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Hatake Kakashi returned to Konoha after a tedious mission in the Mist Village. Upon his arrival, he was immediately summoned to the Hokage's tower where it was requested that he gave a detailed report of the assignment undertaken. It was protocol; after every mission the squad captain is expected to discuss its particulars.

 

He spent not a minute longer than it took to give his account, for he was in dire need of some rest. He decided against taking a shower or even eating. Those things could be taken care of later. He had exerted his body and left it to the mercy of soldier pills. Now he was paying dearly for it.

 

Being the kind of thorough and observant shinobi that the Hokage hails, Kakashi was usually first choice for espionage and Anbu ranked missions. Despite his heroics he wasn't proud of some of the things he had to do for his Village. Morals and mercy weren't something a shinobi had the luxury of having, at least not one who had eyes for the highest ranks.

 

Many people questioned whether he slept at nights. He wondered himself how he managed to get any shut eye with all the echoing screams in his head. He had taken out his fair share of enemies but the blood of the innocents couldn't be washed from his hands. They stained them, stained his conscience.

 

Constantly walking in his father's shadow had darkened his path a little. It made him obsessive in his need to prove himself―to relieve the heavy burden placed on his shoulders since birth. He was nothing like The White Fox but neither was his father the criminal they made him out to be. 

 

Still he persevered, using the memory of the man who was condemned as the catalyst to spur his own growth as a genin. Kakashi knew however, that to be half as good as his father he would have to try twice as hard.

  

Losing cherished friends at an early age had hardened his resolve even more. In death Obito had bestowed the sharingan on him. It added to his physical strength but the memory of the life lost upon its acquirement was a wound he had to bandage up with tough emotions.

 

He often visited the memorial stone to pay homage to his fallen comrades and submerge himself in memories of the good old days. Much like their names on the stone, his teammates were forever engraved into his heart―their deaths embedded into the recess of his mind.

 

Guilt plagued him for he was ironically the cause of both their demises.

 

Regardless, he overcame his obstacles and could now proudly claim the sash―without objection from his colleagues―of one of the deadliest shinobi of his time. 

 

Kakashi heaved a sigh when he entered his apartment and kicked off his shoes. If furniture could speak, his bed would have been serenading him like a siren luring its prey to its death. He crashed down on it mere minutes later as he willingly allowed exhaustion and oblivious to claim his body.

 

The journey really had placed quite a strain on his body. Sleep seemed to be the only thing that would replenish the energy lost after such a long mission. With only his Icha Icha Paradise novel for entertainment, Kakashi had been bored beyond belief. It only added to the tediousness of the journey back.

 

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When Genma and Raidou heard Kakashi had returned from his mission earlier, they agreed that once their shifts were over they would swing by his place grab a bite to eat and perhaps even have a few drinks. They decided against seeing him right away because they were aware that he had been gone a few months and maybe in need of rest. 

 

The two always looked forward to catching up with Kakashi, in some way they idolized him. He was the type of shinobi that the younger generation and even those within his age group wanted to emulate—to benchmark themselves and their skills against.

 

The said copy-cat ninja woke up and was getting dress, when he heard a knock at the door. Judging from the chakra signatures he deduced that it was Genma and Raidou. He can’t say that he was surprised and was almost certain that they had come to drag him out to some diner for dinner—code for prying into his business. It was the same thing after each mission, not that he minded. He rather liked the company of someone other than his Icha Icha series every now and again. And like he anticipated, he found himself seated in a small cafe not too far from the gates of Konoha staring at his empty plate.

 

He hadn’t realized how famished he was until the waitress brought their meals. Green tea and dangos closed off the exquisite course, Kakashi was just happy that he wasn’t the footing the bill. They had went ahead and ordered Oden, which was a nabe dish prepared with various fish cakes, daikon, boiled eggs, konnyaku and kombu seaweed, slow simmered in a soy sauce based soup. It’s typically eaten during the winter and tended to be expensive as fuck.

