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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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Chapter 1: Instant Attraction.

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"Here, take these." Kakashi muttered absently, handing Rin a small cardboard box filled to the brim with tissues. She looked up from the lumpy sofa chancing a quick habitual glimpse at him before reaching for the small container.
"Thanks." She sniffled, taking the tissues from him dropping the floral print box on her lap and wrenching two handfuls of the soft white sheets from the carton. Dabbing at her tear soaked eyes she puffed out a short sigh in an attempt to calm herself down. She had promised herself that she wouldn't cry. She didn't want Kakashi to think that she was still the same tearful wreck that she used to be. She wanted him to see how strong she had become, how much she had grown and evolved. Fat chance of that now; she must look pathetic. She hadn't been able to help herself. The whole day had been a huge shock to her system, it was all so overwhelming the tears were bound to appear at some stage during the day.
The sofa's dilapidated springs creaked as Kakashi lowered himself into the cushions next to her with a quiet sigh.
"You need a new sofa." She croaked, screwing the tissues into her hand and turning her head to face him. Kakashi rested his elbows on his parted knees while he stared ahead of himself a small smiled on his lips. He'd lowered his mask; the fabric now pooled around his neck. He hadn't changed a bit. He still held on to those boyish good looks that she remembered. His smile, though slightly crooked, still made her feel warm inside and was still as infectious as ever.

She smiled back, with a nervous chuckle causing him to face her.
"I've been meaning to get a new one. But you know how it is." He replied softly with a small shrug of his shoulders.

Rin hummed a chuckle at him with a shake of her head as she cursed herself for being able to think of nothing but small talk. She hadn't seen this man for ten years, she had so much that she wanted to tell him, to ask him and yet she found that she had absolutely nothing to say. Teasing the damp tissue in her fingers she stared down at it with a desirable interest desperately trying to think of something to say. She hoped the folds in the soft layers would yield some answers.
A strange silence settled into the room as Kakashi seemed to be doing the exact same thing his attention squared directly at the wall opposite.
It was uncomfortable and unbearably foreign. They'd never had this trouble before she went away. Just goes to show how much distance can come between people when parted for so long.
"Rin?" Kakashi's voice sliced through the thick atmosphere making Rin jump a little in her seat. She shot her head round and stared at him vacantly to see a sorrowing glint in his onyx eye. The expression pulled at old emotions and distant memories, memories she had once wanted to forget.
Forcing herself to swallow them, she felt an odd flutter in her gut as their eyes connected. The sensation wasn't new to her, but it was one that she had all but forgotten yet still it troubled her to find that she was uncertain as to what the feeling meant.
"Where have you been? You've been gone for so long." The tone of his voice all but tore her in two. The misery she was able to detect in his voice mimicked the expression on his face. He looked crushed, heartbroken even.

She hesitated for a moment taking in his distressed appearance trying to come to terms with the fact that she was the one that had caused him to feel this way. Guilt rapped at her brain with an intensity she was finding difficult to overcome as she opened her mouth to speak but her voice had retreated to the back of her throat. Kakashi's sorrow was her fault�
"I've been on an extended mission that's all. Didn't you know?" She answered eventually, her voice small and uneven. She somehow hoped this simple and bland explanation would be the answer to all the questions he wished to ask. Evidently she was wrong.
Kakashi frowned at her and shook his head slowly. "No." He replied flatly.

This struck Rin as odd. She would have thought that the Hokage would have said something. The mission itself was classified, as were all S ranked missions. But the fact that she had been sent away was no secret as far as she was concerned. Just the details and the location. The fact that Kakashi hadn't been informed at all was unusual.
"Well, that's all. There was a pandemic on a small island near Lightening. I was sent to do some research. Took a little longer than expected but�"
"Rin, I thought you were dead."
That thick silence dropped into the room again as Rin lost the ability to breathe. She felt her lower lip tremble at the thought that Kakashi had spent all this time believing that she was never coming back. Her gut churned at his revelation that he truly thought she was dead. The news rocked her to the core, how could he assume this without fact? Had he just given up on her?
"Wh-what? Dead?" She whimpered. Rin closed her eyes and bowed her head. Her mind was swimming with guilt and her eyes had grown hot. She raised a hand to her mouth to stifle the sob that was threatening to come out at the base of her throat.
"Oh my God. I-I never meant to... I-I sent messages. I sent messages to say I would be staying longer� Dead?" She stammered, not knowing what else to say, not knowing how to make it better. She glanced at Kakashi, who's expression had changed from grief to pity.

