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WARNINGS: Smut. Very detailed smut. Skip if need be.
Chapter 9 – Ducks and Dreams
His breath went ragged- heavy and thick as he thrashed and pulled against the cold metal encircling his restrained wrists holding his arms secured overhead. There was definite pain and the slack numbness of his arms but never had he felt so drowned in indefinite pleasure. He could feel her confident hands sliding up his chiseled chest, every muscle clenching and twitching underneath her fevered, demanding touch.
He closed his eyes as she kissed down the contours of his neck, languidly lavishing her tongue over his pulsating artery before encircling a delicate hand around his throat and tightened- not too strongly to hurt but just enough to let him know that he was powerless against her.
She flipped her long locks back and sat up, smirking down at the man held helpless underneath her. She repositioned herself to straddle over him. With her free hand, she reached for him and was satisfied to find his thick member ready for her, weeping at the tip with desire.
"Do you want me?" her voice husky as she slowly began to pump him; tightening and loosening her grip as she went. Her thumb grazed over his head using his own wetness to lubricate her ministrations.
"Hn.." he grunted completely incoherent to her words. He lifted his hips and began to thrust into her hand when she squeezed both his throat and manhood halting his instinctive movement.
"I said, do you want me?" she dipped down and purred into his ear as she flattened him against his stomach. With a wicked smirk decorated across her usual angelic features, she began to grind her soft, wet lips against his pleading cock.
Fuck, she felt too good. He wanted- no, he needed to be inside her. He opened his eyes, chest heaving with heavy breath and looked directly into the emerald depths of her eyes.
"Get on with it." he replied rebelliously; his eyes mischievous while the corner of his mouth turned upward in smug defiance, anxiously awaiting her fiery wrath that he silently enjoyed so much.
She pressed herself down allowing his tip to seep into her entrance and sent him a smoldering smile, self-satisfied with the punishment she had planned for him. "Get on what?"
He groaned, closing his eyes. The inferno heat from her dripping wet womanhood was driving him insane and he wasn't even fully inside of her yet. She would not allow him to be. He thrashed against her, forcing his reply in action as he tried to end his torture and enter her sweet pussy but she simply moved with him like a skilled rider to her bull. He thrust and she simply rode him perfectly not allowing his cock to move into or away from the warm lips of her entrance. She was an expert torturer. He should have known.
Opening his mismatched eyes, his breath hitched as he watched her mouth slightly open, panting, eyes hazy with lust, body shining slick with sweat, beautiful pert breasts rising and falling as she attempted to follow his movements. Although he knew he couldn't win, he couldn't help himself but watch in admiration as she moved up and down and up and down over him.
The seductress repeated once more through panting breath, "Do you want me?"
Such a simple question but admitting it aloud for some reason he knew would be akin to treason. He had no idea why, but he knew that everything about this situation was wrong. There were no facts or rules laid out for him, but he couldn't shake off this feeling that this was wrong.
He shouldn't be doing this.
She lifted herself and with a flick of her wrist she plunged the very tip of him inside her. She moaned in pleasure and he could feel her juices coat over his raging member. The heat was getting stronger and he could already feel himself throbbing with uncontrollable need that he could not stand it any longer.
Holding his cock steady with her hand, she shakily asked him again, "Do you want me?"
He never wanted anything more. He looked into the emeralds of her eyes, unable to deny her any longer.
"Yes."
It was the simple confirmation that she needed. She slid herself down his cock so painstakingly slow, inch by delicious inch filling her to the hilt. He groaned and threw his head back, unprepared by the scorching heat and convulsions of her muscles surrounding him. This was better than he could have ever imagined.
"Fuck." he cursed under his breath as she finally began to ride him- fast and hard. She slammed her body down onto him over and over and over, her breath quickening. The sounds of their rough lovemaking resonated and he relished in the sweet echo of their bodies slapping against one another.
Her hands caressed and squeezed her plump breasts and he couldn't help but feel envious. He ached to touch her sweat coated body- to bring her to the height of pleasure simply by his hands, his tongue, before finishing her off with himself. Damn these cuffs inhibiting him. He wanted more, much more of this sweet addiction.
She moaned long and hard, her voice falling into a rasp as she brought herself closer and closer to climax. Her movements became frenzied and uneven. She threw her body forward and kissed him openly, drowning her screams into his awaiting mouth. He was burning. His balls clenched, begging for release. His need to cum was overwhelming as he groaned into her mouth and pounded into her causing her body to jolt upward in repeated motion.
"Ah.. Sensei.." she moaned into his mouth and Kakashi went wide eyed.
Sensei?
Abruptly, he awoke to find himself panting. Just what in the hell was that? He needed a cold shower and fast. Just as he was about to stand, he was surprised to find himself sitting down at a desk. A large familiar desk that did not belong in his home.. He crossed his arms over his chest feeling rather confused and that's when he finally scanned his surroundings. Luckily his mask concealed his every facial expression because, without shame, his jaw dropped. He was indeed not in the safe confinements of his home.
Instead he found himself sitting in front of a huge lecture class with all several pairs of eyes watching him.
'Shit.' He sincerely hoped that he did not talk in his sleep.
"Ah, are all of you finished?" Damn. Those were the wrong words to say. "... with your book." he added slowly.
All of them but one shook their heads no, so Kakashi, with the most neutral facade displayed on his covered features, made a small gesture with his hand for them to carry on.
