Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Kakashi's Research ❯ Duped! ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters in the series! I simply borrow them to do my bidding is all...

A/N: A warning, there’s a bit of citrus in here… XD

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Chapter 3: Duped!

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Just earlier that day, Sakura, Naruto, and Sasuke had all been engrossed in a plan. It was a plan initiated when a particular inexplicable teacher of theirs had decided to cut their training session ridiculously short for the fifth time within the week.

The first couple days, Sakura and the others figured that their sensei was simply giving them a breather. But as this questionable little trend continued, the students of Team Seven had become increasingly suspicious.

Well, at least Sakura knew she was. But, she had every right to be!

Wasn’t it odd? Wasn’t it odd the way Kakashi-sensei seemed to have been making a questionable habit out of dismissing their classes four hours earlier than the usual? Yes, he was unpredictable when it came to terms of schedule. But still, this seemed beyond the standard Kakashi-esque ritual.

Sure, the man was lazy. But even then, this was completely inexcusable.

And that’s when they’d finally agreed to investigate his curious pastime… thanks to Sakura’s urging of course. What was so honestly captivating that Kakashi felt it necessary to neglect their training sessions to carry out?

It was now that Sakura wished that the thought had never crossed her mind. It was now that she wished she’d just accepted his generous acts as they seemed, weird and unusual freebies. Even though everyone in the whole village knew that the Copy Nin was anything but generous…

If she’d have known the chain of events that followed her simple curiosity, she’d have frantically kept her nose out of his business!

She’d have never convinced Naruto and Sasuke to follow her to Ichiraku to see what he was up to. Even though Naruto hardly needed any convincing so long as ramen was tied in there somewhere...

She’d have ignored the wad of papers in the road on her way back to her apartment. She would not have slipped on them. Oh-ho no! She’d have moon walked past them and then hop-skipped back to her apartment, never ever having to endure the awkward conversations and… situations that day that woulda-coulda been.

But, Sakura was no psychic.

How was she to know that one little careless stumble on sixth avenue would lead her to gawk at the very thing that was behind the whole mess in the first place? How was she to know that the manuscript that had led to the demise of her knee would also be the reason why she’d been invited back to Kakashi-sensei’s place? That the lost documents she’d discovered were going to be the object of several very awkward, very personal questions between her and her sensei? That those questions would be what subjected her in the wholly indecent little predicament that she was in right now…?

Sakura’s mind was racing almost as quick as her heartbeat. She wriggled uneasily beneath the bulk her sensei. Though most of his weight was kept off of her, Sakura’s breathing was so patchy that one would have thought that he was smashing all the air from her.

She had been in vulnerable positions before, but Sakura had never in her life felt more exposed than she did right now.

Kakashi had done nothing other than mask himself over her and somehow within the next following moments, he’d managed to stir up a storm of conflicting emotions within Sakura.

Sakura fidgeted with anxiousness … though in which sense, was beyond her.

She wasn’t sure how she should have felt. About him and her like this. He was Hatake Kakashi and she was Sakura Haruno. He was the teacher and she was his student. He was the scarecrow and she was the flower. There was so many things physiologically wrong about this picture. No teacher and student should ever have been seen like this. It was simply wrong. Unspeakable. A taboo.

It was so to a degree that there were laws that prohibited things like this.

What was the heck was he thinking? He knew that this was wrong! And all of this just because she critiqued his papers? Well… it was more like, she trampled all over them and his ego. But still! What did he expect her to think about this? How did he think she’d react to this? It wasn’t everyday that Sakura was come done on out of the blue! And by her teacher no less!

What was she supposed to do? Shove him off? Kick him in the beanbags? Or was she supposed to just submit to him… along with those funny feelings he was stirring within her body…

Out of all of her years of being a shinobi, Sakura didn’t think that her senses had ever been so keen. Not during training. Not on life-threatening missions. Not even during similar situations when she was faced with boyfriends her own age that were comparable to leg-humping puppies.

