Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Kakashi's Research ❯ Vanilla Shampoo ( Chapter 5 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Micaru 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.07.2007 | Pages: 5 | Words: 6.1K | Visits: 682 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.07.2007 | Pages: 5 | Words: 6.1K | Visits: 682 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters in the series! I simply borrow them to do my bidding is all...
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Kakashi's Research
Chapter 5: Vanilla Shampoo
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When Sakura awoke the next morning it was to the shrill calls of some unworldly demonic creature sent from hell that Sakura came to dread every morning… her alarm clock. Groping around for it blindly on her nightstand, she successfully managed to knock the thing over before becoming frustrated and yanking it completely out of its socket all together.
The alarm could only mean that it was seven-thirty. Seven-thirty... and a weekend, too. She just had to be 'sick' yesterday...
She opened sleep-leaden eyes to blink up at the dark ceiling, marred only by streaks of light that began to filter through her window with the sun that had begun to rise.
Bah. “Time to get ready for another day of training…” she sighed as she stretched lazily, several of her joints popping in sync with its counterpart. Sakura’s lips suddenly twisted into a cloying smile.
Yes, but another day of training coated in the sweet essence of revenge!
This alone was able to pry Sakura from her bed sheets and under the warm spray of her shower head. There was nothing like a nice hot shower to wake her up in the mornings! As Sakura reached for her strawberry shampoo, she narrowed her eyes. Kakashi told her that she smelled nice when she last used that…
It was then that Sakura settled for her vanilla scented shampoo.
An hour later Sakura walked out the front door, fully clothed and her teeth sunk into a sour green apple.
Of course, apples among the other fruits and vegetables in her kitchen were left intact from Naruto’s kitchen raid from the day before. Typical, really.
Today Sakura had dressed herself in her usual ninja-esque outfit as she usually did when she knew a day of intense training was in store.
Perhaps she should have attired in a way more appropriate to the plans she had in store for later… but she didn’t want her intentions to be too obvious. She’d rather get her payback in a more subtle kind of way.
As Sakura was making her way down the road, she munched mechanically on her fruit and peered around to soak in the lethargic atmosphere.
In a couple hours the street would flutter back to life as it always had-- businessmen bustling this way and that, peddlers trying to hook the latest sucker, children shoplifting, and the occasional shinobi poofing here and there. At least it would be a while to all mayhem let lose. Until then, the village streets were always rather peaceful.
Ino had never come home last night. The mission had probably been an all-nighter. Either that or she had afterwards went home with that ANBU guy… again. Wouldn’t have been the first time, Sakura mused. Her meager grin died on her face.
There Ino was having a healthy eighteen-year-old relationship with a man her own age while Sakura was as much of a prude as ever but had naughty thoughts about her own sensei…
“Sakura-chaaan!”
Sakura blinked. “Wha?”
“You feelin’ better already?” chirped the voice as its sponsor-- complete only with his signature suit of orange and black-- scampered over to her eagerly.
“Oh, yes. I’m fine Naruto,” Sakura smiled with a nod. Naruto tilted his head to the side as he itched his chin. Sakura blinked.
“Maybe you should take the day off again… you’re still looking a little pale, Sakura. And you’ve got bags under your--”
“She said she’s fine, Naruto,” came an overly cool voice and Sakura and Naruto both looked over to see Sasuke strutting on past them.
Sakura watched as Sasuke turned off onto another road, the opposite direction of the route to the training grounds. “Where are you guys going?” she asked.
The Uchiha paused to toss a glance at her over his shoulder. “Naruto and I have a mission today.”
“You both have a… mission?” Sakura asked slowly.
Sasuke merely nodded though Naruto was never one to pass up a chance to blab on infinitely. “Yup! Since we already learned that jutsu, Kakashi-sensei assigned us a mission for the day. It’s only a C-ranked, though. We’ve got to accompany some shriveled old hag to a nearby village. I would have preferred a more exciting kind of task but this one pays good, and well-- I need more groceries! I think that old fuzzy yogurt in my fridge actually tried starting a conversation with me this morning… that is before I ate it…”
Sakura grimaced as Sasuke’s right eye visibly twitched. “I see stealing all my food wasn’t enough for you, huh?” Sakura growled, crossing her arms and tapping her foot on the ground angrily.
“Erm, well…” Naruto said, chuckling nervously. Changing the subject, he suddenly grinned cheesily. “What are you doing today Sakura-chan?”
Oh, just quenching her undying thirst for vengeance-- the usual.
“…I’ve got a training session with Kakashi-sensei to learn that genjutsu that I missed yesterday.”
“How awesome!” Naruto chirped. “You’ll have a blast Sakura-chan!”
Sakura didn’t need Naruto to tell her that to know she was going to have a blast… An inward voice in her head cackled evilly. "Yeah I... er, Naruto? Are you alright?"
“Uwah… my stomach is starting to feel kinda funny. I don't feel so hot,” Naruto mumbled with a grimace as he clutched feebly at his belly.
Sasuke and Sakura both raised an eyebrow. They’d seen this happen enough to know what was coming next…
“Agh! Man do I need to go take a craaaaap.” Naruto screeched as he darted up and down the street in search of the nearest open shop, both hands clamped to his rear. Even when he was halfway down the road Sakura and Sasuke could both hear Naruto’s high-pitched wails of “Why aren’t any of these shops open?", "Where the hell am I supposed to go take a dump if all the shops are closed!?", and a personal favorite, " What the heck is wrong with all you people!?”
“That’s what he gets for eating talking dairy products…” Sakura sighed.
Sasuke scratched the back of his neck, irritated. “We shouldn’t be surprised.”
“Well, I guess I’ll um… see you guys later?” Sakura said as she continued on her way. She didn’t want to be around when Naruto roused every single person in the immediate vicinity. And from the sound of it, that would be in no time at all. “Tell me how your mission goes when you get back!”
“Whatever,” was her reply.
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When Sakura arrived at the seven hundred-year-old oak tree at six minutes till, she wasn’t surprised to see that her sensei wasn’t there. Leaning against the ancient tree’s massive trunk which dwarfed her in comparison, she slid down clumsily to rest on her butt. Well, she might as well get comfy.
Chances were that Kakashi was going to be hours late again only to defend his tardiness with something silly like-- ‘Oh. Well, you see… I accidentally knocked myself out cold while practicing Sharingan in the mirror this morning…’ He’d used that one on them multiple times before, Sakura humored dryly, and the sad thing about it was that she actually didn’t doubt that he probably did knock himself out by doing just that. She would have liked to think that he’d learned better the first time!
She supposed Kakashi-sensei teetered on the boundary that separated ultimate genius and ultimate moron.
For example, one of his more moronic moments would have to have been when he came up with the great idea of deciding to come down on her just to get a lousy point across. To his credit, he did. Effectively. But that was okay… he’d pay. Dearly.
Sasuke called himself an avenger? So what did that make Sakura? Sakura snickered.
