Rook: Paper cut was a metaphor. At some point in their life everyone has gotten a paper cut. They were saying that at some point in their life everyone sleeps with Genma. By calling Kakashi a paper cut it was turned into an extended metaphor (or something like that).

Kakashi's flinch: So every writer out there has done it… (That's what I'm telling myself anyways) you write something huge and plot twisting and then you're like "Why the hell did I just write that?" Yes. But I've made up a reason, so no worries. I even wrote it down so I won't forget it.

As early morning light dashed across my face I snuggled into the impossibly warm blankets around me. This must be the most comfortable bed I've ever slept in. And such soft sheets. I stretch my fingers and toes, fully prepared to fall back asleep. But no.

A weight around my waist pulls me against the source of the heat that fills the bed. Oh Kami.

I carefully pick at Kakashi's fingers, trying to remove his arm from my waist, but he just pulls me closer, mumbling some foreign language in my ear. "Kakashi," I mutter, trying to talk him out of making me into the little spoon in his spoon-fest, but alas, I have very little choice in the matter. Kakashi's head lowers a bit and I feel him touch his masked lips to my shoulder. My heart melts just a tad at that. "I shall call you snuggle bunny and you shall be mine." I mutter quietly.

"Mm 'mot s'muggle bunny."

I snicker at his protest, biting my lip. "Is snuggle bunny waking up?" Kakashi shakes his head against my shoulder. I laugh a little louder, turning slightly in his arms. "Yes you are!" I gasp playfully, like telling a puppy it's cute. "Come on Snuggle Bunny! Up!"

"Next time you are hung over I am going to give you hell," he mutters.

"You didn't drink last night," I point out, suspicious.

"Every morning is a hangover at my age," he grunts, rolling away from me finally to cover his head with a pillow. I immediately miss his warmth.

"Come back here, Snuggle bunny, I promise I won't yell anymore," to prove my point I whisper my comment.

"'uck oo," he growls into the pillow.

"Potty mouth," I mutter into my own pillow. After a moment I pull myself from the bed, blushing as I realize Kakashi's shirt had edged up past my hips in the night. I head to my bag and dig through it, searching for anything to put on that I can go shopping in. I find a white tank-top and a pair of shorts I usually slept in. I might get a few odd looks, but they looked enough like everyday clothes, and it was better than Kakashi's shirt.

"Where's the money?" I ask as I put my hair up in a pony tail. Kakashi's hand flies out to point to his bag, so I start digging through it. I slip a few bills from his wallet and start to close the bag, but a little bundle falls to the floor. I start to reach down to pick it up, but Kakashi's voice stops me.

"Leave it."

"But I-"

"I'll get it," he growls, still not looking at me. "Just go." I glance at the bundle one more time, and head towards the door, vaguely promising my curiosity that I'll do some snooping later. "Have fun," he calls after me as I leave the room.

I don't take very long shopping: it's a small town. I quickly find some suitable clothes for quick travel, but not much else. As I'm trying on a skirt (more cute than practical) I think of how Kakashi had flinched away from me. What the hell had I done to him anyway? Perhaps he was angry with me for sleeping with Genma? But no. Thinking back on his behavior around the time I can quite accurately place when Genma told him. Kakashi wouldn't quite look me in the eye for a while, and when I did catch him staring at me he looked not angry, but amused, and if I'm not crazy… slightly intrigued. Damn Genma. I think I'll have to have a little chat with him when we return.

It could be that he's really bothered about my insistence to see his face. I don't really care of course, old habits die hard. And there's a hefty bit of cash riding on who can see his face first at this point. Maybe he's actually deformed, and my jab about marrying for looks really hit home. But I know in reality that's not him. He can take the friendly banter about his age and his looks as easily as I can heal a small scratch.

The only other thing I can possibly think of is my response on marrying him. Perhaps he really was put off by my attitude about the whole thing. He said he's never played to role of husband, perhaps to him this is the real thing, not just a mission. I pause for a moment on that thought. He had said he was seeing me differently now, and although I agree, the book would have that effect on me as well; I think there's more to it. Things have been changing between us, long before this mission came up.

He spends time with me outside of missions now, even going so far as to "happen by" the hospital when my shift is over so he can walk me home. He listens to my stories about the strange things people in the village do to get themselves injured, and laughs with me about the silly things the children of overprotective mothers are always up to. There's just the right amount of awkwardness when we promise never to be like that to our children, and then quickly scramble to say of our respective children, not our children together. And he doesn't seem to mind as much as he used to when I stop by to make sure he's still alive after he goes on missions without me. In fact I'm quite certain I may have saved his life a time of two in doing so.

Perhaps he's not in love with me, but simply is hurt that I can't be as easy-going about this as he is. What does marriage really mean anyway? I glance down at the ring on my finger and a pang of guilt runs through me. Kami… I'm a monster.

