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Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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Chapter 4
New Year Resolutions
Chapter 4
Kakashi’s fingers and toes had long since gone numb from Sakura’s liquid assault. He had underestimated her speed and resourcefulness given her surroundings. In a few short hours Sakura was able to hit him at a distance with her charka controlled stream. If it wasn’t coming directly from her then it was coming from under his very feet. He was soaked.
A few minutes ago he told her to try and integrate hand to hand combat with it and bet her that she couldn’t land even one punch or kick. He was hard pressed to avoid her. Granted he wasn’t fighting back with anything more than blocks and deflections, but Sakura was relentless. Something she must have learned from Tsunade.
Telling her that she had the best charka control in her year was the truth, if not an understatement. Aside from Tsunade herself he had never seen a Kunochi with better control of her charka flow.
Dodging another deluge of icy water the spray hitting him seemed like it was freezing almost instantly in the chilly air. If he had been using his Sharingan he might have been able to keep a better eye on her, but that was his downfall last time he battled her and Naruto when they tried to spoil the ending of one of his books.
As the wave passed he scanned the field in the failing evening light. She was nowhere to be seen.
Hearing a splash behind him he made to jump away but realized with a shock that his feet had actually been flash frozen to the ground by a thick cake of ice. Spinning around as best he could to defend himself he had no way to block the pink-haired Kunochi emerging from the very wave he dodged.
Her fist made contact with his left cheek. Hard.
As he fell to the ground he tried to catch himself to no avail as his feet held steadfast. When he landed backwards in the snow, Sakura released her Jutsu, melting the water around his feet.
Bending over Kakashi, the water from Sakura’s hair dripped onto Kakashi’s already bruising face. “I think I win your bet. What’s my prize?” She said holding a hand out to her Sensei.
Taking her hand he stood up and rubbed the side of his face. She really could throw a punch. “The satisfaction of giving an old pervert what he deserves.” It was probably a good thing he was numb, he was sure he would be feeling much worse once he warmed up.
Sakura smiled. “You’re not old Sensei.” She said in a soft voice. “You don’t look a day older than the first day I met you.”
“How would you know that? You’ve never seen my face.”
Sakura huffed and bopped him on the shoulder. “Learn to take a complement.”
By this point the sky was completely black, as the two ninja made their way back to the main street. It was too dark and too cold to stay out on the field. “So what are you doing for the New Year?” Kakashi asked, making small talk.
“Probably working. I’m going back to my apartment to take a hot shower and relax until they call me. They always do on crazy holiday nights.” She said with a bit of a frown. Kakashi knew she loved her job, but he could tell she was a bit worn out from it. Turning up to look at him she asked. “You?”
He really hadn’t thought of it until now. “Probably do the same. Maybe get some reading in.” He said knowing full well he had forgotten his book at the hospital.
“Another Icha Icha?”
“Of course.”
Sakura shivered when a brisk breeze blew through the streets. “I’m going to head home, I’m freezing. Thank you again for helping me with my Jutsu, Sensei.”
“Anytime.” He said, smiling through his mask. Despite the soaking and beating it was nice spending some sparing time with a former…current student. However, he was definitely going to wait until warmer weather before he helped her practice again. “Try not to work too hard tonight.” He said and turned toward his own apartment and she did the same.
Sakura reached her apartment first and made a B-line toward the shower. Turning on the hot water she let the bathroom steam up while she discarded her training gear in the hamper. Shivering from the sudden contact of bare skin to steamy warmth, she hoped that Kakashi sensei was warming up as well.
He was not.
Before heading back to his apartment Kakashi swung by a pharmacy to pick up some aspirin. Under his Hitai-ate and mask he could feel his cheek getting puffy and he knew that once he defrosted that he would need the pain killers.
Now he regretted not taking some from the nurse and at least stashing them for just such a case. That and leaving his book on the end table.
Finding the aspirin he turned to the magazine rack and perused the mature section on the top shelf. Maybe after his shower he would scratch that itch that had been nagging at him since Christmas.
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Elsewhere in Konoha, an orange clad ninja sat at his favorite place to eat. Ichiraku was packed tonight. Most people were crowded around the bar taking orders to go and the old man was cranking out ramen as his daughter packed it to order. Naruto occupied the corner stool as he polished off his second bowl of the night.
His thoughts had been complicated since he last saw Sasuke.
Nothing could change how he felt about his teammate. The question was whether he was going to act on it and if he did, what would people think.