Even when they were both fully clothed, the feel of his body pressing so closely against hers, large and warm, was mind-numbing. His familiar scent was heady and masculine as it flooded her nostrils, dimming her sense of reason, but furthering Sakura's twitchy restlessness.

“Kakashi-sensei…?” Sakura’s voice came just short of a whisper.

Again her query went unanswered. He seemed intent on ignoring her confused stammers and this unnerved Sakura.

Sakura didn't know what to do!

And what freaked her out most was that even through the disarray of jumbled scruples of her mind, the ones screaming about how incredibly wrong this was… her body was reacting in ways that felt incredibly right.

She had at that moment become terribly aware of how the weight that bore down between her legs was inciting a foreign, yet primitive feeling within her body. The natural arch of her back had become more profound as her hips dipped downwards to better receive those that had settled snuggly in between them. Her breath had become shallow and erratic, the mere proximity of her body and Kakashi’s kindling an incredible warm sensation at the juncture of her groin.

Oh … Sakura chewed her bottom lip. She was starting to get wet.

The material of Kakashi’s throat shifted vaguely as he gave a strained swallow.

Kakashi then lowered his face to the small of her neck. Sakura could feel the warmth of his breath even through his mask as he pressed his lips to the gentle curve of her eve’s grape, feeling her breath snag in her throat, before he trailed them to her delicate jawbone. She could still smell the faint stench of the whiskey he’d sipped earlier on his breath as his steady in and exhalations fanned rhythmically over the lobe of her right ear.

Sakura felt light-headed. The kind of light-headedness she felt when she had a buzz. The kind of light-headed she felt was the kind of high she had in a dream. It all seemed a bit surreal. The intimate pressing of their bodies. The lull of his breath as it tickled her ear. Her hips cradling his. The sudden pool of warmth she felt gathering between her legs…

The next thing Sakura felt was a large semi-gloved hand entangling itself into the bubble gum locks that haloed around her head as another cupped her chin, the bare thumb of which brushing once over the round of her cheek. Sakura was only dimly aware that she could no longer feel the gentle puffs of air that had before tickled her ear and that now, Kakashi’s face hovered just mere inches from that of her own.

Sakura’s eyes closed as she leaned into his gentle caresses. She would have purred had she been physically capable of doing so, but settled for just a small sigh.

When she next opened her eyes, he was looking at her but his eye wasn’t gazing into hers. Instead, it seemed to be particularly attentive to her slightly quivering lips. Soft, pink-tinted lips that were slightly parted, practically begging him to have a taste.

Kakashi must have felt the need to comply as his mouth slowly inched down to Sakura’s with a deliberate and painstaking slowness.

Never before in her life had Sakura ever wanted to kiss someone so bad. Not Naruto. Not Sasuke. Not any of the other boys she’d ever dated. But now, as Kakashi’s lips neared her own… mouthwateringly tempting and…

Sakura’s eyes drifted shut as she tilted her mouth up to meet his. His lips were soft and almost lethargic as they pressed her into a slow and lazy kiss. His tongue tapped indolently along her bottom lip while hers responded with meek, but receptive strokes. Sakura let forth a muffled moan, the dizzying warmth of his masked lips pressing against hers sending sparks of bliss ping-ponging throughout her body.

By this time, one of her hands had wrapped around the back of his neck while the other rested soundly on his hip. When they got there, Sakura did not know! But right then, she couldn’t say that she cared.

Sakura wished now more than ever that he had at least had the decency to lower his mask! Especially when they were both sucking face! Not only would she like to have seen what she was kissing, but she couldn’t help but think that the material that separated their mouths was somewhat of a hindering barrier.

While Sakura was absorbed into her indignant thoughts about him, she was caught completely off guard when he she was suddenly under the impression that Kakashi was laughing.

That’s right, Kakashi was laughing. She quickly dismissed it, not thinking much of it.

But then, Kakashi pulled away.