“Good morning Sakura!” a voice came and Sakura looked up, half expecting to see Kakashi perched somewhere in a nearby tree doing his version of a peace sign. Instead her eyes fell upon an incoming Rock Lee approaching her and smiling from ear-to-ear. “I see you are up for an early lesson this morning! On a weekend too? I admire your devotion!”
“Oh, mornin’ Lee,” Sakura said, a small smile gracing her lips. Oh, it was just Lee. “Yeah, I was si…” she trailed off suddenly. She hadn’t ever been able to lie to Lee for some reason beyond her. He was so honest and amicable, it was a like a sin to lie to him. It was almost the equivalent of drowning a kitten! Sakura chewed on her cheek a moment before she continued, “I didn't come to training yesterday so I have to make it up today.” Well. That at least was the truth...
“I see,” Rock Lee said, beaming. “Good luck, Sakura. I hope you do well!”
“Aw, thanks,” Sakura giggled. “So, where are you going?”
“No where really. I am just out for a morning jog. That is all. I have only done nine laps around the village and I still have eleven more to go.” With this, Lee chuckled-- a chuckle that was becoming uncannily more and more obnoxious and like that of his sensei’s all the time.
Sakura smiled. “Well, don’t let me keep you.”
“Well… I mean, that is… I came over to come and ask you if…” Rock Lee flushed beet red and was suddenly sweating buckets.
The pink-haired girl blinked. “What is it…?”
The flustered boy looked off somewhere to the side, his hand on the back of his head as he still imitated the color of a tomato. “I was wondering… if you would like to come to my house later on… I mean, I have developed a new taijutsu and I thought that perhaps I could show you it?”
If that was Lee’s attempt at asking her out on a date, it really, really sucked.
“Erm, I uh…” Sakura said forcing a smile. A smile that was much more comparable to a grimace than anything else. She bided her time for a moment.
On one hand, Lee was… well, Lee! Sakura had never gone out on a date before with this boy nor had ever even considered it. And to be honest, just thinking about it was nearly laughable.
But then again, he was a nice guy. Her own age, too. Besides, Sakura could use a date. It could help her to get her mind off of... certain other things.
As Sakura opened her mouth to accept, another voice instead bellowed through the air. “Lee!” it boomed in the distance. “Where are you my youthful-youthy-lotus blossomer of bloomfulness?”
Both Sakura and Lee blinked. “Gai…?” Lee murmured, his ears pricking like a rabbit’s. “Gai-sensei!” Lee responded with an equally obnoxious tone. If he had been female Lee’d have most definitely done a high-pitched fangirl squeal at that moment. “I’m coming sensei!” Swerving on his heel, Lee bounded off in the direction of the voice smiling brightly, calling behind his shoulder, “Sorry Sakura! I will see you later!”
“Um… no problem. See ya-- erm Lee,” Sakura mumbled, more or less shocked by Lee’s fickleness as opposed to being shot down in the midst of Lee’s own date proposal.
When it came to Gai-sensei, not even Sakura could compare to Lee’s adoration for his beloved sensei...
Sakura held the back of her hand to her forehead wearily as she slumped against the tree. She couldn’t believe that she was actually about to accept a date with Lee. She wasn’t sure if she was disappointed or not when Gai squawked his interruption. Closing her eyes, she sighed.
Ho hum.
“Yo.”
Sakura blinked her eyes open. Lo and behold, there was Kakashi, expectedly perched in a nearby tree like a canary with Come Come Paradise in one hand and the other one offering a lackadaisical wave.
“Only fifteen minutes late? Surely hell must be freezing over…” Sakura murmured with a smirk.
“Might be,” Kakashi said as he hopped to the ground. “Glad to see you’re feeling better, Sakura,” he said as he flicked to the next page of his novel. “Was the soup good?”
“Delicious,” Sakura deadpanned. In actuality, the chicken soup was still in her fridge, untouched.
A small silence then lapsed between them. For some reason, Kakashi was under the impression that Sakura was staring at him. When he looked up though, she was staring resolutely at a blade of grass that seemed to have caught her attention. That was funny. Kakashi had never thought grass to be very captivating.
“I suppose…” Kakashi sighed, finding the atmosphere decidedly unsettling. “I should get to teaching you that jutsu, then?”
“Suppose so,” was her response and she shrugged a shoulder.
“Right, then,” Kakashi began, feeling exceptionally awkward. “The jutsu you’ll be learning today you already know to be genjutsu. You’ve probably seen it done or have even had it used on you at least once. Jubaku Satsu, also called Tree Binding Death, is exactly how it sounds for the most part. You simply bind your enemy using your chakra to control a tree and drive a kunai through their heart. Simple as that. Got it?” he asked, his eye crinkling pleasantly.
“Got it,” Sakura replied, her eyes following one little evasive fuzzy floating on the breeze.
“Fastastic,” he said, scratching his jaw. “Now for the demonstration. Step one,” he murmured, deftly tucking his book into his vest as he threw her a half-hearted look. “Watch closely now. It’s a little bit tricky.”
Sakura observed him obediently as his hands swiftly performed the dog, snake, monkey, ox and then the tiger seals.
She didn’t really know what she expected to see when he initiated the jutsu, but it never once crossed her mind that the technique would be used on her!
Sakura could only spare a surprised gasp as several roots of the very tree she’d been leant against shot out of the ground, entwining about her legs, waist and arms and pinning her to its thick trunk. She aimed an agitated look at Kakashi who simply smiled spacily. “Hilarious,” she growled through grit teeth.
“This is a B-ranked jutsu meaning that usually it is only jonin that are capable of it. It is difficult and near impossible getting out of this kind of situation once you’re snagged as you’re limbs are bound and rendered useless and you aren't able to execute the neccessary hand signs to escape-- so don’t ever get caught,” he explained. “Naruto and Sasuke were both able to pull it off after a million experiments on each other. It wasn’t without its complications though. I vaguely seem to recall a hysteric Sasuke stuck halfway inside a tree at least once yesterday. Now tell me that didn’t warrant at least a single poke with a stick?”
“I wish I could have seen that,” Sakura said with a smile. The thought of half a frustrated Sasuke poking out of a tree and helpless to being prodded by a stick by none other than Kakashi-sensei was undeniably amusing.
“The second part to this technique…” Kakashi trailed off. Sakura nearly leapt out of her skin when he continued, his voice now coming distinctly from behind her, “…is to appear behind your enemy unnoticed. From there…” his voice was saying and Sakura’s eyes went wide to find that something cold and metallic had been pressed to the juncture of her neck, tapping at it gently. “You can finish them off at your leisure for the most part.”
“Under…understood,” Sakura said, her throat shifting with her swallow.
"Hm... You smell different."
Sakura blushed. "I used a different shampoo." The last time Sakura used a different scented shampoo was when Pakkun mentioned to her that he used the same kind... After all, who wouldn't change shampoos when they realized that a dog also used it?
"Mm. So that's it..." he hummed. "Vanilla isn't it? I like the cherry one better."
