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Kakashi awoke with a start. Ringing in his ears. He could still hear the sound of his chidori and smell the scent of blood on his finger tips. He could still see her eyes lose their life mere inches from his face. Kakashi turned his head to glance at the clock near his bed. 4:00AM - another night interrupted by his dreams. This always happened when he had downtime. There was no point trying to go back to sleep now - he would just be awoken by another dream about one of the many deaths that plagued him.

Kakashi blamed her. Saki Hara. She must have said something to The Third Hokage about his injuries but there was no way she knew. She hadn't even been there. Yes -he had seen it coming. He had known he could move out of the way. But if he had the enemy would have been right within reach of Tenzo and the village could not afford to lose him. Not with the nine-tails still inside the fourths child. He, Kakashi, was expendable. His life didn't matter. He had no one to live for and if it was for the greater good of the village than so be it. He wouldn't off himself by his own hand so why were they so concerned?

The young Copy-nin rolled out of bed and looked out at his small apartment. It was one bedroom. Nothing more than he needed and nothing less. It had the basics. A kitchen, a bathroom, a bed and an eating table. It was close to Anbu head quarters and suited his purposes. He was rarely in the village anyways. Kakashi always managed to be out of the village for any major events or holidays. He never stuck around for friends birthdays or anything else for that matter.

The only thing new to his environment were the cookies. His superior sense of smell was plagued by her and her delicious cookies. Saki's scent was all over the bag she had given him. It was mostly soap but it still travelled with him and continued to remind him of their therapy session and of her. She was a pain... and weird. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. Kakashi wasn't even sure when he had fallen asleep because he had spent so much of his time the night before going over all her questions and his answers.

She had pinpointed him so perfectly and she barely even knew him. Saki claimed that he was running. Running from living. Did she even understand the purpose of Shinobi? They were soldiers meant to die at one point or another so long as they were protecting the village. Everyone end up dying prematurely. None of them got a chance to live properly. Why bother going through the motions of setting up a life that was just going to crumble down. It was a waste of time.

Kakashi went through the motions of his morning routine. Brush Teeth. Pants on. Shirt on. Mask on. Hiate on. Breakfast - oh, right, he didn't have any food. The smell of cookies caught his nose again and he turned to look at the offensive paper bag. He would need to destroy it sooner rather than later so that he could have peace of mind in his own space. A superior sense of smell sounds like a good idea but in practice it was sometimes very irritating. His stomach growled uncomfortably - it didn't help that he had skipped dinner last night too.

Kakashi opened the bag and grabbed a handful of Saki's cookies. Nothing would be open now anyway, so he might as well eat these. It didn't matter that he was having cookies for breakfast because he had no parents and was an adult. He tried to smirk confidently at himself in the lone mirror by his apartment door but with his mask down he just reminded him of his father. Cookies in mouth - mask back up - out the door.

Kakashi spent the remainder of his early morning standing in front of the memorial stone thinking about death, boredom and Saki Hara.

Soon the village was awake and he was interrupted by families visiting the graves of their loved ones. He chose to take a walk. Saki hadn't told him what time to come back at so he assumed it would be for 2PM again. He wasn't looking forward to it but the faster he got through it the better. The Copy-nin mused began to plan out his answers for Saki's potential questions based on his experience with past counsellors. He even tried to think of some questions that he had never been asked in the hopes that he could speed up the tortuous ordeal. It was during this that he began to smell her again.

At first he thought he had accidentally worn the same gloves as the day before - the gloves that had touched her couch, the bag of cookies or anything else with the offensive smell in her apartment. But he wasn't wearing the same gloves - the ones he had on yesterday had a crescent moon cuff mark on the metal plate from a mission a few weeks back.

Kakashi searched his surroundings for the source of the smell. He had somehow found himself in the bustling shopping district during his aimless walk. He didn't know how long he had been walking around but it was nearing noon according to the sun. It was rare for him to get lost in thought and lose track of time but he wasn't his normal self right now. Kakashi's eye finally fell on the source of the smell - Saki herself. He stopped mid-step to ensure that she didn't see him, tucked himself around the corner of a small shop and watched her.

