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Underwear
Chapter 11: Underneath the
Underneath
By Lemon Drops/thatreevesgirl
(both me)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One would think that Kakashi’s date with Sakura would
require the copy-nin to prepare and prep himself before she came, or at least
cook the dinner that he promised. That
was why when there was a mere fifteen minutes before she was supposed to arrive
and Kakashi was still sitting on his couch reading the latest volume of Icha
Icha, it seemed unusual at best.
A small, tubby pug looked up at Kakashi and cleared his
voice. “Yo, Kakashi, shouldn’t you be,
um, cooking?”
Kakashi leisurely flipped the page in his book and kept
reading for a moment. This particular
story was so good that he could barely put it down. Pakkun nuzzled Kakashi’s leg urging him to
hurry. Kakashi chuckled at a
particularly entertaining sentence and then marked the page by dog-earing it before
setting it down.
“Ah, Pakkun, you worry too much,” the silver haired man told
his nin-dog with a sigh. Women were a
complicated lot, but Kakashi was wise beyond his years when it came to
females. He knew how to play the game
and win the prize. Making a few hand
signs food appeared in a poof of smoke, leaving the cute pug coughing and
sputtering. Not from the smoke of the
jutsu mind you, but because Kakashi summoned some of the most horrible smelling
food Pakkun had ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
“How is this going to help you win Sakura’s affections?” the
dog asked while coughing, burying his sensitive nose into the rug on the floor
as he tried to rid his nostrils of the burnt stench that filled the room. On the table in front of Kakashi were two
bowls of horrendously dry rice, some curry that look pathetically burned beyond
recognition, some overripe fruit that was cut into uneven pieces, and a cake
that flopped completely and was hard as a brick. Kakashi flung on an apron and walked into the
kitchen.
“Kakashi, it is far too late to salvage this now,” Pakkun
whined. “Maybe you should take her out
to eat.”
“Ah, my small friend, that
is the plan. You see...” Kakashi
paused to dip his hand into the flour container, pulling some out and patting
it on his facemask and shirt. “…women
are a funny kind of creature, Pakkun.
They like to think a man tried to give them the best date possible. I guarantee that this will work out
perfectly. It’s part of my ingenious scheme.”
The dog sauntered away.
He hated it when his master decided to get smug. Kakashi, as smart and kind as he was, could
be an arrogant, pompous kind of guy at times.
Women were something in particular that drove him to be like that, but
Pakkun knew Sakura was different.
Kakashi wasn’t just trying to get her into bed like a lot of the
others. Kakashi actually cared about her
more than the copy-nin would ever like to admit.
“Treat her right!” the pug bellowed back to the man in the
dining area, who was trying to make the disaster on the table even worse for
the show.
Kakashi stepped back at rolled his eyes. Of course he would treat Sakura right. But when it came down to it, Sakura was still
a woman, just like all the rest of them.
She wanted to be romanced, she wanted to feel special. There would be a night when Kakashi would
treat her to a fabulous meal of his own creation, but not tonight. Little to Sakura’s knowledge, Kakashi had
made reservations at one of the more expensive restaurants in Konoha. He was sure she would have never agreed to
such a date if he had asked, but if they were forced into the situation he was
sure Sakura would love it. This way he
looked like the good guy who tried hard to make her night special, failed, and
then worked even harder to make up for it.
He would definitely earn some bonus points for his effort.
~~~~~~~~~~
Somewhere on the other side of the building someone walked
up to the main entrance. She had long,
toned legs that seemed to go on forever, hair that was meticulously pinned in a
cascade of curls, and a big smile as she opened the door and stepped
inside. Sakura was excited, this was
going to be the night where she took the initiative with one of her guys. Little did the kunoichi know that on the side
of the building was a spying duo ready to ruin her evening with little remorse.
“Did you see that?” Naruto asked. Gaara was trying to keep his third eye jutsu
stable despite the fact that he was rather drunk.
“No,” Gaara snapped back.
“I was trying to concentrate. What
did you just see?”
Naruto smirked widely, the image of his sexy Sakura in her
miniskirt and tight sweater still parading through his head. “Sakura just walked by, and wow, just wow,
Gaara.”
Gaara was too preoccupied with spying on Kakashi’s apartment
to really care about what Sakura was wearing.
It didn’t matter what she wore, their mission was to ruin the date
between Kakashi and Sakura, but Kakashi was doing a fine job of that all on his
own. “Did you know that your sensei is a
con artist? He just ruined the meal on
purpose!”