I pay for my new clothes and head quickly back to the hotel. I find him lying on the bed in a towel, hair still wet from his shower. He's reading with the book held above his head, that stupid little novel… Before I can change my mind I slide onto the bed and crawl up between his arms so I'm lying on top of him. He sets the book aside and places his hands on my back protectively. "Wha-"

I place a quick kiss on his lips, and then carefully look him in the eye. I have to try really hard not to be distracted by his perfectly sculpted chest under my hands. A difficult task that. "Thank you, Kakashi, for the ring. It's absolutely beautiful, and it was very thoughtful of you to get it for me." I lay my head down on his chest, staring at my hand as I speak the next words. Listening carefully to his heart. So far… calm. "And I look forward to being your wife."

There.

Not as bad as last night, but it's still there. A stutter of his heart. I close my eyes in disappointment. This means too much to him. Without a doubt it will cause problems later, but what's even worse was the flutter of excitement I felt when his heart responded as it did. Not only is he too emotionally connected to me, but I want him to be so. He wants this marriage to be real. And I can't truthfully say I don't.

"Thank you, Sakura," he says, kissing the top of my head. "But it's not like you can choose not to marry me…" he says it in a joking matter, reminding me it's a mission. Reminding himself more likely.

"I'm glad it's you," I say, shaking my head. "This would've been more difficult with Neji." He laughs dryly. "Kiss me?" I ask, leaning up towards him. "I promise I'll keep my eyes closed." And I do just that, waiting patiently.

Kakashi laughs and a moment later his low voice echoes in my ear. "How can I resist such a pretty face?"

As he kisses me on knee rises between my legs and in the next moment he's on top of me, pinning me to the bed. "Kami…" I whisper, my eyes still closed as he trails kisses down my neck. "Kaka-" I stop as he bites me gently, my jaw dropping and eyes flying open as I push myself further into the mattress.

Kakashi lets go of my skin and a moment later his masked face comes into view. "Tsk, tsk," he mutters, shaking his head. "You promised to keep your eyes closed."

"You're evil," I mutter, noting how his leg hasn't moved from between mine.

His hand cups my cheek, touching my lips with his thumb, and then follows the same path his lips had taken moments later. "Close them," he mutters, and I comply. His hand disappears from my neck and a moment later his lips touch mine, slow and gentle. His hand continues down my front, taking the zipper on my shirt and pulling it gently. My breath hitches and his hand snakes its way into my shirt. A second later I'm moaning against his lips and a moment after that I'm pushing myself against his body, especially that leg that rests between mine.

Kakashi's tongue taps across my lips and I eagerly rush to meet him in a battle of tongues. I trail my hands down his chest slowly, my fingertips ghosting across his skin. To my satisfaction, Kakashi groans at this, shivering. I do it again, this time using my fingernails just a bit, and in turn he grinds his hips against mine.

"Kami…" he groans, pulling away. "Sakura, I'm sorry." I open my eyes to see him sitting with his back to me. His mask still pooled around his neck. I try to catch my breath, staring at the corner of his jaw that I can see. "This is wrong, I shouldn't have… Kami."

He's so flustered it's almost cute, but I have to frown at the words coming out of his mouth. "Kakashi…" I sigh, once I can breathe again. "Don't… please don't."

"I shouldn't have let myself get carried away," he says, turning so I can see slightly more of his face, along with his eye. "I'm sorry, Sakura."

I don't try to stop him as he gets up and heads to the bathroom, replacing his mask as he goes. I stare at the ceiling for a bit and sigh in frustration. "Fuck…" I mutter, closing my eyes.

Kakashi returns fully clothed in his typical Jonin attire; looking as if nothing happened. I hate him for that, because I know I still look flustered, with messy hair and swollen lips. I pull myself to my feet and without a word I put my hair up and pack up my things. Kakashi follows suit. At the front desk Kakashi pays and we leave, without a word to each other.

We travel in silence as well, and I find myself pushing the pace more so than Kakashi. When we stop for some water Kakashi finally speaks, his voice sounding overly apologetic. Whether it's because of what we might have done or how he reacted, I don't know. "Sakura, I'm sor-"

"Whatever, Kakashi," I grunt, getting to my feet. We hadn't even been stopped for a minute, but I didn't want to hear another word out of his mouth.

"No, Sakura, listen," He growls. He stays on the ground, looking up at me, and his comfort in the situation makes me think he's doing it on purpose. Staying below me so I don't think he's trying to order me around. "We'll be passing into Earth country in a bit and this is all going to blow up in our faces if we can't even look at each other." I know he's right, but at the moment I can't bring myself to care. "So we're going to stay right here until we work this out."

"Like hell we are," I scoff, turning to walk away. I should've known better. He's in front of me in a second, stepping on my toes as he pushes me back so I hit the ground. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I growl in pain as I try to get back up. To my surprise he allows me to do so. When I try to shove past him he pushes me right back where I came from. "You son of a-" I growl in annoyance. "Get out of my way!"

