Gossip | By : emeraldfire84 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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This story contains adult situations. Yes, you know what I mean. Anyone younger than 18 should scram!
Hello again. I was incredibly busy this weekend but I managed to squeeze out another chapter. It’s a little longer than the last two. Enjoy!
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Gossip
Kakashi embraced the familiar scents of stale cigarette smoke and liquor as he entered the bar. Konoha had several such establishments but this particular place was the one the village shinobi seemed to flock to. It was also the one in which women looking to bed a shinobi came.
Usually Kakashi’s sole purpose for coming here was to knock a few back with friends and unwind, but tonight, he had a different goal in mind. He had even gone so far as to abandon his usual uniform for a form fitting long sleeved shirt made from a slinky black material and some nicer pants of a similar color. His mask was firmly in place of course but that never seemed to be a problem when searching for woman. To the contrary, they seemed mystified by it and sought to find out exactly what lay beneath it, a curiosity that often led them straight to his bedroom.
The elite ninja scanned the crowds and was pleased to see that none of his close friends were present. When he picked up women in bars, it was usually outside of Konoha. That eliminated a lot of future problems when said woman decided she wanted more from him than just a roll in the sheets. However, gossiping words had motivated him to try his luck on the home front, so he casually walked to the bar and took the first unoccupied seat.
Kakashi’s eyes roamed over the crowds again and found very few people he knew. While there was nothing wrong with picking up a woman, he preferred not to do it under his friends’ scrutiny. Unfortunately for him, single and attractive woman seemed to be in short supply as well.
The Copy nin ordered himself a drink while he people watched casually. The night was still young. There was still plenty of time for his woman to make an appearance. Maybe he would get lucky and she would be a visitor from another village. The fewer ties he would have to her later, the better.
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Kakashi had just finished his fourth drink and still no candidates had appeared. The only women to show up either had dates or had reputations for being walking venereal diseases and Kakashi was in no mood to play Russian roulette. He was considering accepting defeat and going home when he heard feminine giggles coming from the doorway.
Kakashi swiveled a little on his stool, keeping the bar’s entry in his peripheral vision so it wouldn’t look like he was staring. However his view was interrupted by a portly gentleman who had decided to converse with a friend in the middle of the room, effectively blocking out everything between Kakashi and the door.
The shinobi cursed under his breath and tried to nonchalantly reposition himself for a better view without being too obvious. He was able to glimpse a black sandled foot with purple painted toenails that was attached to a long, shapely leg. The foot wear looked like it might be shinobi regulation so he could only guess it was a kunoichi, and judging by the muscle definition her calf, a very fit one at that.
He was waiting for the rest of her body to come into view when a hand clapped him heavily on the shoulder.
“Kakashi, I didn’t expect to see you here.”
The mask wearing man turned his head to nearly have his visible eye poked out by the long senbon protruding from his friend’s mouth.
“Hello Genma, I guess I can’t really say the same for you. If you don’t already have a date, you’re here trying to get one.”
Genma gave a feral smile around the piece of metal between his teeth.
“Hey, I’m just here people watching and having a few drinks while I’m at it, but you…”
“What about me?” Kakashi growled, trying to locate the owner of the purple toenails in the crowd.
Genma’s smile faded as he looked over Kakashi seriously.
“Word has been going around that you don’t care much for women these days, that those books of yours seem to be enough.”
“What?!” Kakashi exclaimed, snapping his attention back to the man as he took a seat on the stool next to him. “Where did you hear that?”
“That’s the rumor going around. Think I heard it when walking through the hospital. It’s not true is it? Because I think I’d have to disown you as a friend if you’ve given up on bedding women.”
“Of course it’s not true!” the silver haired man hissed, trying to keep his voice down after his outburst even though nobody seemed to notice. “Why do you think I’m here you idiot?”
Kakashi had a pretty good idea of where that particular rumor had originated from and tried to reel in the urge of stalking off to hunt her down so he could strangle her. Instead, he finished his current drink in one swallow and fixed his visible eye on Genma.
