A/N - Ok, I wasn't going to update so quickly, but reviews from XxTheFishMastorxX, TeamTHEFT and MySoulIsYoursTakeIt made me want to put up another chapter.

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This chapter is in first person. I have chosen to do this, because I realise that the last chapter felt kind of detached, as did probably the rest of it. The only irritating thing about this is that I can't switch character POV without switching entirely. So this chapter is from Sakura's perspective.

Chapter 13

On came something that was most definitely not Icha Icha.

The telletubbies were something I had only come across a couple of times on missions in civilian area, but that had been quite enough to last me a lifetime. These multicoloured dickheads did not impress me in the slightest. They were completely dead brained and the show was too repetitive even for small children. It made kids think that they might one day find a TV in their stomach and represented a bright ball of gas as a baby, with was probably quite accurate really. That mission had seen a lot of small children burping and farting near me, and I didn't have much want to look after any that weren't my own creation. Once I had one of her own, or one of my friends did, then I may be able to enjoy the species as a whole, but that day had not come yet, and first I had to find someone that I was willing to procreate with.

…And who would actually be interested.

"What the fuck do you think this is?"

Kakashi just laughed, and help up a silver disk, just close enough for me to read the title, and I could see that that was the actual disk. "So why have you put on this?"

"I thought it might be quite funny. And I was right."

"Great, can you put the film on now then?"

"No."

"What?" I launched herself off the bed to attack him, but we weren't fighting seriously, we were playing, and his height was a definite advantage. All he had to do was raise his arm slightly and I had lost. He exploited this for all it was worth, raising it and lowering it over and over, giggling at the sight of me trying to reach it.

I thought that he only laughed at Icha Icha. Clearly I was wrong.

I straightened again, leaning back to glare at him. "Why not?"

"Because a certain blonde friend of yours came to me asking for answers about your relationship with Torao, and I admit that I am curious."

"What the fuck does that have to do with this piece of shit TV show?"

"I figured you may need some incentive to talk, and, of course, your face makes me laugh."

"…My face makes you laugh." My cheeks coloured at Kakashi's words. "Cheers Kakashi."

"Your very welcome, my cherry red friend."

"That pun was frankly shit."

"What pun?"

I scowled, leaning back again. I already knew that he would win if I decided to try and throw my weight around. He just had so much more of it than I did. There was only one thing for it…

"Whaddya wanna know?"

"Hmmm…" He scratched his chin thoughtfully, as if he hadn't already thought it through after talking to Ino. Knowing Ino, she'd probably given him a set list of questions anyway.

As if sensing that I was getting quite close to wrecking my bedroom and his bones in one punch, he answered.

"Why did you break up with him?"

"Because I wanted to. Next!"

"…Was he the jealous kind, or just bad in bed?" Kakashi was laughing now, and her fears of an Ino set list were definitely confirmed.

"Taking orders from irritating pigs now are we?"

"Yes, and as she can control my body if I don't get what she wants, I would rather just get the answers that she's looking for."

"Why? Your sharingan can top her mind transfer any day."

"She can control me in my sleep."

"You'd wake up if you sensed her near you."

"I'd think that you would too. And I don't particularly want her going through my secret desires."

That made me pause a moment, a cold creeping over me. Surely if she had done the Jutsu she knew already? So why was she pretending not to know, and making me admit it?

And why had she picked Kakashi to come get the answers from me? If she knew what had been in my head, she knew that I had been lusting (I refused to think of it as anything else) after Kakashi, and that was probably why she had sent him, but…

She had done that technique multiple times on me over the years. It would go without saying that she knew other things too. And she still hung around me? No one else knew, so she hadn't told anyone…

"Can she do that?"

"Do what?"

"Read your… thoughts, desires etc? I never thought to ask."

"As I've been on the receiving end of Inoichi, I would say so, yes."

Oh, dear God…

I turned to Kakashi, trying to calm my nerves. "I have to go talk to her. Do you mind waiting 10 minutes? I'll be back soon…" I turned on my 'pretty please' smile, to let him know that I really didn't want him to go anywhere. I would actually really need his company if Ino knew what I thought she did. That would just be… dreadful.