 

Konoha wasn’t covered in snow but it was nice to indulge in a little bit of everything during Spring. It was the season of new beginnings and trying new things. It was partly why Kakashi preferred spring. Aside from bringing the village alive with colours, good weather and the scent of fresh flowers, Spring represented starting over—closing a chapter of one’s life and starting fresh again. They say however, that the hardest part of ending is starting over again. 

 

Spring made it look easy, Kakashi brooded to himself and finished his last dango. Had he been home alone he might have released a sated burp but manners would not permit it. He was in the company of others after all, not that anyone would mind. The cafe was nearly empty except for an old couple in the corner and themselves. It was late however, the skies were already black and starless, with only the half moon for luminescence. 

 

"Did you get enough sleep, Kakashi? You look like shit," Genma commented flatly. He was concerned however, growing up together made him realize aware of the circumstances surrounding Kakashi’s attitude and reservedness.Genma wasn’t the type to wear his feelings on his sleeve but as of late he couldn’t help voicing his concern with how Kakashi was looking.

 

"What are you talking about? He always looks like shit?" Raidou snorted, his laughter seemed to fill every vacant table in the small space.

 

"I wouldn't be talking, Raidou. Have you seen yourself lately?" Kakashi retorted, accepting Genma’s offer of a Sake shot. He grimaced a little when it stung his throat, he haven’t touched alcohol in a while and didn’t know what possessed him to do so tonight.

 

"Women, so happen to love this face Kakashi," Raidou, who was known for his womanizing exploits throughout Konoha boasted.

 

"They must all be blind," Kakashi teased him, “A woman with working eyes would find that face of yours an eyesore,” he knew how much Raidou hated being mocked for the scar on his face.

 

"Shut it, Raidou!" Genma clipped, he hated when he acted like a child in public.

 

"Aww, you guys are so mean to me!” he pretended to whine and stirred the remaining content of his shot glass with an idle finger. “So, Hatake did you do anything interesting on that mission of yours?" he winked suggestively, and both Kakashi and Genma knew that it wasn’t even the alcohol that was starting to take effect. It was typical Raidou behaviour.

 

"What the fuck is wrong with you Raidou?" Genma snapped. It unnerved him how much crap he had to put up with. “Not every mission is an opportunity to stick yourself between a foreign woman’s leg. You’re an ass!”

 

"That's the same thing that girl said to me after I kicked her out of my apartment last night," Raidou mused with a smug smirk. He was straightforward with the women he bedded. He didn't like cuddling or spending the night with them afterwards. Sex was to release pent up stress, that's all there was to it. 

 

"You are such a dick,” Genma didn't know what the big deal was with offering a little comfort after a sexual encounter. Men acted as if it made them less than a man. He didn’t like to get into these type of arguments with Raidou, there was no convincing him. Genma wasn’t exactly a saint either, but he didn’t believe in cheapening the moment for a woman. 

 

"If I wanted a cuddle partner after sex, I would have wife!" He meant it too, he wasn't looking for a life long partner. Women were scandalous creatures, always wanting more than what they had. No way, was he going to put up with that shit. He had seen some of his friends lose themselves because of women.

 

"That's exactly why your partners don't come back for a second night," Genma told him frankly. He felt like adding that perhaps Raidou wasn’t good but thought better of it. There would be no end to the discuss and Genma was already ticked off. There was simply no getting through that thick skull of his. 

 

It was true though, women never seek out Raidou once he bedded them already. 

 

"So, did you Hatake?" he couldn't help but ask. It's not like a whole lot happened in their lives besides missions, which no one liked to talk about. Unless of course it had been a situation where the safety of the village was under threat.

 

"I'm not inclined to answer that," Kakashi didn't feel the slightest of inclination to entertain the conversation either. Raidou liked to blow things out of proportion.

 

"Oh, I take that as a yes then?" Raidou prompted curiously.