Sasuke didn’t seem to mind. If anything he seemed much more knowledgeable about the subject than Naruto would have ever expected. Did that mean that Sasuke had acted on them before? He hid it well considering most of the ladies in the village were still after him despite going rogue. Naruto wondered how long he could hide it if even Sai had read him so easily.
Looking down the busy street he observed the crowd celebrating the New Year. Some were drunk already, swaggering from stall to stall. Others were more coherent and celebrated with good food and company. Out of the corner of his eye, he observed a couple tucked behind a large cedar tree. They were pressed against one another, lips locked as they kissed passionately. They looked very happy.
Naruto made up his mind, he was not spending this holiday alone. Finishing his broth he left his pay and took off down the busy street towards the Uchiha complex.
However, the roads were crowded and it was difficult to get a decent speed without running into people. Concentrating the charka to his legs, Naruto leapt into the nearest large tree and continued his travel by tree branch.
In his hurry he didn’t notice a rather old branch crack under his weight. Naruto was several trees away when the branch gave way and fell to the power lines below.
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His soaked clothes already in the corner of his bathroom, Kakashi pulled his mask off and inspected his face in the mirror. His cheek bone was already starting to purple atop the obvious swelling. Sighing, he took two pills and swallowed them without water before pulling the shower curtain back.
The entire apartment went pitch black.
Turning to the light switch he flipped it up and down. Nothing. He went back to the faucet and turned it making a dribble of water leave the tap before stopping entirely.
Trouble always sired three children. The first was forgetting his book, the second was getting soaked, so this must be the third.
Not tempting fate again, Kakashi felt his way back to his bedroom and found some flannel pants and an old, worn sweatshirt. With the electricity out his space heater was a paper weight, as was his coffee maker and oven.
He silently kicked himself for not getting an apartment with a fireplace.
Knowing it would be a long, and very cold night Kakashi felt for a scroll on his end table and bit his thumb, letting a trickle of blood smear across the paper.
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An hour later Sakura exited the bathroom. Her shower turned into a bath and she decided to soak for a while. It gave her time to think about the past week.
Sakura had been concerned about how flirtatious Kakashi had been this past week. Mostly because she liked it. It wasn’t often that guys flirted so openly with her. If they didn’t know here they were just interested in her for sex, but if they did know here they were usually intimidated. Being the Hokage’s protégé didn’t help.
Kakashi probably knew her better than most men in the village, and yet the only thing that made him hesitate was the fact that she was his student. Not the fact that she could probably put him through the wall if he pissed her off.
She may have been heavily tipsy during there time in the closet, but she remembered the way he felt when he kissed her, his lips on her neck, his own enjoyment obvious as he ground against her.
Sakura suddenly wondered whether it was the hot bath or her thoughts that was making here cheeks warm.
The sparing match today confused her. Just last night he was boldly flirting with her as she mended his wounds and massaged his back even offering to return the favor. Before Christmas he had never touched her other than changing her stance or hand signs when she was off during practice. Thinking of him giving her a back rub made him seem like a different person.
But today he was her old Kakashi Sensei again, helping her practice her new Jutsu. He didn’t say anything remotely flirtatious. Was he aware of what he said in the hospital? Was he only interested in her when he was either drunk or low on blood?
And people say that women are the complicated ones.
Looking out her apartment window she browsed the city aimlessly wondering what everyone else was doing tonight. Sasuke was probably spending the night alone, Naruto was undoubtedly eating ramen at his favorite spot, Sai most likely working on some art or reading etiquette books, and she was sure Kakashi was home reading some well loved Icha Icha novel.
A crease formed in her brow when she looked across the Konoha skyline. A good portion of the South district was pitch black. That’s where Kakashi lived.
Before she knew what she was doing she was already putting on a pair of jeans, wool socks, and winter coat. Knowing her Sensei he would be too proud to ask for help even if he was freezing to death. Which he just might be.
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Sasuke wasn’t quite asleep when a knock on the door stirred him from his doze. Looking at the clock on his end table it shone 10:09PM in red. Hopping out of bed he threw a pair of black pajama pants on and approached the door. It wasn’t until he felt a unique charka signature that he woke up fully. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he reached for the doorknob.
Naruto stood on his doorstep, snow dusting his hair, his eyes averted to the ground.
Sasuke waited a moment before speaking. “Can I do something for you, Dead-Last?”
Taking a moment to gather his resolve, the blonde finally looked up and blurted out. “Me.”
The smirk that was only tugging earlier spread across Sasuke’s face as he reached through the doorway, grabbed the kyuubi container by the collar and dragged him into the foyer.
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Don’t worry! The next chapter is coming soon, I promise. It is in my brain as I speak, I just need to get it on the computer. Smut in next chapter! I promise!