Naruto looked very confused when Gaara told him that. He didn’t understand at all why Kakashi would
do such a thing. “Um, okay, well maybe
he didn’t mean to.”
Gaara glared at his friend, “Trust me, he meant to.” Gaara was the Kazekage and though he
understood many things about the world of ninja arts and even politics, how
women ticked still eluded him for the most part. How Kakashi ticked left Gaara completely
baffled.
“Um, well, just keep watching, and at the opportune moment
we’ll strike and BAM!” Naruto clapped his hands together loudly, drawing a
glare from the man next to him. Had
Gaara not been performing a complicated jutsu, he might have reached over and
smacked Naruto across the back of the head.
The blond man was definitely not helping things at the moment.
Gaara returned to his spying. It was easier to concentrate on what was
happening in Kakashi’s apartment than on his irritatingly idiotic friend. His sand eye was floating beside an open
window, and so Gaara could see everything that was happening. There was a knock on the door and Kakashi
smoothed out the floor covered apron.
Then Gaara saw her. The beautiful,
curled pink tresses, the slight curves of a well-developed woman, and legs…legs
that seemed to go on for days. No, he told himself, this is Naruto’s girl, you can’t be lusting
after your friend’s girl.
Technically, Gaara pondered, she wasn’t Naruto’s, she wasn’t anyone’s
girl, but if he didn’t stop the date from going well there was a very distinct
possibility that she would date Kakashi.
Naruto began impatiently asking questions about what was
going on, and with a warning growl, Gaara shushed his friend and continued to
watch.
~~~~~~~~~~
Sakura took off the overcoat and hung it on the coat rack beside
the bookcase.
“…you see,” Kakashi was saying, “I really don’t know what
went wrong, and I spent a lot of time making it. I’m a good cook, really I am.”
Sakura looked at Kakashi’s slightly pouting eye (the only
thing truly visible on his face that was uncovered), then at the table, her
stomach pleading with her to not try any of the food. “No, no, Kakashi, it looks…um…wonderful?”
She hadn’t meant to pose it as a question, but it came out
that way. Sakura didn’t want to hurt
Kakashi’s feelings, especially since he apparently put a lot of work into making
this meal. It was obvious since he was
almost covered head to toe in flour.
“You…you don’t like it, do you?” Kakashi asked, laying on
the guilt just like he had planned.
Sure, it was a little childish, and really Sakura should have picked up
on his little scheme, but she just shook her head at him.
“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I mean it just looks…it looks like you put in
a big effort, and I don’t want that to go to waste.”
Kakashi brought a finger up to his mask and tugged it
down. Sakura watched him befuddled,
unable to do anything other than be mesmerized by the ruggedly handsome
features of her teacher. Kakashi smiled
warmly at her, and it was a true smile because he knew that she was saying
these things out of real concern for his feelings. It almost made him feel bad for the little
ploy he was playing. Almost.
“It’s okay, Sakura. I
don’t really want to eat this disaster either.
Maybe you’ll give me a chance to cook for you again sometime, but for
tonight let’s go get something from that little bistro down the street.”
Sakura’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head. It was impossible to eat there unless you were
rich or powerful or the son of some pompous elder. “But Kakashi, how…”
Kakashi quickly cut Sakura off, smiling again. “Don’t worry,” he told her, “Someone there
owes me a favor or two.” Kakashi
shrugged off the apron and with a poof used a jutsu to change into more
appropriate clothing for their meal at the popular bistro. Sakura smiled because Kakashi was
maskless. It was rare to ever see him in
public without it, but tonight seemed to be a special occasion.
“Aren’t you worried that someone might see you like that?”
she asked him quietly, trying to take in how handsome he looked in the dark
slacks and fitted shirt he was wearing.
Kakashi shook his head, and though it was the middle of summer, he
pulled a scarf from the coat rack by the bookshelf and wrapped it around his
face.
“Tonight my smile is only for you, Sakura,” Kakashi told her
with a wink. It was cheesy, but he knew
it would work. And it did, like a
charm. Sakura giggled and blushed as
Kakashi handed her the coat she had just hung up. Offering his arm to Sakura, they both left
the mess of a meal in Kakashi’s apartment.
~~~~~~~~~~
“That sneaky bastard, that sneaky, smart bastard!” Naruto
hissed under his breath. “I can’t
believe how he’s playing her like a fiddle.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he just wanted to ‘fiddle’ her and be done with it.”