Pale light illuminating from her purse followed by a gentle vibration continuously kept calling her attention in exactly five minute intervals apart. Sakura tried her best to concentrate on the specimen sample she was examining but every time she heard the demanding buzz of her cell phone an involuntary twitch of her left eye would irk her without fail, thus completely and almost irreversibly ruining her concentration. For the last three hours.
Sighing, she reached begrudgingly for her purse and pulled out the source of her annoyance, pressing her phone to her ear without feeling the urgent need to check her caller identification.
"Hello, Aunt Azumi." she politely greeted, trying her best to not let the fear and irritation escape from her voice.
"Why weren't you answering your phone? I must have called you more than twenty times." a haughty, gruff voice with a mild accent sneered.
'Twenty times? That multiplied by five.' Both Sakura and Inner Sakura thought together.
"My bad, I'm at work right now." She said as kindly as she could, although, since this was a phone conversation, she openly smirked already feeling her Aunt seething.
"My bad is not a synonym for an apology, young lady! You know I hate slang. Such a detestable way of speaking! I cannot believe you were accepted into med-school with such an indecent, dirty mouth on your head."
"Let me rectify it, I apologize." Sakura cleared her throat, "By heavens, it is a complete travesty, it is I tell you! This horrid establishment won't allow me the convenience to speak on the phone right now. I am at my place of employment." she said in her best proper accent.
Azumi snorted in displeasure, but was quick to dismiss her niece's small moment of passive-aggressive rebellion. "That's no excuse. Taking important calls at work is allowed, if not mandatory, and I am certainly an important call. Or do you not like living in that nice apartment I own?
"Yes ma'am." Sakura pipped up quickly cursing herself inside for her lack of pride.
"You're late on your payment again." Azumi deadpanned.
Sakura's brows furrowed, "What? I dropped it off at your place exactly on the seventh. That's the due date you gave me. That's always been the due date."
"What time is it due?"
"There's a set time?" What was wrong with this crazy old bat?
"You know damn well there is a set time!" her Aunt yelled, "It's three in the afternoon so I could cash the check before the bank closes. You dropped it off at five."
"Not possible! That was my first day of class and I dropped it off first thing in the morning! I'm in my internship at five."
"Are you talking back?"
Sakura hesitated trying to will herself to calm down. As much as she hated this woman, she was renting her home from her. If she was kicked out there wasn't another decent place she could afford. "No ma'am." she answered, sighing.
"Always bragging about medical school and internships. You think I couldn't be a fucking doctor?" she muttered. Sakura replied a very audible 'No', but it went unnoticed by Azumi, "Anyways, you're late. And if you're late again you're out on your ass. You better believe it."
"Yes ma'am."
"Make sure of it." With that she abruptly hung up leaving Sakura ready to throw her phone.
How dare this crazy, old woman talk to her this way? Usually she would have never tolerated this from anyone, but what could she do? That damned apartment was the glue that kept them together. If only she didn't enjoy the comfort it brought her and, of course, the neighbors she had. As soon as she was making a substantial living the first thing she was going to do was apartment hunting.
Another buzz from her cellphone pulled her from her thoughts and mechanically she answered. "Is there anything else?" she closed her eyes and massaged the bridge of her nose awaiting the next horrible thing her Aunt had to tell her.
"Yes, mind if we eat before we go out tonight? I'm almost done finishing up my last class and I'm feeling a bit peckish."
She could feel her mood instantly brighten. The warm tenor sound was like salve to her wounds. "Sorry, I thought you were someone else. That would be amazing. I want something either really salty, oily or sweet."
"Ah, bad day?"
"You have no idea."
"Let's get a hot dog later."
"Deal." Sakura giggled, listening to his weird pronunciation. She was definitely feeling infinitely better already. "Hey, aren't you suppose to be teaching a class right now?"
"You caught me. I think I have to get going. It looks like most of them are almost finished with the book I assigned them to read this period. They are quick."
"You didn't..."
"I didn't do what?"
"You did, didn't you."
"I feel like you already know the answer."
"Please tell me you didn't make them read Icha Icha for the last three hours.."
"Of course.." Kakashi paused, "I did. What better way to learn genetics? Two people combining chromosomes with a dramatic setting? It's entertaining and helpful, not to mention, much more exciting for all of us."
Sakura was too stunned for words.
"I could practically feel your disapproving glare through the phone. One of these days you're going to read this series and regret every ill thought you had of me." he scolded lightheartedly.
"You know.." Sakura shook her head shrugging, "I honestly have nothing to say."
"Because I'm right."
"There really isn't anything to say."
"So, see you at six?"
"Yeah, see you then."
For the first time in his life Kakashi arrived early. And not just five minutes early. No. He arrived a full hour earlier than the time he told Sakura. Very unlike himself, but he was already doing many things he wouldn't really care to do.
"Pakkun, I'm going to sit on that bench over there. Come back when you're done with your business and please don't spend too much time with the ladies. We're eating dinner soon." he instructed the pug before letting him off the leash.
He sat down and took out his trusty, little novel out of habit, but his attentions were not on the delightful, familiar words he enjoyed so much. The reason for coming early was so he could mentally prepare himself to not be a dirty, old man. Although the other night was just a mild reaction, it was still an unwanted reaction.
Granted, she was laying on top of him, between his legs, her beautiful, exquisite body pressed against his in contoured perfection-
Kakashi forcibly blinked. He really needed to stop doing this to himself. And he knew it was all him! She wasn't coming on to him- he already knew what that felt like- so what the hell was his problem?
