustration, flinging herself at the man that was withholding the precious reading material.

But sadly enough, Kakashi disappeared in a poof of smoke, his only trace left was a pile of money on the counter for the book he'd ungraciously commandeered.

"I'll kill that man!"

And with that, Sakura stormed out of the store.

Kakashi was so excited to read his book that he could barely contain himself in the time it took for him to visit the memorial stone. He was sure that none of his friends cared to hear him gush about his expectations for the book, but he was so overwhelmed by the prospect that he had to cut his time with them short.

Kakashi was nothing if not a pervert, and a well-read one at that. While plot-wise, the novels could be lacking, they were written so well that Kakashi found himself completely absorbed in the romance and heated exchanges between his characters. Taking a break from the main characters of the other novels in the series, this novel centred around a young girl from the main character's village named Sachi. She was to become involved in a forbidden affair with an older man. Or at least that was what the summary told him.

Kakashi disappeared from the stone as he finished his final prayer, hurrying to get to his apartment so he could finally indulge himself.

Making his way into his bed, Kakashi relaxed against the headboard, propped some pillows behind his back, and promptly opened the first page.

It was shut as soon as he got through the first sentence.

"Sachi was an exotic, delicate fruit, perky and ready to be plucked from the village just as one plucks a flower; with her soft, pink hair, the nurse resembled the beautiful cherry trees of the land."

Kakashi realized, with a dash of horror, that Jiraiya had based the main character after Sakura. How many other pink-haired medical professionals were there for him to base his newest heroine on? Kakashi was willing to bet that Sakura had been the newest piece he'd been researching before he'd been killed. She'd been sixteen, for Christ's sake!

Kakashi was furious. This was his student! No doubt it would ruin the rest of the book knowing that each carefully written scene was dreamt of with his own Sakura in mind.

But then again… Kakashi was curious. Had Jiraiya seen enough to have made it accurate? Shivers travelled down Kakashi's spine at the thought of it. He wasn't sure whether they were created out of excitement or disgust.

"Kakashi, you look unwell…" Itachi simpered from the doorway, leaning against its frame.

Itachi was, in his own way, a mother hen. As the leader of the team, he took careful consideration into each of the members and how they were faring. Of course, as his best friends, they ignited some concern out of his personal feelings. Itachi always knew when something was wrong and he was determined to figure out how to get to the bottom of it.

"O-oh, it's just, um… this book. It's quite scary…" Kakashi's ghost white face and widened eyes let Itachi know that there was something more to the story, but as Kakashi showed none of his telltale signs of lying, he decided to leave it.

"We are having lunch at Ichiraku's if you would like to join us." Itachi gestured to the door with a flick of his head, all calm and composed.

Kakashi did not see the man without his usual heavy dose of boredom very often. He could count the times he had on his left hand and still have room for more.

"Ah, sure," he choked out as he struggled to regain his own composure.

With the smallest hint of amusement, Itachi nodded and exited from his vision, leaving Kakashi to exhale the breath he didn't know he was holding.

He shook his head in an attempt to dispel the thoughts he was unfortunate enough to be having. Why would Jiraiya do this to him? Sakura? Although, based on what he'd seen through the window, she wasn't exactly unattractive… Shivering, he quickly jumped out of bed, tossing the book on the night stand. He'd decide whether to read it or burn it later.

Genma and Itachi were waiting by the door when he finally strolled casually into the living room.

"I'm starving," he grinned from under his mask, one eye crinkling in fake enthusiasm.

"I swear a girl said the exact same thing to me last week right before―"

Sakura was livid. How dare he do this to her? Who else in the entire fire country had pink hair? Only the Haruno clan! And none of the females had inherited it except her! That was it! She'd managed to get a copy of Icha Icha Master but had been appalled as soon as she'd read the description of the heroine. Oh, god, how many times did he spy on me in the bathhouse? Shuddering, she gulped in a few breaths of precious air.

"AGH!" She buried her face in her pillow in despair. She would have to move away to a land that did not have erotic novels. She had heard that the land of tea was very strict on those things… It was no use. She would die of embarrassment.

Most of all, she hated that a small part of her wanted to keep reading. What would it be like to read a book about herself? To read such flattering, romantic, and erotic words? She was curious to see what Jiraiya saw in her, even if it was an exaggerated version. She was twenty years old and intensely deprived of romantic attention. Maybe it was alright to divulge in it just this once, just to satisfy some primal part of her that was currently out of the limelight.