He leaned towards her a little placing a hand carfully on her lap. The contact on her skin made her flinch causing her to turn his way again and scan his face for answers.

Kakashi smiled slightly one corner of his mouth hitching upwards making the edge of his visible eye crease a little at the corner.
"Sometimes the messages don't make it. It's not your fault."
"I know but�"
"No buts, Rin. You're safe, right?"

Rin nodded nervously, urging him to continue. The tears that were pooling in her eyes were beginning to subside. A huge relief to say the very least.
"Right. That'a all that matters now. Don't worry about it" He soothed, gently rubbing at her leg in a comforting gesture.

Rin shifted her eyes to the floor and nodded again. Kakashi had a point but that didn't stop it hurting. To be told by her best friend that he thought she was dead was traumatising. She had never even imagined she would be greeted with information like that. The worst case scenario for her was that he would be angry with her for being gone for so long, but he was anything but angry. She felt that his mood didn't make the situation any better despite knowing that his lenience was meant to be comforting. Her chest felt tight and her stomach twisted violently making her feel sick. Kakashi's revelation wasn't what she had wanted to hear but at least he had been honest with her. Rin just hoped that the damage caused by his assumptions was repairable. There was simply no telling how long that could take, if at all.
"I just don't understand why the Hokage didn't tell you�"
"There was an incident a few years back, just before you left. Information was leaked from one shinobi to another without consent. It caused a lot of problems. The law on passive information was changed and it's now illegal for the Hokage to disclose information about assignments to anyone who isn't involved. That's the only reason," Kakashi drawled with a shrug. This was all well and good, but still�
They sat in yet another thick cloud of silence as Rin tried to take Kakashi's sentiments to heart. She was relieved that he wasn't angered by her departure, but for him to think that she had died away from home was very painful. The simple fact that he had all but confirmed he had given up hope was truly hurtful, not that she blamed him in the slightest. He didn't now any better. With no evidence to prove either theory as fact what was he supposed to think?
The only way Rin knew anything of Kakashi was through rumours and threads of grapevine. Often abstract and warped as messages were passed down through word of mouth, stories of the almost fabled Copy Ninja were rife. He was a legend, though from her decade spent in a backwater country on the tip of an enemy land any news of Hatake Kakashi was rarely a good thing.
"I searched for you." Kakashi murmured, wrenching Rin from her own thoughts. She regarded his saddened form, his shoulders slumped, his features distressed and hurting. He was breaking her heart just to see him like this.
"I searched for months on end and I found nothing. I was told to give up countless times. I used to wait at the enterance gates whenever I could, hoping you would just� show up." Kakashi rubbed his free hand on his knee awkwardly and looked away. He seemed embarrassed by his statement but Rin was touched that he didn't give up on her so easily. That he had took it on his own back to seek her out. She knew that she would have done the same had the shoe been on the other foot.
Looking down at his hand on her lap, Rin wrapped her fingers into his before glancing up and smiling warmly. A tear strayed from her eye and cascaded down her cheek. She had no words for him but Kakashi smiled back regardless. After a few seconds he released her hand and leaning forward, wrapped his strong arms around her shoulders. Rin leaned into his warmth and mimicked his movements, closing her eyes as she rested her cheek into the crook of his neck.
"I'm glad you're back, Rin. Welcome home," He murmured as he tightened his hold around her briefly.

