Rin's tits weren't really big, but damn pretty. Like two rosebuds with sweet, pink nipples. Kakashi loved Rin's tits. They jiggled slightly every time she lowered her upper body to his hip. And hop, the nipples bounced. And hop, again. This sight conjured up a dirty grin on Kakashi's lips. He reached out for the buds, grasped the left of them, kneaded it tightly, and pulled the right closer to his face to suck on it with relish. The hard pip, a handsome symbol of her arousal, nestled perfectly against his tongue, tasted sweet, elicited a satisfied growl from him.

Now Rin let her pelvis spin only shallowly, moaned softly at Kakashi's tongue play. "Haah, shit, Kakashi, what are you doing to me.." His laughter dried up in her hot skin. He slapped her ass with the hand that didn't massage her bud, causing her to squeal softly, grabbed her cheek roughly and now moved faster on his own while he dug into her lush flesh and held her trembling figure in position.

With a deep roar, Rin clung to her pillow, tugging painfully at some of Kakashi's strands of hair that had spread on it, panting louder and louder with each of his thrusts. Finally, she pushed her torso lower, smothering Kakashi with her dancing buds, whimpering and her abdomen narrowing around his cock, which fucked her to climax as it did every time.

A gentle pop sounded as Kakashi released her nipple. "Rin, moan my name," he demanded eagerly.

"Mhhhh, Kakashi..." she murmured close to his ear.

Fueled by all the lechery she conveyed to him with her voice, Kakashi clawed almost desperately into her soft butt, quickening his movements. "Yhes..." he gasped tonelessly. "Who do you belong to?"

"Haaaahhhh," she whimpered, and her fingernails scratched his scalp. "Only you, Kakashi... Nghhhhh hah, only you.."

"Yes, fuck. Think of my cock next time he has it off with you."

"Oh yes.. I.. Mhhhhh... I will.. Oh shit... yes..."

Rin came again and Kakashi did the same. They both moaned, she much louder than he did, with a hoarse whine, but even Kakashi couldn't hold back a relieved sound. His body relaxed again, and he let his arms fall wearily on the mattress.

Rin straightened up slightly, looked at his sweaty face with a broad grin and kissed him on the small birthmark on his chin. "We should go."

"Mh," Kakashi said and pushed Rin off him. It was half past nine. He was sweaty and totally exhausted, but he could absolutely forget to take a shower now. "Bollox. Sex before school is really not a good idea."

"Well, what? You never have anything against a spontaneous fuck. So don't cry around here and scurry." She had already put on her bustier and shoved her arms into the white blouse of her uniform.

Kakashi groaned and at least took the time to remove the condom from his dick and dab the sperm from his glans with a handkerchief.

Rin, now wearing an emerald green bow, a black blazer and a gray pleated skirt, straightened her short, brown hair and applied lip gloss. With a bold smile, she watched in the mirror as Kakashi climbed into his shorts and gray pants behind her and slipped on his white button-up, the thin fabric sticking a little to the shallow film of sweat on his pale skin and he had difficulty closing the buttons over his well-trained upper body. She giggled. "I'm honest with you, Kashi, yeah? You urgently need a shower."

Kakashi gave her reflection a grumpy look. "Tie my tie." He stood up, folded up his shirt collar, put the long, also emerald green fabric around his neck and came to Rin, who obediently turned around and tied a perfect Windsor knot with practiced hand movements. She jerked it up to his larynx and tapped it twice. "Do it yourself in the future."

Kakashi coughed slightly, loosened his tie a little and said, "You took that thing off me, so it's your job to fix it." He grinned crookedly and gave her a slap on the butt. "It should be in your interest that I don't look fucked."

Rin rolled her eyes. "With you, that's not so obvious. You could at least claim that it would have been some other chick."

Sneering, Kakashi approached Rin's face until their lips almost touched. "Jealous?"

She indicated a bite, which is why he put a few more centimeters between the two of them, and she whispered, "You would like that."

Kakashi laughed softly growling, but didn't answer. "See ya." He swung his black jacket with the emblem of St. Kensington Academy on his shoulder and walked briskly through the otherwise empty house down to the double-winged front door.

