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Shotaiken	By : mischiefmaker Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1227 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: This is
the first installment in a demented little team 7 universe
my brain is creating, but this is not a team 7 fic.
Go figure.
Warnings: Nothing graphic in this
chapter, but later on this fic is going to contain
explicit sex between Kakashi and a 15/16ish Sakura. Don�t read if it's not your thing.
Spoilers: through chapter 247
Disclaimer: Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto, not me. ;__;

Shotaiken
Chapter 1: And It All Comes Crashing
Down

Her feet moved on their own accord
down the dirt road away from Hokage tower. She� hell,
she wasn�t sure WHAT she felt at that moment. There were too many emotions
swirling around inside her. Anger, disillusion, fear even. But mostly, there
was disbelief.

Prince Charming on a white horse, the
perfect man, the perfect romance. It was all a bunch of crap, nothing
more than wild stories to entertain children and shelter them from the harsh
reality of life.

Sakura wasn�t a child anymore, and she had stopped believing
in fairy tales the day she told Sasuke she loved him and he�d left her
unconscious on a bench. Love certainly didn�t conquer all, and it was
ridiculous to think it could live up to such expectations.

Why did they even bother telling fairy tales in a hidden
shinobi village in the first place? One could easily argue that shinobi never
really were children after all. They certainly didn�t stay that way for long. Innocence
was an endangered commodity amongst even the young ninja.

All things considered, though, Sakura had still clung to the
belief that one particular aspect of her innocence would be exempt from the
village�s servitude. Sure, she knew eventually�. But they were vague references
at best, and she�d assumed that she�d be jounin
before ever having to worry about it. Or at least older.

But then again, how often did mission rank suddenly change
due to unexpected circumstances?

She eyed the scroll in her hand warily before stuffing it
into her rump sack. The mere sight of it was enough to make her stomach churn
and her head swim.

Why hadn�t someone warned her?

As she brushed her displaced hair out of her eyes, the sign for
the pub across the street caught her attention. She considered it briefly
before deciding it was just what she needed at that moment, and bartender be
damned if he wanted to fuss about her age!

She entered the dimly lit establishment and immediately took
a seat at the bar as she tried to ignore the stale air tinged with cigarette
smoke. The bartender gave her a questioning look until he noticed the leaf
headband holding her hair back and nodded. It was one of the unspoken
agreements within the village that shinobi did not follow the usual laws
regarding age limits. So long as they appeared adult enough, most places looked
the other way.

�What�ll you have?�

�I don�t care as long as it�s strong,� she replied, trying
to sound like this wasn�t her first time ordering a drink as she laid a few
bills on the bar. He only raised an eyebrow as he poured her a shot of
something transparent. She quickly tossed it back and nearly choked when it
felt as if the alcohol were burning completely through her esophagus. After a
brief moment or two of fighting the urge to cough with every ounce of strength
in her body, she nodded and rasped, �Another please.� He
shook his head, whether in disbelief or amusement she wasn�t sure, but complied
before tending to other customers and leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Sakura quickly consumed that one as well, hoping it would
take effect soon. She sat there staring at the empty glass in her hand as the effort
to keep her worries at bay failed. She really wanted to scream and punch
something. Repeatedly.

Why hadn�t someone
told her?

No one ever told her what it really meant to be a kunoichi.
Not before she joined the academy. Not in any
of the classes there. Not even after graduating from the academy. Not once had
anyone told her the extent to which she might be a tool for the village.

And they all knew. Her parents, her instructors, every
little person along the way who helped guide her on her path to becoming a
ninja.

Not one of them told her she�d be in this situation, except Hokage-sama.
Tsunade never was one to sugar coat things and for that at least she was grateful.
While everyone else pretended there wasn�t even an issue to deal with, her
mentor laid it all out there for her.

This morning she�d told her, �Interrogation is not the only
way to get information from someone nor is it always the best method to use. This
is part of it. Comes with the territory. You may or
may not ever find yourself in a position where you might need to, but it would
be in your best interest to be prepared for the possibility. All ninja should know how to use every
tool at their disposal, and this is no different. It just happens to be an area
where women have an advantage.�

Sakura had stood in front of the hokage�s
desk and just nodded mutely as she tried to not look utterly horrified.

