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Sacrificial Beauty	By : tillean Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2373 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: In Earnest
Almost an hour after Kakashi had gathered the energy to pick them both off the floor; Sakura found herself relaxing her sore, never-before-used muscles in his bathtub, filled with scalding hot water that came within an inch of boiling her. Not that Sakura was complaining.
Kakashi had taken a shower after lying her down on his overly comfy bed, and then run the bath for her. She had been surprised that he had thought of something so comforting for her. He had, after all, said that she was his first virgin; so did it really make sense that he would know what she really needed right now?
Probably not, but he wasn’t a genius for nothing. Even still, after a good ten minutes of basking in the almost unbearable heat of the water Sakura had found her mood turning sour.
The moment Kakashi had spoken her false identities name into her hair Sakura had finally, fully grasped what ‘at all times’ meant. It had been an unpleasant understanding. Not so much because she wanted him to call her name during sex, or that she felt cheated on, or anything else so naive. She just wanted the acknowledgement for herself.
It sounded stupid to even think it… but Kakashi had always been so sparing with his compliments that she wanted the acknowledgement, even if it was for something like being able to handle her first encounter with anal sex…
Sakura groaned at how pathetic that sounded but didn’t even bother trying to lie to herself, she really was the type of person who got jealous over compliments.
Sakura forced herself not to react when Kakashi entered the bathroom without knocking. Since he’d already seen everything she just stayed as she was, attempting to relax against the back of the tub with her arm propped up on either side holding her up. She didn’t react when she noticed Kakashi appreciate her breasts floating in the water, and was mostly successful in beating down the blush threatening to take over her face as she turned her attention away slightly.
When she heard him sit on the toilet seat, just behind her and to the right she looked back at him. He was fully clothed in his usual jounin pants and fitted top with attached mask, looking as if nothing at all unusual had happened in the last day. It irritated her.
“Are you ever going to take off more than your pants Kakashi? Don’t you think it will seem suspicious if you never take off your mask or clothing for your lover?” Kakashi smiled at her benignly.
“If the situation calls for it. Remember though, you’re not my lover, you’re my victim.” He chuckled as Sakura scoffed.
“My persona doesn’t think she’s a victim, wouldn’t any girl in love wonder why their lover won’t even kiss them?” Before Kakashi could argue she cut him off again. “I understand trying to maintain our personal distance Kakashi, but seriously, if I’m going to keep my cover I need a logical reason for NOT minding such things. Cause I’ll tell you right now, if I were really your lover I wouldn’t put up with it.”
Kakashi winced a bit at her words before building his rebuttal. “You’re NOT my lover though, Saki is; and I’m quite sure she’s too timid to argue the point.” Sakura rolled her eyes at his supposed ‘logic.’
“She might not fight you on it, but she would be hurt. Girls that age can be sensitive you know…” And he did know.
Kakashi could still look back and remember the dark cloud that would pass over Sakura every time Sasuke denied her requests for dates. She seemed to shrug it off and be ready to ask again the next day, but each time he walked away it took her longer to recover. It wasn’t the type of pain that was easy to fake.
With a sigh Kakashi rubbed his temple in frustration. “Can’t we just say that I’m really ugly?” Sakura laughed and poked him in the forehead.
“Not unless you can ABSOLUTELY guarantee not to allow any of them to see you either.” At his glare she sighed and settled back in the tub again. “Come on Kakashi, it can’t be that bad.”
For a long while Kakashi said nothing, immersing himself in his thoughts as Sakura sunk below the water. He watched her as she emerged and began running soap over her body. He had reasons not to let her see his face, and though they may seem unfounded to Sakura, who had been a virgin less than twelve hours ago; they were wholly based in experience.
No, he couldn’t play this game with her when things were going to be bad enough already.
“No good.” Sakura looked at him curiously as she scrubbed the sweat from her body.
“Hm?” He shook his head again.
“Saki’s just going to have to be hurt then; I’ll come up with my own reasons if anyone else asks, but the mask stays on.” Sakura looked at him blankly, analyzing how far she could push it before shrugging.
“What about the rest of it?” For a second Kakashi didn’t know what she was talking about.
“Rest?” Sakura rolled her eyes as she stopped looking at him to rinse the soap from her chest and arms.
“Your clothes. Are you going to be fully clothed at all times too?” Her tone was serious, but he could see a hint of a mocking smile on her lips, and after a moment he shrugged.
“I generally sleep without my shirt on, and so long as the mask stays on I don’t particularly care whether I’m naked or not. It just hasn’t been necessary yet.” Sakura rolled her eyes at this.
“Is foreplay always one sided for you then?” Kakashi actually felt the need to fight down his own blush at her offhandedly-bold question.
“That’s not…”
“But it is.” Sakura cut him off. “Saki can’t just lie there like a doll doing nothing, if it’s supposed to be that type of relationship then you’ll have to beat me to excuse my inaction.” Her eyes bore into him coldly. “Stop trying to make my job harder just to make your life easier Kakashi. Keep your damn mask on if you need your little security blanket so badly, but don’t sabotage the mission just so you can pretend I’m not physically attracted to you.”
Kakashi’s eyes bugged out a little bit at her words and Sakura fought to hold back the blush that threatened to cover her cheeks as she looked down at the soapy water. “It’s a little late for that, ne?”
The tension in the room hung for long moments before Kakashi sighed; and to keep her from saying something else to make him feel like an ass, he leaned forward and began to rub her shoulders. “Okay Sakura, point taken.”