He sighed, and flopped on the bed, covering his eye with his arm. "I suppose you can neglect me for 10 minutes or so." He moved his eye, to give her a puppy dog look with the eye that showed. "If you take too long though, I may get upset, and say… go through your emails, raid your porn stash and then go tell Naruto of your undying love for him."

"Oh, please, like that would do anything to me. We both know his bed isn't empty."

"Exactly. And we both know that you hate to fight with Sasuke."

"He's not stupid, and we would hunt you down and kill you."

He scowled at her before pointing his finger at her beaten alarm clock. "You have 15 minutes before I come drag you back here. Starting… now."

Rolling my eyes at him I jumped out of the window. He really couldn't preach to anyone about time. Ever. He'd been late so many times that I'd have to be about two years late back to even it out. But he'd probably still put on his hurt face if I came back a minute late. The irritating thing was that he'd probably get me to apologise, too. He really was irritating. So it was even more irritating that I had a had a lasting crush on the man.

'Did you honestly just admit to the fact that you seriously want Mr Hatake in your pants… or did I just mishear?'

'You must have misheard me.'

Now I had to reason through this while ignoring all of my traitorous thoughts, the stupid ones, the ones that would only lead to disaster and humiliation; aka, the ideas from my inner.

'Stupid bitch.'

'Ooh, really? Cause, dear Sakura, at least I'm the part of you that knows what she wants. And if you'd listen I'd help you to get it.'

'Sorry, I know better.'

'Really, though? You know I'm at least partially right. I'm a part of you, and sorry hon, but that means that my ideas do at least work from your emotions and desires. No matter how much you brush me off, we both know that you want him. A lot. And until you admit that to yourself, I'm not going to spell out how much.'

'Cheers for the help, bitch.'

'I thought that you didn't want my help.'

'You only give it when I don't want it. When I do, you don't offer anything.'

'Aww, we both know that's not quite true. Now act normal, we're outside Ino's front door.'

It was true as well, and I had to wonder how long I had been stood here, arguing with myself. It couldn't be long, because I hadn't masked my chakra, and Ino hadn't come out to demand to know why I was loitering on her doorstep.

She obviously was about to though, because she opened the door before I had even finished knocking. She looked slightly nervous as she let me in, so I could assume that she thought I was going to kill her for sending a minion of sorts for answers.

Not that Kakashi had gone out of respect for Ino, the nosy git. Her overly happy tone and ridiculous vocabulary were a rather bad attempt to hide her apprehension.

"Hey forehead girl! What's going on so early this fine morning?"

"Hmmm, I dunno. I just found out that you potentially know all of my thoughts and emotions and memories, that's what."

She nodded. "Ah, yeah, you really do have a thing for Kakashi, huh?" She shook her head. "And I set up a situation perfect for you to tell him, and you don't take the opportunity."

"You know how my parents died." It felt like someone was choking me, it was so difficult to get those words out. Very few people knew what had happened, no one knew entirely, but it seemed like an unspoken rule not to talk about it. As a result, I struggled so much with even saying my parents. Saying it made them seem so much more real, made that seem so much more real.

Ino nodded, and I silently thanked her for not talking. The sound of a human voice would have been too much for my in relation to this, breaking into my silent reverie. I knew that she knew, but I didn't know how much. Or how she had interpreted it.

"And you… know what had happened before. And… who did it?"

"Yes," She paused for a minute, and her gaze wavered for a small second, before finding mine with new resolve. She shook her head at me, her expression begging me to listen to her, and that was the only thing that kept me standing there, rather than running in fear as I may have done a few years earlier. "No one would blame you, you know." She smiled at me. "You did the right thing. If I'd been you, I'd have wanted to do the same, but I never would have been able to."

I felt a huge weight leave me at her words. No one had never said that to me before, and I'd never imagined that if someone knew that could be their response. She understood. She thought it was ok.

"Even though I'm a murderer?"

"You aren't a murderer now, and you certainly weren't then. Circumstances in account, you were a scared child." She smiled again. "And I am glad that you could protect yourself, and avenge her at the same time." She leant forward to emphasise her point. "She would have wanted you to."

" We didn't know her long enough. How can you be certain?"

"Have some faith."