Outside in the gravel yard of the Nohara villa stood his baby-blue Beetle. The rusty metal of the door creaked loudly when he opened it, and the old leather fizzled out a few clouds of dust as he chucked himself in. He threw his jacket on his school backpack in the footwell of the passenger seat and looked in the stained rear-view mirror. Rin was right, he looked terrible. Grumbling, he tousled through his silver-gray hair and then plucked it into shape, as he always did. Well. Pretty was different.

Resigned, he turned the ignition key. The engine neighed sadly. "Come on, you fucking bitch.." He hit the cassette deck hard and turned the key again. The neighing lasted longer, then the engine whimpered and rattled like a pensioner with lung cancer on his deathbed. How long the jalopy lasted was really worth a bet. Although he would never bet on her failure, because that would mean that he no longer had a wheeled vehicle, and he wanted to spare himself the disgrace of cruising through Manchester by bus and train. It was humiliating enough anyway to see his rustbucket constantly standing next to all the expensive sleds of the other students.

Kakashi was just about to shift into gear when the door of the villa opened and Rin stepped out. She looked far too good in her uniform, waved to Kakashi with a jaunty grin and went to her Mercedes convertible. Her engine started immediately. She lowered the top and came roaring next to Kakashi. "Wanna race to school?"

In response, Kakashi merely raised his middle finger. Rin's cheeky laugh was drowned out by her roaring engine, and she disappeared between the thick, hedged property walls that framed the wrought-iron gate. Kakashi followed her, even though she was already out of sight. Only a few minutes later he arrived at the school in Altrincham, parked at the very edge next to all the other Bentleys and Aston Martins and even a thick Royce and strolled with jacket and backpack on his shoulder to their meeting place, where the same Rin, whose tits he had sucked on a quarter of an hour ago, stood in Obito's arms and greeted him, as if they were seeing each other for the first time today. "Morning, Kashi."

"Morning," Kakashi replied unfazed and bumped fists with his friends, also touched Rins briefly. He still thought it was weird that she hung out with them so often. Not that he had anything against it. She had already ogled at him before, like every girl at the Kensington, but since she had got together with Obito in February, she had been around him almost every second and it had taken him a long time to get used to seeing the two of them smooching and holding hands – after all, the two of them had met almost regularly since her phat birthday party in November and hadn't stopped when Obito had announced that he and Rin were now a couple. Kakashi had never intended to get into a love triangle with his buddy, especially since Rin wanted to conceal from her boyfriend that she also had something going on with Kakashi at the same time – so Kakashi did the same and treated their meetings like a secret affair. It didn't matter to him; as long as he could hump Rin, he accepted this secrecy.

"You look absolutely exhausted, dude," Genma remarked, running his fingers through his loose brown hair.

For this, he earned Kakashi's second middle finger that morning. "And yet I'm far prettier than you."

A sneaky snort came from Asuma. "You two lovebirds all the time, take a room."

Kakashi's third middle finger was raised. "I'm not a poof, so shut your gob."

Asuma grinned wickedly, shoved a cigarette into his mouth and was about to light it, when Kakashi noticed a movement over Obito's shoulder. Minato Namikaze, their teacher of health and mathematics, walked purposefully towards the small group. "Flash comes, Flash comes!" he hissed and Asuma hastily pulled the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Good morning," Minato greeted the group and raised his hand with a smile. As usual, his hair shimmered in dazzling light blonde in the light of the mild morning sun, reminding everyone present why the guy had earned his nickname. "Mister Hatake, can I speak to you for a second?" he addressed Kakashi directly.

"Of course, sir," Kakashi replied politely and let him lead him a little further to the spacious park of Kensington schoolyard. He stopped under an oak tree that cast an unpleasantly cool shadow. Kakashi did the same and waited eagerly.

Minato got straight to the point. "I have good news for you: I have just received confirmation that university coaches will be present at the first game of the coming season. They will look at your approach as team captain and I am sure they will appreciate your talents."

