A/N: Sorry y'all — I was getting distracted. I really appreciate the support on this story! Hopefully, you continue to enjoy yourselves! There's some smut at the end of the chapter. I'm falling in love with Shisui and found A Quiet Thunder by Renaerys —- wow. And of course, I love me some KakaSaku and read through TipsyRaconteur's A Ballad of Hound and Spider. I'm also trying to commission some artwork for this story. *Fingers crossed*. Also, what is up with all the bot post reviews? I had to change my settings to moderate anonymous comments. How annoying.
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Chapter Nineteen: A Visit to the Hatake Estate
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Secluded in the caverns of Whirlpool, fourteen years back, in the wrong time, Kakashi's head hurt. He had elevated blood pressure from all the stress and his back ached from sleeping on the hard stone floor of the cave. And his favorite medic was no where around! All Kakashi really wanted to do, was go home and sleep in his giant King sized bed in the Hokage penthouse and invite his wayward girlfriend to spend the next month tangled in sheets with him.
Because — after all this, she was definitely his girlfriend, right? Sure, it had been fourteen years since he'd slept with her, but to Sakura — she'd been with him just a couple of days ago and the kiss they shared at the waterfall— his emotions were a whirlwind. His mind drifted into that pleasant memory before he scowled thinking about his younger self's interruption and that Sakura was currently away with his younger self —with Sasuke as chaperon.
He really was an ass hole in his youth.
Naruto sat down heavily next to him with a huff. "They'll be fine, Kakashi-Sensei. Just you wait." Those optimistic cerulean eyes — the same as his old sensei— bore right into him.
He missed the days when Naruto was the number one unpredictable ninja. Sakura lately had been giving her teammate a run for his money. "I've done enough waiting," Kakashi growled.
"Really?" Shisui asked, sitting across from him on the opposite wall of the cave. He leaned heavily against Ino's side. The two had become chummy during their time together. "You guys just barely got here. And I'm the one waiting —-hoping my clan doesn't get themselves wiped out and that someone will return my eye."
Kakashi stared across the expanse at Shisui Uchiha— a man whom died way too young and left a great hole into the very heart of the village. No other ninja matched Shisui's Will of Fire in their generation. He was a man that should have died three days ago, but here he was sitting across the way joking and teasing and hardly at all showing his dampened spirit. He thought going through the Hokage would be sufficient, but now he was wondering if his younger self and Sakura would have to steal back Shisui's eye after all.
"You know, I can probably unlock the rest of your memories," Shisui suggested.
"Absolutely not," Ino protested. "After the trauma your body went through, I can't allow you to endanger yourself needlessly."
"I don't see how you're going to stop me, Ino-chan," Shisui smirked, his single eye narrowed.
"I can stop you. You're practically a kitten at the moment," Sai said, as he entered the cave. He gestured for Naruto and the blond took over his turn at watch without hesitation and without a word of protest. "Lord Kakashi can stop you. Dickless out there can stop you." He looked at his wife with a deep pride. "And my wife can stop you with her mind." The dark-haired former Root member continued on his way towards Kakashi. He crouched down on the ground and his lips were pulled back in a grimace.
"Damn, you're his wife, huh?" Shisui sighed as he slumped heavily against Ino. "All these beautiful ladies from the future and they're all taken. It's just my luck."
Ino patted his knee. "If it's any consolation, if you can let yourself stay alive — I'm pretty sure that Sakura and I will probably have major crushes on you. You're just our type after all. Dark eyed, tall, muscular, and broody."
"Really?" Shisui grinned and then winced as another painful spasm clenched his muscles.
"Oh yeah," Ino assured him, flashing her dazzling smile.
Kakashi faintly snorted from his nose in amusement, grateful his mask would muffle the response. Though, part of him felt more than a little annoyed by the possibility that Sakura could have a crush on Shisui now. He didn't want to have to deal with a young Sakura boy crazy about two Uchihas. He did start to wonder vaguely, and not for the first time, if young Sakura ever had a crush on him.
"Lord Sixth, I must apologize." Sai's soft, serious voice broke Kakashi out of his inner reflections. The Artist shinobi, looked up briefly to meet Kakashi's eyes before snapping his gaze back to the ground in remorse. "I have conspired —with you— to deceive — you."
"Oh?" Kakashi asked, clenching his hands into fists at his side. He forced the tension in his muscles to uncoil —his relaxed posture was of course a sham. He felt ready to spring like a viper. "Do elaborate."
