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Crossing Rubicon's	By : Saphri Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1427 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Treading Familiar Waters.
Moments after closing the glass door behind her (seeming she feared he would try to escape at some point) Rin clasped Kakashi's hand in hers and continued to lead him into the lounge with a hopeful smile lighting up her eyes.
She still wore the same clothes she had been out to the lake in and she smelled a little earthy with a hint of strawberry bubblegum. It was a pleasant smell nonetheless despite the two being mingled together. He would give anything in the world right at this moment to sink into her and taste the sweetness she oozed. Rin always smelled delicious and oddly edible.
"So, what made you change your mind?" she sighed wistfully just as they both stepped in front of the large sofa in the centre of the room.
He noticed that she was still holding tightly to his hand which distracted him from her question if only for a split second.
Kakashi glanced down at their intertwined digits and stroked a thumb over the soft skin of her knuckles. For a woman that dealt mainly in hand to hand combat there was barely even a scar on her.
He still found it hard to believe that someone as delicate as Rin was just as good with her fists as Sakura. She was so dainty and so powerful at the same time it warped his perception of her, but in a good way at least.
Eventually he shrugged at her, not really certain how he should answer her question.
If he was totally honest with himself, he didn't really know.
It didn't seem right that he was there just for sex even though her coffee invite had been entirely for that reason. It made him feel he was using her, like a one night stand; something that she was most certainly not.
Maybe it was because he wished they had walked from the lake slower. Maybe it was because he couldn't think about anything other than what could happen if he had accepted the invite to begin with. Or perhaps because he knew he wanted her and she all but confirmed that she now wanted him that was pushing him closer to the edge. Maybe it was all of those things... He didn't know and he felt a bit stupid for not knowing.
Rin didn't seem to mind however as she uttered a small giggle and released his hand before backing towards the kitchen.
"I'll go … make us a drink," she stuttered coyly pirouetting towards the doorway and all but skipped through the threshold of the little room.
Her shyness seemed so strange to Kakashi. He couldn't really recall the last time she had directed such strange behaviour at him other than her bashfulness outside not so long ago. It had been a very long time ago anyway. She had always been shy but the manner had eased around him over time. Right now she seemed to be back at square one. It was enjoyable to watch though, so he had no intentions of pulling her up on it.
He followed her into the kitchen and watched with a keen interest how she pottered around the small area. She was so organised and everything within the little room had a place to live. He smiled at the simplicity that made this one tiny space so pretty.
Kakashi marvelled at how the artificial lights that rested outside her apartment caused the work surfaces to shine brilliantly through frosted glass. It was nice to see someone with such a hectic working pattern was so house-proud.
"I like your apartment, Rin," he found himself saying somewhat unconsciously allowing his eye to rove lazily around the borders of the room.
Rin turned her head slightly towards him, though not all the way, before she focused herself on the kettle on the work top.
"You've seen it before..." she remarked flatly.
Indeed he had, but had the circumstances been a little different from the last time he had visited he probably would have took more notice of his surroundings.
It was totally different to his abode; it was far bigger for one thing. The space suited her, it was expansive yet simple. He could actually see himself calling this place a home from home at some point.
The thought irked him a little. It forced him to realise just how deep he actually was with this woman. He had found himself being pulled towards her ever since he saw her on his doorstep... yet he found he liked it. He liked it a lot. She had a hold over him and he was quite content with letting her keep it.
He turned his attention back to the pretty medic who was now battling with the kettle while she still held possessively to the small white mug in her hand.
Rin seemed on edge, not an unusual trait for her but one that Kakashi had once secretly hoped that she had grown out of. He was actually pleased that she hadn't. Her shift in temperament would make this exchange very interesting indeed. Kakashi liked a challenge.
The copy nin chuckled under his breath as he motioned towards the worktop that Rin found so fascinating. He saw her entire body grow rigid as she felt him approach and he caught a strong whiff of something hot and musky.
The smell was glorious, heavy but sweet and totally unique - unique to her. Kakashi recognised the scent instantly despite it being completely new to his senses. It made him want to touch her, want to take her against the work surface there and then.
Luckily for him he had the strength to keep it at bay at the risk of her slapping the snot out of him (he didn't think she would but women were strange creatures when it came to mating habits) but he allowed the knot of pleasure to unravel in the pit of his stomach.
Folding his arms across the worktop, Kakashi perched himself against the hard surface while he studied the pretty brunette busying herself pointlessly with the kettle.
