A/N: I should probably mention something about the new image I put up for this story a week or so ago. Do you like it? It's Mito's Ultra Instagram Shot or whatever you want to call it. She's normally more zany and has those tiny whisker marks and scars on her eyebrow and upper lip.

Consider her to be heavily filtered in that shot. Ha!

"I don't understand, Ino-chan," Sai admitted quietly as they walked toward a restaurant close to the Wind border. "I thought… I know Mito-sensei likes Hyuuga."

Ino sighed. With interpersonal stuff, Sai was worlds better than he'd been when he'd first transferred to the Academy but sometimes he was a little slow on the switch - but only about those things. Fortunately, social skills were her strong point: no matter what Daddy said. "She does. Of course, she does. It's just that Hinata's always had such a crush on Naruto, and Mito-sensei wants to be very protective of her little brother –I think that might be what's going on." Though it seemed like more than that. Hinata had cried about whatever she and her sensei had privately discussed and that had only seemed to irritate Mito-sensei further. "I… It's odd, though, isn't it? Forehead is STILL so head-over-heels for Sasuke-kun," she whispered, looking around first to ensure they weren't being listened to. Just like Hinata is Naruto.

"Not so interested in the traitor anymore, Beautiful?"

Ino thought he needed to stop calling her that. It was distracting! But as far as Sasuke went, she only shrugged. "Even if Sasuke hadn't done what he did, whatever his excuse might be," she added sarcastically, still whispering, "I was talking more about Forehead. Then of course," she added, wondering why she was telling him all this. "I'm the heiress to my clan. There's no way the elders would've allowed me to marry a shinobi that's heir or spare to another clan."

Sai hummed, looking thoughtful before frowning.

Ino chuckled, not wanting to give him the wrong impression of the Yamanakas. "I mean my clan's laid back but not THAT laid back."

Sai tilted his head at her. "So you must one day marry another Yamanaka clansman?"

"Oh, Gods, no," Ino laughed. "No. -Thank goodness!" Sai hummed. "Anyway, what I was saying was that it took a while for Forehead to get serious about her career. But Hinata; I always thought she was serious about being a kunoichi. Ever since I first met her."

"Her grades among kunoichi at the Academy were third, I believe, at best."

Ino sweatdropped. "Why am I not surprised you know that?" Sai only smiled at her, looking pleased with himself, although it was often hard to tell with Sai if first impressions rang true. "PLUS, Sai," she all but hissed, sticking up for her friends. "Hinata had a really rough time when she was little." Sai's eyebrows rose slightly behind his bangs but she only shook her head, not wanting to explain more. Neji had mouthed off about that Hyuuga clan stuff at the earlier Chunin Exams enough, both in the prelims and the final matches. "But she's become a serious kunoichi. —Hinata, I mean. And Sakura! So why are they both…"

Sai waited as long as he could. Ino was kind of tempting like this, biting her full bottom lip and thoughtful. "...Why are they still love-struck schoolgirls, engaged in fantasies about marrying either traitors or moron princes?"

"Hey!" Ino pushed him, laughing and scolding him for being mean to Naruto. And to Sasuke, a little.

"...But um yeah, kind of," she replied later to his query. Why were both girls still stuck in the past?

At the grill -

Mito was busy trying to munch the taste of months of fish forever from her mouth with delicious beef, frowning more and more as Kurenai softly scolded her for being hard on Hinata. She wished that Anko was here; Anko would get it. "I'm trying to keep her alive." Kakashi held out his chopsticks, offering her more meat, fresh and hot from the grill. It was probably time to stop hissing at people, especially considering the dark look her lover was giving her. "Don't mind if I do," she grinned just a bit, allowing him to place the meat in her mouth.

The chopsticks moved deeper. Asuma coughed and Mito's face lit up in a fiery blush as Kakashi cleared his throat, taking the chopsticks away.

"Good," the silver-haired Jonin grunted, looking away. Sucking on my chopsticks: are you trying to kill me? "Maa, you've lost too much weight," he added, worrying about her.