Rin never wanted this moment to end, she snuggled closer to him, feeling her eyes grow hot again and pulling her arms around him tighter never wanting to let go. It felt so nice to finally hold Kakashi's company again. It felt good that he still held her in high regards. Coming here was the best decision she had made all day. It felt good to be home.
"Thank you. It's good to be back. It's good to finally see you again, I missed you so much."
**********
Moments passed like hours as they held on to each other for dear life before Kakashi pulled away. Rin stifled a groan of disappointment as she smoothed her hands over his shoulders and leaned back into the arm of the sofa. She had matters that needed attending urgently anyway, like finding herself somewhere to stay.
"I guess I should be going. Will you be around tomorrow?" She asked, observing the strange frown he flashed her.
"Why, where do you need to go?" Kakashi replied, his tone carried a tremor of discontentment that she found a little satisfying. Kakashi didn't want her to leave, and if she was honest with herself, she didn't want to leave either. There was so much catching up to do, so much time that they had lost. Rin sighed, running a hand through her hair.
"I haven't found a place to stay yet. All my stuff is still at the Hokage's�"
"Well, Naruto won't mind if you left your things there for today, and you could always stay here," He suggested flatly. The offer of hospitality didn't come as a surprise, but rather his indifference to the situation. Typical Kakashi.
She was no longer the girl that he had once known, she was a woman now, she had changed physically in more ways than her height. She had grown her hair from the boring short bob she once had as a teen. Her hair draped over her shoulders in long flared wisps and was thick and glossy. Rin liked her luxurious hair, it was one of her only vanities. Her figure, no longer boyish and thin had blossomed into the curvy structure that came with the end of puberty as well as her breasts. All through her adolescence, Rin had never been blessed with what she would call exceptional assets not like other girls her age. It wasn't until she reached her early twenties that she had started to develop, her chest was another thing that she was rather proud of.
She finally filled out her clothes and was able to buy nice things to wear, tops and shirts that made her feel good. Not that she would have been all that bothered if she had remained as flat as a pancake. Appearance was an after thought, her training and her career in pathology was far more important though she had let the former slip out of her grasp if only a little. Never the less, she liked to feel good, she liked feeling attractive and sexy. But it seemed that Kakashi hadn't noticed. No surprises there then. He never noticed anything.
Rin mulled his offer of a place to stay over in her mind whilst taking short, sharp glances around the small simplistic room. She had spent the first few months of her mission feeling miserable in a foreign country, longing to go home. She never really got used to her new surroundings but had finally come to terms with the fact that the small spit of land would be her home for the foreseeable future.
Although she wasn't feeling those same harrowing emotions as she had done way back then, she still didn't like the idea of having to spend god knows how long in yet another abode that she wasn't familiar with. Perhaps staying here with an old face that she knew would do her some good just until she became accustomed with the village again. But never the less, she still felt like his offer was one of common courtesy rather than one of kindness. And the apartment was ridiculously small, there was no way she could live here without getting under his feet, or Kakashi getting under hers. Living out of someone else's pockets wasn't exactly her idea of fun.
"I couldn't do that�" Rin responded eventually, playing awkwardly with the tips of her long hair.
"Why not?" Kakashi cocked his head slightly to one side like a confused puppy. The expression was sickly sweet and wretchedly adorable but surely Kakashi realised that his humble home couldn't possibly house two people.
"Your place isn't� well� catered for more than one person is it, really?" Rin deadpanned as she took a more obvious look around the small room they were currently occupying. The living room wasn't bad, hell, it was better looking than the complex as a whole. There wasn't a lot of furniture, only the dark blue sofa and a simple small wooden table in the centre of the room. It was brightly lit by the overhead light that was covered in a centuries worth of dust and grime. She would have to get a damp cloth on that at some point, she thought absently.

It was a simple, modest room for a simple man that led a simple life. So not Kakashi. The very thought amused Rin greatly. She may not have seen Kakashi for a whole decade, but she knew him well enough to know that he was anything but simple. She dropped her eyes back to the man on the sofa who was still observing her sceptically.
"Besides�" She sighed "I don't think your landlord would approve. This is a bachelor pad after all. And I don't want to intrude," She continued with a coy smile. Kakashi merely stared back vacantly as he shook his head somewhat absently.
"Who said anything about informing the landlord? What he doesn't know won't hurt him. And it's not an intrusion if it's offered to you," He replied nonchalantly with yet another shrug of his broad shoulders.

Rin hummed a chuckle at him and shook her head. He really was something else, Kakashi had always been something else. He didn't care what others thought of him or his actions, well� not anymore at least.
"You haven't changed a bit. You know that? Anyway, Mr. I-Can-Do-What-I-Want, where would I sleep? By the looks of things you only have one bed. Hoping you'll get lucky?" She quipped, folding her arms across her bosom and flashing him a sly smirk.

She watched his eye widen a little before his mouth pulled into that wonderful crooked smile that made her curl up on the inside.
"Well, I won't deny that the thought had crossed my mind," He replied darkly.
"Still a pervert, I see."
"You walked right into that, Rin."
"I've been back all of two minutes! Give me a break!"
"You know I was joking."
"With you, anything is possible."

Kakashi snorted at her remark which in turn made her giggle despite her determination to keep a straight face. It felt good to mess around like this. Just like the old days.