She was fumbling around with the appliance in an attempt to avoid looking at him as a flush was beginning to make itself known across the bridge of her nose. It was more than clear to see that she was still afraid of the unknown, still afraid of situations she feared she couldn't control. It was one of her only downfalls, but one that he knew he could forgive her for.
She honed a skill for thinking on her feet when the moment called for it, but he quite liked her uncertainty. It made her seem a little vulnerable and in need of guidance, something he would be more than willing to offer her.
She seemed unaware that she had more control over this particular situation than she cared to give herself credit for. And yet knowing her like he did, Kakashi knew she wanted something to happen, wanted it badly, she was just terribly clueless on how to make it happen. Hence her sudden reluctance for contact. The more she distanced herself, the more of a stronghold she felt she had.
He'd had his suspicions for a while now but he had often wondered if she had ever held down a relationship before him, or if she had even made love to another man. The thought didn't bother him as much as he thought it would. Everybody had a past of some description, hell, he knew he did. But due to her lack of tact during their heated exchange a few days prior, it had caused him to think of how inexperienced she seemed to him.
He felt he could see the cogs turning in her head as she tried to understand the situation. Weighing it all up in her mind, forcing it to make some kind of sense. She was a woman after his own heart, they had more in common than he had first cared to realise. He had done the exact same thing within the first days of her return. He was long past that point, had been for a while.
He quite liked the thought of teaching her a thing or two, especially in the bedroom. He'd never dated a virgin before so it would be an experience for both of them. A win-win situation if you will.
"So, why did you spill your drink earlier?" he mused eventually as he planted his face into the palm of his hand. He felt that a little light conversation to kick start the atmosphere they had created earlier would do the trick. That and it was more the obvious that Rin had no intentions of talking, not yet anyway.
He watched Rin freeze, every single muscle in her arms contracted to force her into the abrupt stop. She just stood there staring wide eyed into the metal of the sink still gripping harshly at her little white mug. She looked quite comical and Kakashi had to fight the urge to utter the giggle that was bouncing around at the base of his throat.
The question had hit a nerve and it only served to cause a pleasurable heat to swirl lower in Kakashi's stomach. It seemed that she didn't really want him to know what she'd been thinking at the time she had let her coffee mess up her neighbour's balcony area. More than likely she was fantasising about him, he was more than sure of that.
"Why do you want to know that?" she asked softly. Her voice quivered a little as she spoke. She was nervous and it made her just that little bit more adorable.
Kakashi adjusted himself on the worktop, turning to face it and pressing his chest into the hard ridge with a small sigh.
"I'm just interested. You were in a world of your own," he replied.
Rin briskly returned to her pointless task with the kettle, opening the lid and filling it up via the metallic faucet.
"I was just thinking, that's all."
"About me?"
She paused again, but this time a small knowing smile penetrated her features as the flush on her cheeks began to glow through her skin. He had an inkling that the expression was unintentional by the way her mouth hitched upwards sporadically.
That look said it all; he didn't need her to answer. She had been fantasising about him not that he really needed a confession from Rin to prove that. She still felt the need to explain herself anyway.
"Well, you're a good kisser so I guess it's only natural... right?" she murmured.
"You think so?" He asked with far more curiosity than he had originally intended. He really wanted to know however, if that was what she really thought. He didn't usually care what other people thought of him, but he certainly cared a great deal about what Rin thought.
He didn't get the exact response he had been hoping for; instead Rin merely blushed and shrugged her shoulders as she set the kettle back into its holder.
Kakashi knew at that point he wouldn't be getting any further with her by simply talking...
He reached towards her and clasped the mug she was holding so viciously by the rim. Her grip on the porcelain container tightened a little as he gently pulled it from her fingers and placed it gently on the work surface. Needless to say that he was no longer in the mood for coffee.
She swallowed audibly as she turned her head towards him and eyed him over with dark curious eyes.
The copy nin pushed himself up from the work top and shifted closer to her carefully smoothing a hand over the round of her hip. He pressed his fingers into the supple flesh as he pushed at her a little coaxing her to turn away from the work top.
Rin gasped at the sudden contact while she looked down at his offending hand that was now gently turning her around.
She glanced up at him, her gaze flitting around his face in what seemed to be mild panic as he all but forced her to step against the hard ridge of the work top. The smile on his face not budging an inch as he did so.