 

Asuma walked in just before Genma exploded. His face was already red with annoyance and Kakashi noted how tight his grip on his glass was. His knuckles were white and the veins stood out on the back of his palms. Beneath Genma's laid back demeanour there was actually a very short-tempered man, but his heart was in the right place. No one hated when Raidou degraded women or implied lewd things as much as he did. It was pretty rare to come across a guy that valued gender equality. Kakashi suspected thats why Shizune had eyes for him

 

"What's up?" Asuma asked as he made his way to the table. “I see the prodigal son has returned?” he nudged Kakashi’s shoulders and sat down. It had been a rather long and frustrating day and he didn’t want to go home to his wife and daughter in the state that he was in.

 

One drink wouldn’t hurt. As long as you don’t go home drunk, a little voice in his head warned. His wife would give him the full length of her tongue if he should.

 

"Nothing much, just trying to pry information out of the copy nin," Raidou admitted shamelessly.

 

"What about you, Genma?" Asuma turned to the aforementioned ninja. The waitress came with his order and he helped himself to the opened bottle of Sake, choosing to ignore the cup of coffee she placed before him. 

 

Asuma was a regular here, they knew his beverage of preference which was why the waitress dealt him a stupefied look.

 

"I'm just here to have a few drinks before I head home. What about you?" Genma had a few things to bring to his friend's attention now that he stumbled upon him, however.

 

"The same, I need a few drinks to unwind before I go home to my daughter and Kurenai. Hatake, you?" 

 

Raidou made a face at Asuma's response. He had a phobia of wives and children.

 

"I was dragged here," Kakashi told him dryly. 

 

"What's this I heard about you bedding and throwing out a woman last night? Care to explain?" Asuma heard the news, Kurenai happened to know the girl somehow. At the time he wanted to laugh but chose not to. His wife was fucking scary when she was pissed and she had been unamused at Raidou's behaviour.

 

"I kicked her out after sex," he said unapologetically, there was absolutely no hint of remorse in his voice or on his face. "She made a scene saying I was an ass. I always lay down the rules first, she agreed to them now she wants to pull that shit and cry. She knew what she was getting into, it's not like she wasn't warned," he shrugged his shoulders dismissively. 

 

He dislike that women spoke so freely about what happened behind closed doors. Not that he was any better, his sex life was an opened book. Anyone who wanted to read it or stamped their names 'females only' amongst its pages did so at their own risk.

 

"That was cold, Raidou," Asuma shook his head.

 

"That is exactly, what I told him!" Genma supplied, at least someone agreed with him. Kakashi hadn’t exactly been vocal about where he stood when it came to Raidou’s nonsense.

 

"Kakashi does it too. I don't see you guys scolding him," Raidou pouted, he didn't understand why he was the only one to come under fire.

 

Kakashi blinked, since when was he the topic of the conversation? And he never had any of those problems with women in the past.

 

"Yeah, but women don't come crying out of his apartment," Asuma argued. 

 

"Whatever, Asuma! Not all of us can get a woman like Kurenai," Raidou derided bitingly. It was no secret that Raidou had had a thing for Asuma’s beloved.

 

"There's still, Anko..." Asuma put it out there almost hesitantly.

 

Raidou’s eyes widened with horror. "Not if I want to keep my balls attached to my body." Hell would freeze over first before he looked in Anko’s direction that woman was a psychotic bitch. She gave him the chills.

 

Even Genma and Kakashi made faces at the mention Anko's name.

 

"What about Shizune?" Asuma suggested. She’s pretty, intelligent and highly respected, Asuma reasoned to himself. She would be a fine catch but was getting awfully chummy with Iruka lately, what’s up with that?

 

Genma’s hands squeezed his glass so tightly it was wonder how it wasn’t crushed. His stiffened against the chair and Kakashi watched in obvious fascination as he struggled to keep a straight face. His toothpick snapped in half under the force of his teeth as they clamped down on each other. The man was absolutely seething, the thought of Raidou and Shizune must be driving him over the edge. 