He let out a soft chuckle as he rose from his seat, causing the battered sofa to bounce and creak with the sudden lack of tension . He Walked towards one of the two darkened door ways behind the sorry excuse for a couch.
"Seriously, you can have the bed. I'll get the futon out and sleep out here. I don't mind." Kakashi stated with a slight chuckle in his voice as he sauntered into the dark doorway in the wall to the far left and flicking on a light to reveal the even smaller kitchen area.
It was at this point that Rin realised that Kakashi's humble abode had no windows that she could see. The idea of not being able to see day light was quite depressing, but never the less, Rin had begun to warm to the idea of staying. It would give them some time to get acquainted with each other again now that the process was already in full swing it would be a crying shame to put an abrupt stop to it. Kakashi halted in the kitchenette doorway and turned to face her crossing his legs and leaning lazily against the frame.
"Drink?" Kakashi questioned in his trademark nonchalant tone. Rin couldn't help the smile that was forcing its way into her lips, feeling it tugging at each corner of her mouth. He really was infectious, that was one thing about Hatake Kakashi that Rin had never forgotten. He always made her smile even if the effort was unintentional. She nodded her head at him briskly.
"I'll have a coffee, if you don't mind." Rin answered meekly as she hooked a stray strand of hair behin her ear. Nervous habits were hard to break and yet despite how conscious Rin was over her hair touching she was unable to help herself when the occasion called for it. She just hoped that Kakashi was just as ignorant to it as he seemed to be about her over all appearance.

He nodded thoughtfully, scratching at the base of his chin. Rin sighed quietly in relief. Seemed that he had never lost his own quirks of habit either.
"Sure, how do you take it?"
"I like my coffee how I like my men, you know that!"
"Oh? Sweet and weak it is then."
"You should know me better than that, Kakashi. Strong and bland is my flavour."
"Ah, strong and bland? Sounds a lot like me, don't you think?"

Rin snorted in response to Kakashi's delusional concept of himself as she got to her feet and sauntered over to the kitchenette just as Kakashi entered the brightly lit room.
Scanning the area quickly before entering she saw that the kitchen area wasn't as bad as she first thought.

Kakashi, given his gender, was surprisingly tidy. He was lazy, obnoxious at times, even rude to the point where he didn't care what others saw in him. (Her perception of him since walking through his apartment door had more than sealed her assumptions that he was still the same person as the one she had left behind.) But he was a stickler for cleanliness.
Everything in his home had its place. She liked that about him, Kakashi wasn't a slob like a lot of men she knew. This little factor meant that the kitchen was clean and tidy in every sense of the term. The room was pale yellow in colour, giving it a warm ambiance that was quite pleasant on the eyes, with matching work surfaces and cupboards bordering the tiny room. Even knowing that Kakashi was quite strict on his rules of housekeeping, she doubted very much that he had decorated the apartment. He was what one would call "pretty laid back" when it came to such things as d�cor.
"What do you think, Rin?" Kakashi called, turning to face her and resting his sleepy eye upon her form as he reached for a white electric kettle that was seated against the wall in front of him.

Rin gazed at him stupidly and shook her head slowly. Taking in such trivial details, such as the colour of the kitchen walls had caused her to forget what it was they were currently discussing.
"What do I think about what?"
"I said, strong and bland sounds a lot like me. Don't you agree?" Kakashi's voice held a tremor of humour and she noticed the slight grin on his lips widen dramatically as he turned away and flicked the switch on the kettle.

Rin thought about his question briefly before erupting into a loud burst of laughter. Her stomach knotted a little in the process as her guffaws turned into girlish giggles. What a stupid thing to say.
Was Kakashi seriously suggesting that he was her type? Indeed, he had once been the object of her affections and as her hormones had begun to take a hold over her way of thinking he had once been the primary subject in more than one of her sexual fantasies. He'd known about her obsession with him, and his indifference towards the situation had confirmed his lack of interest in perusing it. Hence she had never tried to press the matter upon him after being knowcked on her ass more than once.
She loved him, even now, like one would love a sibling. She always had, but her crush on the formidable Copy Ninja had petered out a long time ago. Having to come to terms with the fact that Kakashi didn't place her upon the same pedestal that she had positioned him all those years ago was a hurdle she had forced herself to jump. Kakashi was her friend, nothing more. Or so she liked to believe.
Wandering over to him, Rin planted a hand on his shoulder nearest to her while wrapping her other arm around him and squeezed slightly in a semi-embrace.
"Hatake Kakashi. You are anything but bland." She chortled.
**********
Sleeping on the couch wasn't exactly what Kakashi had expected when Rin turned up on his doorstep the night before. As they walked towards the training grounds of the village he could still feel the irritating crick in the back of his neck gnawing at the bone of his spine. No amount of stretching and twisting his head around his shoulders had relieved him of the painful twinges he would now experience for the remainder of the day.