Chapter 4
Kakashi’s fingers and toes had long since gone numb from Sakura’s liquid assault. He had underestimated her speed and resourcefulness given her surroundings. In a few short hours Sakura was able to hit him at a distance with her charka controlled stream. If it wasn’t coming directly from her then it was coming from under his very feet. He was soaked.
A few minutes ago he told her to try and integrate hand to hand combat with it and bet her that she couldn’t land even one punch or kick. He was hard pressed to avoid her. Granted he wasn’t fighting back with anything more than blocks and deflections, but Sakura was relentless. Something she must have learned from Tsunade.
Telling her that she had the best charka control in her year was the truth, if not an understatement. Aside from Tsunade herself he had never seen a Kunochi with better control of her charka flow.
Dodging another deluge of icy water the spray hitting him seemed like it was freezing almost instantly in the chilly air. If he had been using his Sharingan he might have been able to keep a better eye on her, but that was his downfall last time he battled her and Naruto when they tried to spoil the ending of one of his books.
As the wave passed he scanned the field in the failing evening light. She was nowhere to be seen.
Hearing a splash behind him he made to jump away but realized with a shock that his feet had actually been flash frozen to the ground by a thick cake of ice. Spinning around as best he could to defend himself he had no way to block the pink-haired Kunochi emerging from the very wave he dodged.
Her fist made contact with his left cheek. Hard.
As he fell to the ground he tried to catch himself to no avail as his feet held steadfast. When he landed backwards in the snow, Sakura released her Jutsu, melting the water around his feet.
Bending over Kakashi, the water from Sakura’s hair dripped onto Kakashi’s already bruising face. “I think I win your bet. What’s my prize?” She said holding a hand out to her Sensei.
Taking her hand he stood up and rubbed the side of his face. She really could throw a punch. “The satisfaction of giving an old pervert what he deserves.” It was probably a good thing he was numb, he was sure he would be feeling much worse once he warmed up.
Sakura smiled. “You’re not old Sensei.” She said in a soft voice. “You don’t look a day older than the first day I met you.”
“How would you know that? You’ve never seen my face.”
Sakura huffed and bopped him on the shoulder. “Learn to take a complement.”
By this point the sky was completely black, as the two ninja made their way back to the main street. It was too dark and too cold to stay out on the field. “So what are you doing for the New Year?” Kakashi asked, making small talk.
“Probably working. I’m going back to my apartment to take a hot shower and relax until they call me. They always do on crazy holiday nights.” She said with a bit of a frown. Kakashi knew she loved her job, but he could tell she was a bit worn out from it. Turning up to look at him she asked. “You?”
He really hadn’t thought of it until now. “Probably do the same. Maybe get some reading in.” He said knowing full well he had forgotten his book at the hospital.
“Another Icha Icha?”
“Of course.”
Sakura shivered when a brisk breeze blew through the streets. “I’m going to head home, I’m freezing. Thank you again for helping me with my Jutsu, Sensei.”
“Anytime.” He said, smiling through his mask. Despite the soaking and beating it was nice spending some sparing time with a former…current student. However, he was definitely going to wait until warmer weather before he helped her practice again. “Try not to work too hard tonight.” He said and turned toward his own apartment and she did the same.
Sakura reached her apartment first and made a B-line toward the shower. Turning on the hot water she let the bathroom steam up while she discarded her training gear in the hamper. Shivering from the sudden contact of bare skin to steamy warmth, she hoped that Kakashi sensei was warming up as well.
He was not.
Before heading back to his apartment Kakashi swung by a pharmacy to pick up some aspirin. Under his Hitai-ate and mask he could feel his cheek getting puffy and he knew that once he defrosted that he would need the pain killers.
Now he regretted not taking some from the nurse and at least stashing them for just such a case. That and leaving his book on the end table.
Finding the aspirin he turned to the magazine rack and perused the mature section on the top shelf. Maybe after his shower he would scratch that itch that had been nagging at him since Christmas.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Elsewhere in Konoha, an orange clad ninja sat at his favorite place to eat. Ichiraku was packed tonight. Most people were crowded around the bar taking orders to go and the old man was cranking out ramen as his daughter packed it to order. Naruto occupied the corner stool as he polished off his second bowl of the night.
His thoughts had been complicated since he last saw Sasuke.
Nothing could change how he felt about his teammate. The question was whether he was going to act on it and if he did, what would people think.
Sasuke didn’t seem to mind. If anything he seemed much more knowledgeable about the subject than Naruto would have ever expected. Did that mean that Sasuke had acted on them before? He hid it well considering most of the ladies in the village were still after him despite going rogue. Naruto wondered how long he could hide it if even Sai had read him so easily.