 

"Nope I'm not trying to die by Tsunade-sama's hands," the shinobi with the biggest ego admitted, shivering at the mental image of Tsunade constantly breathing down his shoulders.

 

Genma visibly relaxed upon hearing Raidou’s concerns.

 

Asuma had been a bachelor for far longer than he was married so he knew of the struggle of finding a good woman. Kurenai’s arrival into life was an unexpected and pleasant surprise. She was quite different from the women he was accustomed to dating and he appreciated that.

 

"It's something you three should think about. We aren’t getting any younger," Asuma laughed it off. “And I can’t be the only one having kids. Who will they date when they get older?” He was experiencing a chuckling fit by the time he finished ranting about the joys of fatherhood and having a bona fide partner.

 

"I think it's something you should think about Kakashi. You're getting old, I mean how long do you plan to stay single?" Genma enquired as if they weren’t both sailing in the same boat.

 

As far as Kakashi and everyone else was concerned, Genma and Shizune were both still single. Infatuation without action did not count as a relationship. 

 

"I'm not looking of settling down at the moment,” Kakashi answered, using his tongue to toy around with the liquor in his mouth. “I wouldn't talk about getting old Genma, we're the same age," The copy nin reminded him.

 

"I never said I wasn't ready to settle down," Genma confided but choose not to expound.

 

Kakashi snorted knowingly.

 

“Why the fuck are we talking about kids, marriages and settling down? Are we women?” Raidou slammed his glass down on the table in indignation. “I’m living out the springtime of youth,” he snickered. “Then when I feel its time to pass the baton, I’ll plant my youthful seed into a nice young lady and let her blossom with my child.”

 

“Was that a Gai reference?” Genma’s face went grim, so did everyone else’s.

 

Raidou was dying with laughter. He loved fucking around with Gai’s credo. "Have you heard anything about your former students, Hatake?" he wiped his eyes and asked when he finally calmed down.

 

"Both are doing well, the mission might even be completed earlier than expected," Kakashi had heard from Tsunade.

 

"Both are good kids, I'm glad they are doing well," Asuma was still weary about Sasuke but Naruto was a good kid. He's relieved that they were both doing fine though.

 

"And what about your former students, Asuma?" Kakashi returned politely. This type of conversation he could handle. It made him proud to remember the good old days of being team seven’s sensei. 

 

It had been a rough start but in the end all their trials had been worth it. He worried about them sometimes, they hadn’t come up through the ranking unscarred but then again, none of the other teams had. So much had happened, too much has happened.

 

"Good, I suppose. Not much is going on with them at the moment. Will you be making an appearance at Ino’s birthday party this weekend, Hatake? " Asuma had already made arrangements for a babysitter that day. It wasn’t every day your students had birthdays, granted not many shinobis made it to their age, despite how young they were.

 

"Yeah, I'll go. Is it Ino's parents house?" Kakashi thought it was a good idea to see how everyone was doing.

 

"No, Chōji and Ino got a place together,” he informed Kakashi who gaped a little. None of his former squad were involved, at least not that he was aware of. There were rumours about Sasuke and a certain gal on his arch rival’s team but nothing was ever confirmed. “I'll give you the directions tomorrow during our shift,” Asuma was planning on getting his wife a little drunk at the party, payback for something she had done to him last week. “You guys should come too,” he suggested to Genma and Raidou.

 

"Alright," Genma and Raidou chorused, they saw no harm in getting together with the youngsters. 

 

When the conversation died down the guys finished their drinks and decided to call it a night. They all had to be up early tomorrow to start their shifts anyway. Not that anyone of them were looking forward to the next day. Leaf shinobi was now a synonym for work horse.