The old battered sofa wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world even to sit on. Sleeping on it had been a bad idea and he had found himself staring at the ceiling in the middle of the night, longing for the comfort of his own bed. But still, he wasn't about to turf Rin out into the streets. It wasn't his style. Kakashi quite enjoyed the idea of being a gentleman, and what better way to prove his worth by sacrificing his own needs for the needs of someone that he still held close to his heart.
Rin, on the other hand, looked to have slept very well as she seemed to bounce with every step she took. Her eyes glinted with joy at each landmark they passed. She didn't say anything in particular during the journey, just merely pointed at random things and gasped in a child-like awe.

Kakashi found himself smiling each time she did this. He couldn't even begin to imagine how the nostalgia was effecting her but it seemed to be a very stimulating experience, which in turn lifted his own spirits in a way that he hadn't experienced for a very long time.
Neither of them had gotten much sleep the night previous, what with the conversation bouncing from him to her and then back again. Reminiscing about events long passed.
He had forgotten just how much he had missed her although thoughts of her had never ceased to torment him in the dark hours. He had never truly believed her to be dead despite his peers best efforts to convince him otherwise. Last night his confirmation had bared fruit. Once the initial shock of her return had subsided, Kakashi had never felt happier -or more to the point relieved, to have Rin back in his life. He had waited for this day to come for ten years and that day was finally here.He had to resist the urge to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
He had purposely positioned himself on Rin's left hand side as they sauntered through Konoha. With the sharingan covered, as it usually was when not in use, he would be able to see her fully from this vantage point without having to continuously move his head. He liked it much better this way as he was able to take in a lot of the small details that he had started to notice when she entered the apartment without making it too obvious to her.
Kakashi had felt incredibly stupid to begin with when he hadn't recognised his former team mate immediately when she had stood before him. Her features hadn't changed all that much aside from her obvious growth in age and certain other areas. He should have recognised her from the purple markings that still decorated her cheeks, but ten years was a long time and it was a detail that Kakashi simply hadn't thought about. However, she was still very much the Rin he remembered, only older and far more attractive than he recalled. Her hair was the first thing that he had noticed as soon as he had realised who she was. Kakashi always remembered Rin with the same short, cropped dark hair that made her look a little tomboyish, but now�
He couldn't quite believe that she was the same person, she looked stunning to say the very least. Needless to say that it felt good to see that she had been taking care of herself all these years. Kakashi had wanted to say so the previous night. But not having the experience in such small talk and feeling quite unstable with the sheer shock of the situation he had decided that perhaps it was best to say nothing at the risk of being disrespectful.
Kakashi shifted his sights towards her when he heard another one of her gasps of admiration. She was facing away from him, gazing at the strings of stores dedicated to weaponry and battle attire. This part of the village hadn't changed for decades, so Kakashi couldn't understand what all the fuss was about. Her reaction caused him to smile again regardless.
He liked the way she made him feel, warm and wanted again. He recalled that crushing sense of loss when he had returned from a short mission back in his Anbu days to find that Rin had simply disappeared from the face of the planet. The memory was not a pleasant one and he had no desire to dredge it back to surface of his mind so willed it back into the bowels from which it came.
Regarding his long lost companion again he found his sights being dragged back down towards those luscious heaving breasts she concealed within her shirt. Squeezing his eyes shut Kakashi turned away, pointing his gaze towards the cobbles skimming the soles of his sandals. He couldn't recall if Rin had ever been so well endowed in the T and A department the last time he had seen her. It had been so long ago. Never the less he was finding it very difficult to keep his eyes bay. She had been back in his life for a matter of mere hours, it wouldn't do to be thinking such unhealthy thoughts. But even so, Rin had blossomed into a beautiful woman and he would envy any man that had the good fortune to find his way into her heart. Surely there was nothing wrong with admiring her from afar?
Feeling a sudden tugging on his arm, Kakashi dragged himself from his dazed stupor and turned to face the culprit responsible for disturbing him mid thought. Rin gazed back at him, apprehension etched into her features yet her dark eyes still sparkled with an intense excitement that one could only associate with a child. Kakashi had seen this expression before and the nostalgia swarmed through his mind as old memories of Rin's nervous former self began to float to the surface. Although he had only been blessed with a few hours alone with her she had most definitely changed from the clingy creature she had once been. She held herself differently than he remembered. She stood taller, more proud and elegant than the days of old. He found that he liked that about her now. She seemed more confident within herself and it certainly showed on the surface. It was just the little things like the constant need to touch him to gain his attention that brought it all back to him. It was a pleasant sensation never the less. It was nice to remember� sometimes.
"Where are we going again?" She chirped as they strolled along the sidewalk.
"The training field. There's someone there that I would like you to meet," he said flatly shooting Rin another one of his sideways glances.