Mito sighed, never sure about that stuff, but usually not caring about a number on a scale, especially not compared to the size of her behind. She rested her cheek in her other hand, watching him. "You need to eat more, too." She fed him a piece of rare steak, giggling when Kurenai and Asuma looked so interested in his genjutsu mask. Or in something they were doing.

Gai had left Suna on a mission right after escorting the teams there so Mito hadn't seen him. She missed him, having not seen him in months. BUT she also missed Kakashi and he was right there!

That doesn't make sense!

While the others began to chat, Mito tried to slip the collector's box featuring her damn Kiri statuette (thanks, Zabuza: NOT) under the table but Kakashi rescued it again. Worse, Asuma kept whipping out little origami hats for her "doll" earlier. Kurenai, thinking it was hilarious, even found a tiny feather to put in one of them.

"So this thing with Hinata is about Naruto, right?" Asuma guessed as the conversation moved on.

"Sort of? NO, it's really not," Mito sighed, shoving more beef in her pie-hole before almost swallowing it whole. "Not really. If I think about the whole thing in a kiddy crush way, I'm almost more offended on Sora's behalf than Naruto's."

"Why?" Kakashi asked, genuinely puzzled, although he thought Mito was right for having privately ripped the Hyuuga heiress a new one for fainting like that in the Kazekage's building. And then crying? The others didn't know about that, though.

"Sora's got such a crush on her," she answered, wondering why they were bothering to talk about dumb teenage crap. "And he's a sweet boy. Very handsome and strong for his age and all that – or whatever it is girls like." The others snorted but she was being honest. "Naruto…" Mito didn't want to say.

Asuma, especially, leaned forward. "Naruto what?"

Mito looked around, even knowing that a complex silencing seal was on the table. It seemed like the kids had forgotten they were even there, which is how the thing was designed. "When it comes to motivation, Naruto is focused on Sasuke. And ONLY Sasuke." And the Uchiha's a traitorous little douchebag.

I swear to all that is Holy, if he hurts my brother again, I'll kill him!

Kakashi hummed. "I think you're overthinking that." Naruto and Sasuke hadn't truly had crushes on each other, had they?

Mito sighed. "I don't really care about that, even though maybe I should be worried if he is into Sasuke like that, he won't give the Uzumaki clan heirs: ha! How awful. –Obviously, I want his happiness more than any of that." She picked up some more beef, holding it up so it could cool this time. "And I don't want Hina to stick her neck out for my romantically clueless brother, naively hoping for an unknown future when monsters are hunting him –and she doesn't even know why that is!" Although that monk was no big threat. "Or IF it is a thing: being hunted, and it is," she continued rambling. "Plus," she added, frowning more. "Naruto wants to be Hokage. What kind of kunoichi would be happy as the Hokage's wife?" Surely not Hinata.

"Your mother?" Kakashi asked. Asuma and Kurenai both kicked him under the table but Mito didn't seem offended. "Ouch."

"Kaa-chan wanted the hat for herself." Which never made a lick of sense to me, either, Mito thought. –It was the weird family obsession, though, wasn't it?

Yuck.

"I don't think being the Hokage's wife sounds so bad," Kurenai stated after a beat, getting a surprised look from Asuma - and an oddly interested one from Mito. "As a position. –Seriously! Kushina-sama, Biwako-sama, and Mito-sama were able to meaningfully direct village resources or get what they wanted, ne?"

Asuma and Mito both winced and moved one of their hands, mirroring each other, indicating "only kinda," although both of them knew it was for different reasons. Mito would never say it but Asuma's mother had been a mean old witch and did her own thing; she and Hiruzen rarely partnering in anything together, professionally. Her own mom… Well, Uzumaki-Namikaze Kushina hadn't lived long enough to tackle many of the things she'd wanted to since her father had only been named Hokage a short time before her murder. Swallowing those bitter memories, Mito looked up. Hinata caught her eye and surprised, immediately hunched her shoulders, looking away. Mito sighed miserably and stood, setting to go over to the bigger table where all the kids were.