 

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Kakashi had spent the rest of his night blindly skipping through the pages of the latest Icha Icha novel—unable to sleep. Sakura had actually bought him the copy as a Christmas present and scolded him for forcing her to purchase erotic literature because she hadn’t a clue what else he would like. She went pink with embarrassment when he had unwrapped it before her eyes and smirked. He swore, he wasn’t able to tell where her hairline began, she was just that pink. And she looked damn guilty too, like she had taken a peek at what the book contained.

 

He chuckled at the memory and willed himself to continue reading. 

 

He was halfway through a scene where the female protagonist was telling her male counterpart that she wouldn’t continue their affair unless there was some sort of commitment. She said she wanted a house, kids and a dog and that if he couldn’t—didn’t want to—give her those things then she was done.

 

Kakashi tossed the book aside and dimmed his lamp, Asuma and Genma’s words were haunting him even in his favorite book. He propped himself up against the headboard and simply sat there trying to drown out their voices. He agreed that he had a responsibility to his father to pass down his family lineage but he had never thought about marriage or kids. The prospect of children frightened him, in his line of work there were no guarantees. He could lose his life at any moment, leaving his wife and kids behind.

 

Could he even pass for a decent father? Would he be content in an exclusive relationship? What happened when he was away and not there to warm his wife’s bed? Would she seek comfort in someone else's arms? Could he handle that? Where would be find a suitable candidate for the post of Hatake Kakashi’s wife? All the good ones were taken and the ones that remained saw shinobi men as a trophy to behold. Once the passion dried up, the relationship would was well.

 

He shook his head ruefully, he could not believe that he was actually considering this. There was nothing wrong with the way he currently lived his life. He hadn’t a problem, why should he let Genma and Asuma’s beliefs stifle his own?

 

A soft knock on his door snapped Kakashi’s head in its direction. He hadn’t sensed any incoming chakra signals so either the intruder was very good at masking their chakra or it was a civilian. Either way, the fact that he had allowed himself to get so distracted by his thoughts and missed the presence of someone in his apartment was disconcerting. He never lets his guard down.

 

Maybe his conversation with the guys earlier had bothered him more than he cared to admit.

 

The door knob turned slowly, Kakashi steeled himself to attack. He had a couple kunai knives at his disposal, ready to ambush whoever it was. He may not be as accurate as Konoha’s Weapon Mistress but he had a deadly aim on a good day. 

 

Light spilled from outside the hall into the dimly lit room as the door opened. Lucky for the woman that entered, Kakashi was having an off day with his aiming.

 

“There’s a better way to rid yourself of frustration Kakashi,” she said, barely sparing the kunai a glance. It was lodged in the hardwood of the door, just above her head. “That’s why I’m here,” she smirked indecently, already making fast work of the buttons on her blouse.

 

Kakashi glared at her for several long seconds, and then he seemed to force himself to relax, his hands unclenching at his sides, his mouth twisting into a humourless smile. “What are you doing here?”

 

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“I heard you came back today—” she purred and made her way into the room, dropping various pieces of clothing on the ground as she did so. By the time she got to where Kakashi was, she was left in her panties and bra. “—I thought you might want some company.”

 

The mattress sunk under her weight and he subconsciously edged himself over so she could make herself comfortable.

 

“Hn?” Kakashi arched a brow, one hand reached up to cup the side of his face, her fingers seeming to burn where they touched, holding him mesmerized.

 

“Didn’t you miss me?” she was straddling his lap by this time, her legs on either side of his. “Because I missed you,” she murmured before her head lowered and her lips claimed his.

 

Her hands clung to the broad width of Kakashi’s shoulders, her body curved into his, making her completely aware of his own arousal. Then her fingers traced down his bare chest—because he slept in only his trousers— and stopped at the indent in it, rhythmically stroking the length of him through the fabric.

 

He groaned and she grinned in triumph. 

 

She slid her hand down the waistband and found him. She took him in her hand and the skin was so hot she nearly jerked her arm back. Instead she squeezed, “How long has it been?”

