Takeshi was woken up the next morning by a knock at his door. He lazily opened one eye and sighed, "What is it with people bothering me when I try to sleep?" he said to himself as he slowly stood up and tossed on a collar button up shirt, not bothering to button it. He opened the door to find Nutae with a bag of food ingredients inside. Nutae stared at him, he looked messy, just out of bed she thought. She moved her gaze from his perfect, angel-like face to his chest which was partially revealed with the open shirt, his pants were buttoned half-way and he wore no shoes. 'Sexy' was the word that came to her mind. "S-sorry to bother you so early Takeshi-kun, but Riko asked me to come by, she was worried about you", Nutae told him. Takeshi looked down at her face, she was so beautiful, young and brilliant, "She was huh…well that's fine. Come in". Takeshi moved aside from the door so she could walk past him, into his home. Takeshi sat on the table and watched her empty the contains of the bag onto the counter. She grabbed a knife and turned on the stove to make him breakfast. Takeshi watched her patiently, slowly observing her every curve, the strength in her arms and legs. When she turned to face him, he let out a sigh of pain, wanting. "What would you like to drink?", she asked him innocently. He stood up and walked to her, "Perhaps, I could drink a little of you," he whispered into her ear, moving a strand of hair gently from her face. She looked up at him and his hand curled around the nape of her neck, possessively. Her body went plaint, soft in reaction. She looked up to stare at his melting green eyes that seemed to consume her. He bent his head slowly, relentlessly toward hers again. She could see the impossible length of his lashes and his sinfully sexy lips. Her body was aching for him to touch her more, but she didn't utter a word for she was afraid of how manly he was. She closed her eyes and let his mouth take possession of hers. The world around them seemed gone, the only thing he could think about was her, her being his forever. His mouth burned a trail of fire along her throat to her neck. She felt the nip of his strong teeth, the swirling caress of his tounge. She turned her head, wanting his mouth, wanting him to kiss her again, but Takeshi came back to reality in a split second and moved away from her just as fast. Nutae was still eyes closed, mouth open just a little, wanting him. Takeshi gasped for air and went to his room to breath, to calm himself down. Nutae realized what was happening and felt emberassed, she ran out of his house as fast as she could. Takeshi sat at the edge of his bed, elbow on his knee and his hand covering his forehead. "Just what do I think I am doing. Jeez…how troublesome", he said to himself. He stood up and walked to the kitchen, his food was on a plate, on the counter with an empty glass next to it. He grabbed the plate and ate the food she made. It was delicious, better than Kisame's cooking for sure. 'Man, just what I didn't want. Now I am going to have girl problems, just exactly what I do not need right now", he told himself. He finished eating and stood up, not picking up after himself, "I guess I'll go get my mind off all this", Takeshi said walking to the training grounds.