Sakura nearly wanted to say, 'I know. That's why I didn't use it.' But she hardly was in the mood for casual chitchat when there was a kunai pointed at her throat. “Do you mind getting that thing away from my neck?”
“Oh, sorry,” Kakashi said with a chuckle and he tucked the kunai back into his holster pack. “Just thought it would make for helping me better get my message across.”
“You’d be surprised what the message words alone could get across,” Sakura said dryly.
“In any case,” Kakashi said as in the next instant, he had undone the whole jutsu and released Sakura, now standing before her peering once again into his book. “Do you think you could pull it off?”
“It’ll be a breeze,” Sakura said confidently. “I’ll have it down in five minutes flat.”
“We’re rather confident this morning.”
“Yeah and observant too.”
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Five minutes turned into ten and ten turned to twenty.
Sakura was getting frustrated. All she could get out of her attempts was the occasional stir of a root or branch. And even then, it was just barely. “Graagh… Come out of the ground already roots or I’ll rip you out with my bare hands!” she snarled.
“Ah ah ah. That would be cheating,” Kakashi chided, waggling a finger at her. “Come on, Sakura. You’ve got excellent chakra control. Put your talent to good use and do it the right way. Whatever happened to you getting this down in five minutes?”
Sakura shot him a poisonous glance. He simply smiled that smile that made her want to floor him. “Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled before poising her hands and doing the necessary hand signals again.
“Well, while you practice, I’ve got to help a little lost bunny find his way home.”
“Why can’t you just say you’ve got to go and pee like every other normal person does?”
“I’m hardly what most people would dub ‘normal’….Well then, I’ve got to go and pee. Satisfied?”
“Definitely. Now to work on truthfully explaining your tardiness…”
“Good luck with that one. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
“Puh.”
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Kakashi toddled on over to a bush a little ways off and unzipped his pants. He peered around apathetically, whistling as he did his business.
He wondered whatever happened to that one kid, Lee. Did the boy go looking around aimlessly for Gai like a little lost puppy? Poor Lee. He’d never find Gai…Gai that was never even there in the first place.
Kakashi idly pondered if his transformation impression of Gai was believable. Well, it had to have been. Lee fell for it after all and Lee knew him best. Kakashi went through all the right motions… ‘Youth’ this, ‘lotus blossom’ that. Yes. He definitely nailed it.
Kakashi narrowed his eyes. Well, that’s what Lee got anyways. Trying to ask Sakura back to his place… the nerve of that kid. If Kakashi new anything about boys at that age it was that they were all pumped full of hormones. All of them. No matter how chaste they seemed to be they were all after one thing in the end. As far as he was concerned, he wasn’t about to let any pubescent brat get their hands on his sweet little Sakura. And he wouldn’t hesitate impersonating one particular brainless wonder again if it meant keeping things that way.
He hardly was able to restrain himself from destroying that guy from the other day when he walked in on Sakura’s little tripping bout while searching for his dropped documents. That guy that slapped his Sakura on the ass like she was some common whore. The only thing that stopped him from chasing after the slimy sleaze ball with a rusty kunai was the consideration of something Sakura had been trying to get across to him for the past couple years... Sakura was not a child anymore. She could hold her own. She didn’t need him. That much was obvious when she sent that guy running for the hills with her venomous threat.
When the sound of liquid on foliage faltered to nothing, Kakashi zipped himself up again before making his way back towards where he last left Sakura.
He pulled out Come Come Paradise on the way, at least trying to cram a little bit of a read in before he was bombarded by Sakura's verbal abuse some more. Upon arriving to the designated area, he blinked. “I could have sworn I left her here,” Kakashi said, itching his temple as he spun in a complete three-sixty looking around. “Sakura?”
It was during the next moment that two thick tree appendages crashed out of the ground beneath him. Kakashi was quick, but evidently not quick enough as he was seized by his right leg and shoulder and pulled taut against the seven-hundred year old oak. With his only free hand he attempted prying his other from its snare, but his attempts were fruitless.
Sakura appeared out of hiding, her expression smug. It was safe to say she was pleased with herself for mastering the jutsu and even more so, her catch. “Now, what was it that you told me earlier?” Sakura practically purred as she tapped a finger to her chin. “Oh, that’s right. ‘Don’t get caught’.” She’d give him credit though. She’d only managed to snag half of him; his right leg and arm. That was good enough though as far as she was concerned.
Kakashi sighed, “Alright, you got me. Now let me go already.”
“I think… not,” Sakura said as she narrowed her eyes at him, causing his to widen in turn. “I’m not finished with you, sensei.”
“You’re not… wait, wha?” Kakashi said, his words failing him for what had to have been one of the fewer times of his life.
Sakura giggled. No, she cackled. “I said,” she said, making her way over to her confused teacher, “I haven't finished with you just yet.” Kakashi blinked, his strangled gulp audible as she neared him like a cat on the prowl.
She extended a hand to brush over his furrowed brow, combing her fingers through the disarray of silver locks that filtered over his headband. “Sakura, I don’t think…” he sighed, but his sentence died in his throat as Sakura grasped his hip and pressed her chest to him.
For the second time within the past couple of days, Sakura made Kakashi drop his novel.
Sakura inwardly grinned as she felt him go rigid against the tree. She took pride in the way that with just a few innocent little moves that she was able to extract such a petrified reaction from Kakashi. Sakura felt very much the predator. She was the hungry lion and he was the sheep, her prey.
Sakura slowly tugged off Kakashi’s hitai-ite before tossing it to the ground, leaving two mismatched eyes of black and red staring at her apprehensively. “You wont be needing this.”
“Sakura…” He swallowed again as it was then that Sakura pressed her lips to the bare flesh of his newly exposed left temple, only smirking when Kakashi tilted his head away from her and cringed.
She’d have to fix that now wouldn’t she?
Sakura ghosted her lips from his temple to his defined cheekbone, a small frown tugging at her lips as she met some… complications. His mask. “I’ve always hated this thing,” she pouted, quickly resolving to deal with her obstacle. Taking the stretchy black material in her teeth, she slowly dragged her lips down Kakashi’s neck, taking with it that bothersome mask as well.
Kakashi’s mouth fell open to protest, but only managed a ragged breath as he thereafter felt Sakura’s curious warm lips and teeth graze under his naked jawbone and neck, kissing, nibbling, tasting every inch of the newfound territory.
Sakura smirked. It was interesting to see how the tables had turned. Just the night before last, Kakashi had her flat across his sofa under the pretense of seduction. But now it was her turn. Her turn to show him that two could play at this game!
As confident as Sakura had seemed, inwardly she was more than a bit nervous. She hardly knew what the heck she was even doing. She was only going by previous encounters with boyfriends and even then, she had never done anything this… bold.
But the idea of revenge was enough to keep her going strong. That, and some other funny feeling that she denied…
Bringing her head back, her breath came out in a gasp as she looked at Kakashi for the first time. This Kakashi before her… without a mask.
Sakura didn’t know what she expected to see here, but normal had even seemed a less likelier bet than her sensei sporting an elephant’s trunk.