He thought he was already over this. They had kissed, he accepted it, and he got over it. At least, he thought he did. These were the proper steps, but why couldn't he graduate from these perpetual cravings? Did it really come to this? All his hard work to push his indecent thoughts away only to be completely disregarded and forgotten because of one, small incident?
Okay, maybe it wasn't hard work. He did avoid her, a fact he could deny to the world, but not to himself. And that time apart did help. But now she was going to help him with his quest in this world. Kakashi was not oblivious to the fact that this meant indefinite time with one another.
Was more time with her going to generate more of these disturbing thoughts? Of bodies intertwined, rough hands.. handcuffs..
Kakashi pressed his palm to his forehead, willing his thoughts to remain steady. He had only been sitting at that bench ten minutes and he had lost control twice. She wasn't even there and he lost his control twice. He was never a man to lose his control twice.
And that dream earlier! That was the icing on the cake. Talk about crossing the line. Of course he knew that he couldn't control his dreams but he couldn't help but feel so guilt-ridden.
The only thing he could deduce was that there was something seriously wrong with him. How could he dream something so vivid and naughty? And fuck, it felt so damn..
Wrong.
He did consider himself to be perverted at times, who wasn't, but the women in his fantasies weren't usually his students. This was wrong. Very, very, very wrong.
So there he sat, chanting in his head that he should not be attracted to Sakura. He should not want to do things with/to her. That he would not be a pervert and that he was better than this.
Even when Pakkun returned after his little walk of freedom throughout the park, Kakashi was still too preoccupied with readying himself to notice. He did not stop until the familiar scent of vanilla and strawberries wafted his senses.
"I took the liberty of buying these bad boys for us." Sakura sat joyfully next to him, handing him two foil wrapped meals.
'Bad boys?' Wrong choice of words for that moment. That was certainly what he was feeling like right now. A bad, bad boy who needed to be severely punish-
"You didn't have to." he forced an eye crinkle while taking her offering, trying his very best to act natural. "But thanks."
"No problem. Don't think I forgot that you paid last time."
"How thoughtful of you for remembering." his smile was beginning to pain him, "Where are we off to tonight? Are they dog friendly?" he asked unwrapping the hot dog and placing it in front of the pug.
She laughed, "I think we may have to drop off this little guy later. We're going to a place that I always seem to have fun at." she opened up the web browser on her phone and showed Kakashi the homepage of the establishment.
With one miniscule glance Kakashi already came up with his conclusion of the place. "I'm not going."
There was a picture of bright lights, rides and games with happy people parading about the place and, already, he began to have horrible flashbacks of Wizneyland again.
"Don't worry, it's not an amusement park. Well, it sort of is, but more for adults. It's basically an arcade with a full bar and only those of age can go. It's fun. They have miniature golf."
"They will have beer.." he said the statement in almost a question like manner.
"Two words. Open. Bar." she smiled all-knowingly, fully aware of what his next move would be.
Immediately he replied, "Well, if you insist." he had no idea what miniature golf was, but the idea of an open bar sounded promising. It couldn't be too bad, could it? "I did say that you would get to choose the first experiment."
"This is going to be one amazing night for you, Kakashi." Sakura winked before opening her mouth and taking a large bite of her hot dog, and without a second thought, Kakashi felt himself instinctively follow with his eyes as the long, thick hot dog entered her innocent, awaiting mouth. It was almost second nature for his eyes to watch her do this. Forcibly willing himself to calm down again, he began to chant his mantra in his head.
He should not be attracted to Sakura. He should not want to do things with/to her. That he would not be a pervert and that he was better than this.
They were never eating cylinder shaped foods together ever again.
Lying in bed, Kakashi closed his eyes, repeating to himself again for the seventh time that hour, that in five more minutes he'd think about getting ready. The day was already filled with so much thinking. He just didn't have the energy for tonight. His brain was already completely scattered with inappropriate thoughts followed by the mantra he originated earlier. So, in other words, it was okay to be late tonight.
He had to control himself. There was only twenty more minutes till he had to encounter Sakura again today, and he had to react normally to her now, instead of some hormonal, horny teenager. Which he certainly wasn't.
A light ding from his cellphone called his attention and he apathetically responded. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out, unlocking the screen as he squinted an eye open to read his text message. Kakashi suddenly felt his heart drop. Did the screen display the name, 'Spirit Guide'?
Quickly, he opened the message to find a single sentence that did not really brighten up his mood. He rolled his eyes and sighed. Of course, from the great Mylan this message would contain very deep, meaningful bouts of advice dripping, especially being the first ever text message Kakashi ever received from the mystical man.
'Control isn't very fun. - Mylan'
Kakashi placed his phone down by his side, refusing to indulge the old man, when another ding vibrated. Fully knowing that he shouldn't check it, he fought against his better judgment and picked it up.
'You should do what you find fun instead of denying yourself from what you want to do. What do you like to do for fun, Hatake?'
'Shogi, hiking, traveling throughout different dimensions, I don't like it all.'
'I'm going to pretend I didn't read that. :) I felt your aura fluctuate from time to time today and wanted to give you some moral support.'
'Appreciated.' came his one word response.
'Well, I believe Sakura will be at your door in less than thirty seconds. I do suggest you get ready, boy. Oh, and might I add, please refrain from using the needle this evening.'
