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Lucid	By : Rashaka Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1318 -:- 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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Opening lyric lines belong to the song “XXX” by
Crushing Velvet. You can probably just
consider that the theme song, since it’s the inspiration for the whole idea.
Comments: Part 2. Back in the real world. Things will be slightly less porntastic for a
while as reality creeps in through the corners, but rest assured: Kakashi still
has a dirty, dirty mind. I thought the
last part was the hardest to write, but once I started it ended up being kinda
easy--- porn is sooooo much easier to write than soft erotica. Now writing the next day seems to be the
challenge. Thank you for all the
enthusiastic comments, and I hope you continue to enjoy the fic. Also, please forgive the funky paragraph spacing;
I’m slow getting used to this uploading system.

Lucid

2
– I wanna hold the hand that leads me to your city

The
ground blurred in front of him: cement, grass.
Wooden canal bridge. More cement.
Shrubs and lawns. Street gutters.
It was
the sight one enjoyed when walking to the Hidden Leaf's mission headquarters,
the slow way of course. Through the
Academy district and the street market, past the monuments, even a quick
saunter around the interior training grounds because Kakashi would never be on
time if he could be late. The Hokage
said to report in the morning, and he was nobly determined to show up at
exactly eleven
fifty-six a.m. He liked to consider it his ninja way,
though Naruto might not have appreciated his abuse of
the phrase.
Besides
prolonging the inevitable, the extra exercise helped to begin the preliminary
attempts at what would, undoubtedly, turn out to be an excruciating effort to
clear his head—which had been keeping itself busy with images of his former
genin performing a number of unchildlike
acts. On his bodily
person and her own. Kakashi’d spent an extensive conference with
his hand that morning getting over the novelty of the idea, and now he was
beginning to just wish it would go away.
Far far away because Tsunade's
office was where Haruno Sakura spent half her time and if his luck went the way
it usually did she'd be there and he'd inevitably spend the entire meeting not
looking at her. Not that he looked at
her either way under normal circumstances, but she'd never been front and
center for his wet dreams before, either.
"Well
look at this, Copy-nin Kakashi without his head in a book. Somewhere a kitten must be dying."
Miss
Kurenai here had been front and center more than once. Her legs were fabulous and her chest was
almost as generous as the fifth Hokage's.
It was easy to stare at it when she stood half-blocking the
entryway. Kakashi smiled at her under
his mask; distraction was a commodity never to be wasted.
"You
know I would never harm a kitten, Kurenai, even by proxy." He put an extra
lewd stress on the word 'kitten' just for kicks. She laughed, deep and beautiful. Since he met her Kakashi still thought of
waterfalls over rocks every time he heard it.
"Sure. But I bet you know four ways to skin one if
you ever decided otherwise."
"Five,
thank you."
A grin waved
him on, and as she headed toward the street, reminded him over her shoulder
that Asuma was counting on him showing up for dinner and please not to let her
fiancé drink too much. Figuring the more
distractions to be the better, it was easy for Kakashi to nod in reply.
Soon
enough Kurenai was gone, disappeared around the bend in the alley, and the
headquarters loomed above him. Eleven fifty-two a.m. and counting.
Sakura was probably in there somewhere, shuffling paperwork. Bent over a book trying to fill her brain
with medical jargon. Maybe she was bent
over the book because she'd dropped it on the floor and had to lean down to
pick it up, arching at the waist and letting her cute ass hang in the air.
Cute ass?
Well,
that was just pathetic, wasn't it.
Kakashi snorted and pushed open the double doors.
Inside
people milled about, going over the contents of file folders or dodging bodies
in the hallway's round-the-clock traffic flow.
The lobby boasted a reception desk and giant display boards of current
team listings. The entire place breathed
a collegiate, business-like flow, if one ignored, of course, the weapons,
masks, and the occasional body disfigurement.
He drifted past doing exactly that, having stopped noticing them almost
as soon he first stepped into this building at the violent age of seven.
Third
floor, second hallway, and right into the Hokage's office: Sakura, Ibiki, and
the lady Sanin herself were already waiting for him. Sakura waved, and he nodded coolly. The interrogator didn't wave, but Kakashi
nodded at him anyway, distantly curious as to the man's presence but happy to
dismiss that curiosity as easily as it appeared. He glanced at the clock, and when he looked