"Your younger self asked me to create a scroll with my ink mice to scout out both Anbu and Root in hopes of finding Shisui's eye." Sai tapped his fingers across his knee. "If somehow, Danzo is killed now— what do you think would become of Root? Of the children within?"
Kakashi had wondered that himself. "One possibility, the children would be allowed into foster care or the orphanage — which there are few volunteers to foster and little funding for orphanages. I lived on my own since the age of five and Sasuke since seven."
"And look how perfectly sane and healthy you both are," Ino mused.
Shisui chuckled. "I know, I'm missing something, but with Kakashi glowering like that through his mask, it must be funny!"
Kakashi narrowed his eyes at his former colleague. Had he ever consider Shisui a friend? They hadn't interacted much — occasionally they had coinciding missions, but for the most part they were acquaintances at best.
"If Danzo dies sooner in this timeline, I do not think it should be by the hand of anyone on our team," Kakashi answered. "He has plenty of enemies. And I do think the village would do better without his nefarious plans."
"How did Sasuke kill him? In your time?" Shisui asked.
"Burned him with the Amaterasu power of his Mangekyo Sharingan," Ino answered. At the stunned silence that followed her explanation she folded her arms over her chest. "What? I pay attention. You think Sakura didn't tell me everything that happened before she confronted Sasuke-kun with the intention of killing him?"
"Sakura-chan tries to kill Sasuke?" Shisui gasped.
"It's my fault," Sai explained. "I told Sakura that Naruto chasing Sasuke would get him killed, so she tried to reason with Sasuke and if he couldn't be reasoned with, she was planning to have them kill each other."
"That's a very tragic romance." Shisui winced again as another muscle spasm hit him particularly hard. "I don't like it — for either of them. And here I thought arranged marriages within the clan were rough." Ino shoved a canteen of water into his hands and he raised it to his mouth and drank slowly.
"Naruto and I arrived in time to stop them," Kakashi explained. He still remembered the panic he felt knowing Sakura had endangered herself. He'd known she was no match for Sasuke — she wasn't a killer. That difference would spell her doom. His race to find her in time and the discovery of her teammates rendered unconscious by her — he knew it was a suicide mission. And even though she was only his precious friend at the time, he could not lose Sakura.
There must have been some emotion that had passed through his visible face, because when Kakashi looked up, Ino gave him a sympathetic, knowing look. She turned away from him, towards Shisui. "Why don't you and I go for a little walk. I'm afraid I don't have monstrous strength, but I'm stout. You can lean on me," Ino offered. She stood and offered Shisui her hand.
Ignoring the offered hand, Shisui gingerly rose to his feet. He cast a stubborn stare towards Kakashi and Sai. "I'm not weak as a kitten."
Sai rose from his crouch in front of Kakashi and moved to join Ino and Shisui. "Ino, I know I agreed to be creative with our relationship. Is Shisui someone you are interested in us being creative with? He seems decently attractive and seems your type between the dark hair and dark eyes. And the broody moody attitude as well. If you want us to do the open relationship idea, I am not opposed."
Ino's cheeks burned crimson.
Shisui chuckled. "I'm starting to understand why Sakura-chan is friends with you all."
Kakashi groaned and leaned his head back against the stone wall. He was definitely being forced to suffer. "Sakura, hurry back," he whispered into the stillness of the cave.
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Tucked away in the forest, outside of the Village, two brothers separated by time yet reunited by a miracle, tried to find a way to save their family.
"I don't think you'll be able to convince Father to change his mind," Itachi warned, keeping his voice flat. His heart swelled with pride in Sasuke's presence. They'd worked together for only twenty minutes and yet the understanding that passed between them was easy to grasp. This powerful, highly intelligent man was his baby brother!
"Father is supposed to be the clan leader. If he had done a decent job neither of us would have suffered as we did," Sasuke retorted. "Maybe we wouldn't have both suffered psychotic mental breakdowns." He glanced back towards the woods where Kakashi and Sakura had ran off to earlier. "Do you feel confident in your abilities?" He drew his gaze back towards Itachi.
"Are you going to win her back?" Itachi asked, ignoring the question. He wasn't particularly versed in romantic relationships. His parents' arranged marriage had been more political than a love match. "I can sense how close you are. She's only known Kakashi for a few days at best."