Please.. refrain.. from using the needle. Right.
Kakashi released his breath coolly- the one he had been holding in the whole entire car ride. Quickly, he unfastened his seat belt and exited the blasted car.
"I cannot believe you convinced me to be the designated driver." Sakura repeated for the third time that night while closing the car door.
"It makes the most sense that I'd be the one to have the full experience of this place since I know more about this project and what to look for." he shrugged trying to play off the pain in his lower back like it wasn't there. Her driving didn't get any better since the last time.
"While I sort of understand your excuse, you seem to forget a pretty big factor about K.C. There is public transportation everywhere!" she complained.
"Sakura," he addressed concerned, "You're beginning to sound like an alcoholic." he smiled.
"Tch." she playfully elbowed his arm, "You're damn right. I need a drink after I had a day like today."
'Me too.' he agreed. Because of what happened the last time both of them were intoxicated he decided it was best if she remained sober tonight hence his tolerating her driving again- something he was planning to never do. And drinking belligerently wasn't his goal for tonight, quite the opposite. He wanted them both to be sober. He was, of course, going to have a beer or two,- that wasn't going to harm anyone. But with how nuts his subconscious was, he was fearful of adding obscene amounts of alcohol to the mix on both parties.
Walking into the large two story building Kakashi was surprised to find a decently long line in front of the front desk. Beeping sounds of various pitches were heard all around him, colorful lights flashed in random sequence, the aroma of greasy food hung in the air and many people ran around with drinks in their hand from one game to another. All and all, it didn't look too bad as long as there was beer involved. He was a simple man.
The line moved quickly because of Sakura's incessant chatter. She spent a significant amount of time explaining which games she liked, how to play them the best way, and why they were so superior to all the other games.
He tried his best to pay attention but as they approached closer to the front desk, right there in his line of view was a beautiful, curvacious blonde with her cleavage spilling out of her ever so small uniform. Kakashi looked around him and was pleasantly surprised to find that all of the servers were good looking females dressed in scanty clothing. How wonderful for him that he had a distraction. If he focused on them he wouldn't have to concentrate on the fact that Sakura chose to wear her nice jeans. The ones that rode low on her flared hips and hugged her ass so tightly it left nothing to the imagination. Ironically these were her 'comfortable' jeans since they were quite stretchy as she often said. Lucky for him she wore a loose cardigan so he was blind to the upper half of her body. And he wasn't going to imagine what was underneath. No sir. Not when a sea of boobs were swimming around him.
"That'll be fifty dollars." the blonde woman batted her eyes playfully at him, outstretching her teeny hand to accept payment.
Without hesitation Sakura placed her card into the awaiting palm of the other woman's before Kakashi could pull out his wallet.
"Since you are letting me in on this and it was my choice to come here, it's on me." she smiled at him while signing her receipt.
"I wasn't complaining." he returned her smile before turning away. He needed to continue to look away.
Sakura picked up the mug of tokens that the cashier gave her. "Come on, perv. I know which game we should play first."
"Perv?" Did she notice him stealing a few glances at her ass earlier? Was he making it obvious? Impossible.
"You may think your slick but even if you're not directly staring you're looking out of the corner of your eye. Or reflected surfaces, I'm sure." she smirked at him. Sweat began to bead down his forehead as a beautiful brunette skipped right by spilling pitchers of beer on her exposed breasts as she went. "Hell, I'm even looking. It's one of the top two reasons why my boys love this place."
Oh, thank Kami. She meant other women! He smiled feeling his confidence regain, "What's the other reason?"
"Buffet."
"Ah."
"Let's go." she smiled deviously while hooking her arm in his in a death-grip, only to ensure that escape from this place without her knowledge was not possible.
Kakashi turned his head and sighed as she dragged him excitedly around the establishment. Throughout the many twists and turns she made his onyx eye encountered many more spilling breasts from small tops, but he couldn't help but feel pathetic and a bit sad. With all these barely dressed women around, his sole attention was on the soft brush of modest, covered breast on his arm from a woman he should not pay any attention to.
And, of course, his discomfort went completely unnoticed by Sakura. Finally she stopped in front of a tall machine with a large red button in the middle, a panel of numbers starting from one to twenty-five and two other bright yellow buttons that read 'Do it' and 'Don't do it'. The screen in front of them displayed women holding brief cases with numbers on top of them.
A cart went rolling by them with drinks in tow and Kakashi naturally picked one up because he was feeling that he was going to need it.
"The objective of the game is to try to eliminate the cases with the lowest numbers. The fifty is our goal, got it? I'll explain to you the rest of the stuff as we play." she popped in two tokens into the game and slammed the large red button that ignited the game.
"Seems simple enough."
"Pick a number." Sakura instructed.
He looked at the screen and saw that it consisted of a plethora of relatively good looking women holding numbered cases. "I'm suppose to guess?"
"Yup."
Without hesitation he answered. "Seventeen"
"Oooh! I was thinking that too. Do you have a feeling about that number?"
"Ah, well," he shrugged taking sip from his cup, "I just picked the least attractive girl."
Sakura rolled her eyes, "Of course." she pressed the number and Kakashi watched as number seventeen walked away followed by the rest of the other women. Suddenly all of the remaining brief cases all opened at once revealing the numbers concealed inside of them before closing and shuffling around in a frenzy.
"What's going on?" he asked, never taking his eye off the screen.
