Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ His Fault ❯ Forced Hand ( Chapter 2 )

The return journey for the group had been relatively the same as the previous night, except the Copy Ninja had some how found a way to refrain from causing Genma bodily harm.

 

Now it wasn't that the senbon sucking shinobi had finally learned to shut his mouth. On the contrary, he was just smart enough to realize that his silver haired friend couldn't continue to cause him injury in the others presence lest their sexy cherry blossom found out the reason.

 

So Genma realized that he had free reign to mumbled lewd things under his breath from an exact distance where he was far enough away from Sakura's ears but close enough to her to keep him self safe.

 

Meanwhile the naughty daydream inducing pink haired woman kept casting suspicious glances around the forested area. Sakura could swear it felt like the trees had eyes. In between her neurotic impulses she found time to reprimand her blonde haired friend for his random acts of stupidity.

 

Poor Naruto didn't understand why his pink haired friend was so irritable, in the end he chalked it up to it being `that time of the month'.

 

Needless to say all four members of their little ragtag team were more than thankful once they crossed the threshold into their beloved village. At least one of the team was a little more grateful than the rest as the after noon sun shown down upon them.

 

`…I'll just send Sakura and Naruto on their way and then…'

 

Kakashi's droopy eye all but sparkled as he turned his murderous gaze on an unsuspecting Genma. His gloved hands itched to exact a small amount of retribution on his little hentai friend.

 

 

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“What the hell happened to you? Mission that bad?”

 

Asuma choked on his smoke as his bandaged friend hobbled over to their usual table on his brand new set of crutches. Genma scowled as he tried to lower himself into the chair next to Raidou. It was hard going since he sported a broken leg and an even shattered arm. His usual headband/skullcap was replaced with white linen bandages as well.

 

“Shit, I wish.”

 

His scarred faced friend laughed heartily beside him as Genma laid his wooden walking sticks against the table on the other side.

 

“Well, come on. Tell us what happened then.”

 

Just then Asuma looked toward the entrance to see his main squeeze enter the doors with the Copy Ninja right behind her. Genma and Raidou turned to see who Asuma had beckoned over. Genma glared at Kakashi who acted like he didn't even notice him as he guided the ruby eyed woman over with a hand on the small of her back. Asuma ashed his cigarette as he jokingly addressed his silver haired friend.

 

“Watch it; I might think your trying to steal my woman.”

 

Kurenai rolled her eyes as she took the empty seat next to her bearded companion. Genma was thankful that the Copy Ninja took the seat on the other side of Raidou. He couldn't help the dig that seemed to slip past his lips.

 

“I wouldn't be too worried about that…”

 

Kurenai and the rest raised an eyebrow at the bandaged man's words but it was her voice that spoke up. She wanted to know if his words had were a dig at Kakashi or her.

 

“And why's that?”

 

Asuma looked like he wanted to know as well. Kakashi kept his aloofness as he poured himself a drink from the community pitcher Asuma had bought earlier. He wasn't too worried about Genma spilling the beans on him…not after he had spilled some of his blood earlier. A small smile formed under his mask as he thought about exactly what he had done to the man who had utterly deserved his full…attention.

 

Genma scowled and turned to look down the table at the man who was the cause for his current condition. He wasn't looking forward to going another few rounds with an enraged Hatake Kakashi anytime soon. So he said simply…

 

“You're not his type…”

 

Genma knew exactly what the great Hatake Kakashi's type was. Short pink hair, green eyes, a plump and juicy rear that was attached to an even sexier pair of toned legs….

 

…that happened to just walk by.

 

Genma smirked as he heard the sweet, sweet sound of his nemesis almost choking on his alcoholic drink. He could just imagine the sort of erotic scenarios running through his so called friends head right now. He could think of a few him self as his eyes lingered on the short hem of her slinky little black dress as she neared her destination.

 

Unfortunately for the Copy Ninja, Genma wasn't the only one who caught the cause of the elite shinobi's distress. Kurenai smirked as she turned away from the sight of Haruno Sakura sliding into the booth next to a similarly clad Ino across from Hinata and Naruto.

 

“I see. Maybe if I dyed my hair pink and started calling you Kakashi-sensei… Would you find me attractive then?”

 

The table erupted into laughter at that. Kakashi promptly pulled out his trusty book and decided to ignore the others around him or at least he tried to.

 

Raidou, who knew his brown haired friend so well, rounded on him immediately.

 

“Let me guess, he did this to you because you kept torturing him right?”

 

Genma looked hurt as Kurenai gasped and looked from one man to the other. Kakashi kept quiet as he tried to concentrate on his ink covered pages. Asuma just laughed beside her.

 

“I was just… Come one, she's gotten to be one hot little piece of ass…”

 

Raidou and the others continued to look totally unsympathetic.