He saw her drop her eyes to the space between them as she linked her arm into his. Her expression was thoughtful as she seemed to regard the information.
"Are they important?" She questioned sheepishly.

Kakashi smiled at her innocent yet coy curiosity. The idea that she felt shy about meeting someone new was quite amusing. For a woman in her late twenties, Kakashi thought that Rin would have found a way to overcome her bashfulness. The evidence was clear to him that she hadn't.
"Well, they are to me," he stated, looking ahead of himself and spying two familiar figures slouching in the distance. He could never understand why they insisted on turning up on time. He always made the point of being excessively late and yet they always scolded him for doing so. After all this time they should be used to it by now.
Approaching the metallic wire gates of Training Field A, Kakashi unlinked his arm from Rin's grip and swung the gate open, allowing his female counterpart to enter before sauntering through himself.

Rin stopped dead, standing rigid on the spot as soon as she spotted both young Jounin's standing in the centre of the plain of grass. She turned to face Kakashi as he approached from behind just as the young girl of the duo made herself known.
"You said, six thirty, Kakashi-Sensei! Six-Thir-Ty! Not twelve forty five! We've been waiting for hours! Again! I think I have every right to tell you to shove your stupid training exercises where the sun doesn't shine!" Sakura squealed as she stomped over pointing her accusing finger at him. Kakashi sometimes wondered which part of the candy topped kunoichi was more powerful� her fists or her lungs.
The copy nin held up his hands defensively, stepping out in front of Rin and glancing over towards the other young member of his team.

Sasuke was leaning against one of the rock pinnacles that jutted from the moist ground. Arms folded and both eyes closed, a discontented scowl planted firmly on his face, Sasuke looked as interested in the situation as ever. Though the Uchiha had amended his broken path and come to his senses, his moods had hardly changed from when he was a twelve year old genin. Sasuke no longer believed himself to be invincible and his behaviour was no where near as reckless as it used to be. But his past still troubled him from time to time. Even so, he was a damn fine shinobi, he wasn't a bad person at heart; just mislead. Kakashi had felt incredibly honoured when Sasuke had sort refuge within his teachings when released from his incarceration upon his return to Konoha. The young man's hopes resting in rebuilding his derelict clan.
Sakura emitted an angered low pitched growl which dragged Kakashi's attention back to her. The young medic was now standing with her arms crossed over her chest and her bright green eyes were burning with rage. He was more than certain that she had been making her usual death threats towards him, barking them relentlessly at Sasuke as they had waited for him to show up. Perhaps his tardiness should be something that he worked on. Although Kakashi was aware that he was incredibly talented in his field, he also knew that he was notoriously unreliable when it came to his time keeping. Old habits die hard.
"Now, now, Sakura-Chan. That's no way to behave in front of our guest, is it?" Kakashi scolded lightly, bending over slightly with his hands on his hips in order to make eye contact with his former student.

All of his old team, Naruto included, still referred to Kakashi as "Sensei". He wasn't entirely sure why and had never asked but he liked to assume that it was a sign of respect for their old, eccentric tutor. He had been there for all three of them at some point during their time together, some of those times good, others not so good. But he had been there for them when they needed him, as he believed that they would return the favour if ever the occasion called for it. He would give his life to protect each one of them, and he trusted his life with them if ever it was placed in their hands.
Sakura twisted her mouth in distaste as Kakashi pinched his eyes closed in an amused grin. Making Sakura angry was one of the highlights of his day. She was so easy to tease, even now. Her expression of raw hatred was funny as hell, that was until she began to screech again.
"Don't patronise me, Sensei! Me and Sasuke have� wait ... What do you mean, guest?" Her crazed flurry of angry words complete with finger pointing was interrupted by her sudden hushed tone and curiosity. Her face took on a dazed, somewhat confused state as she leaned slightly to one side to see past Kakashi and spy this new person stood behind him.