"So," Asuma said behind her. "You and my sister seem pretty damn cozy, Kakashi."

Already standing, Kurenai hooked her arm through Mito's and whispered, "Let him do his big brother thing," pulling her forward.

Mito tried to will away a blush and soon bent down to harass her students. She didn't hear an interesting, quick conversation between the male Jonins…

"What are your intentions with my sister, Hatake?"

Kakashi chewed on that a little, watching Mito approach their students. "Gonna ma–arry her." He heard Asuma's faint gasp and grinned - cue eye smile - popping another grilled pepper into his mouth, still covered by the genjutsu.

Asuma tried to digest that. He and Hideki had already had a threatening shovel talk with Hatake and knew he was serious about Mito but this was big. And he'd most likely been with her for some time on her last long mission. "She wants kids."

"Yes," Kakashi sighed, watching Mito with her students. She would certainly be a good mother but… "We still need to discuss that." It was impossible, though - which although sad, was for the best. Kids were horrible: many of them, anyway. Naruto was his little brother (and for years had been his primary mission) and he'd often been a nightmare. Hell, HE had been a nightmare child!

Mito slung an arm around Hinata and Kiba, who were sitting side by side.

"Listen you two," she whispered, nearly knocked down when Akamaru, who was hiding under the table, bashed up between her knees. "Hey, buddy," Mito greeted him warmly, leaning her smiling face down to nuzzle him as well. He had gotten so big. "Aside from a couple of things, I have a feeling I'll be in the village for a while, so if Shino's around, let's set an appointment for our tattoos." Kiba cheered, agreeing immediately, and Hinata beamed at her, looking hopeful: as if she was being given a second chance. Mito ruffled their hair and stood up straight after giving Akamaru ear scritches. She patted Sai's head, not wanting him to feel left out.

"Absolutely not," Neji hissed when Hinata's sensei turned away, having heard the secret plan

"Nej-jiii," Mito darkly began as she dramatically turned toward him with a flourish, fingers up, twitching and trying to be scary, ready to threaten his pasty butt with being pranked if he tried to stop them.

"No, sensei," Hinata said, focused on her cousin, the veins in her temples beginning to pop out "I will handle Neji-nii-san!"

Mito snorted and leaned over her student for a sec, watching.

Neji gulped, somewhat scandalized. "Hinata-sama!"

"That's nee-sama to you!"

Neji growled as the other Chunin hopefuls laughed at him and his apparently crazy cousin. The female senseis had fortunately decided to go back to their table while that idiot, Sai, began discussing tattoo artists he knew. "Just… promise me it isn't something scandalous that you're planning to forever have branded on your body! – Forever, Hinata!" Think about that!

Hinata's eyes were laser-focused on him. "I promise nothing of the sort!" She was going to prove herself as worthy again - from this moment forward. And if Neji told her father about her tattoo - or maybe one day her MULTIPLE tattoos, she would get him good!

Neji gaped, and finally, after several silent seconds between them, looked away. He would regretfully keep her latest secret. "I will accompany you then."

"Wonderful," Hinata grinned, her Byakugan jutsu finally fading.

"Yeah, dude," Kiba smiled, all in. "I'm getting the tattoo wrapped around my nipple!"

Neji almost fainted.

Mito had stepped back to join the other senseis and smiled, her breath catching as she locked eyes with Kakashi.

Things were going to be different when they went home, weren't they? It had been so nice to be… like a normal couple. No, everything between them had been incredible.

Shuddering over it, she weakly fisted her hands and bit her lips, licking them; she was NOT giving that up.

Kakashi's eye went lidded at whatever he was seeing in her and he beckoned her back to him.