This was only brief however, because during the next moment she had grasped him by the collar and tugged him back into another slightly bolder kiss, unexpectedly led by her. Kakashi’s solitary eye widened a fraction with surprise, but even so, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he allowed Sakura to continue on with her hungry attacks on his mouth. Her kiss was clumsy and a little bit awkward. But, in a cute way.

After a moment or two, Sakura was surprised to hear Kakashi laugh. Again!

It wasn’t an obnoxious laugh. And Sakura hardly even heard it. She more or less felt the fitful rise and fall of his chest against hers and the way his lips had twisted into a smirk under his mask. But it was more than enough to snap Sakura out of her stupor. She could give him the benefit of the doubt the first time, but twice is just pushing it!

What the heck did he think was so funny anyways? “What are you… giggling about, sensei?” Kakashi was silent for a moment.

“Point established,” Kakashi’s voice drawled with an air of bitter sweetness coating his words. Sakura’s eyes fluttered open, only to see a smug one surveying hers with a sense of indefinite triumph.

“Hn?” It took her a long moment to register what was going on within the sensual fog that had dulled her senses. But when she finally had, she discovered that her sensei had taken the liberty climb off of her.

What the hell had just happened? It didn’t make any sense in the least! One minute he was coming down on her and the next, he was on his feet…? He had preheated the oven and now it was left to simmer on high? What exactly was this guy playing at?

Sakura dazedly peered up at him as he straightened, his eye now crinkled in the familiar way she recognized to be a smile. He turned away from her, but Sakura didn’t miss the way his frame slightly shook as he stifled what seemed to be another amused chuckle.

At this, Sakura pursed her lips. She closed her eyes briefly as she dug through her muzzy mind for the meaning behind that vague remark. “Point established?” she croaked.

“Mm,” came Kakashi’s voice.

“What the hell does that supposed to mean?” she growled, feeling her temper rapidly sparking alongside the heavy blush in her cheeks.

“Well,” Kakashi intoned flatly, “if you’ll recall after reading the whole entire thing, that I just performed the same role as Tetsuya in one of the earlier scenes? For one who didn‘t find any of the scenes believable, you sure could have passed for someone who did.”

Sakura quickly flushed red.

“I… I have to go home,” Sakura muttered quickly, climbing shakily to her feet. She had to get out of that place. She would not stay any longer. Not with him. Not after that...

“Alright, I’ll walk you,” Kakashi offered impassively as he turned to face her, one hand in his pocket as the other groped around in his vest for his Icha Icha.

“No you will not,” Sakura grumbled darkly. He was not going to walk her home! How could he expect her to allow him after what had just happened? He had the gall to ask her after making a complete fool out of her like that? Sakura scowled as she turned away and marched towards the door.

“But, it’s already dark out. It’s not safe for a girl to go outside this late. There are w--”

“--What? Weirdoes? Weirdoes like you, Kakashi-sensei??” Sakura snapped, stopping only to throw a vicious glare at him from over her shoulder. Kakashi was silent.

Maybe he had that one coming to him…

“Look, Sakura…” But, before he was able to finish what he was going to say, Sakura swung open the door and stormed out, slamming the thing so hard his apartment shook. How she didn’t manage to rip the door clean off of it’s hinges was beyond him. Kakashi sighed. The other tenants were not going to be happy...

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Sakura stomped through the hallway of her apartment with brutish steps. Her knuckles were bleached under the immense pressure she was exerting on her fists and Sakura’s face was red and contorted with the rawest of resentment. If Naruto had made the mistake of crossing her path right then, she’d make one hellova’ punching bag out of him!

Sakura was livid.

She practically kicked the door open as she entered. Apparently, Ino who had been watching the television in the living room in the meantime successfully managed to spill half of her tea in a jolt as Sakura stormed in. For a moment, Ino just stared at her enraged friend as she none too gently slammed the door behind her.

“Someone’s in a bad mood,” Ino commented loudly, only taking a sip of her herbal tea when Sakura gave her a ‘what-gave-you-that-idea!?’ glare. “What’s the matter with you?”