“I came here look looking for company but it seems the pickings tonight are rather slim.”
The senbon sucker let his eyes sweep over the crowd before fixating on a woman in the corner.
With a grin he said, “Well, Sakura is here. If you get too desperate, you could always ask her to help you out.”
Kakashi followed his friend’s gaze and sure enough, there she was, still in her red top and pale pink skirt. The Copy nin frowned. When had SHE gotten here? He was surprised he had missed her entrance. From her animated hand gestures it was clear she was talking to someone but from Kakashi’s viewpoint, he couldn’t see who it was.
“Genma, you are gravely mistaking if you think I’m dumb or desperate enough to try and start relations with my former student.”
The brown haired man shrugged.
“I would go proposition her myself but last time I asked, she gave me a punch to my face that nearly knocked my teeth out. Although if you think about it, a woman like that has GOT to be wild in bed, don’t you think?
“You’re disgusting.” Was all Kakashi said before standing up. All the alcohol he had consumed had made its way through his system to his bladder.
“Hey where are you going?” Genma practically whined.
“To piss.”
Kakashi didn’t even glance back at his friend as he made his way through the masses to the dark hallway at the far side of the bar. The corridor made a sharp right turn and a single door was located at the end.
Thankfully, the single toilet was unoccupied and Kakashi went about his business, Genma’s words repeating in his head.
So the loudmouthed blonde had started spreading rumors about him had she? In a way Kakashi wasn’t surprised. Ino had been the strongest link in the gossip chain while working at her family’s flower shop. It was only natural she would continue at the hospital. Still it angered him that the two of them had barely spoken and yet she thought she could make such presumptuous deductions about his sex life…or lack there of.
Kakashi cranked on the water viciously and washed his hands.
Why was he letting such a silly thing get under his skin? Ino was no threat. She was just a stupid girl with too much time on her hands.
That didn’t stop the fact that if he saw her on the street he’d be too glad to throttle her.
Switching off the light, Kakashi made his way back down the hall, hands stuffed in his pockets, back hunched, staring at the floor. He was so busy brooding that his guard dropped momentarily, just long enough for him to crash into a woman coming form the opposite direction.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”
“No, it’s my fault. I was…”
Her voice trailed off as their eyes met and they realized just who it was they had run into.
Kakashi’s eye narrowed as he took in long blonde hair, purple material and aquamarine eyes.
“Ino.” He said tightly, his hands clenching into fists in his pockets.
“Kakashi sensei.” She said with a smile too sweet to be genuine.
For a moment, a fleeting thought passed through the older man’s head about what it would be like to deck her and wipe that fake smile right off her face. Instead he just gave her a short nod.
“Here with Sakura I presume?”
“Yeah, I managed to drag her here and away from all those stupid medical books.” She said, tossing her head to move a stray piece of pale hair from her eyes.
Kakashi absently wondered how she managed to keep smelling like flowers even when she spent her whole day in a facility that reeked of antiseptic but before he could dwell on the thought, he pushed it away.
“And what about YOU Kakashi sensei? Why are you here?”
“Kakashi will suffice. I was never your sensei.” He replied a little harsher than he meant to and immediately berated himself for letting this woman get under her skin. He took a moment to calm himself and continued.
“I would think it would be obvious to you why any single man comes to a bar Ino. Surely I don’t have to explain that.”
The shinobi side stepped around the petite kunoichi and began walking back to the main room. He had only taken a step or two when her voice reached his ears, her smugness hardly containable.
“Well from what I hear, a library would be better suited for YOUR tastes.”
Kakashi slowly turned around, fixing the pretty little blonde with his one-eyed stare. His voice was dangerously low when he spoke.
“And what is THAT supposed to mean? Or maybe you’d like to make up a rumor to answer that as well.”