"She's known him a lot longer than that." Sasuke blew out a frustrated breath. "We would have been closer, but I kept pushing her away." His expression hardened. "I can't give her what he gives her." He met Itachi's gaze. "I saw his memories. The way he felt about her — I'm simply not capable of that."
"And I've seen how the two of you interact together in this timeline," Itachi pointed out. "Maybe if you're not made to suffer as much, you'll be more capable than you realize."
Sasuke's brow furrowed. "Perhaps. Only time will tell. Though, I think I would have stayed in the village after Orochimaru disrupted the Chunin Exams — I wouldn't have defected because my bond with Naruto and Sakura were both very strong. But, you change my mind. You show up and soundly defeat Kakashi — though he was already battered from earlier fighting and then you re-traumatize me, calling me weak and bullying me into becoming strong quickly." Sasuke's eyes darkened in remembered pain. "I think your sickness was getting to you and you started to get impatient. You and I are both insane— at least for a while." He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Back to my question. Are you confident in your new powers?"
Itachi nodded. "Yes." He pursed his lips, thinking over Sasuke's words. He could not image behaving in such a way. Why would he be cruel to his precious younger brother? Though, if his best friend, Shisui had truly died and Sasuke's life was threatened — he would burn down the world to save his brother without his cousin's calming presence to steady him. "I must have lost my sanity."
"It runs in the family —- apparently. You're going to be confronted by some of Father's subordinates this evening," Sasuke said. "They're angry that you didn't attend some meeting." He grinned faintly at a memory. "You kick their asses. I get to watch. Then Father gives a warning and you see that I'm watching — and you apologize. And the look you give me — it's pretty scary Nii-san. I've seen the look before on my own face when I was lost to the hatred. You'll need to grasp that anger to do what you need to do. But, my younger self needs to see the carnage. It awakens my Sharingan."
"Father made me walk through fields of dying shinobi after the end of the Third War, when I was four," Itachi confessed. Their clan was cursed to only awaken their greatest powers in times of suffering. "I heard the men dying and smelled them dying and saw them dying."
"I cannot change that," Sasuke murmured. "But, I do need you to know that you are not alone. Honestly, I don't care too much about the rest of the clan, Itachi. Maybe Mother, but otherwise, they are people I never really knew. I need you to live, Itachi." He reached across the distance and grabbed the front of Itachi's shirt. "I need you to survive. I don't want to waste years of my life hating you. You're sick. Get help."
"Sakura tried to teach me some healing techniques," Itachi explained. He laid his hand over his chest and gently pulled Sasuke's much bigger hand away. "I have some sort of lung disease. It could be from all the fireballs." He smiled faintly.
Sasuke narrowed his mismatched eyes. "It's not from the fireballs. You could kidnap Sakura."
"Excuse me?" Itachi asked.
"Not now, but later, after she's trained under Tsunade— when she's around fifteen. I had considering kidnapping her a few times after I defected, but I decided against it. She was too distracting for me. I felt too possessive. In our original timeline— I was training with Orochimaru and Kakashi is leading Naruto and Sakura on a mission to find me again. But you intercept, place Kakashi into a coma with the Tsukiyomi." Sasuke raised his hand and tapped his finger under Itachi's left eye. "Naruto and Sakura continue on with Yamato and Sai. Sakura works with an old woman named Chiyo and defeats a puppet master — Sasori. She also saves the Kazikage's brother from a poison that has no antidote. She'll be able to help you at that time."
"I will remember that," Itachi murmured. There was likely some rule his brother was ignoring telling him so much about events that had yet to come to pass. "Though, since things are being re-written that may not come to pass."
"Perhaps." Sasuke shrugged. "Or it could save your life. She's a Genjutsu type, so you will have to use the Sharingan. She's still susceptible — at least to our level." He looked back towards the woods. "I better go get them. Later, I'll tell you everything I know about the Akatsuki — if you want. You can never be too prepared. It could make a difference."
Before Sasuke could leave, Itachi stopped him. His brother was giving him pearls from the future, they could be extremely helpful. "What do you know of the shark man that becomes my partner?"
Sasuke paused only a couple of steps away. He looked over his shoulder and smirked. "He's an asshole, so the two of you get along really well."
Itachi found himself laughing. He really hoped that he'd get to know this version of his brother one day. His smile faded as he looked back towards the blackened earth from where he'd incinerated the hapless bush with his Amaterasu. He was supposed to meet with the Hokage and Danzo tomorrow. No doubt, he'd be given his orders of familial assassination. This evening, he would have to deal with his father's subordinates and consequentially his father's chastisement.