And with that, Ino gave me one last smile and went into the kitchen to carry on kneading her cookie dough.

"Is that really all you can say about it?" I searched her. Did she really hold no hatred or fear or bitterness towards me? How long had she known?

"Did you want me to say something else?"

"How long have you known?"

"Since we started training together." She said softly. "They needed someone to find out what happened without asking you about it, or frightening you." She grinned at me. "I was obviously the only choice… as I've said, Ibiki-sensei is scary!"

I walked over and hugged her, and she tensed at the action, and I knew it was from shock. I had very rarely hugged her before, and she was the one that had to initiate it. I didn't mind Ino touching me, but I just wasn't used to physical signs of friendship and affection. I wanted to now though.

"… Thank you pig. So much."

I could feel a smile stretching her face as it rested against mine, and she giggled softly.

"You are very welcome, forehead girl."

I pulled away from her, offering a smile. "Now, I have to go. Thanks to someone I have a certain silver haired sensei in my bed, waiting for me."

"Make it count forehead!"

Well, that had been surprisingly unexpected.

So was the empty bedroom as I swung through the window. Kakashi had told me to stay, but now wasn't here? What an asshole.

Sighing, I sat on my bed and picked up the Icha Icha case that was sat there. Well… he hadn't completely left then. He'd been waiting for this for months, and wouldn't just leave it behind. Especially if he hadn't watched it 50 times yet, or used the sharingan to commit it to memory.

"Kakashi!" I called, waiting for a response. "Kakashi?"

"Yes, Sakura?" A cool breath ran across my neck, and I realised that he was stood behind me, his lips positioned near my ear.

"I- What are, have you been outside?"

I couldn't stop the question from slipping out. He was so close, and I could easily smell the cold crisp scent of outdoors on him.

"Are you upset that I am not in your bed?"

Shit.

"Happy, actually. I don't particularly want your smell all over them."

"Hmmm…" His masked lips ran from the nape of her neck to pause at her ear. " That's not what I heard a few minutes ago."

"Yeah? What did you hear and where? I thought that you were supposed to stay here?"

"A little birdy told me that you were going to make the most of having me in your bed."

I couldn't help but shiver at the low rumble of his voice, so close to me that I could feel the vibrations against my throat as he travelled across it. "Oh, really?"

"Yes. And I was wondering exactly how you were going to do that."

His hands had been resting on my hips before, but now they moved at the same slow speed as his mouth, caressing my sides and stomach but not going anywhere higher. I knew that he was waiting (not so patiently) for a response, but I couldn't form the words to give him a verbal one.

Instead, I turned around and closed my eyes, yanking his mask down clumsily as I reached for his lips with my own. This was obviously the correct answer, as his arms came round to pull me close, so that I was surrounded by his embrace. He kissed me softly, but there was a firm pressure to his lips that definitely wanted more. Over and over he rubbed his lips against mine, capturing gone between his but he still didn't take it any further. So I decided that I had to.

The bizarre thing was, if he had been any other guy, this was our first kiss and I would actually be slightly offended, and wary of him if he tried to take it any further. But this was Kakashi, who I had known for years and trusted with my emotions, life and body. I knew that he would never hurt me, and I had wanted him for so long that I felt we were in an entirely different place to anyone I had ever been with in any way, shape, or form. I felt like he should have been the first, and this was probably what caused me to cling to him so desperately. He wasn't, and he couldn't be.

Suddenly, he pulled away a little and looked down at me questioningly, his eye roving over my features carefully, holding many emotions that I could not name. Academics were my thing, and I had never really got any good and reading people's expressions. That was Ino's forte.

"What's wrong?" He asked gently, and it confused me. Nothing was wrong, at all. I was happier now than I had possibly been my entire life, certainly since that. But he was expecting an answer that I could not give.

"What do you mean?"

He sighed. "Something's upsetting you. I can tell."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

He scrutinised me carefully for a few moment more before sighing again. " You really don't do you?"

I shook my head, and he gave up, one hand rising up to cradle my head against his shoulder.