He was handsome, she decided. He wasn’t drop dead model gorgeous, though he was striking enough to fall just short of it and still make you want to melt into a steaming pile of goop. He was beautiful. There was no denying that much.
Her eyes roamed from his wary bi-colored eyes to his high cheek bones and strong jaw, drinking in the way his skin scarred through his left eye all the way down to his lower cheek. He had a nice nose, not too big nor too small. His lips, the feature that Sakura found most captivating of all, were not thick blimp lips like she’d once believed them to be. Nor were there a pair of massive buck rabbit teeth protruding from them. His lips were soft and almost edible looking. Perfect. Just like the rest of him. Sakura subconsciously sucked on her lower lip.
Six whole years it had been. Six years of constant attempts to sneak-a-peak at the mystery under his mask… But only now did she get to see it, his face, after countless tries to do just this. And while she’s seducing him no less? Surely this was cheating.
Judging from the soft crinkle in his brow and the way his lips slightly tugged downwards, features that Sakura would have been oblivious to otherwise, he thought it was too.
Sakura briefly questioned the thing she was about to do next. If she followed through if it really would be crossing the line. But then, that same line had already been blurred and just like Kakashi had done, she was returning the favor. And so having justified her actions, Sakura leaned forward and kissed Kakashi.
She could not believe what she was doing. She couldn’t believe she--Sakura Haruno--was kissing her own teacher. That she was kissing the most beautiful lips in existence and those lips… were not kissing her back? For a fleeting moment, panic gripped her heart and Sakura wondered if she had gone too far. That Kakashi didn’t want this. That he had known better than to accept advances by his students...
Well, it turned out after all that Kakashi didn’t know better.
Any doubt that she had had was wiped clean when his unresponsive lips became receptive and slowly began to kiss her back. His responding kiss was hesitant at first, but the more Sakura’s mouth and tongue coaxed him into it, the more bold his own reactions became.
Inner Sakura was delighted! 'Booyah! How do you like the taste of your own medicine! Cheeyah!'
And if it wasn’t enough that she was thrilled about him going through the motions of kissing with her, she was even more assured or herself when she felt Kakashi’s single free hand lightly perch open her hip. That and the feeling of something hard brushing against her leg…
Sakura swallowed, her cheeks going red. It was safe to assume that her mission had been accomplished. Well accomplished by the feel of it. A certain object down south was making that much obvious. Sakura couldn’t keep herself from grinning as his arousal began to become more and more apparent. The way his breath became more husky and his kiss hungrier. The way his fingers splayed possessively on her hip. The way he groaned ‘Sakura…’ into her mouth…
“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?” she whispered into his ear.
Kakashi could hear the smirk in her voice and blinked ever so slowly. “Mm?” Sakura stepped away from the confused Kakashi, leaving him very much the vision of a kid who had just had his candy pried away from him.
Sakura simply watched him with a satisfied grin, reveling in the fruit of her labor. His deprived facial expression exposed for her viewing pleasure. How his usually steady breath had become hot and ragged. The way he seemed to fidget more and more frequently within the grasp of the offending roots.
“If you’ll recall, being the author of it anyways, I just performed the same role as Yumi from one of the scenes?” Sakura said innocently, even tilting her head to the side. Judging by the way Kakashi’s eyes narrowed slightly, he finally caught what had happened. “Well, I did modify it a tad to fit the circumstances but the general idea was the same.”
“You…” Kakashi rasped.
“…returned the favor? Sure did. Just leveled the playing field is all, sensei.”
“You horrible, horrible person,” Kakashi murmured, out of breath almost.
“I know,” Sakura smiled sweetly. “Ah… Sucks to know that you’re not as reserved as you thought, hm?”
“That doesn’t count. You were kissing me and thanks to you I was unable to move. What was I supposed to do?” Kakashi frowned.
“That’s exactly what my situation was. When you're being mouth-raped what else can you do?” she retorted, her hands akimbo.
“Mouth-rape? I’d rather the term ‘kissing’, Sakura... And to my credit, you did kiss me back.”
“So did you…” Sakura responded pointedly.
“I was forced into it against my will. ‘Mouth-raped’.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, sensei. And I do prefer the term ‘kissing’.”
“Alright, so you were out for revenge... I can understand that much. But," Kakashi said, pulling a self-conscious hand to his cheek, "did you have to remove my mask? I feel so… violated.”
“I don’t see why you wear masks in the first place! I rather find your face quite dashing,” Sakura giggled. “It’s a shame you hide it all the time.”
“I‘ve got allergies,” Kakashi smirked sheepishly and Sakura’s lungs nearly forgot how to work all together. Man… he was so damn pretty. Sakura vaguely wondered how many times he’d smiled at her the same way and she missed it...
A small silence ensued, but it was hardly the awkward type. On the contrary it was quite comfortable. The first comfortable silence Sakura had shared with Kakashi in a while. It was as though things were back to normal. That is... before Sakura spoke.
“You know, I was wholly appalled when you kissed me through your mask. And seeing as you were powerless… I guess I exploited the situation.”
“Taking advantage on a helpless man, shame on you... So, not only did you take off my mask, but you did it… with your mouth?” Kakashi said, the amusement that would normally be only portrayed through his eyes was apparent in all his features. With what was positively a grin, he chuckled, “How incredibly kinky.” Sakura's face went bright red. “I could edit that into the scene somehow...” he murmured, pulling a finger to tap his nose thoughtfully with that unmistakable pervish grin.
“You wouldn’t…” Sakura gasped.
“Try me.”
“If you do, I’ll leave you ensnared in that tree ‘till morning.”
“You’re bluffing.”
“Am I now?” Sakura said with hooded eyes, swiveling on her heel and marching away.
“Uh… Sakura…?”
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Three hours later Lee dropped by the training grounds for some exercise only to see a miserable jonin rooted to a tree. “Good afternoon Kakashi-sensei!” he greeted brightly with a salute.
Now, the only thing worst than Gai himself was Mini-Gai. And that was not only because he was equally annoying as his sensei, but it was because he fancied Sakura.
“Afternoon…” Kakashi said lacking the enthusiasm that Lee so vibrantly radiated. Kakashi was in a foul mood. Lets just say three hours of insufferable boredom all because his favorite novel decided to land half-an-inch out of his reach left him a little bit moody. He had at least managed to pull his mask back up to make himself decent… for that much he was grateful. “I don’t suppose you could do the reverse jutsu for this technique, could you?”
“Genjutsu?”
“Mmhm.”
“Sorry. I can not help you. But… Gai-sensei can do genjutsu! I will go and get him!”
Kakashi’s eyebrow twitched. “Surely there is someone else?”
“Nonsense! My sensei will be more than happy to help you!" And gloat. "Speaking of which… you would not have happened to have seen him around here today by any chance?”
“Not a single time.”
“That is truly strange. I was so sure that I heard him around here this morning… And I never got to hear Sakura’s answer either. Could you ask her if she would still like to go out with me sometime?”
Kakashi narrowed his eyes at Lee. “Oh, you haven't heard? Sakura already has a boyfriend.”