"I think I need a second opinion," he hummed hooking a finger under her chin and relishing in the way her eyes sparkled with a worried anticipation only she could create. She was amazing...

What the hell was he doing, forcing her up against the side like this? Not that Rin had the power within herself to stop him in the first place... not that she wanted to stop him.
The sensation of his hand on her hip was enough to turn her legs to jelly but the main problem lay with her own inexperience in such a predicament.
What the hell was she supposed to do now?
It was more than obvious why he had changed his mind about her so called coffee invite; he wanted sex... with her... now... right this minute... in her kitchen?
It wasn't that she had dreaded the moment, she wanted it probably more than he did, but it wasn't something one could sit and plan out in one's head. She hated that, hated being out of control, hated not knowing what the frick she was supposed to do next. She should have thought this far ahead before inviting him up here in the first place. She knew this was going to happen, she just knew it.
She could feel the fright building in her chest, her heart hammering against her ribs so hard she could feel it throbbing in her temples. It was almost painful.
She wasn't sure if Kakashi was aware that she was actually a virgin. At the age of twenty eight she found this fact to be a little more than humiliating and the last thing she wanted to do was tell Kakashi about it. He would most definitely laugh in her face.
Most, if not all, Jounin had to undergo a ritual of losing one's innocence if they hadn't done already before being graced with rank. Most kunoichi had lost theirs by the time they hit seventeen. But Rin was given the rank when out on her mission in Lightening purely so she could command a team beneath herself. No such ritual was ever spoken of and she hadn't given it much thought thereafter.
She had managed to hold on to her virginity, not because it meant anything special to her, but merely because she hadn't felt enough of a connection with a man to want to have sex with them.
It was an embarrassing fact she had hoped to conceal but she was failing so hard at keeping her nerves under control. Kakashi had to have noticed, he had to...
Rin wasn't stupid enough not to know how sex worked; she was a highly trained medical ninja after all:
He puts the penis in, he takes the penis out, in-out, in-out, shake it all about.
She knew enough about female and male anatomy to give a lecture to children about the guidelines of safe sex. She also knew the experience was supposed to be enjoyable and she knew that it could be addictive to those in the wrong frame of mind. She was also aware that the first time was supposed to hurt like hell. That was something she was most certainly not looking forward to.
It was everything else in-between that fuddled her brain to the point where she felt quite crazy; foreplay to be precise.
Rin was aware that it involved touches, kisses and... other stuff but she had no idea where she was supposed to start...
She had no idea what his actual kinks were (she was quite certain Kakashi had many) other than the scat he liked to read in those Icha Icha novels. She found herself praying to the Gods that he didn't make her act out any of the sordid scenes enclosed within the glossy pages.
As kinky and arousing as she had found them herself upon reading the material for the first time (she had tried to fight it, dear lord, did she try) she didn't believe she had the self confidence to ever carry something like that off and seem convincing.
But even so, she knew Kakashi like the back of her hand; his favourite food, his hobbies, the aspects of his job he found stimulating, his favourite colour, his peculiar habits especially while eating (he constantly sniffed everything before taking bites, it was quite cute).
But sexually... he seemed to know her body inside and out. He knew exactly where to touch her how to kiss her and now, stood here with her legs all but wrapped around his waist she felt she didn't know him at all. He may as well be a complete stranger. It was all getting quite distressing to say the very least.
Where does he like being touched?
Does he have a favoured position?
Is he dominant or does he prefer to be dominated?
Is it possible to really hurt him or herself during such an act?
The last question to herself frightened her more than anything. Taking physical motor functions and the constant friction caused by the act of love making, sex should technically be the most painful experience in the world and she had no idea where to start... with anything. This whole thing was completely lost on her and she had a horrible feeling that she was about to make herself look a total fool.
She just stood there as he got closer and closer, shivering in his grip, over analysing everything and worrying if the hard work surface was going to leave ugly grooves on her butt.
Eventually she moved her hands from the work top and slapped them on Kakashi's shoulders, pushing him back a little as she tried in vain to control her trembling body.
"What are you doing?" she rasped as the mere function of breathing seemed completely lost on her.
She saw the shadows of his mask twist into a sinful smirk and tilting his head to one side as if to say what do you think I'm doing? His dark eye roamed over her, the artificial light in the room shining from the odd fleck of hazel giving the illusion that it was burning... burning through her, melting her core, turning her body molten.
It was at that point that she felt herself give in to his silent demands almost as if she was now running on autopilot. Her entire body sizzled with an uncontrollable need she wasn't sure she understood.