Saki was standing outside clothing store. She was pulling out clothes from a rack out front of the store. Kakashi noticed that she seemed to favour reds as went into the store to pay for the few items she had picked out. Now that he thought about it she had been wearing the same thing the last few times he had seen her. Kakashi thought this was weird as she should have packed a lot of clothes if she was supposed to be staying in the village on behalf of the legendary sannin.

Kakashi decided to follow Saki when she came out of the shop. He had nothing better to do, thanks to her, and he wasn't convinced that she was who she said she was. There was something missing from her story. He watched as Saki paused and looked around her. He knew she hadn't seen him but at least she wasn't clueless to the fact that she was being watched.

Kakashi continued to follow Saki through the shopping district. She paused occasionally to look at things through the shop windows or smile at children who were running by. Kakashi watched her as she stopped to heal the scraped knee of a crying child, patting his head as she left. Kakashi wouldn't have even considered stopping.

As Saki rounded the corner she stopped to look at a collection of books on display. He heard her scoff in disgust and fond laughter as she picked up a bright orange book and flipped it over. He could have sworn he heard her eyes roll as she tossed the book back down and walked away. Out of curiosity he picked up the same volume as he walked by. He recognized the author immediately - the Legendary Sannin, Jiraiya - his former sensei's, sensei. He flipped the book over in his hand to read the back. Why had it offended her so - it was just a romance. But anything that offended her was of interest to him. Kakashi glanced inside the book store and when the store clerk wasn't looking he deftly hid the volume in his back pocket. Why pay for something as small as a book when he was a renowned assassin?

For a moment Kakashi thought he had lost Saki but he soon found her exiting a bakery with a bag. He expected her to start heading back towards her apartment as she should be expecting him soon for their session but, instead, she headed towards the forest. Kakashi followed, of course.

It became harder and harder for Kakashi to stay concealed as the number of people around continued to wane. Soon it was just Saki walking by herself. By now it was long past 2PM and Kakashi was getting impatient. What was she doing out here by herself? How did she know the forest so well? Kakashi tried to stay in the shadows as Saki entered a clearing. He began to walk around the long was as stealthily as possible when she stopped and looked directly at where he was standing.

"Care to join me for a late lunch Kakashi-san?"

He froze.

How did she know? He walked out into the clearing. Saki had seated herself in the centre and had begun pulling food out of the bag she had bought from the bakery. He sat down across from her and glanced at the food - sandwiches.

"How did you know," he had tried not to ask. He didn't like showing curiosity.

She laughed lightly. "I was trained by Lady Tsunade. Besides, it's not like you suppressed your chakra signature." Saki passed him one of the sandwiches. "Why have you been following me all day?"

Kakashi gingerly accepted the sandwich and looked up at Saki. He shrugged and began to unwrap the paper around his food.

"Difficult as always, I see." Saki said as she took a bite of her food.

Kakashi paused and glanced back up at her. "What do you mean by always?"

Kakashi didn't miss how she froze mid-bite before acting like he hadn't said anything.

"I meant like how you would barely cooperate before."

"Hn." Kakashi knew she knew he didn't believe her. Saki was staring off into the distance and he took this opportunity to bite off half of his own sandwich.

"Did you work on what we talked about?" She pulled out a small container from the bag and placed it in front of them.

"What did we talk about?"

Saki rolled her eyes at him. She really wasn't what he was used to with a medic or counsellor. Most of them swooned after him. The rest were at least nurturing. What happened to the girl who stopped for the crying child with the skinned knee.

"The hobby you were supposed to acquire? I am guessing you didn't bother to do that." Saki tossed her sandwich down between them and glared at him. "Listen, if you are not even going to take this seriously then -"

"I did find something actually," he interrupted. Her smug attitude really did infuriate him.