"We should probably head out in the next half hour," Kurenai was saying to mainly Asuma although she glanced at them, too. "That way we can hit that nice onsen in Tanzu before they close down for the night…"

Asuma nodded, also looking conflicted. He fumbled for his lighter, desperately jonesing a smoke. "Only one night, though. Then we've gotta head back, straight away, after."

"Of course."

After they switched rooms so that Kurenai was with Asuma, (and unsure they were fooling any of the kids,) Kakashi pushed Mito back against the door. She softly pushed her breasts into him and moaned.

"Kashi," she breathed against his mask. "I was bad."

Kakashi's fine silver eyebrow raised. He pulled off his mask and licked his lips. "Were you? …I have questions about the marks I saw on your wrists in Suna; you didn't explain why you'd been wearing chakra cuffs." His eyebrow lifted when she sucked his half-gloved fingers into her mouth.

After several long seconds, Mito released them with a pop and a long lick. "I got in trouble for ripping a guy to pieces," she pouted - pouting even more when Kakashi only smirked, looking almost amused. Her lips pulled down and she looked away guiltily. "I need to be punished."

"Is that right," he asked into her neck, pulling back to look into her beautiful eyes. He'd already heard a little of what happened out there in the desert. "Or do you need to be rewarded?" The slightest flash of disappointment or aggravation showed in her expression, but it was gone in an instant. His Sharingan, however, had caught it. A rumble, almost a purr, grew from his chest as he pulled her hair back. "Wonder what I should do to make you regret it then." He kissed her, deep, rough, and long, getting dizzy when she pulled her legs up slowly, wrapping them around his waist. She smelled so fucking good he wanted to eat her alive. His hands squeezed her ass. Through his clothes and nose, he knew that she was already wet and he was hard as a rock. "Fuck." He trailed his fingertips and chakra along her nipples, biting softly into her neck. "Supposed to be good, Mi."

"That's why you should…" Mito blushed, wanting to be treated a little badly. Maybe he could make her feel something about the whole thing that went down in the desert of Suna. "Make me good."

Kakashi thrust up into her heat, still marking her up. "By making you do bad things?" He worked his hand down her pants, groaning at how wet she was.

"Please!"

Keeping her locked against the door, rubbing her clit, and pressing one finger after another into her, curling them, while he rutted against her, Kakashi was torn. He didn't want to be bad to her. He was an utter dick and an assassin; he had enough punishment in his day job, thank you very much. But if she needed it? If she was trusting him with this? He pulled his fingers out of her heat just as she was about to come and groaned, lifting them to show her. Mito had cried out, her eyes flashing with need and disappointment. "Suck."

Mito sucked. He almost grinned at the offended little tilt of her lips even as she stared at him with blown-out pupils, sucking his messy fingers so good. "Naughty girl." And there it was, the adoring smirk he would sometimes get from her as she went wild on his soaked fingers. "Strip."

"Yes, sir."

Oh, shit. Kakashi might enjoy this. "Then I want you on your knees." He watched as she quickly pulled her clothes off, hiding largely behind her hair. He pulled it back so that he could better see her as she dropped. Pretty nipples, all pebbled up and ready for me. Gods, she had an amazing body. He shuddered when she turned her head to gnaw on his still-covered erection, her big violet eyes focused on his mismatched ones. Using the hand that wasn't holding her wild hair back, Kakashi pulled his cock out and smacked her in the cheek with it. Mi gasped but began tonguing him. "No touching," Kakashi ordered when he saw her snake her fingers to her slit. "Hands behind your back." Mito immediately complied, looking so beautiful, gasping and panting like that, naked at his knees. "Open your mouth more," he ordered darkly. "I'm gonna fuck your pretty face." Mito opened her mouth and lolled out her tongue, licking her bottom lip. Kakashi pressed into her and a low growl ripped from his throat. "Got me so fucking hard. I hope your throat's up for the job."

Mito sucked on his tip and nodded, swirling her tongue around it and up and down his slit as she took him into her mouth. God, she'd been so beyond close with his fingers and now this?! Breathing hard, Mito tried to remember to breathe in through her nose every time he pulled her face away from him. She gagged on a particularly hard thrust, her eyes tearing, but did her best to open her throat and just take it, drooling and crying like a slut or not.