"They're mixing it up so we won't know what's inside the boxes."
"I suppose most people don't have my eyesight."
"Impossible.." With scrutiny, Sakura looked him over with squinted eyes.
His lack of response and how his visible eye completely focused unrelentingly on the still screen before them made her almost believe him. But she had to know better, right?
"Impossible." she repeated again, this time with more conviction. "You're quick but not that quick. No one is capable of seeing all that. It's all moving so it's blurry."
"I'm that quick." he said so nonchalantly that something inside her lit ablaze. She was such a competitive creature.
".. Wanna make a bet?" her voice low and full of unnecessary determination.
A strange sensation filled him. Was it fear? Dread? Or a horrible hybrid of both emotions with a tinge of laziness concocted since he knew that whatever was going on in that exceptionally intelligent brain of hers, he didn't want any part of it. No part whatsoever. "What kind of bet?"
"I bet that you won't win the case with the fifty tickets at the end. If you don't then we get to go on a ride of my choosing." she shrugged as if it were the most simple gamble ever, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to this.
Whatever it was it couldn't be too bad. He already knew the exact position of that case even if he didn't want to know so his success was already in the bag. All he had to do was reach in and pull it out. But it really wasn't fair to her since he had abilities more refined than most in this dimension. Oh well. There was no way he would go on whatever ride she had in mind even if he had no idea what it was. And he could use this bet to his advantage. "And if I win I get to choose what we do for the rest of the night."
"Deal. But let's spice things up a bit." her eyes flashed a sort of mania with the idea of challenging him, "Start from the lowest possible number and go up." she said cockily. If he didn't know better.. actually, he did know better- his little adorable student was gloating. She was gloating already even before he tried anything. It was kind of cute.
Her naivety was fueling his desire to win. It wasn't everyday that he had the chance to trick his favorite student. Sai and Naruto were just too easy- but Sakura, on the other hand, stopped falling for it when she was twelve. That's when the teasing began.
"How 'bout we take this a little further?" he said with subtle underlining of a provocation underneath his casual tone.
"Go on."
"I'll win this game by your terms in under three minutes. And along with my prize I'm going to add Pakkun walking duties for the next month." He loved his dog, he really did, but he had never had to physically take Pakkun out to use the bathroom before. It was really inconvenient and the nights were getting rather chilly.
Without a second thought, she extended her hand with a sly smile on her face. "Then I get a wish too. Deal?"
"What wish?"
"That's the best part. You won't know till I win."
"That's not fair. What if I don't want to do it?"
"Pakkun duties plus whatever you want to do tonight versus my ride and wish. Honestly, mine are much more short-term punishments."
"You do have a point.."
"Deal?" she repeated again with a mischievous glint in her eye that she wasn't making any attempts to hide.
The corner of his mouth curved upward as he felt the ferocity radiate from this woman. "Deal." he replied calmly.
'How could something so small be so frightening?' he often thought to himself.
Suddenly, the game started with bright lights and loud noises beeped and dinged from the machine. The proctor instructed him to choose a box and Kakashi instinctively chooses the case containing the lowest number. "We're starting with four because I got rid the case with two."
Sakura rolled her eyes, "Wow, you're so good." she praised sarcastically.
In less than twenty seconds he had successfully picked the cases in consecutive order leaving Sakura shocked, her mouth hanging open.
He smiled at her and turned to life her chin with his thumb as she glared. "Pakkun likes the park two blocks away from the building." With confidence he pressed the button containing the case with twenty four when a ringing sound came from the machine that gave him a slight startle.
The proctor told him that the banker, or whatever, wanted to make a deal with him to either keep playing or take ten tickets. What a useless question!
Kakashi's eyes panicked when he noticed this intervention took precisely twenty-five seconds and quickly he pressed the 'Don't do it' button. He looked Sakura's way and frowned at her smug expression.
"You're cheating."
"No I'm not. I can't help what the game does."
"But you knew.. You knew that this would happen." his calm accusing tone made her feel so warm and accomplished.
"Hurry! You have two minutes left to play." she urged uselessly.
Kakashi sighed and mechanically pressed the button containing the next case. But this time he played with less urgency, languidly playing the game without making any mistake. He knew if every five or so boxes had an interruption from this so-called 'banker' there was no way, no chance he could finish the game in under three minutes.
Damn his cockiness. Damn this conniving, little minx. She knew he wouldn't win. Well, at least the longer he played this game the longer it would take to do whatever the hell she wanted to do so he waited till the last second each turn allowed him. He wasn't usually a petty man, but as he felt the little hairs on the back of his neck stood on end from feeling her smirking behind him, he reacted proudly out of spite.
Sakura couldn't help but feel impressed as he finally picked the right box containing the fifty tickets. It took him five minutes to finish the game.
"Wow. I guess I was wrong. You are that quick." she praised, but she couldn't help the smug tone that escaped her. She had just won, after all.
"Hn."
"Now we get to do whatever I want to do, right?"
"Hn."
"And you have to promise to grant my wish."
"... Hn."
"I'll take that as a solemn vow."
Kakashi remained silent, his masked face expressionless as he tried to swallow his pride.
"Oh, you don't have to get all sulky. Whatever tickets we win tonight, you can choose whatever prize you want."
For some reason that small consolation wasn't enough to make him feel less had. "They better have the best prizes."