"Really? That's terrific, sir," Kakashi said enthusiastically. It was precisely because of such an opportunity that he agreed to be captain of the rugby team in the first place. Actually, he hated this sport and he had only decided to do it because he was obliged to do extracurricular activities and he still found rugby more appealing than pottery. Unfortunately, Kensington didn't offer football, otherwise he would have signed up for it, and all the music courses were far too overrun by the snobbish prodigies, so he wouldn't have had a chance without a stinking rich family breathing down his neck. But finally the hard work would pay off. "I'll do my best."

"I don't expect anything less from you," Minato smiled.

"Thank you, Mister Namikaze. You made my day with that," Kakashi slied and Minato smiled before turning away and walking over to the building. Kakashi, however, returned to his friends, who immediately besieged him. "What did Flash want from you?" asked Obito, who stroked the back of Rin's hand while she fiddled with his tie.

"Ah," Kakashi waved off nonchalantly, "rugby and stuff. After the holidays, coaches from the universities come by and want to see how I play." He said it casually and hoped for an enthusiastic reaction in which they praised him, but as is so often the case, the topic of "scholarship" was one that the others liked to avoid.

Genma groaned heavily and let his head circle on his shoulders. "I'm not up for the next school year, guys. I just want to lie on the beach and do nothing. This shitty rain this summer is getting on my nerves. It's July and we've barely exceeded the twenty-degree mark. What's the point?"

Asuma patted him on the shoulder and finally smoked his cigarette. "Look at it positively, only next week and the sun won't just shine out of your ass anymore."

"Mhhhh, yes~", Genma cooed and couldn't suppress a grin. "And next year at this time we'll get rid of fucking school and study, awesome eh."

"By the way, my father invites you all to Tenerife so that we can celebrate our graduation," Rin mentioned and earned enthusiastic "Ooooh"s. She addressed Kakashi directly. "Kashi, are you coming too?"

The sayee smiled narrowly. "I'll probably have to work anyway."

"Pf, work," Obito snorted. "Can't you prise the bastards? Just take a week or two off, fly down there with us, enjoy not just eating tinned junk, and feel like one of us, at least for a short time."

Everything about these words caused a stabbing in Kakashi's chest. The people at VoS were no bastards, he couldn't just take a vacation because he would then lack the wages for a week or two, he couldn't afford a plane ticket to the Canary Islands anyway, he might not eat as exclusively as the boys, but certainly just as healthy, and feel like one of them for a short time? SHORT?! "I'll piss before first lesson," he said emphatically indifferently, with the feeling of sounding a little grim, and marched into the main building.

Obito Uchiha, Genma Shiranui and Asuma Sarutobi were the kings of St. Kensington Academy. They were popular, coveted and fucking arrogant. Kakashi had always wondered why they would bother with a welfare case like him. Sure, he wasn't unpopular himself, was well received by girls and teachers, was appreciated for his good grades, his athletic performance and, above all, his looks – but he was only here because he was an excellent student, and Minato had secured a scholarship for him. Without that, he would have soured at most at a public high school, probably not even that. It was more likely that he would have gone straight to work after graduating from secondary school and could have forgotten about a future outside of Hulme and the poverty that comes with it. Currently, he was only working part-time to help his father financially and to be able to afford a few things like his jalopy or fucking a fraction of the tuition fees of the Royal College of Music.

None of them understood how big this news with the coaches was, because they couldn't understand what it was like to live without millions in Daddy's account. He knew only one person who would appreciate this opportunity: his dad.

After a miserably long day at school, Kakashi went straight home. He parked his Beetle in a free parking lot on the large square in front of the Crescents and strolled towards his apartment block in the huge complex, which had lost a lot of its splendor in recent years. Once the Crescents had been "the future of Manchester", today they were nothing more than a concrete block riddled with mold and asbestos, with broken mailboxes and a pile of sand in the middle of the void, in which you could find rather cat shit than gold.