"Oh yea?" she said, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

Kakashi stretched to buy some time, dragging his hands through his hair. What did he have that he could use as a fake hobby. Something that would infuriate her. He could feel the smirk cross his lips and was yet again reminded why his mask was so useful. The young Copy-nin reached back and pulled the orange book from his pouch. He was immediately rewarded with an unexpected reaction.

Her jaw dropped. Not just a little bit, but completely wide and slack. It was curious that she looked more shocked about this orange book than the knowledge that everyone he had ever gotten close to in his life had somehow died a brutal death. She was weird.

"I figured why not start reading the popular series my sensei's sensei wrote?" he tried his best to sound cheery, which was quite a feat for him.

Sakura on the other hand was freaking out. Is this how her sensei discovered his favourite novel. Practically his favourite thing in the whole world. Was this THE novel that he was always carrying around in the future. Had he discovered it because of her? Her head throbbed with the implications.

"You are really going to read that?" she said slowly - testing him. Did he even know what it was?

"Of course," he replied as the book fell open in his hands and he began to read the first lines. "Why? Do you have a problem with it?"

"No... I just want to make sure that you know you are a pervert."

Kakashi glanced up from his new hobby, not sure he had heard her right. Why would he be a pervert. Hell, he barely ever even looked at women that way. They were annoying. Saki was smiling back at him sweetly. He decided to leaf through the book in his hands nonchalantly. It was a romance novel so maybe there were some intimate scenes but that could hardly mean he was a pervert.

"Does reading about sex make someone a pervert?" Kakashi's eyes scanned the pages until he found what he was looking for.

"No - but to the extent of Icha Icha Paradise it does." She wasn't looking at him now, a faint pink tint to her cheeks. Kakashi found this very amusing.

He looked back down at the pages before him and if Saki could have seen his mouth she would have seen his smile falter.

He thrust deep inside of her flowering moistness. Entering her again and again and she screamed his name. Her giant bosom bounced with each thrust. Her tightness enveloped him - milking him.

"Oh! Takahashi! You are so big!" she wailed. "How is it fitting?"

It was in this moment that Takahashi knew that he truly, truly loved Kyoto.

He stifled a snort and thanked Kami yet again that hs mask covered his face. He was not going to let her know that this embarrassed him. She was not going to win. He would read this book in front of her.

Kakashi flipped the page around as there was a graphic illustration next to the passage he was reading. "What, this?"

Saki blushed furiously and looked away. "What are you doing!"

"This bothers you? A Medic?" he laughed. "I'm not a pervert - you're a prude."

"I am not!" her face matched the red she was wearing. "I have - well - no!"

Kakashi put the book down. "You have what?"

Saki looked away.

"What were you going to say, prude?" he couldn't help the triumphant smirk that stretched beneath his mask. Kakashi couldn't remember the last time he had been this curious about something.

Sakura glared at him. She hated him. "I am not a prude! I have.. experience..." She hated that she could feel her face heat up as the words left her mouth.

"Experience?" There was something in the way he replied that made her stomach twist. Sakura glanced up to his one visible eye. She had never seen him look at someone like that before.

"What have you experienced?" he asked slowly.

The remainder of her sandwich hit him in the face. "Pervert!"

Kakashi narrowly avoided her fist as he rolled onto his back. "You're the one who brought it up."

"Pfft."

He was certain that if she were standing she would have stomped her feet in response. Kakashi smiled beneath his mask at her. Mind wondering what exactly she had meant by experience. The orange book was still in his hand. He tapped it idly as he noticed a presence make itself known. He notice Saki turn in the direction of the chakra signature as well.

"Hatake-San, Hara-San. The Hokage has requested that you come see him immediately." A bird masked Anbu operative said from the entrance to the clearing.

Sakura collected the remnants of their lunch and began walking towards the Hokage tower. Kakashi couldn't help his eyes trace the curve of her ass as she walked by. Experience, eh?