back saw Tsunade scowling at him.
"It's
eleven
fifty-nine, Kakashi. I told you to come early this morning."
"I
apologize, Hokage. I had to stop to
rescue a friend from a loveless, sure-to-be regretful engagement."
A soft
voice murmured “Liar,” but Kakashi was being studiously polite in sending all
the disinterest he could in that
direction.
"Did
you succeed?" Ibiki wanted to know.
The Copy-nin thought of Kurenai and the dinner date he still had with
Asuma.
"...No."
"All
the better for your non-existent friend," Tsunade snapped, and thrust out
a scroll. "This is your next
mission. You have some down time before
you have to go, so make the most of it.
Sakura can explain some of the salient details. Congratulations, Hatake. Once again you've succeeded in being so late
I don't have time for your personal report.
There better be six full pages on my desk by sunrise
tomorrow."
"Yes,
Hokage," he acquiesced. Always the peacemaker, was good old Kakashi. Tsunade frowned at his easy concession, then dismissed it and him as well.
As he walked
out, his former student trailing behind him, Kakashi stuffed the scroll into
his flak jacket and let his eye glance surreptitiously over his shoulder. All he saw was her short skirt and the
fishnet accessorizing. Beneath that
flimsy material were legs that just last night had been squeezing his thighs
and pressing down on him in delicious ways.
"Kakashi-sensei,”
she began brightly, “I know the medic you're going to be partnered with, and
the Hokage wants me to explain to you the details of the medications and toxins
your team is going to be guarding during transport. Some of the samples are extremely
delicate. Kakashi-sensei, the floor in
here is not that interesting, I know because I stare at it a lot
myself. Are you even listening to me at
all?"
You're
not paying attention to me, she'd said
while practically molesting him in his own home. And that just before going down on his cock
like the act was a special new jutsu she wanted to
show off.
"Kakashi,”
he corrected, and immediately regretted it.
What a difference a little subconscious fraternization made. “Just Kakashi."
"Huh?"
He
stopped when he realized her feet weren't hitting the ground behind him
anymore, and turned to look. He was
especially careful to stare only at her face, though
it didn't do much good because he remembered vividly the way that same face had
looked while she licked her way up his chest.
"It's
been ages, Sakura," a couple years at best, but that could be ages if you
looked at it the right way, "since I've been your sensei." Not that
he cared how long it had been,
but still. Having her call him by the honorific at this point only added an extra layer
of perversion to the already perverted scenario.
"Okay,"
she answered, confused but smiling in a shy, flattered way. She probably thought he was saying it because
he was proud of her, which just made Kakashi want to sucker-punch himself a
little. Of course he was proud of her
and of course he considered her a valuable fellow ninja. She didn't have to look so fucking elated
about hearing it from the horse's mouth.
But maybe
that was the guilt talking.
Now at
ease, Sakura had started in on a long-winded break down of everything he would
need to know before heading out next time.
It gave Kakashi time to think about a great many things she would have
balked to know he was imagining. Things
like the feel of her heals digging into his calves as she rode him up and down,
or the hot sensation of her breath under his chin, painting the hollow above
his adam's apple with her taste.
Then
again, did he even know what she tasted like?
This girl talking to him right now?
No, he
didn't. He had no idea, he never would,
and it was time to stop assuming that the person in his dream had anything to
do with Haruno Sakura.
“Kakashi-sensei…Kakashi. Is everything okay?” He blinked back to reality, where the girl in
question waited patiently, looking every inch her years in the midday sunlight.
“Yep,” he
replied, and swallowed his thoughts with a smile that she couldn’t see. “Everything’s just right, Sakura.” To drive the point home—to himself as well as
her, and in more ways than one—he reached out and ruffled her hair. She batted his hand away.
“Hey, none of that! I’m not twelve
anymore.”
When statements
like this were made the morning after a dream like the one he’d just had,
Kakashi felt renewed certainty that fate and the world conspired to make his
life miserable. And when he was really
making an effort, too! His nature
didn’t exactly fall under the ‘nice guy’ type.
He
retracted his hand with comically exaggerated apology, pulled out his Icha Icha novel,
and said, “That’s very true. Bye, Sakura!”
In an
instant she faded into a background of swirling pink and white,
and Kakashi happily reappeared on a rooftop somewhere far, far away.

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