He glanced back to see Rin standing awkwardly, plying the fabric of her shirt in her fingers. A slight blush, a heavenly flush of crimson, dusted her cheeks as she raised her hand and waved at the young, pink haired girl meekly. Kakashi felt a slight swell of relief in his belly. It was good to see that not everything about his old friend had changed so drastically. She was still as shy as she had ever been.
"Hello�" She murmured, curling her fingers into her palm mid wave. Kakashi winked at her as he straightened himself to see that glorious blush deepen in shade. She really was beautiful�
The Copy Nin turned his attention back to his team to see that Sasuke was also observing the new arrival with an innocent inquisitiveness that was rather refreshing to see from him. Clearing his throat in order to gain their attention, he beckoned Rin over with a slow wave of his hand. As she approached though slowly Kakashi planted his hand on her shoulder, squeezing ever so slightly in the hopes that it would put her at ease.
"Guy's, I would like you to meet my team mate, Rin. She will be joining us in our training session today. Be nice though, she has a lot of catching up to do."
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Kakashi casually sauntered up the stairs at his usual pace, one step at a time. His loyal orange companion clasped in his right hand and raised to eye level. No one would bother him if they thought his attention was planted solely within the pages of the book, this being his desired effect.
Having left Rin with Sakura and Sasuke at Ichiraku's after their very brief training session, all Kakashi wanted to do was go home. He needed to get away before he did or said something that would give him away altogether and at this stage he simply couldn't risk it. Rin had wanted to stay anyway, even to the point of complaining when Kakashi was about to make his leave despite him having no intensions of making her come back with him as much as he would have liked to. It was for the best that she stay put.
Rin had clicked with Sakura almost instantly, their similarities were astounding as well as their interests in the medical field. Sasuke didn't seem too interested in her, this wasn't a surprise but he had joined in the conversation between the two girls as and when he felt his opinion mattered. It was a huge relief to see that she fitted in with the remainder of his old team and it was good that she had put her shyness to one side and divulged in conversation with both of them. This part of the day had been pleasurable, the training itself was what had been the catalyst that triggered an emotion deep within himself that he had never felt before. Kakashi wasn't sure if he liked it even if the sensation itself was anything but hostile.
Blinking harshly at the novel before him, Kakashi tried his utmost to regain his focus. The images and the words on each page becoming blurred and difficult to translate in his head as his attention was being eaten up by the raging erection sustained from his sparring session with a certain dark eyed kunoichi. He needed to relieve himself, and quickly. He could feel each individual bead of sweat forming on his brow and he noticed the low pitched groan he was emitting from his throat unintentionally.
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest in time with the agonising throb in his groin which intensified his desperate need for release.
He was more than aware of his instant attraction to Rin had been since the nbight previous, but he couldn't believe how her raw power, mental stability and brute strength could turn him on quite so much. She was amazing, simply amazing in every sense of the term and Kakashi was struggling to get the picture of her, pounding her fists into the ground, causing it to shake and crumble beneath him out of his head. She looked so delicate, so fragile, dainty and elegant but she was so strong. It beggared belief and it made him want her all the more. Just thinking about her made him feel like he was losing his mind. This couldn't be happening, this shouldn't be happening. Not so soon, not at all.
Reaching the third floor of the complex, Kakashi peeked over the rim of his book, taking a quick glance over the floor of the hallway to find he was still alone and quickened his pace. Absently, he snapped the binds of his beloved book shut and crammed it back into his rear weapons pouch, unable to fain interest in it any longer. His apartment door seemed endlessly out of reach in the middle of the corridor and his guttural groans were quickly transforming into moans of discomfort. How thankful he was that there was no one around to see him like this.
Finally standing before the flaky green door, he fumbled in his pants pocket for his keys, trying with all his might to avoid making contact with his manhood which was now pulsing against his boxers. When in such a terrible state of arousal it didn't take much to set him off and he feared that if he didn't do something about it soon he was going to explode where he stood. Plucking the warm, metal key into his hand, Kakashi wrenched it out of his pocket and forced it into the lock giving a swift flick of his wrist. The door flew open as the throbbing sensation in his pants grew hotter by the second to the point where it was becoming painful. He bolted through the door, swinging his leg behind him and slamming it shut with his foot before darting across the lounge and into the bathroom.
After entering the small wash room, Kakashi backed into the door, closing it as he rested the back of his head against the wooden panel. He felt completely breathless and totally out of control as he frantically fumbled with his belt and zipper of his pants. He never recalled feeling like this before.
Masturbation was an act he enjoyed partaking in on a regular basis. It was natural to stimulate ones self when needs must and he saw no shame in it. This, however, was completely different. It was dishonourable and disloyal to think of Rin in such a way. She had only been back in his life for one day after ten years apart and already he was fantasising about her. All he found able to think about was undressing her, feeling her wrapping her luscious curvy thighs around his waist as he took her in his bed. It was wrong, so wrong and disgusting on so many levels but the more he tried to blot it out of his mind the more intense his cravings for her became.
He stumbled towards the toilet, forcing his hand into his boxers, pulling out his hard cock and resting his free arm across the top of the cistern. Kakashi had absently thought about a cold shower to eliminate his hard on, but this way was quicker, easier, and far less uncomfortable than having freezing cold water pelting at his body.
Unable to hold back any longer he began to pump his hand wrapped around his shaft furiously, gritting his teeth in an attempt to curb his moans of pleasure. He shouldn't be enjoying this but he was.
His cock was already soaked in pre-cum which intensified the sensation tenfold as he felt it running over his fingers and hearing the plinks as it dripped into the porcelain basin. Kakashi squeezed his eyes closed, resting his forehead against his arm still draped over the cistern. He was close, so very close and it felt so good.
He could see her. In his minds eye he could see her glossy dark hair shrouding the pillows beneath her head. Her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy, her hazel eyes rolling to the back of their sockets in white hot pleasure as she cried out for more, more, more. Those juicy breasts, bouncing with each thrust, arching her back and forcing him in deeper as he fucked her good and hard. He could feel her. He could feel her hot, soaking sex clamping around him, each sudden shunt of her hips into his driving him deeper into her core.
"F-fuck� oh, fuck�" His voice, a mere whine, feeling his hot seed driving to the surface as he relentlessly pounded himself into his hand in his desperate lust for climax. Kakashi twisted his fingers into his dishevelled hair, pulling violently almost to the point of ripping the strands from his scalp as he erupted into orgasm.

