Notes of the releaser of this story: This story is NOT mine but from an author called Whistler1234. The author pretty much deleted everything on her/his account on and did not leave any traces behind.

Now the question: Why would I bother to reupload a story that has been erased. I tried to contact with author about it and I received no answear.
If this rip off, to say it blatantly, would make him/her give out an answer (per se to ask me to remove this story from the website), then it would be perfect and I would actually remove all the content except for the prologue to let people know that this story exists. The story may be not great, not perfect, but it is still pleasurable to read despite all its flaws.

To conclude, I wish you a good read.

There was a box waiting for Kakashi on his doorstep. He approached it gingerly, reading the label.

"Please come over to my apartment for tea."

Kakashi read the note again, and checked overleaf but there was nothing else. He opened the box and found a fresh bun, flavoured as her name sake. Had she poisoned it? That definitely would appeal to her sense of humour. He sniffed it and smiled. Nope.

He took a bite, surprised it was still warm. He wished that she had just stayed to have the face off, so he could apologise. For fuck sake he only made a -admittedly unkind- joke about Anko only being able to eat dango and throw shuriken...he had no idea she was right behind him! Perhaps it had nothing to do with the mission. He sighed, and deposited his supplies in his hallway before steeling himself to brave the night again before he made his way to other side of the village.

Unclipping his cloak, he rapped on the door, carefully wiping his shoes before he removed them. The smell of food was wafting from somewhere making his stomach grow. She had been distracted earlier - maybe Anko wanted to discuss the upcoming mission over something more substantial than tea, Kakashi thought hopefully. Yeah... and maybe yesterday's paperbomb had exploded too close to my head. The door opened and all thoughts of food were silenced.

"Mr Hatake Kakashi-san?"

"Uh- yes?"

"Please come in. I am Miss Nerigoma I am afraid that Ms Anko-san will not be available this evening but she thought that you might find it... illuminating."

Illuminating?!

He was more than curious now.

She stood aside to let him enter, then gently held out a gloved hand. Carefully, she took the shoes first then his cloak as tidied away. His eye followed the slope of her back, the uniform was tight and revealing cut low finishing above the apron bow at the waist. Kakashi was drawn to the minute tattoo on her shoulder blade, which danced with her movements, then it was gone veiled beneath strands of hair. Was this a gen-jutsu or was Anko's alter-ego really moonlighting as a maid?

"May I?"

She asked, indicating his flak jacket but she didn't wait for response. With a few clicks of her heels she had closed the distance between them. Nerigoma's body now only a finger's bredth from his. Delicate, floral scents drifted over him, strongest from her wrists and her hair. Her arms were bare, the cuffs she wore each wrist were not attached to the uniform, like the collar it emphasised her state of undress. She grasped the zip and slowly pulled, her hand travelled down between them. Slipping the jacket off him, she placed it on a hanger and allowed the door to the closet to close softly.

A meal had been laid out on the table on the low glass table in the sitting room, at the other end sat a large vase, a display in the process of being formed. There were beautiful, fresh flowers laid out to one side of the glass, and a selection of ribbon and garden shears.

"Please excuse me." Chopsticks hovered over the food, but Kakashi hesitated, a hand over the mask.

"Do start eating,"she said quietly. "You will be unobserved." Selecting a flower from the bunch, she cleaned the stem and picked off the leaves before inserting it into the arrangement. Famished, Kakashi allowed himself to be convinced. He pulled down the mask down and began to help himself to food with trepidation. She had prepared grilled fish, vegetables, rice and miso soup. It smelt delicious but what had she done to it? Was it laced with laxatives?

He took a bite. It was simple but he was surprised to find it it was all well cooked.

"Thank you...Miss Nerigoma, this is delicious."

She merely smiled, and gave a small bow, as her breasts trembled under the ornamental collar. He felt his mouth run dry and gulped down his tea to no avail.

Nerigoma dipped her head, serenely closing her eyes, holding her nose close to the bloom. Carefully, she tucked the strands of hair that had escaped and fallen about her face whilst she took pleasure from the flowers perfume.

Kakashi had noticed this habit earlier. Excluding one sense to heighten another... Did she do it just to savour the scent of flowers, or listening to music, or when she orgasmed? Fuck, where had that come from? He took another bite of his meal, ignoring the heat creeping up his neck.

Languidly, a gloved hand ran up and down the stem in a very familiar motion, then the bud was absently trailed along her arm and across her clavicle. Fucking hell, he thought, suggestive much? Snipping the ends of the flowers were an ordeal, the shears were stiff with rust and too large for the intended purpose. Nerigoma needed the power of both hands and arms for every snip. He was intrigued by the glimpses of her clevage, the snips that pushed the swell of her breasts together until they kissed at the top of the apron.

Like morning mist the spray from the glass atomizer hung heavy on the flowers, drops falling on to the glass table as the tips of her breasts knudged them. She parted the arrangement, and there it was the ghost of pink aeurole, an erect peak at the centre, and a curious disparity between them. As she lifted the vase and repositioned it on the centre of the table, he realised that he had been right. Gulping loudly, Kakashi hoped that she was not aware of the guest intruding uninvited.

Shooting up to his feet, Kakashi used the opportunity to rearrange himself and pull his mask up. Kakashi coughed to attract her attention.

"-Miss Nerigoma thank you for a lovely meal, perhaps I should leave now?" She inclined her head.

"As you wish Mr Kakashi-san," she said, demurely. "I am certain that Miss Anko-san would prefer you to stay."

So there was more? At this rate he would be doing the mission with his dick in the sling and that was only with an atomiser and Anko fisting a bunch of flowers.

Fuck, should he stay?