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A/N: Didn’t I tell you that you wouldn’t be disappointed? ;P At least, I hope you weren’t... Tell me what you think. :D
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Kakashi's Research
Chapter 5: Vanilla Shampoo
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When Sakura awoke the next morning it was to the shrill calls of some unworldly demonic creature sent from hell that Sakura came to dread every morning… her alarm clock. Groping around for it blindly on her nightstand, she successfully managed to knock the thing over before becoming frustrated and yanking it completely out of its socket all together.
The alarm could only mean that it was seven-thirty. Seven-thirty... and a weekend, too. She just had to be 'sick' yesterday...
She opened sleep-leaden eyes to blink up at the dark ceiling, marred only by streaks of light that began to filter through her window with the sun that had begun to rise.
Bah. “Time to get ready for another day of training…” she sighed as she stretched lazily, several of her joints popping in sync with its counterpart. Sakura’s lips suddenly twisted into a cloying smile.
Yes, but another day of training coated in the sweet essence of revenge!
This alone was able to pry Sakura from her bed sheets and under the warm spray of her shower head. There was nothing like a nice hot shower to wake her up in the mornings! As Sakura reached for her strawberry shampoo, she narrowed her eyes. Kakashi told her that she smelled nice when she last used that…
It was then that Sakura settled for her vanilla scented shampoo.
An hour later Sakura walked out the front door, fully clothed and her teeth sunk into a sour green apple.
Of course, apples among the other fruits and vegetables in her kitchen were left intact from Naruto’s kitchen raid from the day before. Typical, really.
Today Sakura had dressed herself in her usual ninja-esque outfit as she usually did when she knew a day of intense training was in store.
Perhaps she should have attired in a way more appropriate to the plans she had in store for later… but she didn’t want her intentions to be too obvious. She’d rather get her payback in a more subtle kind of way.
As Sakura was making her way down the road, she munched mechanically on her fruit and peered around to soak in the lethargic atmosphere.
In a couple hours the street would flutter back to life as it always had-- businessmen bustling this way and that, peddlers trying to hook the latest sucker, children shoplifting, and the occasional shinobi poofing here and there. At least it would be a while to all mayhem let lose. Until then, the village streets were always rather peaceful.
Ino had never come home last night. The mission had probably been an all-nighter. Either that or she had afterwards went home with that ANBU guy… again. Wouldn’t have been the first time, Sakura mused. Her meager grin died on her face.
There Ino was having a healthy eighteen-year-old relationship with a man her own age while Sakura was as much of a prude as ever but had naughty thoughts about her own sensei…
“Sakura-chaaan!”
Sakura blinked. “Wha?”
“You feelin’ better already?” chirped the voice as its sponsor-- complete only with his signature suit of orange and black-- scampered over to her eagerly.
“Oh, yes. I’m fine Naruto,” Sakura smiled with a nod. Naruto tilted his head to the side as he itched his chin. Sakura blinked.
“Maybe you should take the day off again… you’re still looking a little pale, Sakura. And you’ve got bags under your--”
“She said she’s fine, Naruto,” came an overly cool voice and Sakura and Naruto both looked over to see Sasuke strutting on past them.
Sakura watched as Sasuke turned off onto another road, the opposite direction of the route to the training grounds. “Where are you guys going?” she asked.
The Uchiha paused to toss a glance at her over his shoulder. “Naruto and I have a mission today.”
“You both have a… mission?” Sakura asked slowly.
Sasuke merely nodded though Naruto was never one to pass up a chance to blab on infinitely. “Yup! Since we already learned that jutsu, Kakashi-sensei assigned us a mission for the day. It’s only a C-ranked, though. We’ve got to accompany some shriveled old hag to a nearby village. I would have preferred a more exciting kind of task but this one pays good, and well-- I need more groceries! I think that old fuzzy yogurt in my fridge actually tried starting a conversation with me this morning… that is before I ate it…”
Sakura grimaced as Sasuke’s right eye visibly twitched. “I see stealing all my food wasn’t enough for you, huh?” Sakura growled, crossing her arms and tapping her foot on the ground angrily.
“Erm, well…” Naruto said, chuckling nervously. Changing the subject, he suddenly grinned cheesily. “What are you doing today Sakura-chan?”
Oh, just quenching her undying thirst for vengeance-- the usual.
“…I’ve got a training session with Kakashi-sensei to learn that genjutsu that I missed yesterday.”
“How awesome!” Naruto chirped. “You’ll have a blast Sakura-chan!”
Sakura didn’t need Naruto to tell her that to know she was going to have a blast… An inward voice in her head cackled evilly. "Yeah I... er, Naruto? Are you alright?"
“Uwah… my stomach is starting to feel kinda funny. I don't feel so hot,” Naruto mumbled with a grimace as he clutched feebly at his belly.
Sasuke and Sakura both raised an eyebrow. They’d seen this happen enough to know what was coming next…
“Agh! Man do I need to go take a craaaaap.” Naruto screeched as he darted up and down the street in search of the nearest open shop, both hands clamped to his rear. Even when he was halfway down the road Sakura and Sasuke could both hear Naruto’s high-pitched wails of “Why aren’t any of these shops open?", "Where the hell am I supposed to go take a dump if all the shops are closed!?", and a personal favorite, " What the heck is wrong with all you people!?”
“That’s what he gets for eating talking dairy products…” Sakura sighed.
Sasuke scratched the back of his neck, irritated. “We shouldn’t be surprised.”
“Well, I guess I’ll um… see you guys later?” Sakura said as she continued on her way. She didn’t want to be around when Naruto roused every single person in the immediate vicinity. And from the sound of it, that would be in no time at all. “Tell me how your mission goes when you get back!”
“Whatever,” was her reply.
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When Sakura arrived at the seven hundred-year-old oak tree at six minutes till, she wasn’t surprised to see that her sensei wasn’t there. Leaning against the ancient tree’s massive trunk which dwarfed her in comparison, she slid down clumsily to rest on her butt. Well, she might as well get comfy.
Chances were that Kakashi was going to be hours late again only to defend his tardiness with something silly like-- ‘Oh. Well, you see… I accidentally knocked myself out cold while practicing Sharingan in the mirror this morning…’ He’d used that one on them multiple times before, Sakura humored dryly, and the sad thing about it was that she actually didn’t doubt that he probably did knock himself out by doing just that. She would have liked to think that he’d learned better the first time!
She supposed Kakashi-sensei teetered on the boundary that separated ultimate genius and ultimate moron.
For example, one of his more moronic moments would have to have been when he came up with the great idea of deciding to come down on her just to get a lousy point across. To his credit, he did. Effectively. But that was okay… he’d pay. Dearly.
Sasuke called himself an avenger? So what did that make Sakura? Sakura snickered.
“Good morning Sakura!” a voice came and Sakura looked up, half expecting to see Kakashi perched somewhere in a nearby tree doing his version of a peace sign. Instead her eyes fell upon an incoming Rock Lee approaching her and smiling from ear-to-ear. “I see you are up for an early lesson this morning! On a weekend too? I admire your devotion!”