Did she want to understand it? Was it worth trying to weigh up exactly what was happening or should she just let it happen? Did she really want to have sex with her closest friend?
Yes... yes she did. She wanted him to take her, to take her innocence, to make her his.
Suddenly he shifted himself against her forcing her further into the work top and nestled his face into the tangles of her long hair. She heard herself gasp when she felt the heat of his breaths blowing on her ear and flowing around her throat.
"Do I make you nervous, Rin?" he whispered.
Before she had the chance to answer he was already smoothing his hand from under her chin, stroking his calloused digits across her throat. He trailed his hand around the back of her neck leaving an electric charge of sensation in its wake before finding refuge in the soft hair growing at the base of her head.
He burned her, burned her skin to the point she feared she would spontaneously combust in his hands engulfing them both in an invisible flame she couldn't contain, didn't want to contain. She wanted him, badly, now.
He pulled her towards him and she could feel his concealed mouth pressing warm, gentle kisses just below her ear. The mask felt strange on her skin but she let it be. She could feel his heat surrounding her and that was all that mattered right now.
She felt her eyelids flutter exhaling a broken, shaky sigh as the warm sense of arousal pooled between her legs. She was still shaking, still pressing her hands against his shoulders, her hands clenching and relaxing each time she felt the subtle pressure of his mouth.
She wanted to tell him to stop despite the fact that she wanted him to carry on. She wanted him to move lower and to grind his hips against her so she could feel his own arousal pushing against her core. He felt so good, so good.
"N... no..." she breathed eventually, arching her neck to allow him better access.
It was a lie, he did make her nervous. The fact that he was touching her, kissing her made her nervous. But it felt good. The way his touch made her body come alive was something she never thought she could experience. Even recalling the kiss they shared on his sofa over a week ago, the pleasure she felt then was nothing compared to this, nothing.
"Good," he responded softly his masked lips ghosting over the contours of her neck before reaching her ear again.
"Tell me, Rin, do you like it when I touch you?" his voice was a heavy rasp against her neck, she could feel his teeth biting her skin through fabric, a barrier she was now tiring of but lacked the composure to remove.
As if to gain a response he moved the hand poised on her hip, dragging his fingernails upwards allowing his fingers to explore her waist. He traced them across her abdomen, the muscles twitching with the contact. The heat pooling between her legs was growing hotter, beginning to boil. He felt so good.
"Oh, yeah," she gasped arching her back into his touch allowing her arms that pushed him away to relax, drawing him in. She walked her fingers along his broad shoulders and snaked them into his hair. She pulled him closer while wrapping her legs around him tighter, desperate to feel him, to pleasure herself against him.
Kakashi ground himself against her, his hard member pushing against her sex with only the barrier of clothing to keep them from fully connecting as he continued to bite at her neck through cloth. She responded with a hard roll of her own hips allowing the choked groan of pleasure to rumble through her throat.
Rin tightened her grip on his hair at that point and wrenched his head away from her neck. She was no longer content with him hiding his mouth from her.
Dragging her hand across his face somewhat clumsily she clawed at the fabric on his face yanking the offending article downwards and crushing her mouth to his.
Teeth clashed, tongues twined together and hands dragged violently through hair, clothes, anything in their desperate, breathless need to reveal bare skin.
His hands clawed at her body stretching her shirt every which way as he seemed to fight for purchase. They snaked from her hips, over her stomach until they reached her breasts.
Kakashi slowed his pace suddenly as she felt his hands kneading at the soft mounds she hid under her shirt. He traced random circles over her nipples with his thumbs forcing them to react and pucker through the light pink cotton, even despite the support of her bra.
He broke the kiss pressing his forehead on hers to gaze down and admire her endowment with an impressed sigh. She pushed herself into his hands her shallow breaths becoming faster and more laboured which forced her bosom further forward still. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to turn her on. He was amazing...
Shifting his heavy eye to hers he squeezed her breasts together while emitting a low guttural groan, moving closer to kiss her again.
"Your tits are amazing..." he all but whispered before plunging his hot tongue back into her mouth. She welcomed him with a soft moan while he continued to massage her. She could feel a grin surfacing when he spoke. Something told her that he had wanted to complement her assets for a while now...
"You're amazing..." she whined between interlocking with his mouth. She dragged her fingers back through his hair, pulling his head closer as she gave another enthusiastic roll of her hips. He moaned into her mouth to which she responded the same.