"I know that you're hiding something from me," He whispered, his breath fanning down my back. " They chose me to be your sensei because I knew your parents fairly well - your father worked with my own, until the mission that disgraced him. I wasn't given the details of their deaths, as I was told that it may influence the way that I behave around you, and that the Hokage wanted me to look after you, Sasuke and Naruto. All he would really tell me was that all three of you were similar to myself, but you were the only one who I was not allowed to plague for answers." he pulled back a little again, to look me in the eye. "Which is a shame, because you were always the one who mattered the most."

"And Ino hasn't told you?" I checked worriedly. If Ino had told him… If he knew… Would he think of me the same way that she did? Would he pity me? Or hate me?

"I didn't ask her. I wasn't sure if she knew, or if did, how much. So I decide to just let it be. But Sakura," He was looking at me seriously again. "I am here if you need to talk."

I took back everything I said earlier about him being a nosy git. But if he'd heard that, then… "How much did you hear me talking about earlier with Ino?"

"I only caught the ending. I made sure to wait before following you, and then gradually gain on you, so that you wouldn't notice me following you. I only heard from the part where you said that you are a murderer, and Ino saying that you were avenging someone. I didn't hear any who's or when's or anything." He grinned at me. " And, of course, I heard that you should take advantage of me." He put on a wounded expression. "I am hurt that you would talk about me like that! It honestly makes me worried about what else you might say about me when I'm not there!"

"Aww, we don't plot very often…" I rolled my eyes and smirked at him. "And it's usually Ino's doing."

"Is that a plan to try and help you or me?"

"Definitely me. From what I've heard, she doesn't have anything to worry about with your love life at all."

"From what I've seen of Torao before you canned him, she didn't have anything to worry about with yours either."

"She's been in my head. Trust me, she knows a lot more than I'd like her to."

"About what you'd like to do to me?"

"… And what I'd like you to do."

He smirked, and started walking me backwards so that I was forced to lie on the bed. He tilted his head down so that he could lightly brush his face across mine. "And what exactly is so dirty that you are embarrassed that Ino knows about it?"

I feigned surprise, pulling back slightly to stare at him. "Wouldn't you rather wait and find out?"

"… Or you could tell me, and we could get on with it?"

"Argh! You want me to randomly shag a friend and former teacher, with no indication of a relationship?" I asked in a fake insulted tone. "You must be having a donkey!"

"Well, you do wanna know if I'm part donkey."

"That's not quite what I said."

He lowered his mouth, now talking around a mouthful of my earlobe. "It's very true though."

"Nah, I bet you're all talk, especially since there's been lots of it."

He pulled back with a shrug. "Yeah, it is well known that I'm nice enough to wine and dine first…" Suddenly he was off me, and stood against the window. "So I'll catch you later."

I smirked at him, and held up the DVD. "So you wont watch this with me then."

"You may find it too much temptation."

"Yeah, watching porn makes me need to masturbate. Got nothing to do with you, though."

He was back in front of me. "I'm not very good at keeping my hands to myself, dear. It has plenty to do with me."

The start of an Icha Icha movie was always subtle, so as to drag in the audience before insulting some of the prudes, and though I easily got into it, It was highly difficult not to pay any attention to the man laid far too close to me. He was doing it on purpose, lifting his hand to his hair, making sure that it ghosted near to my body on the way. It would run across my arm on the way back down. If he wanted to play this game… I would have to make sure he lost.

It wasn't that difficult to force away arousal when this was all so knew to me, the feel of someone so close to me and touching me so familiarly. It was strange, and when I forced myself into the situation objectively, it made my hair stand on end at the feel of skin near mine.

The feeling grew and grew to the point of fear and pain, and if I could get rid of it, I would gladly let him win the game. I would gladly succumb to the feeling of happiness and pleasure that only rose fully when he was around.

But I couldn't fight it down.

And I couldn't control my actions as a result.

A/N- Well that was a weird chapter. The next chapter is going to be from Kakashi's point of view, as this one was from Sakura's, and I think we'll need his view of her 'actions'. This chapter has Kakasaku progress more than anything else, but there'll be some mission type stuff coming up, too. I wanted to make this chapter as long as the last one, but I couldn't really do it with only Sakura's viewpoint. Hence why it is really short (still not as short as my beginning chapters, though).

R&R