She Will Be Loved

A/N: You know, if I wrote this as KakaIru (which I DETEST! for some inexplicable reason...) people would think it was adoreable? Wierd... It's funny how a kink (yes, I called it a kink, yo wanna make sumtin ov it? It's mah kink, so lev meh alone!!) like yaoi would do that to someone...





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When Murasaki awoke the next morning, she got up and got ready for a quiet day. The house was sad and silent, and the morning was traitorously bright outside. She sighed and sat down to read the news, leaning her head on her elbow and dropping her proper manners in private.



"Good morning, mistress..." She heard a voice call from the doorway of her ‘office'. She looked up in surprise to see Kakashi, carrying a plate of food.



"I hope you don't mind, I made breakfast..." He said, setting the tray between them.



"I'm surprised you're still here, Kakashi-san...I thought you left last night..." She said, something stirring in her heart.



He blushed again. "I had to go take care of something." he said looking away. Murasaki frowned, but nodded, taking a piece of the food with the chopsticks Kakashi had set out for her.



"This house is so beautiful." He said, picking up his chopsticks. "What do you know about it?"



"It's been a geisha house since before the war. It's rather famous, but I really don't do it justice, since I haven't taken an apprentice yet...girls these days are much to modern, they only care about their electronics and their silly pop stars. No one wants to be a geisha anymore..." She said with a slight amount of bitterness before she suddenly reminded herself of his profession. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect..."



"None taken. Sadly, it's an accurate observation..." He said quietly, clearly thinking. "It's not your only choice though, if you don't mind my saying."



Murasaki blinked in polite surprise. "Huh? I don't understand..."



"Your aikido skills are really amazing...maybe you could start up a school."



Murasaki smiled slightly. It was an idea, it had always been something she loved...and she wouldn't have to put up with ignorant foreigners putting their hands where they didn't belong anymore... but...



"It's forbidden...the contract my father was forced to sign..."



Kakashi nodded slightly, thinking once again.



"Your fathers name...it wasn't Jiraiya, was it?"



"Yes, he lives in Kyoto now, or so I hear...Geisha are forbidden to contact their families."



"I'm a big fan of his books...Then you are Fujiwara Murasaki?"



Murasaki blinked. "Yes...how did you know?"



"My father knew yours...my clan name is Hatake."



"Sakumo's son?" Murasaki asked, raising her brows and looking him up and down, wondering what the man's father would say if he knew what his son had been doing. "What happened to him?"



"He committed suicide about seven years ago, a couple years after your father was forced to sell out to Orochimaru."



"I'm sorry for your loss..." Murasaki said with a slight frown, remembering the proud business man who used to visit her father.



There was more silence.



"Kakashi-san, I've been thinking...would you be willing to stay here for a while? I could use a little extra help around here, and the house is really too big for just me..."



There was a ringing silence that filled her heart with dread. Kakashi seemed to be thinking hard about something.



"If I did,. Would you teach me to fight like that?"



Murasaki was taken slightly aback at his request, but smiled.



"Orochimaru must never know..."



"I will not tell him if you won't." He said, smiling coyly over the top of his food.



Murasaki returned the favor. He really was very charming.



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Six years passed, and Kakashi had proved himself to be a fast learner, taking in whatever skill Murasaki was willing to teach him. Murasaki herself had grown rather attached to the teen, who had grown and matured into a fine young man. He had an attractive personality and a charming speech pattern, and those sexy bedroom eyes had only gotten sexier. He had this casual, arrogant manner that women (and some men) seemed to trip all over themselves for. He had gotten a job at a martial arts school teaching children, and he loved every minute of it.



What Murasaki didn't know was how attached Kakashi had gotten to her. In his own mind, he tended to put her on a pedestal, inwardly worshiping her as a jewel among women. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and doubted he ever would.



They would spend the day sparring, and at night, Murasaki would don the face of a geisha, coming home late at night.



Kakashi would always wait for her to come home, listening closely in the shadows of his room for the front door to slide open. He had grown to worry about her over the years: The old Japan was gone, like Murasaki had always said...it was dangerous out there for women and men alike.



It was late one night in the summer and Murasaki had left early, having a meeting with a big client from Europe. Kakashi was sitting quietly, reading, and glancing up nervously at the clock. The hours passed slowly until it was well into the early morning. At about three, he frowned, sliding the door open. She was always home by now, no matter how much sake they pushed on her...



He slipped his shoes on, heading off down the street and out of the geisha district. He tried to remember where she had said she was going tonight...the Masamune gardens? That had to be it...



Kakashi walked quietly along the street, looking around for any sign of her.



He passed the bar where they had met almost four years before, it was now blaring country music and people donning cowboy hats and western clothing were weaving in and out.



He went on, towards the main hotel district, a large pavilion sat in the middle of a wide park in the center of the square. In large katakana it read "Masamune Gardens" .



Kakashi passed under that large, fake torii, looking around in the shadows for any sign of his geisha goddess.



He began to worry more and more as he went on, breaking into a run when he heard the sounds of a struggle up ahead. He came around the corner, and there on the edge of a koi pond, a man had Murasaki pinned to the ground.



It looked as it there had been quite a fight, both their faces bruised and bloodied. Murasaki's kimono's were askew, her pale thighs exposed in the moonlight and her makeup was smeared, black streaks running down her face from tears.



Without further hesitation, Kakashi attacked the man, flipping him and pinning him on the ground and off of Murasaki, who backed away, covering her face with her sleeve and sobbing.



Kakashi could feel the man's erection poking against his thigh as he held the mans arms down with his thighs.



"Don't touch her again..." Kakashi hissed, staring into the man's eyes.



"I paid for that fucking whore..." He snapped. "Now get the hell off of me, fag!"



Suddenly, Kakashi recognized the man beneath him as one of the men that had been with the American teenager years before.



"Geisha's are not whores." Kakashi hissed, hitting the man in a pressure point. The man swore and flipped Kakashi over so he was on top, but Kakashi wasn't going to put up with that. He used his legs to throw the man into the pond with a loud ‘splash', before he rushed to Murasaki's side. Her lavender kimonos were soaked in blood and she was crying. She looked oddly beautiful in the moonlight, like a fallen star...his fallen star...



Kakashi reached out, touching her cheek gently, the white paint coming away beneath his fingers. She shied away and Kakashi came closer, putting his arms around her.



"I'm not going to hurt you...it‘s me, you‘re okay now..." He whispered, nuzzling her ear gently. Suddenly, she threw both arms around his neck and began to sob on his shoulder. He smiled sadly, lifting her up in his arms, his hand making brief contact with her thigh. He told himself that this was the only time she would touch him...the only time he would get this close to her again...



"Do you need to go to the police? Or the hospital?"



"Just take me home..." She whispered against his neck, sending chills down his spine, only to settle in his groin.



He stood up, obeying her orders