Ino met his gaze evenly. The blonde kunoichi had secretly been fascinated with her best friend’s sensei for some time. She didn’t harbor sexual feelings or even a mild attraction towards the older man, just a burning curiosity to find out what was under the mask and in his head. Even Sakura admitted that she knew very little about her teacher, despite all the years they had spent together and the purple clad ninja had taken it upon herself to make his business her business. She couldn’t help but speculate as to why he always had a little orange book in hand and apparently her theories had gotten back to the masked man. She wasn’t sure how he had traced them to her but figured an elite ninja would have his ways. Now that she had his attention, she figured she might as well tease him a little and try to get a rise out of him. After all her years under Azuma’s tutelage, she had learned a thing or two about dealing with older men.
She crossed her arms over her bosom, ignoring his accusations completely, sitting into her right hip and unintentionally presenting her straitened left leg, the bare skin interrupted only by the band of opaque fishnet that covered from lower thigh to upper calf and her ankle high sandals.
Kakashi found his eyes roaming her flesh without his permission, taking in the shapely leg from her hip all the way down to painted purple toenails.
At this discovery, the shinobi had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from cursing. So it was HER leg he had been ogling when she walked in, that he was ogling now. Although he had to admit, Sakura’s obnoxious friend was nicely put together. Her hips were softly curving, her waist narrow, her bust generous and her face resembled that of a model’s, if it weren’t for the cunning and calculating eyes. Hell, Kakashi might have even found her good-looking until she opened her mouth. Her haughty attitude and self assured voice grated on his nerves and shattered any thoughts of attraction the Copy nin might have had as she responded to him.
“Well, word on the street is that you don’t do so well with women and prefer books to keep you company.
Kakashi felt his jaw clench in anger. The only reason the word was on the street in the first place was because it had originally come from her mouth! He stared intensely into her teal eyes and took one slow, deliberate step towards her, followed by another.
“And why would you think that?” he said, his voice still dangerously low.
“It’s logical I guess.” Ino said, trying to keep up a brave front even though she felt a little intimidated by the tall shinobi looming over her. He added another couple inches to his height when he actually stood up straight. “Most people in Konoha have never seen you with a real woman before, but hardly a day goes by when you aren’t walking around in public with a dirty romance novel in your hand.”
Ino could see Kakashi’s eye had hardened, the obsidian orb fixated on her. The intensity of his stare was starting to make her uncomfortable but her pride refused to acknowledge that she was in over her head.
“Countless events go on every day without you being aware of it Ino.” The shinobi answered, looking down at her petite form. “Just because you don’t know about it doesn’t mean it never happened.”
Even in the face of one of Konoha’s deadliest ninjas, the blonde couldn’t suppress a smirk, or the smartass reply that followed it.
“Maybe so, but in this case, I think I’m correct in saying you haven’t been able to snag a woman for quite some time.”
With that, Ino turned on her heel and continued down the hall towards her original destination of the bathroom, ensuring that she would be the one to have the last word. Kakashi stared after her, momentarily in shock at her boldness but the next words she mumbled under her breath snapped him out of it.
“Even if you DID find a woman, you probably wouldn’t know what to do with her.”
Without thinking, Kakashi stepped forward, grabbed her roughly by the wrist and pulled her around until her back hit the wall, instantly pressing in to close the space between them.
The older man looked down and was pleased to find Ino’s eyes were wide with surprise. If she thought he was going to let her get away with that jab, she had better think again.
“Would you care to repeat that?” he growled, planting a hand firmly on the wall on either side of her head, effectively caging her in.
“W-what are you talking about?”
The kunoichi was caught off guard by suddenly being flat against the wall. Kakashi was so close she could feel the heat radiating off the older man’s body.
“I have better hearing than you would like to think Ino. Take back what you said.”
The elite jounin found himself staring at her parted pink lips. The looked so full and soft and he could feel her lithe body trapped between his own and the wall. If he moved just a little closer, they would be touching, her chest pressed to his.
Even though he knew these were the last thoughts he should be having, he couldn’t drag his gaze away from her lips as she replied.
“Why should I? It’s true isn’t it? I wouldn’t be surprised if the only experience you have with women is what you read in those stupid books. Not all woman fall to pieces the second a man touches them. Sometimes it actually requires skill and—”
Kakashi had had enough, enough of her attitude, enough of her voice, and enough of watching those pale pink lips without tasting them. Without thinking, he tore down his mask and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that was almost bruising, effectively silencing her mid sentence and putting an end to both her attitude and her babbling.