"Hand behind your back," Kakashi demanded again as he moved her mouth up and down his shaft. "God, you're beautiful like this. Being a little whore for my cock. –Get those hands behind your back, Mi." He shoved himself down her throat, almost crying out when she swallowed. "H– hollow your cheeks."

She let out a little choked whine. How was she supposed to do that when he was so big? It was almost easier to swallow.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when she managed it and Kakashi hammered into her.

On and on it went.

.

She took it so good.

Mito wasn't sure when he stopped, lifting her up to skewer her, but she shouted, leaning back as he split her open, his teeth gnashing against her skin. Then her back was on the futon and her chains crawled up his legs - he was still wearing clothes - and around his torso. Her throat and voice raw, Mito was begging. "Use me baby." His lengthened teeth closed partially around her nipple and she teetered at the edge, shouting when he pulled out again. She clawed up to him, desperate. "Kashi!"

Kakashi thrust her legs up and dug his teeth and tongue into his prize, getting a loud, slutty moan. "Shut up, Mi."

Mito's eyes went a little wide and she remembered to throw up a silencing seal against the wall and then shrieked, shirking away from him when his tongue swirled around her asshole. "Kakashi, no!" He pressed his tongue almost inside, holding her legs up with an iron, chakra-infused grip, as he went wild down there. "Fuck!"

One orgasm on top of another, Mito wasn't sure where she was in the world.

"What did I tell you, Mi?" Kakashi asked, as he spanked her cunt with his engorged cock, regaining her blissed-out focus. "You come on my fingers, then on my face, before you ever get my cock."

Mito wasn't sure that was how it had just worked but she nodded anyway, overstimulated, mortified over the whole anal thing, and just flustered. And he was stopping again?! "Ka~ash."

"Bad girl." Kakashi pushed her legs open and thrust into her all at once, losing his train of thought, and wound up praising her endlessly for taking him so well and licking the tears she shed away. "My baby…"

"My sweet girl…"

"My woman. Gonna… home…."

"Go home and make you mine there."

"No one else so good to me…. No pussy takes me so well, so tight."

"Hot… Gonna make you regret it… Gonna… make you do things you don't want…"

"So fucking wet and sloppy and TIGHT." One hand holding and rolling a nipple, the other grasping her ass hard, Kakashi gasped when Mito's clone did something after pulling off his pants, but he stayed on task, pounding into her mercilessly, going over the edge and taking her with him.

Later -

Holy fuck, Mi. What did you do to me?

Was that? –Had he just had one of those things called a full-body orgasm?

He sort of remembered passing out on top of her, feeling Mito moaning and writhing again as she pulled his hair, telling him she loved him as she came again. Then he died.

"Mito-chan," Kakashi began after waking up inside of her. "Did you… How do I put this? Did you…"

Mito cowered underneath him, hiding her face in her hands. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Kakashi slowly pulled out - Mito always hated that - and he stared down at her red face. Looking down at her hot little pussy dripping with his come, he began mindlessly stuffing it back inside her, getting another whine from the gorgeous woman. "Pretty. You're gonna need this." He held her in place, giving her a cocky look. "So. Hime-sama," he whined teasingly, "You snuck a tiny, lubed-up chain up my ass. Accidentally."

Mito squirmed. "Th- the shadow clone jutsu is fucked up!"

That tracked, Kakashi thought. He now remembered her making a clone that was messing with his ass after pulling his pants off. Felt good. "And where did it find lube?"

Mito gave him a look, raising a red eyebrow at him in disbelief, then struggled to get away again. "You always carry it in your pack." Kakashi's ears turned a little pink and he finally took his hands away. "I'm… Did you hate it?"

"N- Of course not." That was obvious, wasn't it? He was positive he was a new man now that the bar had been raised so unbelievably high. He was also fairly sure he'd died but had somehow resurrected, so there you go. Shit. "It's just… we should discuss those things first."