She needed him, needed him inside of her, she couldn't wait anymore. The burn in her groin was becoming too much. She needed release, she needed him. It was at that instance that he seemed to read her mind.
"Let me make love to you, Rin," he choked out between sharp gasps as he ground himself against her one more time.
She didn't answer, nor did he wait for one as she dragged her hands from his dishevelled hair and blindly searched for his belt buckle. She dropped her eyes to the space between them, Kakashi mimicking her motion as she jerked the hem of his polo shirt and the tank he wore beneath over his chest.
Eventually she discovered it and started to fumble with the metal clasp while Kakashi did the same with hers. It seemed that he wasn't having much luck with her belt as she was already pulling the leather from the metallic loop around his waist.
She watched his brows knit together and he growled harshly under his breath with vicious grumblings of "oh, come on!" and "for fuck's sake!" as he yanked her hips with an irritated strength.
After a few moments he dropped his arms to his sides and glared at her midriff before flitting his eye to meet her gaze.
"Help?" he blurted, looking defeated and oh so comical.
She couldn't help it, she tried to fight it but her body wouldn't let her as she snorted loudly in a lame attempt to hide her amusement. She watched Kakashi's mouth drop open and his lone eye widen dramatically as she slapped a hand over her mouth.
"Are you laughing at me?" he whined. He sounded almost hurt which only fed her amusement.
She snorted again into her hand as she waved the other one at him apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Kakashi. Really... really..." she chuckled while she dropped herself down from the worktop.
"Here. I'll do it. It's one of those hook and eye things so it is kinda tricky," she explained, hoping that her voice sounded a lot calmer to him than it did to her own ears.
The seething burn still smouldered away between her legs and she prayed that Kakashi was still feeling it too. It was just a minor hiccup, easily repairable. Just get rid of the belt that's causing the obstruction and everything will be fine, yeah, everything's fine.
She unhooked the belt from her pants and swung it out to the side of her before dropping it to the tiled floor.
"So, where were we?" she smouldered stepping towards her lover to be. Standing toe to toe with him she stepped the fingers of her left hand up his arm, making them walk across his shoulder.
"Oh yeah, you mentioned something about wanting to make love to me?" she punctuated her question with a devilish smile as she swirled a soft lock of silver hair in her fingers.
Kakashi's eye darkened, that same penetrating sheen that gave the impression of a smouldering fire burning into her radiating from the centre.
She didn't need him to answer; she merely grasped his hand with hers and began to lead him back into the lounge. The bed was much more comfortable than the kitchen work surface anyway.
Breaking eye contact with him, Rin strolled through the door way and turned towards the double doors that led to the balcony... and froze to the spot causing Kakashi to nearly bump into her.
"Rin? What's the... oh... no..." he trailed off, obviously spying the exact same thing pecking at the base of the glass doors.
It was a white pigeon. A messenger pigeon to be exact and on its leg it sported a tiny scroll. The way it was flapping and pecking at the seal of the door made it more than clear: the message was either for her or Kakashi.
"I don't believe this..." he snarled from behind her. She sensed him turn his back on her and venture back into the kitchen.
She didn't believe it either, this wasn't the first time they had been interrupted and it was getting pretty frustrating.
Chances were the message wasn't that urgent, well that was what she was hoping. It was rare to receive messages this way if they could wait.
"I should let it in, really," she called glumly feeling the passionate burn in her stomach begin to die replaced only by a cold feeling of emptiness.
"Yeah," came the sharp reply as she could hear him sheathing his belt back onto his pants.
Rin sighed miserably. That was it. Yet again another moment... lost forever. This had to be some kind of cruel joke, it just had to be.
She wandered over to the glass doors on legs that didn't feel like her own and slid one open to allow the small bird to enter the room. It hopped through the threshold and instantly took flight towards the kitchen. She heard the beating of its wings slow as it landed and heard Kakashi unfurl the scroll with a defeated sigh.
Rin found herself feeling quite disappointed that the message wasn't for her, not that she wanted to be interrupted at all. But it felt nice to be needed sometimes she guessed.
She stood with a hand on the door feeling empty and miserable. She just knew that Kakashi was going to be sent away again, knew that this could be the last time they would see each other for what could be months, even years.
The thought made her feel terribly ill... why now? Why now, of all times, did this have to happen? Maybe they weren't meant to be together. Fate worked in harsh tormenting ways and it almost drove her to tears we it not for a deep sigh to control it.