Gaara would have rebutted that opinion, but he shared it too. From what Naruto had told him, Kakashi seemed
to like the ladies, but not in the context of a relationship. Gaara hushed his friend, because he knew the
two ninja they were spying on would be walking out of the building any minute
now. If Gaara didn’t mask their chakra
signatures, there was a good chance that they would be discovered and it wouldn’t
look good for either of them.
Sakura appeared, and seeing her in person was even better than
through his sand-eye. Gaara stared
intently at the beautiful person walking away with Kakashi, then silently let
out a frustrated sigh. Sakura was very
beautiful, and Gaara couldn’t help himself.
He wanted to assist Naruto in winning over the person he’d loved for
years, but at the same time, Gaara couldn’t deny that he found himself
attracted to Sakura. Why wouldn’t
he? She was a beautiful woman who was
also intelligent and funny. She
obviously had the patience of a saint to put up with her four male teammates,
so she was definitely the kind of person who was resilient enough to handle
being the wife of a kage. Sakura seemed
like a glimmer of hope to Gaara, and he was a person who had experienced very
little of that particular phenomenon in his lifetime.
“Gaara,” Naruto whined, “They’re gone, we have to trail
them.”
Gaara agreed completely, they did have to follow Sakura and
Kakashi. There was no way that he was
going to allow her to fall for Kakashi’s tricks. Gaara had grown quite fond of his new role of
leader and hero to the people of Suna, and here was someone who was possibly in
distress, a girl about to be swindled out of her innocence. The Kazekage swore that he wouldn’t allow
Sakura to get hurt. He wasn’t sure if it
was for her sake, Naruto’s sake, or perhaps even his own sake; but for whoever
it was intended to help, he had to ruin this date and make Sakura realize that
Kakashi wasn’t the one for her.
Naruto was already making his way toward the restaurant in
question with Gaara on his heels. Both
of them were still a bit intoxicated, otherwise they might have noticed the
ominous chakra lurking around and following them.
“I told you they were up to something,” Sai told the other
dark-haired member of team seven. Sasuke
couldn’t help but glower at Naruto and Gaara.
The idiot had made an alliance.
Well, Sasuke could do that too, that was why he and Sai were out to
sabotage to sabotagers. None of them
were good enough for Sakura in Sasuke’s eyes, therefore he would bring down the
competition any way he could. If that
meant partnering up and making an alliance with the seemingly socially retarded
member of team seven, then so be it.
This was war, and Sasuke wasn’t the type of person to lose any battle.
“So what is the plan, Sasuke-kun? We should have a plan.”
“Does it really take all the much planning to do away with a
drunken Naruto?”
Sai shrugged as they hopped from one building’s rooftop to
the next. “No, not Naruto, but the
Kazekage, he’s clever. Even inebriated I
think he could pose a problem.”
“I suppose so, but we really shouldn’t underestimate
Naruto. I doubt it will be as easy to
incapacitate him as you think it will be.”
Sai leapt one more time until both he and Sasuke were atop
the restaurant’s rooftop. They had to
think of something fast, because from what the two of them had overheard, Gaara
was planning to strike quickly with his sand.
Sasuke cocked his head to the side as a thought crossed his mind. “Maybe we should let them go through with
their plan, and even help ensure that they don’t get caught.”
Sai huffed and crossed his arms as he glared at Sasuke. “That sounds moronic,” he told Sasuke, “How
is aiding them helping us?”
“The enemy of my enemy is my ally, but in all reality, we
just need to prevent them from being there to pick up the broken pieces of
Sakura’s heart.”
“One bad date with Kakashi would do that?” Sai asked
curiously. To him, he couldn’t image how
one date would ever result in a girl’s broken heart, but then again, he really
didn’t understand females well at all.
“Trust me, Sakura is a bit sensitive when he comes to love,”
Sasuke told Sai. Though it had been many
years since Sakura had confessed to him, Sasuke had seen the love she was
willing to give so freely. Things may
have changed over the years concerning who she loved, but how she loved…Sasuke was sure that rarely changed with women. Sakura’s heart was open and kind, and
whomever was able to give her a reason to give that love to them would most
likely receive it. This was Sasuke’s opinion
at least.