�I�m telling you this now, because as a chuunin you�ll be
taking C and B rank missions. But you know as well as I do that mission rank is
not absolute. The possibility is there, and I don�t want you to be caught
unprepared.�

Sakura had nodded again, remembering team seven�s first
mission outside Konoha and how ugly it had gotten. The expression on the older
woman�s face turned to one of concern.

�I also know how sentimental you tend to be.� The statement
hung in the air, implying so much more. It was as much of an �I understand� as
Sakura was going to get.

And the blond really did understand. She had been through it
herself after all, but that didn�t change the reality of things. As Hokage, her responsibility first and foremost was the
protection of the village by any means necessary as it was for all shinobi of
Konoha.

A sad little smile graced Tsunade�s
lips as she had then dug a scroll out of her desk and handed it to her prot�g�.

�Contained within this scroll is the absolute minimum you need to know about the
subject. I expect you to learn it, know it, and preferably practice it. The key
is being comfortable enough with yourself and the subject so that if you ever find yourself in that
situation, you can use it to your advantage.

�Now obviously, I can�t make you do this, but I do recommend
it. Just find someone you trust to help you. It may not matter much at the
moment, but if they should return, I�d strongly discourage using any of your
teammates. Emotions tend to run too high, and I�ve seen it get ugly a few too
many times to condone it. The same thing goes for team leaders. But a boyfriend, a friend� Hell, you can pick up someone
from the pub even. That would actually be more like anything you�d run into
while on a mission, but if you�d rather ease into it, just find someone you�re
comfortable with and go from there.

�Also included in the scroll is a jutsu you need to make
sure you use beforehand. All the details are in there. Any
questions?�

Tsunade watched the blank face in front of her expectantly. �No?�
she asked when there was no response. �Okay then. You�re dismissed.�

Sakura sighed as she absent-mindedly toyed with the empty
glass in her hands.

Why hadn�t someone warned her of this beforehand? Any childish romantic notions she�d been clinging to had just flown out the window with that one meeting. How
could she have been so na�ve? And what the hell was she supposed to do now?

Sakura promptly ordered another drink.

A group of men at a nearby table were being overly loud in
their appreciation of the newest patron�s legs, and it was disturbing the
copy-ninja�s post-mission wind down. So naturally, Kakashi peeked around his
book to see for himself. They were nice legs, he begrudgingly admitted. The
problem, though, was to whom they belonged.

�What�s she doing here?� he wondered, seeing his underage
ex-student sitting at the bar. He�d never seen her in this or any of the other
pubs in the village. In fact, he hadn�t seen her much at all since team seven
had disbanded and the members moved on to new mentors. Since then, he had been
spending most of his time on missions. Teaching another team of genin, however
unlikely it may be, wasn�t something he was quite ready to deal with just yet.

Kakashi, unsure of how many she�d already had before he
noticed her, watched as Sakura downed what he had counted as her fourth shot
and ordered another one. It wasn�t long before she was slumping against the bar.

He sighed. Apparently, she had no plans for stopping anytime
soon, and the attention from the neighboring table had yet to cease. Stuffing
the latest volume of Icha Icha
Violence in his pouch, he wandered over to the bar and took the stool next to
hers.

�Funny, I never would�ve pegged you for a drinker. Is
Tsunade-sama rubbing off on you?� he asked, his
exposed eye curved in a smile, and laughed when her head snapped toward him in
surprise.

�Kakashi-sensei!� She smiled
genuinely when she saw him. Even her current mood couldn�t sway the happiness
at seeing one of the familiar faces she�d been missing over the past two years.
It took a moment, but when her inebriated brain finally caught up to his
comment, the smile faded a bit. �Uh, I�m not.�

�Bad news then?� She nodded but
didn�t elaborate, and Kakashi appraised her level of sobriety, or lack thereof
as it was. Her eyes were glassy, her eyelids were drooping, and her face was
slightly flushed. Yes, she was definitely drunk. �Well, I�m sure whatever it
is, you�d be better able to deal with it if you could still remember your own
name.�

She gave him a sad, drunken, and slightly sheepish grin at the
reprimand before her thoughts drifted back to the �what� she�d been trying not
to deal with.