The trio returned within a few minutes, having used their chakra enhanced speed. "The three of us will stay at my family estates," Kakashi explained. "I'll see you tomorrow at work?"
Itachi nodded. "I have a meeting with the Hokage in the morning and Danzo in the afternoon."
"What time should I meet with Father?" Sasuke asked. "And where?"
"How about in two hours? At the house. I'll ask Mother to take younger you out to the park in the village. That will buy us some time," Itachi suggested. "And maybe you can meet Mother for tea tonight — around ten. I will make the arrangements."
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They'd been waiting for him outside of the family house. Itachi had entered unseen from the back and barely taken off his shoes when three of his father's subordinates knocked on the front door. Itachi asked Sasuke to remain hidden. He would deal with the three officers— Tekka, Inabi, and Yashiro.
"Itachi," Inabi greeted. "You weren't at last night's clan meeting. And neither was Shisui."
"I had a mission," Itachi answered. He eyed the two taller men behind Inabi. All three of them were a good four to six inches taller than Itachi. Though, if the older version of his brother had been here — Sasuke would tower over the lot of them.
"You have an obligation to the clan," Yashiro chimed in, his Sharingan flashing. It was a fairly useless threat against another Sharingan wielder — especially against the Mangekyo Sharingan, but they didn't know of his newly acquired power.
Itachi arched his eyebrow. "You are all aware of my membership within Anbu. The Village comes as first priority."
"Yeah, your Father is always defending you. You are causing our clan head too much worry, Itachi." Tekka's eyes were narrowed in his dislike for the heir. "I don't understand why he puts up with your insolence."
Itachi knew why his father put up with him. Fugaku was afraid of Itachi. Everyone was afraid of Itachi — except Shisui, Sasuke and Hatake. Even his mother and Izumi were afraid of him sometimes. "Just state your issue," Itachi demanded, irritated by the three ringleaders for the coup. It was their fault that his father had entertained the foolish plan.
"Shisui supposedly ran away." Tekka brandished a letter. "But it's easy for the Sharingan to copy handwriting. There's been no body and we had Shisui assigned to watch over you. And now he's missing."
"Shisui is my best friend. I would hardly do anything to harm my best friend," Itachi countered.
"Maybe we just arrest you and see what you have to say after we interrogate you officially?" Inabi suggested, an eager glint in his dark eyes. "You're an Uchiha. Maybe you wanted to obtain power like the great Madara and kill your best friend to obtain it."
"You have no authority to arrest a member of Anbu without a warrant," Itachi pointed out in a bored tone. "Now, leave. You're annoying me. I was having a pleasant afternoon with my brother."
"Why you—!" The three men jumped at once.
Itachi easily evaded, he countered their clumsy attempts to attack. Were they slow or was he just that much faster? They lunged, he redirected. They threw kunai and he deflected. They tried to punch and he ducked and slammed heel strikes against sensitive pressure points. He'd worked alongside enough Hyugas to know exactly where best to strike. All three ended up face down in the dirt, clutching at their stomachs when his father arrived.
"What's going on? Itachi!?" Fugaku began to help his subordinates rise to their feet. Their navy police uniforms dusty from their time on the ground. "Gentlemen, my apologies."
"Fools the lot of you!" Itachi hissed. "Do you really think you have a chance against the Village when I am only one of many in Anbu? Do you think you can stand against a dozen shinobi of my caliber? Your small-mindedness will endanger everyone!" He picked up one of the discarded kunai and tossed it at the nearby wall, impaling the center of the Uchiha clan symbol with the blade with a powerful thud that shattered the wood.
"Itachi Nii-san!" Sasuke cried, sliding the front door open and staring at him with dark eyes wide and shocked as he looked between Itachi and the fallen police officers.
Itachi remembered what his brother said earlier that day and fell to his knees and apologized. After Fugaku soothed things over, Itachi risked a glimpse at his little brother. He felt his anger cause a slip in his control and he knew that he flashed young Sasuke a glimpse at his Mangekyo Sharingan. He hurried to the back porch and and released a series of crows. He would find the man in the orange mask. He'd work on sealing the deal to join Akatsuki. He had accepted his fate of stopping his family's coup personally and serving as a spy — and he hadn't even spoken to the Hokage or the monster Shimura working in the shadows.