"I'm sure they do.." she looked down a little worried knowing full well that they didn't. "Come on, let's play a few more games before we head outside to do the rides. We get to do my favorite thing, remember?"
How could he forget? With a deep sigh, he allowed her to drag him to the next game. This time, not really caring about her bosom brushing up against his arm every left turn they made.. At least, not caring that much.
Sakura learned that Kakashi wasn't kidding when he admitted to her at Wizneyland that it really wasn't fair if he played games. He excelled in everything and received perfect scores. His aiming was inhumane with incredible precision and speed she couldn't help but gawk and feel a little guilty for deceiving, quite possibly, the best gamer she had ever witnessed. Every game they had played he had set high scores so impossibly high that by the fourth college boy that had cried tears of frustration she decided it was time to head outside where the fun, little rides were.
"I'm not really one for rides.."
"Kami, I can't even fit all the tickets you won into my purse."
"Perhaps we could try to brainstorm something we both would enjoy?"
"I think you're actually able to get a cool prize. Like a lava lamp or bubble machine." she giggled imagining Kakashi really picking those items.
He sighed, knowing that she was purposely ignoring him.
"Come on, it's not going to be that bad." she flashed him a radiant smile before grabbing his hand and forcing him to sprint to where ever it was that she was taking him. And, despite his great reluctance to go on whatever contraption she planned to strap him into, looking down at his enclosed hand, he didn't feel that bad anymore.
"Here we are!"
Again, for the second time that day, his jaw dropped. There he stood in line right before of a fairly large pool of water with motorized, inflatable duck boats floating atop the cerulean water. Just what kind of hell was he transported to?
"Bumper boats!" she answered as if she read his mind.
"What exactly is.. the point of this ride?"
"We each get a boat and start ramming each other with it." she spoke as if it should be obvious what kind of ride this was.
"I see.. Well, I don't think I should go on this. Seems like a few of our friends from earlier are going to be joining us," he used his elbow to discreetly point out the college boys that he had frustrated earlier, "If I win again, I'm sure there will be trouble of some sort." he finished, praising himself inwardly for such a viable excuse.
Sakura giggled, "No one wins."
'Damnit.' he swore to himself.
"Think of it as violence in a controlled setting where getting hurt is really near impossible. It helps with stress."
"Helps it go up or down?" he furrowed his eyebrows, already feeling this ride, this bumper boat ride, affect his stress levels.
Just as Sakura was about to give her scientific explanation of bumper boats and its correlation to stress, the line had moved and it was now their turn.
"Yes!" she exclaimed happily as the worker allowed them pass the rope and up the stairs. Sakura took off running.
Kakashi sighed, shaking his head before following the girl. Walking up the stairs he was surprised to see little cubbyholes for them to place their things. He wasn't surprised to see that Sakura was already way ahead of everyone else, quickly putting away her purse, her slippers and her cardigan. Wait, she took off her sweater?
Exhaling in relief, he was pleased to see that she was wearing a black top. Albeit a bit snug for a plain cotton crew-neck shirt, but he was relieved to know that she wasn't wearing white to a ride that he was sure involved getting wet.
"You're going to want to remove your coat, too." she winked at him as she hurriedly ran to choose her boat before anyone else had a chance to. Taking his time, he removed his coat and made a last minute decision to remove his shoes as well. He didn't want to ruin them after all.
Walking to the edge of the pool he almost laughed out loud to see that Sakura had chosen the only black duck boat out of all the brightly colored ones around. She hardly wore neutral colors, and he was fairly certain she almost always choose red when something in color mattered. It probably had to do with the mechanics of the beast. Usually he was the one who went for whatever was easiest on the eyes, meaning grays, blacks and whites, but sadly he was forced with the last boat left for the pickings- the only hot pink duck covered with paisley print in large form. He was sure it was causing his head to ache.
"Don't be fooled by appearances, Kakashi. That one is pretty fast. Not as fast as ol' Kunai here, but, that'd definitely be my second choice." Sakura genuinely reassured, giving him a thumbs up.
"I'm guessing it's not your first time here." he said bemused.
"Look, buddy. It doesn't matter about age, sex, religion or race when it comes to bumper boats. It is awesome and will always be awesome."
"Okay, I want a clean fight between all of you. Arms and legs within your boat and no physical contact allowed." called out the young female worker wearing that delightful uniform.
"That's what she said!" called out one a frat boy currently giving air-high fives to his surrounding friends for his latest success.
"Why is that funny?" Kakashi asked puzzled.
Sakura laughed at his naivety, "It isn't. Well, it usually is, but not in this case."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Okay, folks! On your mark. Get set. Go!" cheered the worker and all of a sudden Kakashi was completely caught off guard as Sakura and another boat next to him rammed and squished his little ducky boat.
"Oh, no." he said apathetically, staring blankly at the chaos around him.
"Start driving that thing, Kakashi!" Sakura giggled. Suddenly, she did the unimaginable. Before he could stop it, before he could breathe something along the lines as stop, a jet of water blasted him straight in the face. "Whoops. Seems like you didn't know that happened." she smiled with satisfaction as she drove her boat away, hoping he'd chase her.
Wiping his face he quickly scanned the controls to and fro but the only thing in his line of view was a steering wheel. Where did the water come from? And why was it so strong? He looked around him and saw that the others were pressing in the dead center of their wheel and hesitantly he experimented and pressed it. He cringed. The water shot out from the ducks mouth.