“Oh, mornin’ Lee,” Sakura said, a small smile gracing her lips. Oh, it was just Lee. “Yeah, I was si…” she trailed off suddenly. She hadn’t ever been able to lie to Lee for some reason beyond her. He was so honest and amicable, it was a like a sin to lie to him. It was almost the equivalent of drowning a kitten! Sakura chewed on her cheek a moment before she continued, “I didn't come to training yesterday so I have to make it up today.” Well. That at least was the truth...
“I see,” Rock Lee said, beaming. “Good luck, Sakura. I hope you do well!”
“Aw, thanks,” Sakura giggled. “So, where are you going?”
“No where really. I am just out for a morning jog. That is all. I have only done nine laps around the village and I still have eleven more to go.” With this, Lee chuckled-- a chuckle that was becoming uncannily more and more obnoxious and like that of his sensei’s all the time.
Sakura smiled. “Well, don’t let me keep you.”
“Well… I mean, that is… I came over to come and ask you if…” Rock Lee flushed beet red and was suddenly sweating buckets.
The pink-haired girl blinked. “What is it…?”
The flustered boy looked off somewhere to the side, his hand on the back of his head as he still imitated the color of a tomato. “I was wondering… if you would like to come to my house later on… I mean, I have developed a new taijutsu and I thought that perhaps I could show you it?”
If that was Lee’s attempt at asking her out on a date, it really, really sucked.
“Erm, I uh…” Sakura said forcing a smile. A smile that was much more comparable to a grimace than anything else. She bided her time for a moment.
On one hand, Lee was… well, Lee! Sakura had never gone out on a date before with this boy nor had ever even considered it. And to be honest, just thinking about it was nearly laughable.
But then again, he was a nice guy. Her own age, too. Besides, Sakura could use a date. It could help her to get her mind off of... certain other things.
As Sakura opened her mouth to accept, another voice instead bellowed through the air. “Lee!” it boomed in the distance. “Where are you my youthful-youthy-lotus blossomer of bloomfulness?”
Both Sakura and Lee blinked. “Gai…?” Lee murmured, his ears pricking like a rabbit’s. “Gai-sensei!” Lee responded with an equally obnoxious tone. If he had been female Lee’d have most definitely done a high-pitched fangirl squeal at that moment. “I’m coming sensei!” Swerving on his heel, Lee bounded off in the direction of the voice smiling brightly, calling behind his shoulder, “Sorry Sakura! I will see you later!”
“Um… no problem. See ya-- erm Lee,” Sakura mumbled, more or less shocked by Lee’s fickleness as opposed to being shot down in the midst of Lee’s own date proposal.
When it came to Gai-sensei, not even Sakura could compare to Lee’s adoration for his beloved sensei...
Sakura held the back of her hand to her forehead wearily as she slumped against the tree. She couldn’t believe that she was actually about to accept a date with Lee. She wasn’t sure if she was disappointed or not when Gai squawked his interruption. Closing her eyes, she sighed.
Ho hum.
“Yo.”
Sakura blinked her eyes open. Lo and behold, there was Kakashi, expectedly perched in a nearby tree like a canary with Come Come Paradise in one hand and the other one offering a lackadaisical wave.
“Only fifteen minutes late? Surely hell must be freezing over…” Sakura murmured with a smirk.
“Might be,” Kakashi said as he hopped to the ground. “Glad to see you’re feeling better, Sakura,” he said as he flicked to the next page of his novel. “Was the soup good?”
“Delicious,” Sakura deadpanned. In actuality, the chicken soup was still in her fridge, untouched.
A small silence then lapsed between them. For some reason, Kakashi was under the impression that Sakura was staring at him. When he looked up though, she was staring resolutely at a blade of grass that seemed to have caught her attention. That was funny. Kakashi had never thought grass to be very captivating.
“I suppose…” Kakashi sighed, finding the atmosphere decidedly unsettling. “I should get to teaching you that jutsu, then?”
“Suppose so,” was her response and she shrugged a shoulder.
“Right, then,” Kakashi began, feeling exceptionally awkward. “The jutsu you’ll be learning today you already know to be genjutsu. You’ve probably seen it done or have even had it used on you at least once. Jubaku Satsu, also called Tree Binding Death, is exactly how it sounds for the most part. You simply bind your enemy using your chakra to control a tree and drive a kunai through their heart. Simple as that. Got it?” he asked, his eye crinkling pleasantly.
“Got it,” Sakura replied, her eyes following one little evasive fuzzy floating on the breeze.
“Fastastic,” he said, scratching his jaw. “Now for the demonstration. Step one,” he murmured, deftly tucking his book into his vest as he threw her a half-hearted look. “Watch closely now. It’s a little bit tricky.”
Sakura observed him obediently as his hands swiftly performed the dog, snake, monkey, ox and then the tiger seals.
She didn’t really know what she expected to see when he initiated the jutsu, but it never once crossed her mind that the technique would be used on her!
Sakura could only spare a surprised gasp as several roots of the very tree she’d been leant against shot out of the ground, entwining about her legs, waist and arms and pinning her to its thick trunk. She aimed an agitated look at Kakashi who simply smiled spacily. “Hilarious,” she growled through grit teeth.
“This is a B-ranked jutsu meaning that usually it is only jonin that are capable of it. It is difficult and near impossible getting out of this kind of situation once you’re snagged as you’re limbs are bound and rendered useless and you aren't able to execute the neccessary hand signs to escape-- so don’t ever get caught,” he explained. “Naruto and Sasuke were both able to pull it off after a million experiments on each other. It wasn’t without its complications though. I vaguely seem to recall a hysteric Sasuke stuck halfway inside a tree at least once yesterday. Now tell me that didn’t warrant at least a single poke with a stick?”
“I wish I could have seen that,” Sakura said with a smile. The thought of half a frustrated Sasuke poking out of a tree and helpless to being prodded by a stick by none other than Kakashi-sensei was undeniably amusing.
“The second part to this technique…” Kakashi trailed off. Sakura nearly leapt out of her skin when he continued, his voice now coming distinctly from behind her, “…is to appear behind your enemy unnoticed. From there…” his voice was saying and Sakura’s eyes went wide to find that something cold and metallic had been pressed to the juncture of her neck, tapping at it gently. “You can finish them off at your leisure for the most part.”
“Under…understood,” Sakura said, her throat shifting with her swallow.
"Hm... You smell different."
Sakura blushed. "I used a different shampoo." The last time Sakura used a different scented shampoo was when Pakkun mentioned to her that he used the same kind... After all, who wouldn't change shampoos when they realized that a dog also used it?
"Mm. So that's it..." he hummed. "Vanilla isn't it? I like the cherry one better."
Sakura nearly wanted to say, 'I know. That's why I didn't use it.' But she hardly was in the mood for casual chitchat when there was a kunai pointed at her throat. “Do you mind getting that thing away from my neck?”