 

“Hey, I'm not the only who's every said they'd like to f…!”

 

A chopstick decided to say `hello' to the side of his bandaged head right then.

 

The other occupants of the table turned to the reading shinobi as the wooden projectile victim rubbed his new raw spot tenderly. Kakashi never said a word or looked up from his book and the others took this as a great time to change the subject. Their silver haired friend rarely ever displayed such a lack of control.

 

Asuma felt like Genma's current condition should have been the first indication that this was not a subject that was open for discussion.

 

 

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As the night wore on Kakashi couldn't help sneaking peaks at the pink haired woman he had taken so many times in his disturbed little mind.

 

He recalled clearly the time Genma's words had created the first of his many erotic daydreams. They had been thrown together on another mission but that time without the two younger ninjas to accompany them. It had only been himself and Genma doing a recon mission on a local lord's wife.

 

Really why he had been assigned to a `is my wife cheating on me' mission, he had no idea. Of course Kakashi was quite aware that people paid for shinobi assistance for the strangest of things. What he didn't understand was why the Hokage had saddled him with a partner for such an easy mission, especially Genma.

 

As the night's investigation of them peeping through the rafters above the lord's bedroom while he was away on business commenced Kakashi had been feeling fortunate that Genma was along. He had left all `evidence gathering'… a.k.a picture taking… to his orally fixated friend as he read under a flashlight beside him.

 

It wasn't until Genma referenced the woman's pink hair to that of Sakura did he start to curse his companion's presence. At first he had tried to ignore Genma's words for the written words of his trusty book. It helped somewhat until the imagery invoked by his precious book's plot twisted into that of himself and his now of age pink haired green eyed friend.

 

The toothpick wielding shinobi continued to point out similarities between the woman's breasts and ass to that of Sakura's as the noises below became louder. There was no way to quiet the noise or his bastard of a friend without alerting their position. Needless to say, Kakashi had been extremely relieved when their so called mission had been over. He was ready to put the whole experience behind him.

 

What he had not been ready for was his reaction to his pink haired friend once he returned. That mission had been quite a few months ago and every time he was around Sakura now he found his mind slipping back into that sex filled fantasy land.

 

Kakashi turned his attention down the table to the cause of all his inner turmoil.

 

`If only he had kept his damn mouth shut…'

 

Kakashi took another `faster than light speed' swig of his strong drink.

 

`…then I wouldn't have this insane urge to…'

 

His dark glazed eye turned to watch Sakura twist to the side to whisper something into her blonde friend's ear. The action made the side of her silky skirt ride a little further up her toned pale thigh.

 

`…run my hand over that exposed bit of flesh and then finally find it's way into her…'

 

Everyone's attention was quickly diverted as a gloved fist banged the table's scrubbed wooden surface hard. In a blink of an eye Kakashi had laid down a few bills and gotten up to leave. He was already making his way out the door as jade eyes looked over to his vacant chair.

 

 

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“Wasn't that Kakashi-sensei just now?”

 

Ino nudged the startled woman beside her. Sakura continued to stare dumbfounded at the now empty chair as Naruto turned back from the source of the noise.

 

“Yeah, that was Kakashi-sensei alright. Wow, I wonder what's eating him. He's never done that before.”

 

Sakura nodded her head numbly as she turned back to her own table. It was a fact that Kakashi never seemed to lose his composed calm disposition...well if you didn't count him trying to kill Genma last night. But then again Sakura argued that Genma could drive anyone to murder. Sakura waved it off.

 

“It was probably that baka Genma again.”

 

Naruto looked back at the man in question and he took in the man's bandages and casts for the first time. His eyebrows rose to his hairline, he knew for a fact that the man had been in perfect condition just that afternoon. Naruto's loud voice carried over the din as he yelled over to the other table.

 

“Hey, Genma. What the hell happened to you?”

 

Genma tried to look nonchalant as he replied as Raidou snickered beside him.

 

“Aw, nothing fell down some stairs…”

 

Naruto burst into raucous laughter as he turned around. Sakura looked highly skeptical. She had seen the man drop from the highest point on a tree during their mission. He had landed light as a feather on his feet.

 

`Something's not right here…'

 

It wasn't just Genma's blatant lie that bothered her. That feeling she had before that someone was watching her had returned as soon as she had joined her friends in the booth. It was the same feeling she had felt the entire mission. She found it strange that the feeling had seemed to vanish right after Kakashi's quick departure.

 

`…I wonder what that was about anyway…'

 

Unfortunately she knew it was more likely to be stuck by lightening while walking home then to be able to get a real answer from Kakashi or Genma apparently.

 

So, she let the matter slip from her mind as she tried to enjoy the rest of her evening. Sakura noticed that the invisible pair of eyes never returned that night…