But for now, he needed to calm down. He needed to get his father alone and find a way for older Sasuke to speak with their parents. Perhaps, he'd finally be able to reason with their old man. He'd convince his mother to take Sasuke to the park, she should be home within a few minutes from picking up the groceries.
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They walked, quickly, to the Hatake estate. Kakashi was a little annoyed that Sasuke didn't do his teleportation trick, but apparently, his future teammate had never been to his home. It was more dangerous to teleport to an unfamiliar place and Sakura was against the risk. It was probably for the best, Kakashi didn't want to get too accustomed to the technique.
Not for the first time, he wondered how Shisui would manage to lock away memories of not only Sakura, but his future teammates. Would this four week period of time be a shadowy haze full of allies he couldn't quite remember?
They reached the gates before long and he felt a familiar hand rest upon his forearm. He looked down and met Sakura's concerned jewel-toned eyes. "You don't have to host us, but we really appreciate it."
Kakashi shrugged as he pushed open the door to the main house. "It's a big estate. No one else is using it."
Sasuke scanned the place. "It feels as haunted as the Uchiha district," he murmured. He ran his finger along the spines of a series of leather bound books on a bookcase in the den. "I don't know much about the Hatake clan."
"Not much to know. It's just me now." Kakashi plopped down on the sofa and rested his feet across the wooden coffee table.
"The mother of the first and second Hokages was from the Hatake clan," Sakura added, looking at Sasuke. "How was your meeting with Itachi?"
Sasuke drew his hand away from the books and moved to the lean against the wall, facing her and Kakashi. "I can't quite believe how small he is. He's just a kid."
"No one is a kid in Konoha," Kakashi protested. He closed his eyes and laid his hands across his chest, fingers laced together. "Make yourselves at home."
"I'm going to make some tea," Sakura said. "See if I can make a snack or something." She retreated into the kitchen, leaving the two men behind.
"I'm not supposed to leave you alone with her," Sasuke commented, once Sakura was out of earshot.
"Oh?" Kakashi wasn't particularly happy with being cockblocked by his future self. He only had Sakura for a limited amount of time and most of that time was going to be busy doing whatever infiltration Lord Third wanted and retrieving Shisui's eye. His part in helping the Uchiha clan seemed over after saving Shisui. Though, he was still concerned about his former teammate, Itachi.
"Apparently, you don't trust yourself," Sasuke continued.
"That sounds like me," Kakashi agreed. He opened his right eye and met Sasuke's dark gaze. "So, are you going to fight me for her?"
Sasuke sighed. "This isn't my time. We'll see what happens." He closed his eyes, looking extremely tired. "I just—want her happy. She's done so much for me."
The door to the kitchen pushed open and Sakura returned holding a tray with a tea and cups as well as some finger snacks.
"Where did you get the fruit?" Kakashi sat up and moved his feet so that Sakura could place the tray on the table. The silver tray had a teapot, three cups, and a plate with purple grapes, apple slices, cherry tomatoes, and cheese cubes.
"I had bought some fruit a few days ago and stashed it in a storage scroll." Sakura smiled between the men. "I figure we should eat it today or it will go bad." She sat next to Kakashi on the sofa and then began to pour jasmine green tea into the cups.
Sasuke sat on the arm chair catty-corner to the sofa and plopped a couple of tomatoes into his mouth. "To answer your question, I never truly understood just what a genius Itachi was growing up. I just knew he wasn't an unachievable goal as a kid and then my enemy after—well— you know. He mastered the Amaterasu within fifteen minutes. The Tsukiyomi will take a little more time — he couldn't exactly practice on me. But that's not too dissimilar to his current skills." He reached for another tomato. "He only cares about Shisui and me. I understand that feeling —- it's how I feel about you and Naruto."
Kakashi took a sip of the tea, enjoying the scalding of the hot fluid down his throat. "You don't care about me? Your beloved future sensei?"
Saskue scoffed. "I have mixed feelings about you, Hatake. But, I don't want you to die, so there's that. And I do appreciate what you taught us about bonds. Your attitude about teamwork and keeping your teammates safe is what forged the strongest shinobi team in history."
"No pressure," Kakashi murmured.
"You're surprisingly vocal about your feelings," Sakura commented. She sipped at her own tea and handed Sasuke his cup. "What's happened?"
Sasuke's face was carefully neutral, but the tips of his ears were red. "I read your book."
"My book?" Her eyes widened. "My book?"