Looking down the busy street he observed the crowd celebrating the New Year. Some were drunk already, swaggering from stall to stall. Others were more coherent and celebrated with good food and company. Out of the corner of his eye, he observed a couple tucked behind a large cedar tree. They were pressed against one another, lips locked as they kissed passionately. They looked very happy.
Naruto made up his mind, he was not spending this holiday alone. Finishing his broth he left his pay and took off down the busy street towards the Uchiha complex.
However, the roads were crowded and it was difficult to get a decent speed without running into people. Concentrating the charka to his legs, Naruto leapt into the nearest large tree and continued his travel by tree branch.
In his hurry he didn’t notice a rather old branch crack under his weight. Naruto was several trees away when the branch gave way and fell to the power lines below.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
His soaked clothes already in the corner of his bathroom, Kakashi pulled his mask off and inspected his face in the mirror. His cheek bone was already starting to purple atop the obvious swelling. Sighing, he took two pills and swallowed them without water before pulling the shower curtain back.
The entire apartment went pitch black.
Turning to the light switch he flipped it up and down. Nothing. He went back to the faucet and turned it making a dribble of water leave the tap before stopping entirely.
Trouble always sired three children. The first was forgetting his book, the second was getting soaked, so this must be the third.
Not tempting fate again, Kakashi felt his way back to his bedroom and found some flannel pants and an old, worn sweatshirt. With the electricity out his space heater was a paper weight, as was his coffee maker and oven.
He silently kicked himself for not getting an apartment with a fireplace.
Knowing it would be a long, and very cold night Kakashi felt for a scroll on his end table and bit his thumb, letting a trickle of blood smear across the paper.
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An hour later Sakura exited the bathroom. Her shower turned into a bath and she decided to soak for a while. It gave her time to think about the past week.
Sakura had been concerned about how flirtatious Kakashi had been this past week. Mostly because she liked it. It wasn’t often that guys flirted so openly with her. If they didn’t know here they were just interested in her for sex, but if they did know here they were usually intimidated. Being the Hokage’s protégé didn’t help.
Kakashi probably knew her better than most men in the village, and yet the only thing that made him hesitate was the fact that she was his student. Not the fact that she could probably put him through the wall if he pissed her off.
She may have been heavily tipsy during there time in the closet, but she remembered the way he felt when he kissed her, his lips on her neck, his own enjoyment obvious as he ground against her.
Sakura suddenly wondered whether it was the hot bath or her thoughts that was making here cheeks warm.
The sparing match today confused her. Just last night he was boldly flirting with her as she mended his wounds and massaged his back even offering to return the favor. Before Christmas he had never touched her other than changing her stance or hand signs when she was off during practice. Thinking of him giving her a back rub made him seem like a different person.
But today he was her old Kakashi Sensei again, helping her practice her new Jutsu. He didn’t say anything remotely flirtatious. Was he aware of what he said in the hospital? Was he only interested in her when he was either drunk or low on blood?
And people say that women are the complicated ones.
Looking out her apartment window she browsed the city aimlessly wondering what everyone else was doing tonight. Sasuke was probably spending the night alone, Naruto was undoubtedly eating ramen at his favorite spot, Sai most likely working on some art or reading etiquette books, and she was sure Kakashi was home reading some well loved Icha Icha novel.
A crease formed in her brow when she looked across the Konoha skyline. A good portion of the South district was pitch black. That’s where Kakashi lived.
Before she knew what she was doing she was already putting on a pair of jeans, wool socks, and winter coat. Knowing her Sensei he would be too proud to ask for help even if he was freezing to death. Which he just might be.
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Sasuke wasn’t quite asleep when a knock on the door stirred him from his doze. Looking at the clock on his end table it shone 10:09PM in red. Hopping out of bed he threw a pair of black pajama pants on and approached the door. It wasn’t until he felt a unique charka signature that he woke up fully. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he reached for the doorknob.
Naruto stood on his doorstep, snow dusting his hair, his eyes averted to the ground.
Sasuke waited a moment before speaking. “Can I do something for you, Dead-Last?”
Taking a moment to gather his resolve, the blonde finally looked up and blurted out. “Me.”
The smirk that was only tugging earlier spread across Sasuke’s face as he reached through the doorway, grabbed the kyuubi container by the collar and dragged him into the foyer.
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Don’t worry! The next chapter is coming soon, I promise. It is in my brain as I speak, I just need to get it on the computer. Smut in next chapter! I promise!