His seed gushed into the basin like a jet spray as his legs began to give way causing his knees to knock together in an attempt to keep him upright. His entire body began to shake as the boiling heat shot through him in a soaking downpour of euphoria while he came into the basin at his feet.
He opened his mouth to scream but his body, wracked with an intense pleasure he had never felt before, made him breathless. Only managing a high pitched whine, he thrust his hips twice more to expel as much come as he could as he released his hair and reached clumsily for the toilet tissues on the roller to the side of him. Ripping a hand full of the tissues from the roll, Kakashi proceeded to clean himself up as he stood looking down at himself, gasping for breath, painful whimpers escaping his throat with each whoop of air he dragged into his lungs.
Never before had he reached orgasm in such an intense, extraordinary way. Usually his fantasies revolved around the young woman illustrated within the pages of Icha Icha, even while he slept with other women, he would always think about Junko. The sex was always good, nice even, as a result. But this was something else. Kakashi had never had any particular interest in any particular woman but he wanted Rin. He needed her, needed to take her, pleasure her, hear her calling his name into the darkness as she dragged her nails along his back.
And yet, that shameful recollection of his vow to his dead friend pounded at his skull. He couldn't have her because she belonged to someone else. Zipping up his pants and re-adjusting his belt, Kakashi backed away from the toilet on legs that didn't feel like his own and rested his back against the door. He was still panting as he slid down the wooden panel, allowing his body to give way as his backside collided with the freezing tiled floor. Bowing his head he forced his fingers through his hair before dragging them back over his face, pulling painfully at the flesh beneath each eye in a frail attempt to hide the shame he was currently feeling.
He knew he was digging himself into a deep hole, and he had no idea how he was going to get out of it.
How was he going to handle being under the same roof as Rin for the foreseeable future? Secretly, he hoped that she found a place of her own as soon as possible. He would help her if needs be, just for the sake of his sanity. Perhaps his lust for her would pass as soon as it had surfaced but Kakashi wasn't too sure�
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