“Oh, sorry,” Kakashi said with a chuckle and he tucked the kunai back into his holster pack. “Just thought it would make for helping me better get my message across.”
“You’d be surprised what the message words alone could get across,” Sakura said dryly.
“In any case,” Kakashi said as in the next instant, he had undone the whole jutsu and released Sakura, now standing before her peering once again into his book. “Do you think you could pull it off?”
“It’ll be a breeze,” Sakura said confidently. “I’ll have it down in five minutes flat.”
“We’re rather confident this morning.”
“Yeah and observant too.”
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Five minutes turned into ten and ten turned to twenty.
Sakura was getting frustrated. All she could get out of her attempts was the occasional stir of a root or branch. And even then, it was just barely. “Graagh… Come out of the ground already roots or I’ll rip you out with my bare hands!” she snarled.
“Ah ah ah. That would be cheating,” Kakashi chided, waggling a finger at her. “Come on, Sakura. You’ve got excellent chakra control. Put your talent to good use and do it the right way. Whatever happened to you getting this down in five minutes?”
Sakura shot him a poisonous glance. He simply smiled that smile that made her want to floor him. “Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled before poising her hands and doing the necessary hand signals again.
“Well, while you practice, I’ve got to help a little lost bunny find his way home.”
“Why can’t you just say you’ve got to go and pee like every other normal person does?”
“I’m hardly what most people would dub ‘normal’….Well then, I’ve got to go and pee. Satisfied?”
“Definitely. Now to work on truthfully explaining your tardiness…”
“Good luck with that one. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
“Puh.”
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Kakashi toddled on over to a bush a little ways off and unzipped his pants. He peered around apathetically, whistling as he did his business.
He wondered whatever happened to that one kid, Lee. Did the boy go looking around aimlessly for Gai like a little lost puppy? Poor Lee. He’d never find Gai…Gai that was never even there in the first place.
Kakashi idly pondered if his transformation impression of Gai was believable. Well, it had to have been. Lee fell for it after all and Lee knew him best. Kakashi went through all the right motions… ‘Youth’ this, ‘lotus blossom’ that. Yes. He definitely nailed it.
Kakashi narrowed his eyes. Well, that’s what Lee got anyways. Trying to ask Sakura back to his place… the nerve of that kid. If Kakashi new anything about boys at that age it was that they were all pumped full of hormones. All of them. No matter how chaste they seemed to be they were all after one thing in the end. As far as he was concerned, he wasn’t about to let any pubescent brat get their hands on his sweet little Sakura. And he wouldn’t hesitate impersonating one particular brainless wonder again if it meant keeping things that way.
He hardly was able to restrain himself from destroying that guy from the other day when he walked in on Sakura’s little tripping bout while searching for his dropped documents. That guy that slapped his Sakura on the ass like she was some common whore. The only thing that stopped him from chasing after the slimy sleaze ball with a rusty kunai was the consideration of something Sakura had been trying to get across to him for the past couple years... Sakura was not a child anymore. She could hold her own. She didn’t need him. That much was obvious when she sent that guy running for the hills with her venomous threat.
When the sound of liquid on foliage faltered to nothing, Kakashi zipped himself up again before making his way back towards where he last left Sakura.
He pulled out Come Come Paradise on the way, at least trying to cram a little bit of a read in before he was bombarded by Sakura's verbal abuse some more. Upon arriving to the designated area, he blinked. “I could have sworn I left her here,” Kakashi said, itching his temple as he spun in a complete three-sixty looking around. “Sakura?”
It was during the next moment that two thick tree appendages crashed out of the ground beneath him. Kakashi was quick, but evidently not quick enough as he was seized by his right leg and shoulder and pulled taut against the seven-hundred year old oak. With his only free hand he attempted prying his other from its snare, but his attempts were fruitless.
Sakura appeared out of hiding, her expression smug. It was safe to say she was pleased with herself for mastering the jutsu and even more so, her catch. “Now, what was it that you told me earlier?” Sakura practically purred as she tapped a finger to her chin. “Oh, that’s right. ‘Don’t get caught’.” She’d give him credit though. She’d only managed to snag half of him; his right leg and arm. That was good enough though as far as she was concerned.
Kakashi sighed, “Alright, you got me. Now let me go already.”
“I think… not,” Sakura said as she narrowed her eyes at him, causing his to widen in turn. “I’m not finished with you, sensei.”
“You’re not… wait, wha?” Kakashi said, his words failing him for what had to have been one of the fewer times of his life.
Sakura giggled. No, she cackled. “I said,” she said, making her way over to her confused teacher, “I haven't finished with you just yet.” Kakashi blinked, his strangled gulp audible as she neared him like a cat on the prowl.
She extended a hand to brush over his furrowed brow, combing her fingers through the disarray of silver locks that filtered over his headband. “Sakura, I don’t think…” he sighed, but his sentence died in his throat as Sakura grasped his hip and pressed her chest to him.
For the second time within the past couple of days, Sakura made Kakashi drop his novel.
Sakura inwardly grinned as she felt him go rigid against the tree. She took pride in the way that with just a few innocent little moves that she was able to extract such a petrified reaction from Kakashi. Sakura felt very much the predator. She was the hungry lion and he was the sheep, her prey.
Sakura slowly tugged off Kakashi’s hitai-ite before tossing it to the ground, leaving two mismatched eyes of black and red staring at her apprehensively. “You wont be needing this.”
“Sakura…” He swallowed again as it was then that Sakura pressed her lips to the bare flesh of his newly exposed left temple, only smirking when Kakashi tilted his head away from her and cringed.
She’d have to fix that now wouldn’t she?
Sakura ghosted her lips from his temple to his defined cheekbone, a small frown tugging at her lips as she met some… complications. His mask. “I’ve always hated this thing,” she pouted, quickly resolving to deal with her obstacle. Taking the stretchy black material in her teeth, she slowly dragged her lips down Kakashi’s neck, taking with it that bothersome mask as well.
Kakashi’s mouth fell open to protest, but only managed a ragged breath as he thereafter felt Sakura’s curious warm lips and teeth graze under his naked jawbone and neck, kissing, nibbling, tasting every inch of the newfound territory.
Sakura smirked. It was interesting to see how the tables had turned. Just the night before last, Kakashi had her flat across his sofa under the pretense of seduction. But now it was her turn. Her turn to show him that two could play at this game!
As confident as Sakura had seemed, inwardly she was more than a bit nervous. She hardly knew what the heck she was even doing. She was only going by previous encounters with boyfriends and even then, she had never done anything this… bold.
But the idea of revenge was enough to keep her going strong. That, and some other funny feeling that she denied…
Bringing her head back, her breath came out in a gasp as she looked at Kakashi for the first time. This Kakashi before her… without a mask.
Sakura didn’t know what she expected to see here, but normal had even seemed a less likelier bet than her sensei sporting an elephant’s trunk.
He was handsome, she decided. He wasn’t drop dead model gorgeous, though he was striking enough to fall just short of it and still make you want to melt into a steaming pile of goop. He was beautiful. There was no denying that much.