When Kakashi turned the corner, he immediately noticed a sleek, black Benz parked directly in front of his targeted house entrance in the no-parking zone. Boys from the surrounding blocks roamed around it, keened on the chrome-plated rims and looked at the certainly expensive interior of the whip, which was barely visible through the tinted windows. Kakashi stopped and admired the car as well, but he couldn't help but smile. Whoever parked such a sled unattended in Hulme had to have a lot of confidence in his today's horoscope. Here, such a thing was cracked and randomly reparked in a garage, of course completely legal, faster than anyone could say "God save the Queen".

Shaking his head, he turned away from the spaceship and climbed the wrecked steps up to the third floor. The higher you got, the fewer apartments were still lively. This could have made the living situation in the Crescents pleasantly quiet, but this slowly decaying building attracted all kinds of rabble. Sprayers had their own ideas about giving the dreary walls a new coat of paint, you constantly had to be careful not to step into used syringe needles or to look at the punks askance so as not to get a butterfly between the ribs, and every day the Kitchen made sure that even the last plaster trickled down from the ceiling. It stank, it was dirty, you could hardly set foot outside the door at night, and yet Sakumo vehemently refused to be resettled. Somewhere it was understandable, after all, the City Council had waived the rents years ago, which saved him a lot of money. But was it worth it to die a slow and agonizing death?

With each subsequent step, Kakashi's urge to rock his first game and get this damn scholarship solidified, in the end he wouldn't even care for which university, as long as it was one at all. He had to get his father out of here before he died in this hole. The rusty key tugged clumsily in the lock and when Kakashi pushed the door open, strange voices came towards him. It jingled softly because he hit his foot against a plastic bag full of empty beer bottles. „... know what you owe him!" it came from the direction of the living room.

A dark premonition crept over Kakashi. He left his backpack and jacket in the hallway and stepped through the door frame, where an ornate glass door had once hung. A gruesome picture opened up in front of him: His father, as always in worn-out clothes, unshaven, his dull, gray hair uncombed and overdue to wash for a few days, sat on one of the three kitchen chairs, in front of him an insane-looking guy, hardly older than Kakashi, dirty, colorless gel hairstyle, a fist on Sakumo's collar, one in the air. Another guy, taller and broader, wrinkled face, with tanned skin and graying fluffy hair, stood leaning against the kitchenette on which half-cut vegetables lay, his arms crossed and his eyebrows grimly pinched. "Who's that little cunt?!" snarled the guy who threatened Kakashi's father.

"Please..", Sakumo begged and his black eyes darted from the stranger to his son and back again. "Please, no, don't hurt him. He has nothing to do with any of this. I.. I'll have the money soon. Please.. Mister Uchiha gets everything, the full sum. I just need.. a little more time, then I can pay."

The madman spat spitefully on the ground and turned his attention back to his victim. He released his free fist, clapped the flat of his hand in Sakumo's face and growled with a deadly undertone in his voice, "Our boss is getting really impatient." Then he finally let go of Sakumo.

Kakashi saw his father take a deep breath, as if the gel-head had actually choked him off. The stranger approached Kakashi with a jittery swing in his knees, who took half a step back, but stared unimpressed into those ice-cold, pink eyes that flashed dangerously at him. "What are you staring at, you little sissy, eh?!" the guy snapped and when he was only a nose in front of Kakashi, the other stranger, who had only watched the scene in silence so far, spoke up. "Hidan, leave the boy alone. Madara doesn't want to have another examination stuck on his ass."

Gel-head snorted contemptuously, assessed Kakashi once again with a disparaging sparkle and then set about pulling each drawer out of the cupboards, carelessly letting its contents crash onto the partially cracked tiles and warbling a nursery rhyme in a crooked pitch like a madman.

Kakashi was about to step forward, but he met Sakumo's gaze, which indicated a shake of the head and forced Kakashi to freeze. He couldn't be serious..! Why did his father allow the guys to demolish their kitchen?! With seething hatred in his throat, he had no choice. It was Sakumo's decision and so he watched as the two men created an absolute battlefield, helped themselves to the cupboards next to the small sofa and even swept the napkin rack and the large jug from the dining table, causing Sakumo to slide back a bit on his chair to avoid the gush of water.

