PWND

Chapter dedicated to Feion_Phylar...



I own nothing, as usual, and this is the last chapter of this kind for this story. there will be a wrap up coming, though, to offically create an end. It will be rated for explicit smexiness though. You've been forewarned.





On to the Chapter!!











“Kakashi-sensei!!!” The masked ninja paused, sighing. He wasn’t quite in the mood anymore to deal with Naruto’s over- exuberance. He was tired, and sore, and wanted to go home and relax. Plus, he kind of had a curfew tonight...



“Kakashi- sensei!” The blond came bouncing around the corner and screeched to a halt, grinning. “Hey, Sakura and I are going out for dinner with some of the others. Want to come?” Those big blue eyes were shining in ways that made the older nin think about the enthusiasm of this particular youth, even as a slight itch made itself known under his mask. He couldn’t properly scratch it while Naruto stood here. And he really, really needed to go home. “Sorry, Naruto. Another time, okay?” He left Naruto standing in the street, ‘porting home. If he finished walking, he’d be late.



A note sat on his table when he arrived, and he immediately recognized the handwriting. With careful fingers he smoothed it open and read. A groan escaped his mask as the written words sunk home, and with much tenderness, he peeled off his mask, following it quickly with his gloves and usual mission wear.





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Cheers and laughs rang through the little restaurant. Naruto sat amongst his friends, happy and content for the moment, until a shadow fell across his plate. His attention came up, and at his stunned silence everyone else followed.



“Yo.”



Multiple pairs of eyes greedily stared at the Copy-nin, words unable to express the shock at what they saw. Even Naruto was strangely silent, reddish-blue eyes sweeping over his ex-sensei but halting continually at the man’s face. For the first time that anyone at the table could ever remember, he wasn’t wearing his mask.





The world had apparently stopped on itself.

Fallen over.

And come crumbling and rending apart at the seams.





Kakashi Hatake was without his mask. And in completely civilian clothing- what little clothing he was wearing. He was even without his headband, instead just keeping his one eye closed securely.





All the crazy theories Team Seven had come up with during their genin days were officially put to rest. Along with any other theories that he lived only for his work. Sculpted leather pants hugged him from just above his ankles to low on his hips, accenting the tightly corded legs his profession had given him. Wristbands of the same metallic midnight blue leather encircled his wrists, and an almost delicate silver chain wound up his neck. Three loops curved up his throat and led the way to the uncovered lips and chin. His lips were plump but not obviously thick, pale pink, and his lower jaw up to the edge where his mask would be was a few shades paler than the rest of his skin, but not years worth of pale. There weren’t any obvious scars or ‘deformities’ - like buck teeth, as his students had one time claimed.



In fact, he was rather handsome- and the outfit made him hot. Even Sakura could feel herself getting slightly damp at the vision before her, reminding herself he was an ex-teacher, and way too old for her. Anko, though, had no such qualms, and she proceeded to try to pounce the man before them all. He merely sidestepped the slightly blurred movement as she tried to grab at him, and brought an elbow down into her ribs.



“Do. Not. Touch.” His voice had gone icy-cold, and when she met his eyes she flinched. Meeting the mismatched orbs had brought chills upon her and she knew the deadly seriousness of his words. So instead she squirmed away, retreating to her chair and cradling her chest a little.



“Eh, Kakashi-sensei?” Sakura’s soft voice brought his attention away from the pouting kunoichi. “Is that a thing on your… choker, a dog tag??” The older ninja just shrugged and smiled slightly.



“It is a mark of ownership, whatever other term you call it by. So I suppose, yes, it is like a dog’s ID tag.”







Ok, the world was no longer crumbling, it was non-existent to the known reality and everyone was going insane.







Another few moments of stunned silence – a continuing record for Naruto, who always had something to say. Finally he too managed to shut his mouth after gaping for so long. “Are you happy?” The blonde’s voice was low, and the words uncommon, but everyone could see where the question came from. Kakashi merely smiled and nodded.



“I need to leave and meet her, but I was ordered to come past here first.”



Several chuckles came from the group. “Go, Kakashi-sensei! You’ll be late!!” Sakura nearly shouted. She didn’t know for sure, after all, but she knew if he didn’t go, someone was going to get bold like Anko did or say something raunchy.



“So Kakashi, who’s the lucky bitch?”



Yup. Someone had to open their mouth just a little too wide.... And found the heavier, older fist wrapped around their throat. This time a minute growl rumbled from Kakashi’s throat.



“Never, ever, let me catch you calling her that again. Feion-sama is a bitch for no man or woman, and unlike some people, she is one hell of a woman.”



Abruptly he dropped the shaken ninja and poofed away, leaving some shell-shocked people behind. Then someone murmured finally, “Who the heck is Feion?”



The table shrugged, but no one said anything. It was quite plain that Kakashi liked where he was at, and devout to this female. And for now, that was enough.









It didn’t help the wet dreams that surfaced over the next several weeks from the sight of his body and face revealed in such ways.... But then, there was nothing they could do anyway.





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A/N: To anyone that's reviewed other than the ones this story was created for, thank you and please keep up the support. it's well appreciated. the rest of you wenches (you know who you are) keep an eye out for the next chapter.....