Sasuke wasn’t quite the expert on women like Kakashi was,
but his quiet, brooding nature came in handy in one particular way. When you say less, you observe more. Sasuke had watched Sakura intently in the
years after he returned, and though the haughty Uchiha heir with the stick up
his ass didn’t realize it, he returned Sakura’s feelings. He cared for her deeply as her friend and much
more, that was why his competitive nature refused to allow his other teammates
to win Sakura’s affections. That included
Sai, but Sasuke would keep him close as long as he could in order to keep tabs
on the former ANBU operative.
Gaara watched with his third eye jutsu as Kakashi told a
humorous story, one that caused her to giggle and smile warmly at the
copy-nin. Naruto had given up on getting
Gaara’s play-by-play recount of what was happening with Sakura, so he was busy
spying on the two of them with a henged shadow clone within the
restaurant. Naruto had managed to steal
a waiter and assume his identity. Sure,
it could get the Hokage-wannabe in a ton of trouble, but at the same time, all the
waiter would suffer from was a sore noggin where Naruto knocked him
unconscious.
“You’d make a good ANBU,” Gaara told his friend
sarcastically. Every few minutes Naruto
would have the clone come out to where they were, pop the clone, and assimilate
the information that he’d gathered. Then
Naruto would send in a new replacement and start the whole process over
again. Gaara had always wondered if
Naruto was capable of carrying out more difficult missions where morals might
be compromised. Not necessarily kill
willingly, Gaara doubted that Naruto would ever kill without a very good reason
to, but knocking someone unconscious for recon was definitely a bit
dubious. If tonight was any indicator,
Gaara was sure that Naruto had no qualms whatsoever with performing A-ranked
and S-ranked missions.
Naruto popped another clone.
“Argh, he’s feeding her, and he kissed her on her forehead.”
“He’s good,” Gaara muttered, focusing his energy on forming
a realistic replica of a rat out of his sand.
Naruto watched as the sand-rat twitched its little whiskers
with all the same mannerisms as a real rodent.
“Wow, that is really cool. I
didn’t know you could do that with your sand.”
“These are quite useful for infiltrating enemy
strongholds. I can mask the chakra, but
I can also wreak havoc, gain access to various parts of locked areas, or even
just ruin a perfect evening between two people.”
Naruto eyed his friend warily. “Remind me to never get on your bad side. I don’t want to know what would happen to me
if I did.”
Gaara chuckled evilly, but only for a second. He quickly caught himself and ended it by telling
Naruto, “No, you definitely wouldn’t want to.”
“You are one creepy, short, eyebrowless maniac, you know
that?”
Gaara actually looked hurt at the words. He wasn’t sure how much of it was the alcohol
talking, and how much was Naruto. “Was
that really necessary?” the Kazekage asked with a warning tone.
“No, but I had to get even for some of the crap you said
about me earlier. Is your sand-rat ready
to go?”
Gaara nodded once, “Any time you want me to deploy it, I
will.” A sadistic smile crept onto the
kage’s lips, and Naruto motioned for Gaara to release it. The two men readied themselves for the chaos they
were about to create in a high class restaurant. However, they were still oblivious to the
fact there were two other ninja observing them carefully from the rooftop. Sasuke shook his head at Naruto and Gaara as
a tiny ran scurried into the Bistro.
“You know, I like letting dickless do all the work. It means I can just lay back and reap the
rewards,” Sai said assuredly. “And the
sand-freak, he’s a real number. I’m glad
that we are incognito, Sasuke-kun.”
Sasuke glowered at Sai.
He hated being called Sasuke-kun, and hated it even more since he knew
that behind his back Sai referred to him as “the bastard” or “asshole” or
“stick-up-the-ass” if Sai wanted to mix things up for the day. But Sai was right, it was so easy allowing
Gaara and Naruto to do all the work while Sasuke and Sai...no, correction, how he, Sasuke, would reap all the rewards.
~~~~~~~~~~
It was really too bad for all three of Kakashi’s students,
Naruto and Sasuke in particular, had forgotten one of the most critical lessons
that the copy-nin had taught them. A ninja must learn to see underneath the
underneath. So it shouldn’t have
been a surprise to any of the four men, except perhaps Gaara, who had never
learned from the Kakashi-school of thought, that Kakashi had already planned
for the possibility of an insurrection like this one from his teammates. Up in a tall tree, melded into the branches
and wood was an unexpected ally and friend of Kakashi’s who Naruto, Sasuke, and
Sai hadn’t seen for years. And
unfortunately for those three, Tenzou was a formidable adversary.
“Sorry boys,” Tenzou said with a smile. “Your fun is over for the night.”
To be continued in
Chapter 12. NEXT UPDATE: December 17 ^^
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