Suddenly, this gel-head, whom the senior had called "Hidan", screamed loudly and held a small bundle of banknotes in his hands. "Jackpot!" He threw the bundle to the senior, who briefly counted it with his thumb. "500 pounds, that should be enough as a down payment."

Gel-head giggled dirty. "That'll make our boss really happy, Hatake."

Sakumo was silent, lowered his eyes and looked humbly at the ruins of what had been the tv a few minutes ago.

"Come on, Hidan, we bunk. That's all we can get in this booth anyway," grumbled Senior.

Gel-head braced himself with both arms on the now empty tabletop. "You have a week, old man. If you don't pay by then, your little sissy may question his health." The pink flashed over to Kakashi, who held his gaze with trembling fists. Gel-head grinned crookedly. "What, twatty, are you mad at the big, bad men?" He laughed out loud, apparently ignoring the fact that he was shorter than Kakashi, walked around the round table and was about to follow Senior, but stopped again in front of Kakashi and aggressively moved his head in his direction, who jerked away against his own will and only elicited another shrill laugh from the madman. The two marched through the hallway, Gel-head knocked over the small commode with the scarves and gloves as he passed, and then only their heavy footsteps could be heard in the stairwell.

Kakashi climbed over the toppled cabinet, slammed the door shut and locked it from the inside. He was still shaking all over and now that he and his father were alone, he could indulge in his fear and anger. He gasped loudly, kicked the wall, and turned toward the living room, where Sakumo was already busy cleaning up the mess the men had left behind. Kakashi returned to his father, straightened the commode and fetched a roll of garbage bags from the cupboard under the sink, the door of which hung only on one hinge, of which he handed one to his father.

At first it was quiet in the Hatakes' apartment, but Kakashi couldn't stand the silence for long and after a while, in which nothing else could be heard but the scraping of shards and the soft rumbling of rolling wooden parts, he murmured, "Dad, this can't go on like this."

Sakumo groaned and sank into his chair. He didn't say anything and when Kakashi looked up, he noticed that his father was holding a picture frame made of tarnished brass in his hand. He knew what photo was in it and slowly let his garbage bag sink to the floor. The tortured expression on Sakumo's face was unmistakable. Kakashi had seen him like this too often in recent years. And like every time, he had no idea what to say. So, he decided he didn't want to do it in the first place. "Dad, I might have a chance at a scholarship. Mister Namikaze spoke to me earlier, coaches will come to the first game and if I'm good, I can study."

Nothing, no reaction.

"Dad?"

Sakumo lifted his head. His gaze was glassy, as if he were far away. "Huh?"

"After the holidays, coaches from the universities will come to the first game. If I'm lucky, one of them is from the Royal and I can study there."

"Oh, son..", Sakumo sighed and put the picture frame on the dining table, which is why now a pretty woman in her early thirties with reddish-blond curls and many freckles on her face shone through the room like a little sun. Kakashi looked into his mother's bright green eyes for a long time until he swallowed hard, tore himself away from the sight of her and looked back at his father, who now had his hands folded in his lap and continued to look at the photo. "She would be so proud of you."

Kakashi's lungs contracted, but he remained silent.

"What you've already achieved, just through diligence and a little savvy," Sakumo murmured absentmindedly. "You're gonna go far, Kakashi, I know that."

"Are you proud of me?"

At last, his father looked up, and a slight smile tugged at his pale lips. "Of course, I am." Every happy spark was immediately extinguished. "Please don't let me drag you down, son."

Shaking his head, Kakashi let go of his plastic bag and sat down opposite his father at the table. "You're not dragging me down, Dad. I'm doing all this just for us. When I study, I'll take you to London, you'll find a good job there and then everything will be fine."

"Money isn't everything," Sakumo replied quietly and cleared his throat.

Kakashi couldn't resist a frown. His father had been coughing for years, which could hardly be a positive signal in view of the germ load in the air in this apartment. Two loan sharks had just devastated their apartment. Soon they would both be homeless if the City Council threw the last squatters out of the Crescents to finally start the demolition, which was now officially planned. Money might not be everything, and yet they were in this predicament, surrounded by the ruins of their furnishings, because they lacked the money.