Mito nodded, her cheeks still red. "Like you licking into my…"

"Fucking delicious," Kakashi groaned, burying his head into her neck as he thought about it; it made him shudder. Mito seemed to be suppressing perverted giggles so he tickled them out of her. "Mmmmmm… It's long been a fantasy of mine. And you are right about that jutsu being off."

"Gross," Mito finally got out. She had even kissed him after he did that to her. Ew! "Wait. Why?"

Kakashi lifted his head, scratching his chin and wincing. "You know how I sometimes make a clone to watch us?"

"Yes." Mito found it embarrassing, weird, yet strangely hot - so she usually made her own clone to watch his. His clone always looked so damn serious and dark as he watched them… do things.

Then sometimes the two clones would run off and fuck each other silly, without having been ordered to. Then they'd get the memories and have to do the same thing!

"Well, he's always wanting to fuck you up your ass–" Kakashi snorted at Mito's "Gah!" and held her down as she tried to escape– "while I'm railing you."

Mito covered her face again. "Oh, 'railing me,' that's nice."

"Making love to you," he restated smoothly with a smirk, meaning it. Kakashi grinned into the kisses he got for that. Pushing himself up fully up he smirked at the weird faces his girlfriend soon began making: twisting her lips this way and that, her eyes sliding around, not meeting his own. "Is that a problem?"

Mito had been thinking about it since her boyfriend was so crazy about her giant rear end. Kakashi just seemed too BIG for something like that. "I think I'm saving acts like that for like…. My future husband's birthdays or something."

Beyond excited that she might let him one day (even once!) Kakashi's eyes had bugged out of his head. "My birthday's coming up. Hmm! Guess I better hurry up and get you that ring." Mito squeaked into his shoulder, pulling him down. He grinned at her. Mito's red eyelashes were fluttering so prettily and her expression screamed that she didn't know if he was serious or not. So flustered. She gave him kisses.

Trying to set her off, he gave her a serious-bordering-on-nasty glare out of nowhere when he remembered what Asuma mentioned. "I don't want kids."

"Yeah, I know," Mito replied with an easy roll of her eyes, smiling distractingly.

"But you like them."

"So?"

HOW? Is what wanted to scream but didn't. "What about… adopting?" Mito's cheeks were heating up and she looked uneasy again.

Mito gulped, wondering where this was all coming from. Did he really want anal that badly? She huffed and decided to be honest but as in love as she was, she still wouldn't marry someone just for something like that. Would he?! Surely not, but the whole thing was beginning to kinda piss her off. "Depends. If I ever get married that would have to be something to be decided between me and that person. I hope you're not being mean just because I can't have one."

She looked away, not seeing Kakashi's surprised, slightly guilty expression. He hadn't thought anything like that.

"...I'm not sure I'm together enough to think I could raise a kid on my own so I wouldn't be seeking that out." Mito gave him a weak smile. "I have my students, right? And anyway… Where's this coming from?"

"I told you I'm serious about you." Kakashi wasn't sure of exactly what to say. "Maa, I wanted to know and we've never put the topic all the way out there."

Mito's smile was small as she thought about that, her voice loving. Her eyes were soft. "Before we went out or anything, you came into my office, saying you didn't want kids."

Kakashi shrugged, messing with his hair as he tended to when he was nervous. "I was serious about you then, too. –Didn't want to mislead you." He wasn't even sure why he hated kids so much, aside from the obvious. Plus although he'd lost Father and Kushina and Rin, then Obito went mad… so much, but thanks to Mito's somewhat unintentional intervention, he had still managed to hold onto Minato (whom he was shamefully deceiving,) and Naruto, and obviously, and now most importantly, her. Plus, Gai, Sakura, Sasuke (that was a big question mark,) and Tenzo, he supposed. But that pack shit doesn't matter.

