A Flash of Pink

[Kakashi, Naruto and Sakura are 15 years old]



Kakashi was in a foul mood, he could feel the rest of his entire year going to hell in a hand basket. Firstly there had been his nightmare information gathering mission with Sakura, then he’d nearly been molested in his sleep by his best friend who had obviously mistaken him for a woman and now he was stuck in the body of a teenaged GIRL. He had hated being a teenager the first time around he definitely wasn’t looking forward to re-experiencing it from the other side.



He could feel eyes on him as he trailed behind Iruka with his team mates. He ran a nervous finger along the ribbons’ edge; he could feel it blocking most of his chakra, preventing it from being sensed by anyone. To any trained ninja he appeared to be a small and rather weak kunoichi, it wasn’t something that he’d ever experienced before. He really, really didn’t like it.



They had set out slowly, heading towards the camping grounds that were popular with jounin-sensei who wanted to teach their genin somewhere private. Iruka had mentioned something about wanting to see what level they were at currently. Kakashi already knew that his genjutsu and ninjutsu would be very much below average judging from how little chakra Tsunade’s ribbon left him with.



He was rather hoping that his taijutsu would not be as bad and as much as he hated to admit it, Kakashi was rather curious to see how Naruto would fight with those large breasts bouncing everywhere. Kakashi had deliberately made his as small as possible without drawing Tsunade’s ire. He had been on a lot of missions with kunoichi over the years and he had noticed that they always bound their breasts as flat as possible. Naruto obviously hadn’t ever noticed that.



After their sparring match Iruka insisted that he bathe in the river, whilst Sakura was teaching Naruto the value of breast bindings and he set up camp. Suddenly feeling very grimy Kakashi agreed, he had been slightly worried as to how Iruka would handle this aspect of the mission. Although he and Naruto appeared to be female they were still male on the inside and he didn’t particularly want Sakura scarred for life by having two of her male team-mates share her bath or her bed.



Quickly shucking himself out of his clothes, except for the ribbon - it was protected by some jutsu that prevented it from getting wet and dirty, he stared down at his naked body. Slowly he ran his hands down from his collarbones, over his breasts and stomach to rest on his hips. He pursed his lips in thought this was the same pose as the latest Icha Icha centrefold, he wondered if he looked as good. Shaking his head at his fantasies he waded into the water to wash.



Kakashi had no ‘hands-on’ experience with the female form although he had done basic anatomy as well as the special course that all sensei had to undertake before they were trusted with kunoichi, not to mention his enormous Icha Icha collection. It was still nothing against the real thing though. He needed to familiarise himself with the body that he was currently occupying, maybe that would help with his battle skills as well. His sparring had been pathetic.



Feeling a lot cleaner Kakashi dragged himself from the water and then draped himself across a warm rock to dry. Basking in the afternoon sun he felt brave enough to begin his explorations. Using just his fingertips he ran his hands all over his body, just experiencing the sensation. A girl’s skin was a lot thinner and more sensitive than a boy’s, his whole body felt softer and more pliable. Smirking at the enjoyable sensation he allowed his fingers to run across his nipples and gasped softly in pleasure.



He kneaded the small mounds of flesh again before running his palms over as much of his body as he could reach. He felt a tightening between his hips and a tingling between his thighs. Tentatively he reached down to touch the sensitive flesh. He had read more than enough porn to know what to do but he was a little unsure as to what to try first, the whole area was achingly sensitive, a lot more sensitive than he had expected.



Ever so softly, he began to massage the little nub that his talented fingers had found. Wanting more room to move he bent his legs at the knees, drew them up close to his body and then let his knees fall open wantonly. Just the mental image of what this would look like made him gasp softly in pleasure. He was going to peak in an embarrassingly short amount of time he could just tell, he didn’t stop rubbing though - it felt far too good.



When Kakashi wandered back to the campsite a short time later, vaguely amused by how clean the whole business had been, he found that Iruka had set up some basic, academy level chakra wards. He had also laid out their campsite with all of the tents, they each had their own, facing towards the fire and equidistant around it. Sakura darted off towards the water as soon as he made his presence known, Iruka reaching out a hand to prevent Naruto from following and ignoring his protests of innocence.



“Feel better?” Iruka enquired and Kakashi felt himself blush, of course Iruka wouldn’t know what he’d been up to but he felt guilty anyway. He merely grunted, femininely, in response and began to gather everything that he’d need to prepare dinner. The habit of years was decidedly hard to break.



Surviving in the field was one of Kakashi’s specialities and over the years he had learned how to make mere survival tasty as well. Iruka had very obviously been impressed, for some reason this gave Kakashi a warm and fuzzy sensation. After they had collectively cleaned up they had talked and joked late into the night, each wrapped up in their own sleeping bag.