"Dad..", Kakashi started cautiously, but Sakumo interrupted him – maybe because he knew where his son wanted to lead the conversation and he wanted to avoid this discussion like every time. "How is Gai?" he asked in a fake cheerful voice that didn't fit at all with his permanently dejected expression.

Completely flabbergasted, Kakashi shook his head. "How do you come up with him now?"

"Well, you two have always gotten along so well. Man, how many times did Noriko have to call for you in the summer to finally come to dinner? But in the end, she only had to lure you with cookies, then you were faster than the wind. He hasn't been with us for a long time now. A few weeks, for sure."

"Almost a year," Kakashi grumbled, scratching his ear restlessly.

"Has it been so long..", Sakumo murmured, nodding. "Why don't you invite him to our house again? Dai will certainly have his studio full again during the holidays, so the boy can eat with us. Doesn't Kina also come to visit? Then it's almost like it used to be when you three kick up a fuss."

"We're not friends anymore," Kakashi replied and stood up. He scraped together a few more shards in front of the kitchenette with his shoe and started to chop the carrots further.

"Gai and you?"

"Yes."

"Oh, why not? In the past, the two of you had been inseparable, almost like brothers. Dai and I have already thought about whether we should just tear down the wall between our apartments so that we can live together as a family. That certainly wouldn't have bothered you two, you have always spent the night together."

"Well, that's just how times change," Kakashi replied coldly.

He heard a movement behind him and when his father spoke, he sounded much closer than before. "Kakashi, has something happened between you?"

With a loud clonk, the knife landed on the cutting board. "I think I'll just get some chips for lunch, I'm not very hungry. And I have to go to work soon anyway."

"It's only four, son."

"So?" Kakashi turned away and, without looking at his father, walked out of the kitchen into his room, where he peeled off his uniform, threw it into the laundry basket and dropped onto his bed in his underpants. Why did his father have to talk about this shitty Gai all the time?! He never wanted to have anything to do with this cocksucker again. Groaning, he wiped his face and looked at the poster of Vision Thing, which from his point of view was hanging upside down. The golden eye of Horus surveyed the narrow room with a condemning expression. A small, purple receipt from Leaf Records was stuck next to it, Andrew Eldritch's autograph was emblazoned on the back – how proud they had been to meet their idol in the record store back then..

Kakashi shook his head. Hardly anything else had been expected from the boys at Kensington, but not even his father had been honestly happy about the news with the coaches. Gai certainly would have, he always had been, but he wouldn't talk to him anymore. So Kakashi had no choice but to celebrate this actually positive news with himself. It wasn't an A, but something like that would be worth an album, wouldn't it? Well, he had to get a win before he started thinking about a reward. He didn't have a scholarship yet. It was all just a distant dream, but Kakashi knew that it would be within reach with the next game. Nobody from the team would leave now and only a few weeks ago they had won by a landslide against Etonbridge Academy from Liverpool. Everything looked good, basically nothing stood in his way. He smiled faintly.

When he sat up, he shivered briefly. Even by British standards, this summer was far too cold. He slipped into his usual clothes—ripped blue jeans, white T-shirt, black hoodie, old leather jacket, white tennis socks, and worn-out chucks—and returned to the living room, where nothing had changed. Only Sakumo sat at the table again, this time with a beer bottle in front of him. Again, a pain tugged at Kakashi's lungs, and he muttered, "Don't drink too much, Dad, you still have to work."

Sakumo raised the bottle to his lips in response and took a sip. "You have nothing to say to me, son."

There it was again; the personality that only came out when Sakumo had drunk. Kakashi sighed soundlessly. He didn't want to argue again, especially not because of something like that. It didn't help anyway. If Sakumo wanted to drink, he would, Kakashi had never been able to stop him from doing so before. "I'll leave now, see ya tomorrow."

His father did not answer him and therefore he slammed the apartment door particularly loudly into the lock.