Chapter One

Your Truly

Prior students were off limits to sexual fantasies and relations. Married-prior-students, especially so. And yet, Kakashi had this mind-numbing habit of forgetting such things. In fact, he found himself fantasizing quite often about a particularly beautiful and intelligent pink-haired alum being beneath him in a fit of curious passion. This had been the case for the last couple of years or so. The person in question, of whom, he knew must be lonely with her husband out and about on his ongoing, long-winded, mission-driven excursions.

Upon awaking at his usual late hour, it was decided on a random Tuesday afternoon that he was going to go for a walk. While looking at his half-erect penis, having just awoke from another dream of a pink-haired woman in his bed, he found that for no particular reason at all he'd walk in the direction of a familiar pink-haired student's house.

Initially, he decided that his curiosity wasn't much more than a friendly intrigue. Truly, he wasn't invested in the outcome of his visit to the Konoha pink-hair beauty. It had been a while, after all, since he'd seen her. So, it wouldn't hurt to say a friendly hello, right? And previous Sensei weren't off limits to investing a bit of time of catching up with prior students. This he knew for certain. So, diligently with one hand in his pocket, and the other supporting a familiar orange book - he lethargically made his way from his home to hers. A trek he didn't often go on for whatever reason (beyond the fact he knew he was, in theory, trying to keep a respectful distance away from his married-prior-student).

He wasn't sure what Sakura Uchiha's schedule was like these days. However, he found he wasn't off put by the notion of missing her at her home. She was a creature of habit. She either was at home or at work or maybe sparing. Ground seven, was it? But really, truly, he was just coming by to say hi. It was a casual walk. He was just seeing if he would bump into her at home, or at work…

Or at any other place he knew she frequented.

He wondered what her response would be upon seeing him? A smile crept beneath his mask.

Due to the thrill of her potentially giving him a friendly hello, he was almost put off-guard by a familiar (though noticeably nervous) giggle of the very person he was looking to visit. "Oh ho, you're too kind. Really," Sakura insisted while politely hiding her irritation, "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern." "Uchiha-Sama," an unfamiliar brown-haired male Jonin said with tinted cheeks and an eager crooked smile, "I can come by whenever, honestly. You know, if you need help with anything, you know where to find me. I mean, it's the least I can do with you healing me and all." "I'm just fine, but thank you." "Actually," he started, leaning his weight to his right, "I'm curious if you'd be interested in getting dinner sometime soon? Tonight even?" The irritation filtered into narrow slits of emerald eyes on Sakura's now less-than-friendly face. "I appreciate the offer, but my husband likely wouldn't be pleased with me getting dinner with another man." "I get it. But he's never really around, right? I'm just being friendly. He doesn't have to know."

The blatant double-meaning wasn't amiss to Sakura or Kakashi. The white-haired ninja decided intervene. "Yo." Both ninja before him jumped. "Oh! Kakashi-Sensei." His visible eye crinkled at her elated (and relieved) earnest smile. "Sakura, I was just walking by. I hope I'm not interrupting anything." The male ninja, who up close looked even more uninteresting, looked both agitated and nervous at his arrival. "Um," he began weakly, "Perhaps we'll talk about dinner another time, Uchiha-Sama." Kakashi leaned downward to the other male in question so they were at eye-level. "Perhaps not. She'll be busy." "O-Oh?" Kakashi nodded. "Yes, we have plans. I'll be sure to mention that you seemed quite invested to interrupt them for a dinner to her husband, however. What was your name?" At the mention of Sasuke, the other male began to pale. "Uh- I'll be off!"

It was nearly comical, at how quickly he disappeared. Sakura giggled while playfully smacking Kakashi's upper arm. "You can be so ruthless." Kakashi sighed, "And you can be too nice. You have to be direct with men like that." "Oh?" she challenged, hand on hip and a spark in her eye. "I was told the opposite by Naruto, not that long ago. He mentioned having ongoingly untreated ninja in the hospital was starting to backlog missions." "Untreated?" Kakashi hummed in curiosity. Emerald eyes twinkled mischievously. "I'll try to find a middle ground," she relented. "Though, funny to find you on these parts. Lost?" He put his book away and patted the top of her head. "Just coming to visit my favorite student, is all."

Sakura laughed while shooing his hand away from her head and smoothing down her hair. "I hope you aren't using me as a ploy to show up late for someone else." Kakashi put a hand on his chest and sighed, "Sakura-Chan. That hurts. I would nnnneevvver do such a thing." She smiled at him. "Of course not."

Tucking a strand of shoulder length hair behind her ear, she gleamed upwards at him. "Well, we're not too far from my house. Sarada is at the academy, are you hungry for some lunch? It has been a while, hasn't it?" Kakashi wasn't particularly hungry. But he was fixated on the visual of sitting at her table as she wore an apron and cooked for him.