"You wrote a book?" Kakashi asked softly. His mind drifting to the types of books he preferred reading. Then he frowned under his mask. Fucking Jiraiya.
"It was sort of a joke," Sakura explained. She turned towards Kakashi, her hands animated as she spoke and her tea dangerously close to sloshing out of the cup. "Our friend Sai wanted help expressing himself and so Ino and I wrote a snarky instruction manual — honestly it helped us learn to communicate better. I was often violent when I am frustrated." She smiled sheepishly. "It's only about twenty pages long— more of a pamphlet. Its title, 'Not everyone is a Mind reader!' since you know, Ino is a mind reader."
"I see." Kakashi felt his lip twitch. He only was following half the conversation. He'd seen Sakura be violent and thought the earth cratered under her fists and trees ripped up were pretty good evidence that she shouldn't be using past tense in her verbiage.
"Naruto sent it to me. Along with the message that I needed to learn a thing or two." Sasuke sat his empty cup back on the tray and rubbed his palm down his face. "I read the book. I finished a mission that made me miss you and Naruto." He looked past Sakura towards Kakashi. "And even him." He sighed and smiled down at Sakura faintly. "I come home and you had already decided to take this little field trip."
"Bad timing," Sakura murmured.
"I seem to have bad timing a lot," Sasuke agreed. "I'm leaving now. I'll be meeting with Fugaku and Itachi. Then later, I'll be meeting with my mother. They are the leadership of the clan and if only thirty people out of a hundred and fifty are willing to avoid the confrontation, it's still going to put the remaining clan in a bind. Itachi was surprised to even find thirty clan members willing to put the village over the clan's perceived slights."
Kakashi sat up, suddenly not feeling very tired. If Sasuke was leaving, he'd be alone with Sakura.
"Sasuke, be careful. Maybe you should bring Naruto with you?" Sakura suggested, her hands folded over her chest in worry.
Sasuke scoffed. "Do you know Naruto? He's a terrible person to bring when speaking with the highly affronted, easily insulted leader of my clan."
"What if your father tries to attack you?" Sakura pressed. "If your father knows about the time machine device he might try something. Maybe just say your Rinnegan allows for travel between time and space?"
Sasuke arched an eyebrow. "You want me to lie, Sakura?"
She flushed. "Do you have a better idea?"
Sasuke smirked. "I have no problem lying. Don't get so worked up. And I can handle any one in the clan if they did try to attack me. As long as you-know-who doesn't show up. So, here's the deal — I'll be back at midnight." Sasuke looked between Sakura and Kakashi. "We're all adults here. Sakura —try not to do anything stupid."
Sakura's eyes narrowed at his tone. "I want you to take a slug with you, leave it somewhere in your house. If for some reason, your father still won't listen and Itachi ends up mortally wounding him in the attack — I can remotely heal him with Katsuyu." She drew her thumb into her mouth and pierced her flesh before summoning the slug. "Lady Katsuyu, please split yourself into two. You'll accompany Sasuke and stay in the proximity of his father and also stay with Sasuke."
"Yes, my Lady." Katsuyu split into two and Sakura placed both smaller slugs into the pocket of Sasuke's vest.
"I remember Father being very serious and mostly indifferent," Sasuke mused. "But I don't remember him being particularly cruel or stupid. I think he'll listen."
Kakashi chuckled. "Your father is nicknamed The Wicked Eye. He's not exactly a nice guy."
"Well, you're not a nice guy to your enemies either," Sakura pointed out.
Kakashi caught her eye and shrugged. He supposed that was true.
"Around ten, I'm to have tea with my mother," Sasuke continued. "Itachi's friend owns a tea shop. We'll figure out the pick up for provisions and refugees." He shifted his cloak more secure over his shoulders. "I'm hoping to make the first delivery of provisions tomorrow. Maybe transport the first clan members the day after."
"Take care, Sasuke-kun." Sakura smiled encouragingly. "We're really doing it. We're saving your clan."
"We're doing something anyway." Sasuke then vanished using his Rinnegan bringing the two healing slugs with him.
"Alone at last," Kakashi crept his hand along Sakura's shoulder, up her neck, and twined his fingers into the hair at her nape. Their time was limited, he wasn't going to waste it being shy.
Sakura turned towards him, her fingers gently tracing just below his neck and along his clavicle. She gazed up at him, warring emotions in her jade eyes — lust, worry, excitement. "I really hope these changes won't ruin our chances of getting together."