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‘Finally!’ inner Iruka crowed. He had been waiting for Naruto and Sakura to fall asleep for what seemed like hours. He had so many questions that he wanted to ask Kakashi and he didn’t want the man’s former students and current team-mates to overhear him. The man had blushed so delightfully when he’d come back from his bath, Iruka had a suspicion as to why.



“Kashi?” he whispered, a blanket-wrapped bundle twisted towards him and a sleepy eye peeked out. He smiled reassuringly hoping that his blush was not too obvious. Kakashi just grunted in his usual manner however feminine it sounded. It made Iruka smile to think that ‘his’ Kakashi was in there somewhere peeking out, and probably blowing mental raspberries at the world..



He wanted to reassure the other man but wasn’t really very sure as to how to go about it. Despite his laid-back attitude Kakashi could be very prickly, especially in regards to ‘mushy stuff’ as he called it. Having been turned into a living weapon at such a young age he had never really learned about dealing with people. He had always been on the outside looking in, first he’d been too young to understand and then when he was finally old enough people had just assumed that he learned everything years ago.



It made Iruka both angry and protective; two strong emotions that he was sure that Kakashi would not appreciate. He suddenly wondered if Kakashi would appreciate the other strong emotion that he possessed, love – and not just the platonic kind. Iruka felt his body stir at the mere thought of erotic love with Kakashi and stomped on his line of thought.



He queried Kakashi on how it felt to be a young girl on the edge of womanhood and got a giggle in reply, Kakashi looked truly shocked at the sound and turned quite an alarming shade of red. He glared at Iruka as if it was all his fault, Iruka could only laugh softly in response. When he apparently felt that he had regained his dignity Kakashi had a few pithy phrases to say about his predicament. It made Iruka think.



He had never even thought about the fact that it would be awkward for Kakashi to do such simple things as relieving or washing himself. He’d never had to keep a henge up for so long that those things became an issue, not that he’d ever had to henge himself into a woman. He related these thought back to the other man and was rewarded with a sleepy grin.



“I’ve got an interesting story for you sensei.” He teased, his grin growing suddenly brighter as he pushed himself up on his elbows to face Iruka.



Iruka nearly had a nosebleed, he could see right down Kakashi’s night-shirt, an old singlet from Kakashi-the-mans wardrobe. Those little nipples, below the enticing swell of those small breasts, were erect in the cool evening air. Grimly he forced his eyes away and up to his friends face. Kakashi didn’t even appear to notice that he was putting on a display and began to whisper.



Iruka laughed heartily, smothering himself so that he didn’t wake the other half of their team. Who’d have thought that the first time Kakashi had used a henge of a woman he’d picked a form similar to Naruto’s sexy-no-jutsu form and that he’d had his butt pinched numerous times by his unsuspecting colleagues. Of course he’d been a teenager at the time and in ANBU and he’d done it on a dare, a mega testosterone cocktail. He wouldn’t say who had dared him but Iruka strongly suspected that Gai-sensei was at the bottom of it.



Kakashi then related the story about how he had first used sexy-no-jutsu, which Iruka had been dying to ask and hadn’t been able to think of a polite way to do so that wasn’t going to ruffle Kakashi’s feathers. Kakashi had copied the jutsu out of habit, hoping that it would come in handy one-day. Then he’d been asked by Jiraya, who had offered him a ticket to the pre-screening of Icha Icha the Movie, to transform and keep Shizune occupied so that Tsunade could sneak out and join him for a drink.



Apparently Jiraya was convinced that Shizune was attracted to other women, which Kakashi now knew to be at least partially incorrect. Iruka sniggered, he could just see Kakashi attempting to pick up a woman, he would probably use those corny lines suggested in his porn – as if they were ever going to work. Now if only he could get Kakashi to use those lines on him, if he did he would find himself shucked out of his clothes and laid out on Iruka’s bed before he could draw breath.



With a mental image like that Iruka could tell that he was going to have some ‘good’ dreams tonight.



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The former Iwa-nin hiding in the trees nearby nearly rubbed his hands together in glee, this was just what he’d been searching for. A group of kunoichi-genin out of the village for the first time on a training mission, he’d watched their sparring earlier and knew that they needed it. They also only had a chuunin as their sensei, the Hokage must not have wanted to waste a jounin on girls who were never going to reach that level anyway.



He couldn’t hear what they were saying, and wasn’t really interested enough to try to get closer. They were probably talking about boys or clothes or something equally silly. Smiling to himself, he eased his way out of the tree and set off for where the rest of his fellows were camped. The boss was going to enjoy this.