"Damnit." he cursed under his breath. Well, there was no turning back now. He was already here. Kakashi pulled out clear saran wrap from his pocket and his trusted book, lounged backward and allowed his boat to float over the clear, cerulean pool. It wasn't that bad as long as he dodged the water which he did very well. Soon the others were figuring out that he wasn't exactly the life of this party so they moved on, leaving him alone to enjoy the waves of the water, comfortably- or as comfortably as he could get in a boat shaped as a duck.
How long did this ride last for? After a few minutes he was starting to hope for a little bit more time out there. It was kind of nice. Of course he heard Sakura yelling obscenities his way but it eventually died down as she became preoccupied with destroying everyone else around her.
"Kakashi!" he heard her muffled scream. Immediately concerned, he snapped his book shut as he looked towards the direction of where the scream came from. To his dismay, he found Sakura cornered by a group of young men who wouldn't stop their onslaught of water guns on her.
Kakashi narrowed his eyes. They were only spraying her in one particular area- an area that he had been avoiding looking at for the past week. His protective instincts blazed inside his core as he felt himself instinctively get ready for battle.
"Take off your shirt!" yelled one of the idiots and instantly Kakashi stuffed his book into his pocket and did the first thing that came to his mind- he drove the ducky boat.
"Assholes! You guys better fucking stop if you know what's good for you!" Sakura threatened, but they mercilessly did not cease their fire. If only she had eight guns with her, they would be dead by her own hands!
Kakashi was getting frustrated. No matter how much he stepped on the gas he seemed to go at a pathetic speed and he had to get there fast! That was it. There was no point in driving this blasted, plastic animal. He stood, balancing perfectly in the unstable boat, and without any warning, he gracefully leaped into the air and landed onto a neighboring stranger's boat.
"Sir! Please get back to your boat!" yelled the worker.
"What the hell is your problem?" screamed the terrified little boy as he looked up at the strange, silver-haired man invading his space.
Kakashi ignored them all, his mine concentrated on one particularly clumsy, headstrong woman in need of his help, and with incredible speed he leaped onto boat after boat, frightening everyone around him, until he landed onto his target- one of her attackers.
"What the fuck, dude?" yelled the brunette, butch man who victimized his Sakura.
"When a woman advises you to stop, you should stop." It was the eerie lull before the storm. Those who knew of the infamous Copy Nin were also aware of his austere speeches before unleashing the demon inside. After all, his enemy had to be informed why he was going to physically teach them a lesson.
Kakashi reached into his pocket and pulled something out languidly. The brunette stared up at him horrified. There was Kakashi, smiling his regular eye-crinkled smile, with a small needle displayed in between his pointer finger and thumb.
'Please refrain from using the needle this evening.' the warning flashed behind his eyes, but they went ignored.
"You won't.." said the man in quiet disbelief.
"I think we both know what's going to happen." And in an instant he popped the raft, stabbing the needle and dragging it to slash the plastic material. Once satisfied with his job well done, Kakashi proceeded on repeating the same sequence of motion on all of the rafts that surrounded Sakura, all in the blink of an eye, frightening everyone in the vicinity.
Feeling her boat slightly lean to the left and all the spraying stop, Sakura creaked open an eye and she couldn't help but gape at the sight before her. To simply say she was shocked was the biggest understatement of the century.
"Help us!" screamed one of her torturers as he struggled to float on his failing raft. All eight of her attackers were currently trying to stay afloat over the water, with her beloved ducky boats sinking to an inevitable doom. Every person around her had a panicked-stricken expression all looking her direction, but not directly at her. She began to feel her blood pressure rise.
Sakura looked to her left and was not surprised to see a calm Kakashi balancing skillfully on her boat, reading as if nothing happened. Of course.
"What did you do?" she glared murderously at him, her brows scrunched, the bottom lids of her eyes puffed, nostrils flaring and mouth parted as she breathed heavily through her teeth. And he did the worse thing he could do at that moment. Kakashi kept an innocent expression, shrugging his shoulders casually, with his onyx eye still focused on the page he was on.
"Oh, he did enough." answered a female worker, currently looking down at them from the ledge of the pool with her arms crossed, tapping her right foot repeatedly.
"I cannot believe you got us banned. Banned!" screamed Sakura, walking furiously toward her apartment. Kakashi followed her slowly, hands in pockets, appearing completely unaffected by the thought of never being allowed to enter the premises of that place, but in all actuality he was fighting off a smirk.
He had been listening to her scolding on the way to the car, the ride home- which she decided to drive aimlessly to yell at him more- while parking the car, in the elevator and now in front of their apartments. And for some odd reason, he was okay with this. He did what he had to do. And for some reason, he found himself slightly praising himself for unleashing the beast inside her. Something he knew he shouldn't be taking pleasure from but couldn't stop himself even if he tried..
They both currently stood in front of their doors and although Kakashi felt a tug inside him to escape the verbal onslaught inside the safe confinements of his apartment, he was feeling another tug that he had been pushing deep down inside him all night. He had been fighting, resisting, avoiding this damned tug inside the pits of him, all. night.
Perhaps it was the slight adrenaline rush from his valiant, successful attempt to save her, the unfair way she won the bet that he found undoubtedly clever, or perhaps it was because she was currently standing in front of him still damp from head to toe, her dark shirt outlining the curve of her perfectly rounded breasts as they heaved with angry breath, and her deep, emerald eyes lit with a fire he felt himself crave more and more of.