Eventually the copy nin sauntered through the kitchen doorway, the pigeon perched on a lifted hand as he seemed to scan the scroll over more than once. He looked as disheartened as she felt but something else was etched into his normally handsome features.
He flicked the hand on which the bird had perched causing the small creature to flutter before taking off and flying back through the door to the balcony. Rin watched as a tiny snowy feather floated to the floor at Kakashi's feet.
The tall Jounin scanned the scroll again, his brow furrowed before he flicked his sights to her. He didn't look very happy, but then again, what did she expect?
"Kakashi, what's wrong? Has something happened?" she asked meekly lowering her arm from the door.
He didn't say anything; he just whipped the scrap of paper her way and motioned for her to take it.
She did, albeit gingerly before turning it over in her hands and reading it herself.
Kakashi-Sensei, Rin
Report to me as soon as you receive this.
Mission details will be handed to you at the office.
Tried looking for you both tonight but couldn't find either of you.
I'm guessing you're together so only sent one bird.
PS – come dressed and packed to leave immediately. Mission takes effect as soon as the briefing is over.
Naruto.
"Dressed and packed to leave? Missions aren't usually this hasty... are they?" Rin questioned mainly to herself.
In her experience as a kunoichi those briefed with missions, no matter what the class, were given at least a few hours to prepare. This just didn't seem right and it stirred a strange sickly feeling in her stomach.
"It must be important if the Hokage needs us to leave straight away," Kakashi replied flatly cramming both hands into his pockets. The mask had returned to his face, concealing her only means to read him when he was in one of these moods. His eye, dead and emotionless told her nothing.
"But what about my job at the hospital? I've only been there five minutes and I'm being sent away? How is that fair?" she hollered.
She felt angry now more than anything else. The Hokage knew she had been away for a decade, he also knew how traumatising that particular mission was for her and her team. He knew she had just started a profession at Konoha hospital. How could he?
"You know how this job works, Rin. Go with it," he grumbled back at her as he stalked towards the patio doors.
"Kakashi...!" she started just as he interrupted her.
"I'm going home to get ready, I suggest you do the same," he stated listlessly jumping on top of the railing. He was poised to take off, without even saying another word.
She felt her blood boil lurching forward and grabbing his arm before he even had the chance to get away.
"And tonight? What about tonight? You've got nothing to say to me after all that?" she squealed.
She watched his expression soften as he turned himself around on the railing. He reached towards her cupping her chin in his hand and tenderly ran his thumb over her lips.
Habitually she pursed her mouth against it, shifting her hand to the smooth skin of his forearm, hoping he would say something, anything that conveyed how he felt. She needed to hear it and he knew that.
"You know how I feel about you, Rin. I don't need to say anything, you already know."
With that he was gone. There was no jump, no watching him bound over the roof tops. Just a shimmer of light and he was no longer there.
She did know how he felt. He felt the same way she did but he couldn't say it. It was disappointing not to hear those fateful words leave his mouth, but she did know, at least that was something.
With the final dregs of rage still lingering in her system she scrunched the small scroll up in both hands and ripped it apart. The noise of shredding paper was oddly satisfying but it did little to lift the disdain she felt in her chest.
She wanted to punch something, hard, to feel each knuckle cracking in her hand. Not that it would do any good. There would be other chances, she kept telling herself. But she couldn't shake that feeling that when something like this happened it forced them both back several steps. She was tired of starting everything from the beginning, she wanted to carry on with what they had now.
She would see him again, that was for certain. The saving grace would be that he would be there too (she hoped) but they would be on duty... and it wouldn't be the same.
Yet again, they would have to keep their distance, would have to control that undeniable urge they both felt for each other.
Such is the life of a shinobi.
She glared at the twinkling lights of the village hating the situation she was currently in, hating that some higher power controlled every aspect of her life. But that was how her world worked; there was nothing she could do about it. Just like the rest of them she was a tool, a weapon to be used as and when the Hokage saw fit. It was unfair, but that was life. Life was never fair.
Like Kakashi said she just had to go with it.
She took a deep cleansing breath before stepping back through the threshold of the apartment, closing and locking the door as she went.
"There will be other chances..." she sighed dismally wandering into her bedroom in a bid to prepare for her next stint away from the village. Something she had hoped she wouldn't have to do for a very long time.
Needless to say that she was dreading it.
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