Yet even as he told himself that, his heart howled, mourning those words as it always did. He hugged Mito tighter, trying to shake the chill. The loneliness; the feel of something missing which sometimes crawled up and surprised him. It was better now that she was with him again. "Let's get cleaned up."

"Okay," Mito quietly replied, flushed and surprised he'd gone there earlier. She pulled him up, getting a laugh about her strength from the silly man who immediately snaked his arms around her, helping her remain standing. Her arms were fine but her legs were bruised and rubbery. "Um. Wanna see the chain?"

Kakashi tilted his head, not understanding. He watched as Mito carefully made a tiny chain that looked more like a silken thread than anything else. Until the end of it bloomed into a ball. He touched it, feeling the weight of it. Whoa. "Oh. –That's what you shoved up my ass?!"

"I didn't shove it! I was careful- or my clone was, ya know! I'm a doctor. And I could feel exactly where it was because it was MY chakra. I expanded it in the right place, right? And it - and you - were all lubed up!"

Kakashi slowly nodded, pulling her toward the bathroom. She had definitely done that. "Very creative."

"Thank you," Mito smiled genuinely. "I've been working on that technique for months!" Along with some very important other things. "It feels okay now, too, right? Surprisingly?!"

Kakashi gave her a dark look, kissing her knuckles after turning the water on. "How did you know it was safe and would 'feel okay' after?" Mito's face burned so red, it probably would've lit up the dark. "Oh, tsk, tsk. Mi! You used it on yourself, didn't you?"

"N-no!"

He pushed her into the shower. "Doing something so naughty without me? And then lying about it?" he smirked, sliding his hands down her wild hair with the water. "Now I really will punish you."

.

Kakashi sauntered over to Asuma who was sitting in the male side of the onsen, smiling when he heard Mito and Kurenai giggling about something –right after his girl had cannonballed into the women's side. "Maa, she's so noisy."

"Yeah," Asuma agreed, picking up his phone to dry it off (because of the earlier cannonball) while Kakashi sank into the water beside him. He snorted when he noticed that Kakashi had a wet washcloth plastered to his face and another drier hand towel over it. "I don't know what your deal is, but I swear I'm not going to stare at you if you take it off."

"Thanks," Kakashi smiled genuinely, leaving it on, anyway. "The brats probably would, though." The brats, in fact, were already staring at them (or dunking each other and acting like a bunch of fools. Having fun: it would've been nice if he'd been able to do that at their age.) And was Akamaru allowed in here? He thought about summoning his pack. They had enjoyed the ship's hot tub, although they made a mess with their hair.

Asuma shrugged his shoulders, looking over at the kids. "They're curious." Kakashi hummed and turned, grabbing his phone after wiping his hands on the towel that was previously slung around his hips. Turning it on, he smirked at his screensaver, seeing Mito smiling sweetly at him, her two-toned hair flying everywhere as she sat in one of the mega-yacht's captain's chairs, in the thong-bikini thing he'd given her. God, she was gorgeous like that.

Asuma briefly glanced over at it. "It's like you want people to know."

Kakashi almost laughed. "Maybe I do."

"...That's dangerous."

Kakashi sighed. It wasn't fair - although neither was life. Would he have still chosen to be a shinobi before the age of 5, had he known all he'd be giving up? How would a toddler, basically, even imagine what he'd be doing for the rest of his life? The horrible things he'd have to do… What it would be like…

Would he have been successful at anything else? Mito seemed to think he would be. Mito believed in him as a man and not just a soldier. And look what she was forced to do earlier when she only wanted to check on her students.

His sweetheart was torn up by killing that monk in the desert. Or rather, she was torn up by NOT caring about her enemy in the slightest, thinking that made her foul. It didn't, although it did make her a lot more like him. "But it always will be dangerous, won't it?"

Asuma had to agree with that. "Until it's not." Kakashi nodded, putting his phone down and sinking deeper into the water, repeating those same words: "Until it's not." –The words the two of them used would probably wind up damning themselves to a very early death...