Ino was too shocked to even move. Her entire body was pressed harder against the wall as his body molded to hers. His skin was hot and there was a scent about him reminded her of pine and earth and wind, a smell that was masculine and not at all unpleasant, especially in comparison to her own sensei who had smelled of nothing but cigarette smoke.
Despite the mind numbing sensation of his lips crushed to hers, the blonde medic managed to regain enough of her senses to plant her hands on his chest and try and push him away. It was true she usually went for older, more mature men but there was no way in hell she was going to get involved with Kakashi.
The Copy nin felt her feeble attempts at escape but had no intentions of letting her go so easy. As he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, he brought a knee up and pressed against the juncture of her legs smirking at the gasp it earned him.
Instantly he pushed his tongue into her mouth as her lips parted and began to explore every inch of her, even as she remained unresponsive. He dragged his tongue over her teeth and along the roof of her mouth, and even stroked her stationary tongue with his own, taking in the sweet taste of her as he continued to rhythmically rub her core with his knee.
Ino was by no means inexperienced, but she had never before felt like she did now. Her head was spinning as he assaulted her mouth, plundering her with his tongue as he ground his knee against he most sensitive place. A whimper escaped her as she felt her center turn liquid and molten as she responded to his touches, the hands on his chest fisting in his shirt helplessly, no longer pushing him away.
The scent of flowers once again permeated Kakashi’s nostrils. Her sweet scent and taste were intoxicating and what had started out as a plan to both shut her up and prove her theory wrong had quickly turned into something else entirely. Her supple body called to him and he had half a mind to drag her down the hall and into the bathroom so he could show her just how wrong she had been in assuming he was incompetent when it came to women. He was just about to pull away and proposition her when a voice called out from around the corner.
“Ino? Ino are you back here?”
Cursing, Kakashi pulled away and jerked his mask up over his nose just before Sakura appeared around the corner.
“Ino! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for—oh! Hey Kakashi sensei. I didn’t know you were here. Um…what are you doing with Ino?”
Her friend was still pressed against the wall and it was only by sheer will power alone that she was able to keep herself upright. The searing kiss had left her legs feeling like jelly and it took all her concentration to force herself to breathe steadily and not in ragged little gasps.
“It appears your friend has a low tolerance for alcohol. I was coming back from the bathroom and found her looking a little woozy. I just wanted to make sure she was all right.”
Sakura’s brow furrowed as she looked at her teal eyed friend.
“Really? I never knew you were such a lightweight. Are you ok now?”
Ino nodded breathlessly, praising the gods above that Kakashi was so good at making up stories. She knew if Sakura found out about what had just transpired between the two of them, the blonde would never live it down.
The Copy nin watched the pair of medic ninjas disappear around the corner before pinching the bridge of his nose to keep himself from beating his head against the wall. What the hell was wrong with him?! The consequences if they had been caught were not to be taken lightly. His reputation as well as the respect of the village would have sustained incredible damage if word got out that he had hooked up with someone over a decade younger. The fact that she was a close friend of his former student and he was going to seduce her in a bar bathroom was even worse. How could he have let himself do something so stupid?
Kakashi decided he had better get the hell out of the bar before he did something else equally idiotic.
Walking back into the chaos of smoke and alcohol, he made a beeline for the door. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Genma had managed to lure one of the supposedly disease carrying women he had seen earlier and was currently trying to seduce her. Kakashi smirked at the stupid move until he realized that even THAT would have been better than hooking up with his student’s best friend in the hallway.
The shinobi emerged into the cool night, hoping the clear air would filter into his brain and clear his head. Yet as he walked back to his apartment, serenaded by crickets and cicadas, his mind grew more and more jumbled with every step he took, all thanks to a certain kunoichi with purple toenails.
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And there you have chapter 3! You guys were all waiting for the smut weren’t you? Well, you’ll have to wait a little longer but it will come eventually!
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