“… Nothing. I’m going to bed.”

“But, it’s only eight. And there's obviously something bothering you.”

“Don’t push it, pig!”

“…” Ino glared into Sakura’s back as she stormed off into her room. Even though Ino didn’t make habits out of letting Sakura get away with jabs like that-- and it nearly killed her to do so, Ino refrained from voicing one of the many insults screaming in the back of her head. Obviously, Sakura was upset about something. She'd just wait until tomorrow before getting the skinny.

When Sakura got into her room, she closed the door and flung herself onto her bed-- shoes and all.

Sakura couldn’t believe it. So, the entire time that Kakashi was jerking her feelings around and instigating strange reactions from her body, he was simply out to prove a point? Did he honestly think that when he’d put her in such position, that she wouldn’t be prone to react? Did he know that while he may have been reenacting some dumb part to a scene, all of Sakura’s responses were real? Did he know that after that, she’d probably never be able to look him in the face again?

She sighed. And it would have been a whole lot easier to carry out that last part if she hadn’t had to see him the next morning! How could Sakura face him? Would things be awkward between them? Would he make non-stop wisecracks at her? Or would he pretend nothing ever even happened…?

Sakura buried her head into her pillow to stifle her groan of humiliation. “That’s it… I’m calling in sick tomorrow,” she grumbled into the pillow to no one in particular, before adding mentally, 'and the day after that and the day after that...'

Sakura had to admit though, when Kakashi did spring his little ‘skit’ on her, she found that it wasn’t entirely unpleasant on her behalf. In fact, as much as she’d rather die before admitting to him, she couldn’t deny the way that she just about swooned while she was under the pretense of Kakashi seducing her.

“Puh.” Sakura grimaced. Sakura chewed on her lower lip as a blush rapidly settled on her cheeks. He’d kissed her. And she kissed him back. And the whole time, she… had loved it! Even if they weren’t real kisses to him, to her they were. They were her first proper kisses.

Kakashi’s kiss hadn’t been careless or sloppy, but it wasn’t overdone either. It was unhurried and lazy. So incredibly Kakashi, it almost hurt. Sakura couldn’t help but to giggle at this.

Sakura supposed Kakashi was a nice kisser though. Compared to some of her others that consisted of her boyfriends sticking their tongues halfway down her throat and slobbering all over her in the meanwhile, Kakashi’s kiss was just short of perfect. It probably would have been perfect if he cared enough to lower his mask! What kind of guy kisses through a mask in the first place? Evidently, Kakashi was. Though, Sakura guessed it was kind of kinky in it’s own neurotic kind of way…

Sakura yanked one of her pillows to her face and groaned into it. “Oh man…” She did not just think that.

Sakura was disgusted with him. Disgusted with herself for enjoying and going along with it. And she was even more so disgusted with the fact that she couldn’t get Kakashi out of her mind!

What in the world was wrong with her? It wasn’t right! There was something seriously wrong with Sakura thinking that her teacher was a fantastic kisser… with being disappointed when her teacher didn’t finish what he started!

Sakura sighed, her eyes drifting close as she allowed her hand to trace gentle circles around the nick on her kneecap-- oh, correction, flesh wound. She scrunched her face a little with a grimace. It still stung a bit. But, Sakura hated to think of her knee getting anywhere near as how infected Kakashi had described. Sakura shuddered. She blinked up at her ceiling light fixture and stared at it pensively as she poked at her scrape.

Sakura pondered what would have happened if they never stopped kissing. What would have happened if they were left to continue…?

She shivered again, though this time it was for a completely different reason. Sakura trailed her hand up and down her thigh, trying to imagine it being Kakashi’s instead of hers. She stroked her thigh gently, allowing her fingertips to just brush over the seam of her shorts as she caressed at her inner-thigh. “Kakashi-sensei…” Sakura purred, her eyes drifting shut and her back arching against the sheets of her bed as a new ache crept up and over her. The same kind of ache she had when Kakashi was on top of her earlier on that evening. She slowly slipped her fingers under her shorts and under her red panties until…

Plunk!

