Gossip | By : emeraldfire84 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I figure I should write while I can before I become employed and get a life…
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Gossip
Kakashi dragged himself past the thresh hold of his front door and shut it heavily behind him. No sooner had he turned the lock in the door he began stripping off his jounin vest and long sleeve shirt, along with his sandals, various kunai holders and finally the hip pouch he never went anywhere without.
He extracted the adult novel from his pouch before tossing the canvas bag aside with the rest of his discarded gear before settling down on his bed in nothing but his simple black pants.
The day which had started out so good had quickly become a trying one. As he had predicted, Tsunade had given him an earful when he had come in so late, and what was meant to be a short debriefing had extended into a longer tongue lashing.
If that wasn’t bad enough, the honey eyed hokage had sent him over to the academy, claiming that they were short handed that day and since he obviously didn’t have anything better to do, his assistance would be much appreciated.
The smug look on her face as Kakashi left the room told him that her words were all bullshit and she was simply punishing him for his tardiness, but in all fairness, he really didn’t think the punishment was equivalent to the crime. He’s been assigned a group of youngsters who hadn’t even graduated to gennin class yet and after six hours of breaking up fights, wiping noses, and yelling at the kids to throw kunai at the targets and not the neighborhood cat, the famed Copy Nin really felt as if he truly might be getting too old for this profession. It was like running a daycare for a bunch of Narutos when the Kyuubi container had first come under his instruction. Kakashi closed his eyes and sighed. He didn’t know how Iruka managed to do it day after day.
The elite shinobi turned babysitter flipped open Icha Icha from where he had left off, preparing to unwind with his favorite past time when the conversation he had overheard popped into his head unbidden.
Growling in frustration he shook his head as if physically trying to clear away the annoying voice that accused him of being nothing more than a dirty and lonely old man.
He tried to loose himself in the story, a task that was usually completely effortless, but this time, he was too preoccupied to enjoy the plot properly, sometimes scanning an entire page before realizing he hadn’t digested any of it at all.
Finally, he gave up in disgust, tossing the book aside and flopping back down, letting his head sink into his pillow. Why the hell was that obnoxious little stick figure getting to him like this? It’s not like she had any facts backing up her opinions and it wasn’t like a large group of people shared her feelings on the subject. She was just one gossiping girl with too much free time to speculate about the lives of others. Yeah, that’s it, no reason to feel threatened at all.
But even as Kakashi lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, trying to convince himself that he didn’t give a damn about what Sakura’s airhead friend thought, he knew he was already much more troubled than he would like to admit, the evidence apparent in the fact that not even Icha Icha could settle his mind this particular night.
Whether she meant to or not, the pony tailed woman had insulted his very manhood, claiming that he could do no better than the females in his stories. Kakashi wasn’t going to lie, sometimes he DID prefer books to the real thing. There was no commitment, no crushing of hearts and no morning afters. However, if Kakashi wanted the real thing he could sure as hell get it anytime he wanted no matter what that blonde little brat thought.
Kakashi glanced forlornly at his abandoned book, angered that Ino had stolen his greatest pleasure from him, at least for the night. When Icha Icha brought no joy, it was time to call it a night. Kakashi stood up and walked to the bathroom, grabbing his toothbrush and confronting himself in the mirror.
He wasn’t THAT old now was he? Teaching Team 7 had made him feel old, the constant presence of youth reminding him just how long ago he had been in their shoes. The day of working at the academy had done the same. As he rinsed his mouth, he met his own pair of mismatched eyes in the mirror and made a solemn promise. Tomorrow night, he would go to the local bar and pick up a beautiful woman and prove to himself and the world that he was quite capable of handling the female species after all. It had been some time since he had felt the warmth of another body beside him and he looked forward to the feel of her skin, as well as the affirmation of his manhood.
Making his way back to his bed, Kakashi pulled back his shuriken covered sheets and climbed in between them wearily. With a click of the lamp, the room was plunged into total darkness and sleep was mercifully quick to follow. His dreams that night were empty, devoid of misbehaving children, bossy blondes and orange jacketed romance novels.
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“Kakashi sensei!”
The silver haired man turned to find his former student approaching, her small hand waving a greeting and a smile on her lips.
“Why do you insist on calling me ‘sensei’ Sakura?” He responded, pausing in his morning training. “I haven’t been your teacher for years.”
“Because I know it makes you feel old.”
Kakashi rolled his visible eye before asking “What brings you out here so early?”
“I have the day off from the hospital today so I thought I’d do some training to keep in shape.” The kunoichi explained. “If you’re still using this area I can find somewhere else, that is, unless you would like to spar…”
Her voice didn’t go up at the end like a question, but left him hanging. It was more like she had challenged him and was waiting to see if he would accept, her eyebrow quirked upwards and a small smirk graced her mouth. She had acquired a great deal more confidence since she had first come to him all those years ago. He suspected Tsunade had something to do with that.