Sakura hadn't thought about boys seriously since she'd rid herself of the delusions she'd had about Sasuke. Boys were a distraction and she had already wasted enough time on them. Once she'd gotten more powerful and proved herself by killing a member of the Akatsuki, she'd gotten so busy that she thought she'd never go on a date in her life. Tsunade had lightened her load a little bit in anticipation of the ANBU exams, but she hadn't been using her spare time to go patrolling for men. So maybe it really was alright for her to enjoy reading about herself in such situations.

She could worry about everyone else thinking of her in due time.

Opening the book back up gingerly, she found her place on the first page. Taking a deep breath, she began to read.

An hour later, and she was a mess. Jiraiya had indeed been flattering. He'd described her down to the small mole on her left hip, albeit exaggerating her assets a little in the process. She was embarrassed, flattered, and angry. Who was her opposite love interest? Not Sasuke, not Naruto, not Sai. But Jiraiya himself. Sakura was pursued by the pervy sage in the novel and she had to admit that she felt a little heated and flushed after reading some of their scenes together. It was rather gratifying to imagine herself with someone that knew a woman's body inside out. She could see how enticing it would be to have sex with a man that could pleasure her, that had experienced hands.

She felt distinctly ashamed for it. Here she was, a pathetic virgin, entertained by thoughts of older men that could give her a good time when she'd never even been with someone her own age. At the same time, she was a little disgusted at the thought of sharing a bed with Jiraiya. He was lucky that he was dead or else she would've killed him herself.

She really wasn't sure how to feel about it. She had enjoyed reading the novel, however conflicted she had become while doing so. She just hoped that none of her friends were as avid readers of the series as she was. Although, it was likely that Naruto wouldn't even see the resemblance. Kakashi, however…

Sakura buried her face in her hands and let loose a strangled cry. She was sure that he'd read it by now, and she was mortified. Would Kakashi think that she'd had relations with him? Likely no, but the thought of her teacher thinking about Sakura in a different light made her ashamed. Some part of her wanted him to believe that she was still his student, the innocent young girl he'd help mould into the woman she now was. She wanted him to think that she was still a good girl, she was still Sakura. Not Sachi, who'd let Jiraiya into every crevice of her body.

Cringing, she stowed the book away in her nightstand along with its counterparts. Sauntering to her closet, she pulled out a black long sleeved shirt and grey leggings, pulling her loose hair into a tight ponytail. She swiftly exited the room and slipped her feet into her standard red sandals. Releasing a long, drawn out sigh, Sakura opened the door and left her apartment.

Having more than enough time to reach the hospital before her shift, Sakura began the trek at a leisurely stroll. She didn't notice anyone looking at her more than usual so she figured that either word hadn't gotten out or Konoha's resident perverts were still digesting the contents of the book.

Nevertheless, Sakura ignored the crowds and continued on her way, content to stare at the clouds with a smile. She had always wondered about Shikamaru's fascination with them, but she thought she had a good idea now. It makes it a lot easier to ignore what's going on below the sky when you're focused on vast expanse of marshmallows making their way across it. She could see some of Shikamaru's genius poking through his seemingly endless laziness at these rare moments.

Seeing the silhouette of the hospital in the distance, Sakura slowed down to a crawl. The emotional rollercoaster she'd just experienced had completely driven the energy out of her. She was intensely glad for the short shift she had that night instead of her usual twenty-four to forty-eight hour shifts that she was often saddled with.

Just ahead of her, a young man with short auburn hair opened one of the doors leading to the lobby of the hospital and paused, glancing back at Sakura expectantly. Starting, Sakura half-ran to catch up. Smiling awkwardly, he pressed himself against the door to allow her to pass through freely. The fabric of his crisp, white shirt brushed against her arm as she gratefully walked through the entrance.

"Thank you," she said as she smiled warmly at him.

She glanced up at his face, a cute, boyish one that reflected innocence as he nervously cleared his throat. "It's no problem, Sakura-san."

"Oh, Kami, that makes me feel way too old." She laughed, a light chuckle that lit up her eyes. "Sakura-chan is fine. It's hard to feel serious calling a girl with pink hair Sakura-san. I'm sorry, but I don't know your name."

Chuckling, he nodded. "Yoshida Hikaru. I'm usually up in the lab so it's likely that you haven't seen me around much."

"Oh! You're a medic then?"

"Hai, a medic-nin, but I'm afraid I haven't been in the field since I was a chunin." He smiled, following her to the check in desk.

Signing in for her shift, Sakura nodded thoughtfully. "I love my work, but I'll always enjoy being in the field. Oh, I guess I better get up to the third floor to start my rounds! I'll see you later, Hikaru-kun!"

"Ah, see you!" Watching her run to the stairway, he let out a sigh.

Haruno Sakura made him a nervous wreck.

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