"I just so happen to be starved."

Sakura Uchiha lived in a simple brown two-story house with her dark-haired daughter, Sarada Uchiha. He couldn't remember her daughter's exact age. But figured she was about nine-years-old. He had passively noticed her a few times. A cute girl with a consistent serious expression that wasn't so unfamiliar from him. She had Uchiha features. Glimmering spikey dark hair and darker than black eyes. She seemed to be a studious girl, with her white and yellow short-sleeved button downs and ribboned collar. Her red-rimmed glasses only adding as much. He saw little of Sakura in her at all, minus the too large books that were always in her much smaller hands. It was a wonder how genetics worked. Briefly he wondered what his kids would look like. And the notion of emerald eyes and silver hair filtered to the front of his mind. He tried not to mentally navigate what the thought did to him.

Following Sakura back to her residence, he glanced at the surroundings of her home. A small front yard that touched the edge of the empty Uchiha grounds. A garden of flowers and herbs enveloping the entire scope of the fenced in space. Following Sakura, he took note of the red and white Uchiha crest painted above the front door. "Welcome," she stated while taking her shoes off once inside. Kakashi followed suit.

Inside, the wooden floors had a few stylish yet simple crimson red-hued rugs, one large navy sectional couch and a massive white glazed entertainment area supporting an even larger television. A short distance away there existed a large dark-wood dining set with four similarly stained wooden chairs that seemed to create an invisible boundary from living room to kitchen. Of which, emitted lovely scents of freshly cooking rice, and fresh flowers. There were a few vases in window sills and tabled surfaces of pink and red roses.

"I've been short on time, these days. I hope you don't mind some onigiri and miso soup," the pink-haired doctor said over her shoulder, already putting on a clean white apron. "Not at all," Kakashi said while placing both of his calloused hands in the warmth and safety of his pockets. He tried to not have his eyes linger too long on her exposed neck as she pulled her hair into a haphazard ponytail. "So," she began while washing her hands and then drying them on her apron, "What's new in the world of Kakashi-Sensei?"

"Nothing reasonably interesting worth mention. I go on the occasional mission. Otherwise," he lifted his orange book from his back pocket, "Much of the same is going on," he said with a single nod while sitting down at the dining table. He noticed there were only two eating placements. One for her, and one for Sarada. He briefly wondered when the last time there was a third setting for Sasuke.

"Just missions and reading, eh?"

This wasn't particularly true. He had visited his peers upon occasion. Sometimes for sparring or drinking. And if the notion struck him, he bedded a beautiful woman in the numerous travels he had partaken since his retirement of Hokage in the last decade. Noticeably, these women always had a unique strawberry blonde-hue to their hair. However, this wasn't something he found worth mentioning. Especially the women part. "Unfortunately," he sighed. "Oh, I bet that's untrue," Sakura said with a tsk. "I bet you're living it up." She laughed, as if there was some hidden joke in her statement. Kakashi wanted to inquire what she meant, but decided against it. "Well, how about you?" She hummed in question as she began organizing what looked to be pickled puree pickled plum, seaweed rice seasoning, tuna, and mayo for onigiri.

"What is new in the life of Sakura Uchiha?"

She stilled momentarily. And then shrugged. "Busy at the hospital. And busy with Sarada." The rice cooker clicked, indicating what inside was ready. "I'm afraid it's nothing more than that." "Have you heard from your other half recently?" Kakashi prodded, his mouth suddenly dry. From the angle Kakashi was sitting at, he watched as she swallowed and licked her lips. They were wet once her tongue retreated back into her mouth. He watched as the sunlight from the window in front of her gleamed on her naturally pink flushed lips. He wondered briefly how they'd feel parted against his own uncovered mouth. Or, on other areas of his body.

"Not for a while." Her voiced sounded concentratedly uninvested in the response. But he noticed the quiver of her chin. Sakura never had been a good liar or hiding her emotions. This was what he admittedly loved about her. His student who cared so deeply, who loved so passionately. "But, I'm sure he's busy."

She opened her white rice cooker and dissipated the rice steam that loomed from inside with a wave of her hand. She scooped intentional sizes in her rice molds and laughed. "You know, Sarada is asking about him all the time these days. I think she's suddenly realizing his absence. Naruto steps in sometimes, I know he feels some form of responsibility with Sasuke being gone. But, Sasuke is just as much passionate about their ongoing mission." Her hands stilled over the rice form she had created. "The shadow Hokage… It sounded so noble at first. I couldn't say no when they asked for Sasuke to take on the role." She laughed, it sounded sad and maybe even empty.

"That was eight years ago."

"When does his mission end?"