 

He muttered something unintelligibly when she drew away from him, eased his shorts down a little and took him in her mouth. Deep in her mouth. He groaned and dug his fingers through her hair, on the verge of an explosion.

 

She took him from her mouth, looked up at him and grinned. “It had been that long huh?”

 

Kakashi wasn’t a selfish lover, he thought the female should be pleasured first. Before he could make another move she lay back, pulling him down on top of her, between her thighs, arching to accept him.

 

Her eyes were glazed over with lust. He knew how much she loved their late night tumble in the old sack. She was practically trembling in anticipation.

 

He bent his head towards her supple breasts, taking one of the mounds into his mouth. He bit the taut nipple, and elicited a moan from the woman beneath him.

 

She inhale sharply and moaned as he started to lap at the areola. All the sensations that she was feeling threatened to stem her breath.

 

He slowly made his way down to her dripping core. The scent of her arousal was strong and enticing. He needed to prepare her for his girth. 

 

Slowly, he inserted a digit which was then followed by another. He started building to a rhythm, and watched as she writhed in pleasure. Her walls clenched around his fingers as if they couldn’t bare to let them withdraw themselves.

 

"Oh, Kakashi," she whimpered.

 

He picked up his pace, thrusting his fingers deep inside her sleek entrance. Her moans were like music to his ears. The sweat glistened on her body, like she had been waxed and oiled. Her breathing was becoming labored. 

 

Akira walls began to constrict around his digits, her sweet nectar was flowing more freely coating his fingers, She was near climax, the sweet ecstasy of release. A few more thrusts and she was sent over the edge.

 

"Mmm...great as always, Kakashi," Akira said as she came down from the high of her intense orgasm. 

 

He watched her closely as she spread her legs wider, inviting him to join her as one.

 

His manhood twitched, reminding him of how painfully hard he was at the moment.

 

With tonight's discussion ringing inside his head, he couldn't bring himself to engage in something so meaningless.

 

"I can't tonight," Kakashi said as he got off the bed. 

 

She laid there dumbfounded for second while her mind process what just happened. She realized that he meant she was to take her leave so she gathered her clothing and proceeded to dress. 

 

She was not at all fazed by his demand to leave. In truth this happened a lot with shinobi men. The nin were good for one thing only was 'sex'.

 

"See you around, Kakashi..." Akira muttered as she walked passed him and exited out of his apartment. 

 

Kakashi shut the door after she took her leave. He still had a raging hard on, there was only one way to take care of it. The options were a cold shower or to relieve himself. 

 

He decided to deal with his little problem and went to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

 

He let the cold water hit his body and got out quickly. He put on some boxers and went to his bed. 

 

*

 

He sat at the edge of the bed and closed his eyes, this dilemma was plaguing him. He would think on this matter later.

 

He decided to lay down, and get some rest before tomorrow. His last thoughts were, 'Kakashi Hatake was getting old'..

 

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Honestly, my muse was up and down for two weeks writing this chapter. It was always planned to be with this way when I wrote the outline for this story. I know I might get flamed for the slight smut scene that involved Kakashi. There is a deeper meaning behind it, more like an opinion. I noticed in the anime that women would drool over the men but the men themselves were single. So, I made it to the men were good enough to bed but they weren't good enough to be husbands. I'm not saying it's true, just that this idea works for my story. If you still want to flame me about it after hearing my explanation, go ahead. I got a review addressing the whole Ino and Choji smut scene in chapter one. I'm sorry you feel that way about it, and in my story it was necessary to include. This story contains multiple pairings and will have their time in the spotlight during this story. Though, the side pairings won't take away from the main couple. Each of the pairings are inner woven into the story. This may not be everyone's cup of tea, which I understand. Moving on, if you want to know what's going on with an update to a story, just go to my profile I always update it. Shout out to Princesshyuuga01 for helping me update, you're awesome!