Her eyes roamed from his wary bi-colored eyes to his high cheek bones and strong jaw, drinking in the way his skin scarred through his left eye all the way down to his lower cheek. He had a nice nose, not too big nor too small. His lips, the feature that Sakura found most captivating of all, were not thick blimp lips like she’d once believed them to be. Nor were there a pair of massive buck rabbit teeth protruding from them. His lips were soft and almost edible looking. Perfect. Just like the rest of him. Sakura subconsciously sucked on her lower lip.
Six whole years it had been. Six years of constant attempts to sneak-a-peak at the mystery under his mask… But only now did she get to see it, his face, after countless tries to do just this. And while she’s seducing him no less? Surely this was cheating.
Judging from the soft crinkle in his brow and the way his lips slightly tugged downwards, features that Sakura would have been oblivious to otherwise, he thought it was too.
Sakura briefly questioned the thing she was about to do next. If she followed through if it really would be crossing the line. But then, that same line had already been blurred and just like Kakashi had done, she was returning the favor. And so having justified her actions, Sakura leaned forward and kissed Kakashi.
She could not believe what she was doing. She couldn’t believe she--Sakura Haruno--was kissing her own teacher. That she was kissing the most beautiful lips in existence and those lips… were not kissing her back? For a fleeting moment, panic gripped her heart and Sakura wondered if she had gone too far. That Kakashi didn’t want this. That he had known better than to accept advances by his students...
Well, it turned out after all that Kakashi didn’t know better.
Any doubt that she had had was wiped clean when his unresponsive lips became receptive and slowly began to kiss her back. His responding kiss was hesitant at first, but the more Sakura’s mouth and tongue coaxed him into it, the more bold his own reactions became.
Inner Sakura was delighted! 'Booyah! How do you like the taste of your own medicine! Cheeyah!'
And if it wasn’t enough that she was thrilled about him going through the motions of kissing with her, she was even more assured or herself when she felt Kakashi’s single free hand lightly perch open her hip. That and the feeling of something hard brushing against her leg…
Sakura swallowed, her cheeks going red. It was safe to assume that her mission had been accomplished. Well accomplished by the feel of it. A certain object down south was making that much obvious. Sakura couldn’t keep herself from grinning as his arousal began to become more and more apparent. The way his breath became more husky and his kiss hungrier. The way his fingers splayed possessively on her hip. The way he groaned ‘Sakura…’ into her mouth…
“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?” she whispered into his ear.
Kakashi could hear the smirk in her voice and blinked ever so slowly. “Mm?” Sakura stepped away from the confused Kakashi, leaving him very much the vision of a kid who had just had his candy pried away from him.
Sakura simply watched him with a satisfied grin, reveling in the fruit of her labor. His deprived facial expression exposed for her viewing pleasure. How his usually steady breath had become hot and ragged. The way he seemed to fidget more and more frequently within the grasp of the offending roots.
“If you’ll recall, being the author of it anyways, I just performed the same role as Yumi from one of the scenes?” Sakura said innocently, even tilting her head to the side. Judging by the way Kakashi’s eyes narrowed slightly, he finally caught what had happened. “Well, I did modify it a tad to fit the circumstances but the general idea was the same.”
“You…” Kakashi rasped.
“…returned the favor? Sure did. Just leveled the playing field is all, sensei.”
“You horrible, horrible person,” Kakashi murmured, out of breath almost.
“I know,” Sakura smiled sweetly. “Ah… Sucks to know that you’re not as reserved as you thought, hm?”
“That doesn’t count. You were kissing me and thanks to you I was unable to move. What was I supposed to do?” Kakashi frowned.
“That’s exactly what my situation was. When you're being mouth-raped what else can you do?” she retorted, her hands akimbo.
“Mouth-rape? I’d rather the term ‘kissing’, Sakura... And to my credit, you did kiss me back.”
“So did you…” Sakura responded pointedly.
“I was forced into it against my will. ‘Mouth-raped’.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, sensei. And I do prefer the term ‘kissing’.”
“Alright, so you were out for revenge... I can understand that much. But," Kakashi said, pulling a self-conscious hand to his cheek, "did you have to remove my mask? I feel so… violated.”
“I don’t see why you wear masks in the first place! I rather find your face quite dashing,” Sakura giggled. “It’s a shame you hide it all the time.”
“I‘ve got allergies,” Kakashi smirked sheepishly and Sakura’s lungs nearly forgot how to work all together. Man… he was so damn pretty. Sakura vaguely wondered how many times he’d smiled at her the same way and she missed it...
A small silence ensued, but it was hardly the awkward type. On the contrary it was quite comfortable. The first comfortable silence Sakura had shared with Kakashi in a while. It was as though things were back to normal. That is... before Sakura spoke.
“You know, I was wholly appalled when you kissed me through your mask. And seeing as you were powerless… I guess I exploited the situation.”
“Taking advantage on a helpless man, shame on you... So, not only did you take off my mask, but you did it… with your mouth?” Kakashi said, the amusement that would normally be only portrayed through his eyes was apparent in all his features. With what was positively a grin, he chuckled, “How incredibly kinky.” Sakura's face went bright red. “I could edit that into the scene somehow...” he murmured, pulling a finger to tap his nose thoughtfully with that unmistakable pervish grin.
“You wouldn’t…” Sakura gasped.
“Try me.”
“If you do, I’ll leave you ensnared in that tree ‘till morning.”
“You’re bluffing.”
“Am I now?” Sakura said with hooded eyes, swiveling on her heel and marching away.
“Uh… Sakura…?”
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Three hours later Lee dropped by the training grounds for some exercise only to see a miserable jonin rooted to a tree. “Good afternoon Kakashi-sensei!” he greeted brightly with a salute.
Now, the only thing worst than Gai himself was Mini-Gai. And that was not only because he was equally annoying as his sensei, but it was because he fancied Sakura.
“Afternoon…” Kakashi said lacking the enthusiasm that Lee so vibrantly radiated. Kakashi was in a foul mood. Lets just say three hours of insufferable boredom all because his favorite novel decided to land half-an-inch out of his reach left him a little bit moody. He had at least managed to pull his mask back up to make himself decent… for that much he was grateful. “I don’t suppose you could do the reverse jutsu for this technique, could you?”
“Genjutsu?”
“Mmhm.”
“Sorry. I can not help you. But… Gai-sensei can do genjutsu! I will go and get him!”
Kakashi’s eyebrow twitched. “Surely there is someone else?”
“Nonsense! My sensei will be more than happy to help you!" And gloat. "Speaking of which… you would not have happened to have seen him around here today by any chance?”
“Not a single time.”
“That is truly strange. I was so sure that I heard him around here this morning… And I never got to hear Sakura’s answer either. Could you ask her if she would still like to go out with me sometime?”
Kakashi narrowed his eyes at Lee. “Oh, you haven't heard? Sakura already has a boyfriend.”
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A/N: Didn’t I tell you that you wouldn’t be disappointed? ;P At least, I hope you weren’t... Tell me what you think. :D