An angry Sakura was becoming more intriguing to him by the day, but it was slowly turning into something much, much more than intriguing.
Simply dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, hardly showing any skin, and all she had to do was be angry for him to be compelled to find every reason to be drawn to her.
"They were overreacting. I doubt they would try to stop us if we go there again." he exposed eye trailed openly over her voluptuous figure unashamed, and he knew she was far too busy yelling to pay attention to anything he was doing. And spending this much time with his new found obsession began to crack his resolve.
"You practically destroyed all the boats!" she charged forward a step closer and looked up at his towering figure, unafraid.
Kakashi resisted the urge to take a step forward closer to her. "There was a good number of them left.."
"Our pictures are displayed on a board!" she pointed an angry finger to him and poked him in the chest.
He fisted his hands inside his pockets to prevent him from grabbing that delicate hand and pulling her up against him. "We could wear disguises the next time."
"There will be no next time!" she yelled, her voice growing horse.
He felt starved, in absolute need of something that he didn't know how to satisfy without going at odds with himself. If only she would stop looking at him like that.. "I was looking forward to cashing in all the tickets we won.."
She glared at him, "Please do not be a smart ass right now." Digging in her purse, she looked frantically for her keys, turning away from him."I threw away all the tickets you won, anyways."
"We'll win more next time." He needed to see her eyes- that vibrant wildfire of jade.
"There will be no next time!" she snapped.
He could feel his restrain crumble even more. "Sakura."
"I'm never asking you for help again! I was calling for reinforcement, not for you to do what you did! What do you have against bumper boats anyways? You destroyed the best ride ever! And to top it all off, we are banned for life. I cannot believe it! My boys and I have been going there since-" she rambled, her anger finally reaching its peak of incoherency.
Unconsciously, he took a step closer to her, unable to help himself any longer, "Sakura."
"You stab pens in people in your sleep. Of course I should have known you'd be a Macgyver and carry needles with you to pop things."
"Sakura."
She finally pulled out her keys and moved to open her door when they were suddenly plucked from her.
"Give them back!" she commanded, swiftly turning to face him but the Kakashi she was expecting- a smug expression paired with a mischievous glint in his exposed, onyx eye- was not awaiting her.
A soft, surprised gasp escaped her as she looked up to find his solid, large frame towering less than a few inches away from her. He stared down at her with intensity, silver locks damp falling over his eyes. The warmth of his breath practically bruised her with how deep he was breathing. She shuddered, a reaction she couldn't help. Her previous anger slowly seeping away with a new kind of feeling arising, coiling beneath her skin.
Her pink hair was still dripping wet, mascara smudged around her eyes, and the way she looked at him was changing. Within their smoldering depths he saw a shadow of confusion and was that excitement?
She shivered as she looked up into the deep darkness of his dark eye and despite him fighting off every urge, every forbidden thought inside of him, he found her absolutely breathtaking. A beautiful women filled with so much passion and all of it was targeted towards him at this very moment. With his spare hand he brought a calloused thumb to caress over her cheek wiping away the dark make up dripping down.
He felt as though he was not himself. As if he were possessed, unable to control his actions. His thumb resting on her cheek moved lower and slowly he ran the digit across the plush, bottom of her cherry lips, featherlight. The skin was much softer than he remembered- akin to the velvety smoothness of newly bloomed petals. Kakashi could not take his eyes off them.
Sakura's breath hitched. Unable to form words, she couldn't question why let alone try to reason what brought her in this situation. All she could feel was him- his dark, intent gaze upon her, his achingly soft touch- there was a certain hunger in his eyes that made her knees weak.
Then he moved closer and if all be damned she couldn't help but grow more confused and.. aroused.
She glared and took a step back while this masculine epitome of a man followed. Sakura found herself sandwiched between her door and the hard reality of his divine body a centimeter from her own. She breathed, forcing herself to remain calm as she fought all apprehension and bravely forced herself to look up and meet his gaze. He was calm, his face expressionless but his stalking stare- it pierced her with an intensity she had never witnessed. Despite her courage, she was trembling all over.
The corner of his mouth curved up, satisfied by the defiant glare she was giving him. He leaned down.
She could feel warmth and tingles beside the left side of her face, his breath ragged against her neck- strong and powerful, like a feral beast before claiming its prey. One hand was still resting on her cheek while the other moved to clutch the door knob behind her.
And then she closed her eyes simply from the reaction of how delirious he was making her feel.
"I'm sorry." his voice low, barely above a whisper.
What did he say? The pounding of her heart resonated through her, senses on high. Then with a loud click of a door unlocking, the warmth surrounding her disappeared. She opened her eyes to find her door wide open and Kakashi standing a few feet away from her, holding his thumb up.
"I was wiping this off. You have make up on your face." he said kindly with an eye-crinkled smile. Sakura quickly touched below her eye and wiped, feeling the murky texture of dried mascara on her skin. Then she averted her eyes back to his thumb and sure enough the black evidence was displayed all over it. In one swift movement he tossed her keys and clumsily she caught them still dazed out of her mind.
"I'll apologize for today. I'll ensure our next project will end more favorable.. for the both of us. I'm actually alright with being banned. Good night, Sakura." and with that he was gone. Sakura could barely tell if he went into his apartment or jumped out the window. Hell, she could barely breathe let alone worry about what the hell that confusing man was up to.
What just happened?
A/N: :D That was fun.