Sakura’s eyes shot open and she instantly whipped her hand out of her pants like a kid who was caught stealing cookies out of a cookie jar. She stared with wide eyes at the window of her bedroom, her heart pounding a mile a minute.

She could have sworn she just heard something out there!

Sakura was already clutching that kunai she had always kept underneath her pillow for safekeeping and had it poised in the usual defensive manner. She crawled off of her bed and slowly crept towards her window, chewing her bottom lip anxiously.

When she was in front of the window, she at first hesitantly peered out of it, but after seeing nothing but darkness, she proceeded to open it. Sakura looked out of the window and frowned. “I must have just been hearing things…” she murmured to herself nervously before withdrawing back inside and shutting her window.

Later on that night, Sakura snuck into Ino’s bed to sleep.

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Kakashi stood there for all of five minutes after Sakura stormed out of his apartment. In those few minutes, Kakashi spaced out, simply debating on what he should do. Go? Or not to go?

On one hand, Sakura was obviously a little bit upset. Alright. Maybe that was an understatement.

On the other though, if something were to happen to her on her walk back…

But she really didn’t want him to go…

That’s when he’d decided he was going. It didn’t take long for him to catch sight of Sakura, but even when he did, Kakashi didn‘t care to declare his presence. Kakashi knew Sakura didn’t want to see him. And he knew that she’d probably level him if she did. So, the Copy ninja just settled for keeping a fair distance behind her.

He'd just see her safely to her house and then he'd go back home. It would be that simple.

It was a quiet sort of night, Kakashi supposed. There was a waning crescent moon off somewhere overhead, obscured partially with passing clouds and the few stars that were visible in the city dotted the night sky randomly. It was peaceful to say in the least. The kind of peaceful where one could just sigh dreamily and admire the scenery and sigh some more.

And so Kakashi readily filled in that time with gluing his nose into his notorious orange book. It wasn’t like he often had the opportunity to read Icha Icha. Yeah, right…

Kakashi was about to read for the ninety-third time that week what was about to happen to Kisa when some grumbling up ahead caused him to lower his book. He blinked, hearing words like ‘bastard’ and ‘asshole’ drifting from Sakura‘s direction. Kakashi nearly cringed at some of the other things his innocent ears were subjected to. He was so not a dick-mo! His ears were positively bleeding. Who knew Sakura’s vocabulary could be so vulgar?

Kakashi frowned. She was pissed. Pissed like someone had just kicked her puppy, pissed.

He supposed he understood why though. Kakashi had always figured Sakura to be like Naruto when it came to defeat. Stubborn and forever spiteful.

Kakashi could recall that he had been proud of himself after avenging the dignity of his manuscript. He remembered being all too pleased when Sakura more than willingly returned his kiss. But then, even while there was still that part of his male pride that was still as smug as ever, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret for putting Sakura in that kind of position only to prove a point.

Even if it was a point that he’d thoroughly managed to get across. His ego spiraled.

But then again, it had never been his point to prove in the first place ... There went that dreadful pang of guilt again.

During the midst of his spoof-- the one that he’d convinced himself was entirely for the sake of preserving his pride-- Kakashi found himself getting way more into it than he gave himself credit for.

Earlier as he lay there on top of Sakura, soaking in her confused squeaks and meager objections, Kakashi had ignored that microscopic speck of conscience that warned him not to do anything he’d later regret. And he set out to liberate his pride.

As Sakura lay there beneath him, pressing into him and enabling Kakashi to feel every single soft dip and curve of her body, Kakashi couldn’t help but notice that he was becoming increasingly observant of her.

He noticed the way that her rosy pink hair pooled around her head. How her wide jade eyes filled with alarm, apprehension, and a niggling of growing anticipation. How her breath passed her lips in irregular huffs. The way her thighs had adjusted under his weight in accordance to his own. And the feel of the searing warmth that had begun to radiate from the point of contact where his hips had settled into hers, of which had then resulted in his strangled swallow.