His voice broke the distance between them like a shattering glass on kitchen tile.

Sakura jumped, as if surprised Kakashi was there. As if she forgotten who she was talking to in the first place. "Oh!" she laughed, as if to disperse the seriousness of her earlier statements. "Not sure. I guess when Naruto and Sasuke decides the role isn't necessary anymore." Kakashi stood upright, "And if the role is always necessary? if the role doesn't end?" Sakura turned her head. "What?" Her eyes were wide, vulnerable. She looked so delicate and… mouthwatering delicious. He wanted to touch her soft pale skin, to kiss her open mouth, and touch her silky pink hair.

"What if the mission never ends?" he repeated, his voice softer, sweeter.

She was taken aback. It was as if he was revealing something she never considered.

Or, something she didn't seem to want to ever question within herself. "N-No. That wouldn't be fair." 'to us, to our child,' he could feel her saying, without her saying it."Nearly a decade is a long mission, already. Who's to say when something like that would end," Kakashi hummed. It felt cruel to tell her as much. He felt guilt pill in his gut. And yet, he simultaneously did not feel any inclination of guilt at all. He'd killed people with his bare hands when he was a child. A few of whom were his best friends. He wasn't truly doing anything wrong now, just providing a little insight. A little push towards where he wanted her to go.

Sakura bit her lower lip and looked upright at him. He barely registered that he was standing right in front of his student, their bodies mere inches a part, until she finally looked at him. And when he was aware of the distance between them, all he could think was that It would be so easy to touch her now, to taste her, now- make her forget her selfish husband. And instead, indulge in his selfishness.

Sasuke never deserved her. And Sakura, even as a child, could never understand as much. So blinded by love, or perhaps the idea of love, it likely never quite occurred to her that there were other loves out there. Not to say he was someone to consider back then. Especially when she was younger. However, later on, such as now, he found he wouldn't have minded as much. At this very moment, in fact, he would like it very much if she were to lean a little closer and indulge in something new. New, as in him.

'If nothing else, to have just a taste, just a -'

"Sensei?"

Her voice was small, almost a whisper. It was a melody breathed against him. She smelled of strawberries. Sweet enough to consume.

"Yes?"

"You're very close."

He smiled beneath his mask and sinisterly took the most impossibly small step forward. Without meaning to, his voice had dropped an octave. "And how does that make you feel?" Her face was becoming flush. She moved to walk away, to not answer. He wasn't having that. He gently grabbed her chin, to have her stare into his eyes once more, to look closer at him. "Your Sensei asked you a question."

"This feels wrong."

Despite his hand supporting her chin to look upward at him, she lowered her gaze, and long wisps of pink lashes dusted her high cheeks. He leaned forward. "And why is that?" "Sasuke-" "Isn't here. No one is here. Just us."

This morning he meant to keep his distant. He truly had meant to. But now, that didn't seem possible.

"Sakura…" She looked upward. And he saw exactly what he desired to see -

Want.

"If you tell me to stop, I will." She bit her lip slowly in thought. His eyes traced the movement. "I'm married." "You won't stop being married." She opened her mouth but no words came. He knew what he was doing was wrong. This woman had not seen her partner in years. She trusted Sasuke, she was loyal to him. She had always been loyal to him. Even when it didn't make sense to. Even when he became more of a memory than a man, she remained loyal. But now she was 29. And she was questioning what that loyalty had gotten her, he knew it must.

Because everyone else was wondering about it too.

"I need you, Sakura. And Sasuke isn't here." He boldly took his other hand and pulled her hand to his growing manhood. He cupped her fingers around the groin of his pants so she could feel his want. Understand how badly he needed her. Her eyes snapped back to his - wide, curious. "I wouldn't ask something of you unless I needed it, right?"

He could see the wheels turning in her mind from her eyes. "I-I don't know." He let go of her hand and it remained where he left it. "Sakura-Chan, may I touch you?"

She blinked rapidly. As if coming to her senses. She abruptly stepped away. "This is wrong. S-Sasuke wouldn't like this. I'm married."

"Sakura-"

"You should go."

Kakashi felt wounded. But only partially so. Because when he looked closer at her, he could see the hardening of her nipples from beneath her red tank top, and the blush of her cheeks intensifying.

He placed his hand back into his pockets and nodded once. "I apologize if I stepped out of bounds. I'll see you around, my sweet student."

He left in an intentional whoosh of leaves, to transport about twenty meters from her house towards town.

Ensuring that no one was around, he finally looked down at his bulging erection that was pressed awkwardly in his pants, and sighed.

There was no use walking back home in public in such a state. He'd cool off in the forest.

With the hand that had touched Sakura's last, he did just that.

Author's Note:
Something naughtier than I normally write. I hope you enjoy it!

Love,

SE