�How come no one told me? Why didn�t you tell me?� Sakura demanded in a somewhat annoyed tone.

He blinked in confusion. �Tell you what?�

�What is expected of upper level kunoichi.�
When he continued to just stare at her blankly, she pulled the scroll out of
her bag and set it on the bar in front of him. He continued to watch her a
moment before he picked it up and opened it.

�Ah,� he nodded as understanding hit him. Sakura snorted.

�I understand that we�re all just tools of the village.
Believe me, I GET it. But when
someone advises you to lose your virginity now rather than risk losing it to a
mission, I just�. And I see her logic. I do. But damn. It�s a lot to swallow,
you know?�

Kakashi only nodded, vaguely wishing he�d just stayed at his
table. He didn�t want to deal with this right now, damn it. He just got back in
Konoha and had a lovely day planned none of which included comforting upset
teenage girls. Besides, he, Hatake Kakashi, the village pervert, was probably
the last person qualified to comfort
her on this particular subject. He quickly finished the rest of his drink. He
was going to need it.

�She told me to find someone I trust and�. But it shouldn�t
be a teammate, because it could make things weird. And shit, I don�t even know why I�m telling you all this. I must be drunk!� She pinched the bridge
of her nose before turning and giving him an apologetic look.

�It�s okay. I�m a little drunk myself,� he replied with a
smile that made her relax just a bit. She wasn�t sure if she believed him, but
it really didn�t matter, she supposed. At least he was there, listening to her
whining and not making her feel like a big, dumb baby for being upset over the
ordeal.

�I know it�s silly, but I had always hoped it would be with
Sasuke-kun in some wildly romantic setting, and everything would be perfect.�

The expression in his eye was one of concern as he replied
in that all-knowing way of his, �Sakura, nothing in life is perfect.�

�Yeah, I know,� she sighed. �Still, I can�t see myself just
picking up some random person.� She shook her head. �Tsunade-sama said it would be easier if I found someone I trusted,
but honestly, the only people I trust enough to even consider are ones I shouldn�t do something like that with or ones
who probably wouldn�t want to anyway.�

�Sasuke and Naruto,� he nodded knowingly.

�And you,� she mumbled almost too quietly for him to hear. She
didn�t even realize she�d said it out loud until she glanced at him out of the
corner of her eye and had to do a double take at the openly gawking man next to
her. �Shit,� she grumbled and beat her head lightly against the bar a couple of
times.

Now would be an excellent time to die of an aneurism, she
decided. Or be struck by lightning. Or spontaneously combust.
All were acceptable choices really.

Kakashi was beyond surprised. Him?
She�d really considered him? He had to admit, it was oddly flattering, but the
fact that she was almost half his age quickly dispelled that thought. Crap,
what was he supposed to say to that?
He absently ran his hand through his hair.

�Sakura�� he began, but she waved him off before he could
finish.

�It�s okay, you don�t have to say
it. I know. All I meant was that I trust you. I�m comfortable around you. Heh, obviously,�
she snorted, �since I�ve just told you more humiliating things in the past five
minutes than I think I�ve told anyone else in my entire life. I know you
wouldn�t�. Eh, nevermind. Bartender, can I get one
more?�

She immediately downed the shot placed in front of her and
grimaced. �What would you do if you were me? Because I�m so
lost right now. My only choices are so far off limits, and crap! I just� I just don�t know.�

Her hand trembled slightly as she rolled the empty glass in
front of her, and Kakashi was extremely grateful she stopped her rant when she
did. He didn�t think he could deal with a sobbing,
drunk, underage ex-student who apparently found him suitable to deflower her.
The rest was clearly enough by itself.