When he had passed his lips from her throat to her jaw line, he had taken a humored note of how her scent was an odd mix between strawberry and honeyed oats. That annoying little voice in his head started screaming. Something about how teachers shouldn't be smelling their students...

And then, when he’d kissed her, that little voice in the back of his head had amplified near earsplitting as though it had nabbed a megaphone and was screeching into his eardrums. But Sakura’s willingness and her stifled moans were more than enough to coax those voices quiet.

At least, for a few moments.

He eventually had to pull away. Not only had he taken it way too far, but he had felt himself begin to get... excited.

And that only spelled trouble.

Kakashi was beyond shocked when Sakura tugged him back into another kiss. He was torn between pulling away and kissing her back.

He couldn’t bring himself to retreat, but at the same time, he couldn't exactly kiss her back. If he did, he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to stop it just there. He was sure that his sense of integrity would crumble like a house of cards. And that would not have been a good thing, that's for sure.

Sakura had managed to both surprise and intrigue him with her eagerness to continue and that was when Kakashi knew that he had to draw the line.

He had proved his point. It was done.

He stopped things before they had gotten too out of hand. While they both had some dignity…

Now, Kakashi wasn’t a man of guilt. He wasn’t guilty for dumping a bill on any and everyone present before running for the hills even when he very well knew that he could pay with plenty of money to spare. He wasn’t guilty for having his students wait in frigid cold weather at the crack of dawn for a training session he was promised to be hours late to. And he wasn’t guilty for being tardy to important meetings that even the Hokage herself would declare.

But it was now that Kakashi most wished he’d listened to the voice in the back of his mind.

There were just some boundaries that students and teachers should have never crossed ever, no matter the circumstance. There was a foundation built from confidence and trust between pupil and sensei. A sacred yet fragile bond that took year after year to establish.

Why was it that Kakashi now felt as though he’d smashed into pieces whatever bond he had perhaps once shared with Sakura?

Kakashi slowed as he saw Sakura into her first-floored apartment. He stood there for a moment, wondering if he should have gone in and had a talk with her and straightened things out. It was that guilt, see.

Or maybe, he wondered, if it was just one of those things that one forced themselves to forget simply because the reality of it all was too mind-boggling?

He sighed. But, he knew Sakura. She was a girl. And if there was anything that Kakashi had learned about the opposite sex in the whole of his thirty odd years, it was that females were delicate, tricky creatures.

Namely Sakura.

He knew that Sakura would say that she was fine. But she really woudn’t be. Her thoughts would actually be eating away at her inside. And then, she'd crack. From past experiences, Kakashi knew that a teed off Sakura meant mayhem for him and everyone else within a five mile radius.

So, Kakashi decided it was best to get this out of the way before things blew out of proportion. He’d apologize to her for being a ‘dick-mo’--so she called him--and then that would be it.

Yes. Yet another genius plan conjured by our very own Kakashi.

As the silver-haired jonin made his way to Ino and Sakura’s apartment door, he heard a voice.

"Kakashi-sensei..." it said.

“Mm?” He blinked. It was coming from the window of to the side of the apartment. And it sounded like Sakura… Kakashi toddled on over to the window and peered inside. The moment he did, his eyebrows shot into his hairline and his Icha Icha fell clean out of his hand.

Plunk!

Kakashi was shocked still for a split-second before he quickly snatched his book from the ground and hauled ass ninja style!

The first thing he did when he walked through the front door of his apartment was head into his bathroom. He set his dusty book down to one side on the counter before tugging off his hitai-ite and pulling down his mask. He then ran the faucet and splashed cold water onto his face.

Kakashi stared dazedly into the mirror before leaning in close, squinting his eye at the wet face that glared back at him. “You, Hatake Kakashi, do not deserve to live among humans.”

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That night, both Sakura and Kakashi had naughty dreams…