Kakashi remembered all too well the last time he had fought against the pink haired woman, and even though she had teamed up with Naruto to take him on, the Copy Ninja had not been prepared for the power she had come to possess. In the end, he had lost, only because the rambunctious blonde had used a dirty trick of trying to spoil the ending of the current Icha Icha he was reading, and had grabbed the bells dangling from his pants while his hands were occupied in covering his ears.
This time would be different however. He would not be caught off guard by her incredible strength.
“Of course Sakura-chan.” He said, giving her an eye crease before sinking into a fighting stance. Sakura tugged small black gloves onto her hands before mirroring him in a similar position.
For a breathless minute there was utter stillness as one fighter sized up the other. Even the wind seemed to still for a moment. Sakura finally blinked and when her eyes opened again Kakashi had disappeared leaving a puff of smoke in his wake.
“Using the same trick twice Kakashi sensei?” she called, remembering he had started their last fight the same way.
The kunoichi let her eyes slide to the right and the left, determining that her opponent was on neither side of her. She glanced over her shoulder and looked to the sky. Nothing. Was he really going to be so predictable? It was almost as if he was mocking her. Well if that’s the way he wanted to play, fine.
Turning with a smile, she powered up her fist with all the chakra it would hold and slammed it into the ground, sending chunks of dirt and rock flying as the earthen floor fragmented like broken glass.
Sakura expected to find her former sensei hidden among the shattered earth but to her surprise there was no one there.
Suddenly a hand clamped around her leg and pulled her down sharply, trapping her in the rubble she had just created. She found her self up to her neck in earth, staring at the Copy nin and as he stood smirking above her.
“You thought you had me all figured out did you?” he chuckled as she struggled to free herself from the ground. “You underestimate me Sakura.”
“I think I could say the same thing about you.” The pink haired woman smiled before a puff of smoke encircled her, leaving behind a log where her body used to be.
“Clever.” Kakashi muttered, instantly alert searching the training grounds for her chakra signature. “It seems you have other weapons in your arsenal besides Icha Icha spoilers.”
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Four hours later after much sweating, cursing and scheming, Kakashi had finally subdued his vivacious student, forcing her to her knees while standing behind her, keeping her arms pinned tightly behind her back with one hand and holding a kunai to her throat with the other.
“I believe this constitutes a win in my favor.” Kakashi chucked in her ear, the razor edge of the kunai barely grazing her flesh.
Sakura sighed wearily. “And I was so sure I had you. Well, I guess that makes even then.”
The older man released her and tucked his weapon back in its holster, immediately withdrawing his favorite book from his hip pouch. He retreated a few steps to the shade of a large tree and sat down, his back leaning against its trunk.
“You know,” Sakura said as she adjusted her skirt and brushed dirt from her clothing. “People are going to think you’re a dirty old man if you don’t put down those books.”
Kakashi visibly stiffened at her words. Up until now he had managed to keep from thinking about yesterday’s events and the jabs made at him and his preferred literature but with the kunoichi’s playful words, the memory came rushing back.
“Yes, I called you old, sensei.” Sakura giggled, misreading his rigid posture as a reaction to the remark about his age, not his smut fetish. “But I guess you’re not over the hill yet if I still can’t keep up with you. You better watch out though because next time we spar, I’m going to win!”
Kakashi forced himself to relax and gave a soft “Hmm.” as he tried to get back to his story.
Sakura glanced at the sky and made note of the sun’s position to check the time.
“I’d better be going. I told Ino I’d meet her for lunch since she has another hospital shift today. Thanks for the great match!”
As Sakura turned on her heel and jogged away, Kakashi tried to unclench his jaw and force himself to calm down. Sakura’s comment had been innocent, just another one of her harmless little jibes that she always threw his way. Then why was he taking it so personally? And why did just the mention of Ino’s name make him feel like punching something?
He had never really been introduced to the blonde girl but he had heard Azuma talk about her when he shared stories of his gennin team when the instructors got together at the bar every now and then. From what he had heard, he did not envy his comrade for being forced to instruct the loudmouthed long haired woman who seemed just as love struck as Sakura had been over the same boy. From what he had seen of her now, his opinion of her hadn’t improved any.
Kakashi realized he was fisting his hands and forced them to relax before he did any permanent damage to his book. To hell with Ino and to hell with being considered a dirty old man. He wasn’t old and he wasn’t THAT dirty and he certainly wasn’t incapable of snagging a woman when he put his mind to it.
His reading spoiled once again, the shinobi closed his book with a snap and stood, replacing the novel in its pouch and jamming his hands into his pockets as he walked away.
Today had started out pretty good, but now that he couldn’t get Ino’s annoying voice out of his head the sunshine in his world seemed to fade as it was blocked out by rain clouds, clouds that looked like a certain gossiping female.
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Chapter 3 is well under way. Hooray! Please review! I know this pairing is unusual (when I DO eventually get to the pairing) so please tell me how you feel about it. That’s all for now!
~J-Pop Princess
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