I've started my own South Park story! It has six chapters, but I'm not sure if it's any good yet.
Oh well. On to blackmail.
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"Say sensei-"
"Yeah Sakura?"
"Before, when I managed to throw you and then stomped on you-"
Kakashi looked at the pinkette out of the corner of his eye. "What about it?" He asked curiously.
"Well, I was just thinking that if you really hadn't wanted to talk about the jutsu you had placed on Naru, you would have managed to take control of the situation when I threw you. You are an elite shinobi after all. Ranking right up there with Lady Tsunade. Which is what makes me wonder...why did you allow me to throw you?"
"It doesn't matter." Kakashi said as he picked up speed. Sakura subconsciously did the same, keeping pace with him with little effort.
"I think it matters. Don't tell me that the great Hatake Kakashi is so distracted-Erk!" Sakura was cut off when Kakashi suddenly turned and clothelined her with his arm then before she could even hit the ground, he grabbed her by the front of her shirt and flipped her in a similar fashion to how she'd flipped him before. The only difference was that before anything else could happen, she found herself on her feet again with her eyes tightly closed.
A shiver worked it's way down her spine as she cracked open her eyes and looked at her former sensei's face. He was just standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, an impassive look on his masked face. He would have been completely calm if not for the anger rolling off of him in waves so intense that they could have knocked her over.
"You know I get really sick of the people in the village referring to me as the 'great' Hatake, and shit. You all make it sound as if I should be an elite killer at every hour of every day. Has it ever occurred to anyone that once I'm in the village gates and I'm done with my work that I'm just like any other person? That I drop my guard. I get distracted- Hell no. No one seems to realise that it's impossible to be an elite killer all the time without losing pieces of your mind and soul and you know what, Sakura... You can go on home. I'll take care of my wife myself and if you ever refer to me as the elite something or other when I'm a human just like everyone else in this village- then don't ever show your face to me again. Or I just might hurt you."
His voice didn't change the entire time he spoke, showed no signs of wavering.
Jesus, he really was pissed at her for what she had said, wasn't he? The question she couldn't figure out though was why. She watched him leave and thought for a moment before silently swearing as it occurred to her what she'd done wrong.
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Naru finally made it to the bathroom despite the fact that her legs were refusing to work right and she was dripping something through her panties that she just knew she'd have to clean up later and used the facilities.
However once she sat down she realised that she didn't actually have to go to the bathroom yet. There was no preassure coming from her bladder at all. Which meant that whatever the liquid staining the inside of her thighs and legs was- it wasn't urine.
Naru was only a little bit relieved by this fact. But not much.
She sat there for a while thinking, trying to figure out what was wrong with her when she recalled Kakashi pumping some of his chakra into her last night during their mind blowing bout of sex. Could he have been using some sort of jutsu to help her enjoy their time together?
It was a distinct possibility considering how nervous she'd been as he'd dragged her out of the bathroom last night. Maybe he'd thought that enhansing what she felt during sex would help her get used to what was to come.
She had so many speculations about it but that didn't stop her from checking to make sure that the chakra from last night wasn't somehow reacting with the mark he'd placed on her months ago.
She looked down at her chest at the mark and noted that it wasn't glowing or burning or anything. So the chakra from last night couldn't be reacting to the mark. Which meant that it was reacting to something else.
Which in turn meant that Kakashi had himself some explaining to do once he came home. And he'd better make it good or she'd hurt him badly.
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Elsewhere in the village Sauske lay on her back on a rickety, dirty cot in nothing but a soft cotton shirt that didn't even reach her waist as she heard the faint sounds of the steel door down the hall opening and heard the faint murmmers of greeting from one of the Anbu to Lady Tsunade as she stepped through the door and walked down the hall to Sauske's cell.
The click of her heels announcing her presence as she stopped outside of Sauske's cell and asked in a smug tone, "And how is our village whore today?"