"Sakura, let the future worry about itself. I only care about right now." Kakashi slipped down his mask, leaned forward, and slanted his lips across hers. She began to relax against him and he pulled her into his lap.
Sakura straddled his waist, her knees on either side of his hips, her pelvis settling against the weight of his cock as his blood began to fill him down there. Unbidden, Kakashi groaned against the sensation.
Kakashi shifted his hands so that they were under her thighs and stood, supporting her mass easily. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he carried her to the bedroom down the hall, careful to avoid the walls. By the time his knees touched the mattress he collapsed onto the bed with Sakura beneath him, the discomfort from his growing erection making it very troublesome to walk. "Finally," he murmured, staring down at her. "Too many clothes, darling."
Sakura began to kiss along his jawline and up to this ear, sucking his lobe between her teeth teasingly. "Remember, my birth control is gone now. Think you can remember not to cum inside me?"
"Hm." Kakashi's attention shifted to her breasts as he snuck his hands past her hemline and shoved her bindings out of the way. He could remember to pull himself out — probably. "Sure."
Sakura groaned and then arched back. She started to yank up Kakashi's shirt and he leaned back from her and grinned teasingly. "Eager are we?"
He moved his hands off her breasts and stood from the bed. He tossed off his forehead protector so he could watch her with both eyes and then pulled off his shirt. Sakura followed suit and her shirt and pants soon joined his growing pile of clothes on the floor. Kakashi stepped out of his pants and boxers, feeling himself spring free.
Sakura moaned as she licked her lips, staring down the length of him.
Kakashi kneeled next to the bed and started unwinding Sakura's bindings until they fell away. All that was left were her panties, which were already soaked through. "Definitely eager." He reached up and slid her panties down her toned legs, enjoying as his fingers traced down the smooth, creamy skin. He kissed the inside of her thighs. He looked up and saw a glimmer of uncertainty mixed with her lust-filled eyes. Fucking Jiraiya. "I'm just going to take my time, if you don't mind?"
Sakura swallowed hard, her hands falling back to his shoulders, digging into his flesh. "I don't mind. We've got hours, Kakashi."
He drew closer to her center, letting his fingers of one hand explore first, dipping inside his index finger first. His other hand held his cock, stroking himself in rhythm. "Hours," he agreed before he circled her clit with his tongue and felt her fingers tug at his hair.
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Sakura laid draped across Kakashi's naked torso. They were both sticky from their activities, but she didn't care. Her voice was hoarse and her breathing uneven. She traced her fingertip across his pectoral, down his midsection and the silver hairs that led to his twitching cock.
"I am happy to go again," Kakashi murmured, his voice thick. "I can't guarantee I'll be able to pull out this time. It's getting harder — in more ways than one." He chuckled, his deep laugh rumbling in his chest.
Sakura pushed herself to hover over his face and soak in the beauty of his unmasked features. His straight nose, his high cheekbones, his firm jaw, and those razor sharp canines in that very white smile of his. The scar bisecting his left eye was still very angry and thick. She would definitely make him a salve before she left, help sooth down the scar tissue. It probably chafed under his mask every time he sweated.
"What are the odds?" Sakura murmured. "This time, I'm going to take you." She slipped her hand down along that silver trail of fine hairs and took him in hand. He began to grow as her other hand cupped his balls. She loved the way he closed his eyes under her care. His hands gripped her hips tight, while he dipped his face to take one of her breasts into his mouth, suckling and swirling his tongue around her hardened nipple.
Sakura positioned herself over him and took him inside herself in one thrust. She was already slick from their earlier coupling. His eyes flew open as her vaginal wall began to clench around him. And it wasn't long before their over-sensitized flesh orgasmed again and she milked him for all he was worth.
This time, when she collapsed against him, Kakashi shifted them so that they were on their sides, facing each other, his cock softening inside of her while his arms banded around her waist and kept their bodies flush against one another.
"What time do you think it is?" Sakura mumbled. All she wanted to do was go to sleep in this man's arms and forget about the rest of the world.
"It's half-past, I don't give a flying fuck as long as you're in my arms," Kakashi murmured into her hair.
Sakura giggled. "We should probably take a shower. We're very messy."
"We should sleep. Take a shower in the morning." Kakashi reached down and dragged the sheets up over them. "Good night, Sakura."
She didn't argue. She didn't want to get up any way. Sakura snuggled against the warm flesh her lover and let her body slip into a dreamless sleep.
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