"No," he says, a smirk in his eye.

I growl and gather chakra in my fist, preparing to punch him. He, of course, avoids the punch, and the next, and the next. For the one after that he catches my arm though, at the elbow. "Let go of me!" I growl, swiping his feet out from under him. To my surprise he goes down. More so to my surprise I go down at well. We grapple for a bit, him really just slipping out of my holds, until I finally give up, allowing him to pin me. "Happy?" I hiss.

He gives me his best eye crinkle. "You're so cute when you're angry."

"Fuck you," I mutter, looking away.

"Later, my cherry blossom," he murmurs, earning a sharp glare from me. "For now we have a mission to do, and I don't give two shits what we're going through personally, this is just as important as any other mission we've been given and I will not allow your animosity towards me to screw it up."

He meets my gaze for a long moment and after a while I sigh. "Ok," I mutter.

"Ok?" he confirms.

I nod. "Let me up."

He gets off of me quickly, and even offers me a hand. I hesitate before taking it. We start traveling quickly, closer to each other than before, and not quite so fast.

I know the minute we cross the border. Not from any sign, or a change in landscape, but from the Iwa nin that are suddenly on our tail. "Kakashi," I mutter.

"I know," he says easily, "just keep moving."

Within ten minutes there are a few who are traveling along our sides. "They're gonna box us in," I mutter, just loud enough for his sensitive hearing.

"Not yet," he mutters back.

"Kakashi…" I warn as one gets close enough for me to see the head band he's wearing. He curses under his breath and stops so suddenly that I fly past him. He catches my arm and holds me against his back, facing the seven ninja that surround us on three sides. "What are you doing?" I hiss, trying to take a stance so I can fight, but he holds me in place.

"Protecting you," I freeze at the feel of his fingers against my wrist. Shut up. Oh I'm gonna kill him when he gets us out of this. His free hand reaches up to pull at his head band, showing his sharingan eye. He must be playing an idiot, or perhaps simply showing them who he is. He's the one who taught us not to reveal your greatest trick until it's needed. The ninja circle around us quickly, and Kakashi draws a kunai, which seems like it will do little against so many opponents. Nine now.

One of the men barks out an order, and the ninja halt their advance. The one in charge, apparently, steps forward with a satisfied smirk. "Ah… Copy ninja, Hatake. We meet again." Kakashi makes no acknowledgement of knowing him, but the men obviously know of Kakashi, murmuring softly. "I believe you're lost, this here is Earth country." The man stares Kakashi down, either brave or stupid. "Then again, one such as you doesn't get lost, does he?"

"I'm sorry," Kakashi laughs quietly. "Remind me… where do I know you from?" I see the man visibly flinch and have a short laugh at his expense.

The man sighs, but apparently isn't too surprised by it. "See most days we'd just kill enemy ninja invading on our land, but we've heard the order lately more and more to bring in prisoners from the leaf for… interrogation." I fight the shiver that tries to race up my spine. Kakashi and I spent about a week in an interrogation room once. They'd worked for six days on Kakashi as I watched, gagged and bound in the corner. They figured he knew all the details, but he said not a word no matter what they did to him. On day seven they turned to me. Before metal even touched my skin Kakashi had spilled everything he knew. True, false, and probable. Of course Naruto had saved the day and killed all the men who heard what Kakashi said. While healing Kakashi later he told me he had stopped them from hurting me because an injured medic is a pointless asset. Of course I knew he was protecting me for personal reasons as well, I saw the fear and panic in his eyes when I was put in danger.

"How lucky for us," Kakashi chirps, "We have some information to give to a certain leader of a small town."

"Yeah?" The man asks with a grin. "Copy ninja? Traitor?"

"Not at all," Kakashi says, shaking his head. "Simply a dealer in information."

"Alright," the enemy ninja says with a short laugh. "Who is this lord?"

"I don't happen to know his name," Kakashi admits, touching the back of his head sheepishly.

"Name of the town?" The man's annoyance with Kakashi is growing, and Kakashi's loving it.

"I'm afraid not," he laughs.

"Well," the man sighs, "Let's get these two into the nearest town. Let's give them some bracelets, and perhaps take their things, the do look awfully heavy. We wouldn't want leaf ninja running around lost would we, let's keep track of them."

"Such a pleasant way you have of saying we're to be imprisoned and have our things confiscated. I wish I could remember where we met, I think we'd get along very well," Kakashi's smile is boldly written on his face as he shrugs off his pack and holds out his wrists for the handcuffs. "You're right, that was heavy."

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Before i can write the next chapter i need names for some people, the man i just introduced who knows Kakashi and also two other men, the lord of the small village and his younger brother. I also need a name for the village. Normally i'd just go look something up on a baby names website, but i don't feel like it... so if you want a new chapter i need names.