�You don�t have
to, you know? The chances of it happening on a mission really are slim.�

�I know, but slim or not, I refuse to risk having my first
time be with some dirty stranger I was sent to squeeze information from!� The
look in her eyes told him how serious she was.

�Well, there are plenty of boys in the village. You
shouldn�t have any trouble finding someone.�

�Yeah.� Sakura cringed, growing
weary of having this particular conversation with him even in her less than
sober state. But then an idea hit her that she hadn�t considered before,
causing her to completely forget any discomfort she felt with the subject
matter. The acquisition of information was much more important. �Hey! If the other
purpose of this is to learn how to seduce people, would it even be worthwhile
to fumble through it with someone just as clueless as I am?�

�Ah, but the fun is in the practice,� he replied, earning an
embarrassed laugh and a blush from his pink-haired companion. �This scroll is
rather detailed anyway. It should give you plenty of ideas,� Kakashi added as
he closed the scroll and set it back on the bar.

She groaned as she rested her forehead on the cool, wooden
surface in front of her. �What am I going to do?� The question was more
directed at herself than anything, but Kakashi
answered anyway.

�Well, first things first, how about I
walk you home? If you don�t normally drink, then it won�t take too many
of these to make you sick.� He held up one of her empty shot glasses and shook
it faintly. �And you�re going to be humiliated enough once you sober up without
the addition of you puking everywhere,� he wanted to add but didn�t. She nodded
and, grabbing the scroll, slid off the barstool less than gracefully.

Her body was angled weird, and her feet slid out from
underneath her as soon as they hit the floor. Luckily, Kakashi caught her elbow
and managed to keep her from landing flat on her ass. Reflexively, her hands
latched onto anything they could reach which happened to be his green vest.

�Thanks,� Sakura groaned in embarrassment as she got her
feet back under her.

�Let�s just get you home.�

She nodded and allowed him to lead her to the door. Kakashi
was thankful she did not hear the drunken complaints from the table of men who
were clearly misinterpreting the situation.

Once outside, Sakura took a deep breath of smoke-free air
and sighed. How people could stand that all the time was beyond her. Kakashi
still had one hand on her back and the other holding her elbow as they began
their journey down the street.

�I�m not that
drunk, you know.� She smiled up at him as he relinquished his hold on her arm
and slid his hands into his pockets.

�Ah, sorry.�

With that, their walk slipped into a comfortable silence
with the exception of the slight dragging of her feet. She was too engrossed in
her own thoughts to even notice when they finally stopped in front of her
house.

�We�re here,� Kakashi said, startling her out of her
introspection.

�Oh. Thanks. I�m sure you have better things to be doing
than putting up with me and my fit of drama.� She suddenly felt bad for putting
him out even though she was extremely grateful to have someone to talk to. He
shrugged.

�It�s nothing. You should take something now to help with
the headache you�re probably going to have in a little bit,� he replied with a
smile. She nodded.

�Okay. Thanks again, sensei.� Sakura watched as he pulled
out his dirty book and began walking back in the direction they�d come from.

�See you around, Sakura.� He waved as he found the page he
was looking for.

The pink-haired teen sighed and went in the house. For once
she was thankful her parents had taken a vacation for a few days without her. She wasn�t
really in the mood for answering questions as to what was wrong and why she was
drunk. Although Inner Sakura was just itching to tell them in very vivid words how their lack of disclosure was
affecting her.

After depositing her sandals at the door, she dragged her lethargic body into the bathroom where she located
the aspirin. Cupping faucet water with her hand, she took three of the small
pills and splashed her face with water.

�What a shitty day,� she mumbled as she shook her head. �I
don�t even know why I�m surprised. We�re paid to weed, protect, and assassinate.
Why not whoring as well?� she snorted in disgust as she grabbed the towel off
the rack and dried her face.

Sakura glanced through the doorway of her room. Her futon
was calling her. The whole ordeal had worn on her nerves so badly. All she
wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep. She pulled off her shin guards and
collapsed on her bed.

Instead of sleep, though, she did what any girl would do
when confronted with the unexpected dissolution of her childhood. She cried.

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