Sakura couldn’t respond with more than an appreciative moan as his fingers dug into a knot she didn’t even know was there and released it. He smiled as his fingers found another knot and dug into it as well. For the next fifteen minutes he repeated the process, robbing her body of the tension that had built up while Sakura moaned, and winced, and then sagged contentedly after he finished.
“That was better than sex…”
The feeling of his eyes boring into her caused Sakura to turn and look at him. Kakashi’s raised brow made her realize exactly what she had just said and she blushed as she attempted to amend herself. “I mean… not better, but good…”
Her face went horribly red with embarrassment, which served to cause her to become angry with herself. “Geez, it’s just an expression!”
Kakashi smiled benignly, not bothering to avoid the wave of water she sloshed at him. “Hmm, glad to know I’m not losing my touch.” Sakura’s eye twitched but she forced herself not to respond to him, instead simply sinking back into the now lukewarm water and close her eyes.
Kakashi stood and walked to the door, throwing over his shoulder, “don’t fall asleep in the tub.”
Sakura stuck her tongue out at the closing door and sat back to think. She was relieved. The greatest fear Sakura had had about this whole thing had been that she would become infatuated with her partner, which was one of the reasons she had chosen Kakashi; but she had still been worried. Nothing was different though… well except that she didn’t care if he saw her naked and was actually enjoying having sex with him… but the way they interacted was the same.
Thinking back Sakura could remember when he had treated her as little more than a lovesick child, but then she had been back then. For quite a while she had thought he was neglecting her training in favor of the boys because she was weak or less than them in some way, but eventually she came to see that he wasn’t neglecting her; she was neglecting him.
Kakashi focused on the boys because they came to him eager to learn anything he could teach them. Sakura on the other hand had been content to watch her precious Sasuke.
Sasuke… it struck her that it had been a long time since she had allowed herself to think about the man she had once made the center of all her hopes and dreams. They had heard of Orochimaru’s death almost a year ago and Itachi’s only six months ago, but Sasuke had never returned.
Sakura had acknowledged to herself a while ago that what she had felt for him had been a combination of admiration and infatuation, not love; but that didn’t change the fact that she was worried about him. Whatever else, Sasuke was like part of her family, and you didn’t forget your family, even if they forgot about you.
Sakura tried not to think about her actual family too often either. As civilians it had always been hard for them to accept or even understand some of the choices Sakura made. They were proud of her for becoming one of the elite, but they still felt that she was a child. She tried to explain that she had been through and done more in the last five years than a normal twenty-year-old civilian, but they had seen her logic as the excuses of a stubborn teenager.
And it didn’t help matters that since she had become a chuunin her parents no longer had any legal say over her life, only what control she chose to give them…
The last time her parents had even really spoken to her had been when she said she was moving into an apartment that was closer to the hospital. The resulting argument had been monumental. The infamous Haruno temper was something she had inherited from her father, and there hadn’t been a soul in a four block radius of her parents house that didn’t know Sakura was not allowed even to visit, without having first accepted their rules.
Being ignored by her parents for the last month and a half had been hard, but Sakura was enough like her father to refuse to give in so easily. Sure, sometimes she wanted to lay her head on her mother’s lap as her soft fingers ran through Sakura’s hair; or even have a heated debate over the state of the world with her father… but she wasn’t going to admit that when it was they who had cut her out of their lives.
Sakura was too busy most of the time to think about such things anyway. Between shifts at the hospital, missions, and training, Sakura was almost never sitting still long enough to worry about how isolated she had become. Of course she still had plenty of friends, and her teammates… ex-teammates who she considered to be like family. (Even the ever-infuriating Sai!) But everyone else was just as busy as she was, and even the occasional nights out with Ino had dwindled down to once every other week. It was almost pathetic.
A long sigh escaped her as she stood up from the rapidly cooling water. Looking around the tidy bathroom Sakura was pleased to see that Kakashi had left a fresh towel on the toilet seat for her. It made her want to laugh, Kakashi seemed to be methodical in everything he did… he just didn’t want people to see that about him.
His weird compulsion to put things in their place, or (like in the case of her towel) where they needed to be, was simply a part of who he was. Nothing worth fretting over.
But still… it made her smile.
After rubbing the last of the water from her body Sakura dressed herself in the clothes she had brought in with her. (Really the same outfit she had been wearing, just with a clean pair of panties.) It took her a couple minutes to wrap the breast bindings tight enough, but she managed to do so with a little more deftness than the last time.
She double-checked that everything was in its place when she finished before opening the door and heading towards the bedroom to hopefully get a few more hours of sleep. It was going to be a long morning.

Kakashi sat on his couch waiting for the previously pink haired kunoichi to finish her bath while he contemplated just how hard this mission was going to be. In all practical senses he thought the mission would be a success, but he was worried. What worried him was that the second time they had had sex Kakashi had felt the need to imagine her as she had been that afternoon, herself.
He was worried about what this could mean when they returned.
Almost since his first ‘optional’ mission Kakashi had had the rule of taking the women from behind unless it was necessary to do otherwise. The image of a woman in climax was one that clung to his brain and taunted him for months or even years, making it significantly more difficult to act normal around them when the mission was over.
But what really worried Kakashi was that he hadn’t been able to make himself hard until he had closed his eyes and imagined her as she had been that afternoon. Relying on the smell of her hair and sound of her hitched breathing to paint a complete picture in his mind.
The memory of introducing Sakura to the pleasures of the flesh had been enough to last the rest of the encounter, but if he had to continue to do so he was worried it would become a habit he would come to rely on, but what else could he do?
He was jerked from his morose thoughts by the sound of the bathroom door opening. When she didn’t enter the living room he walked down the short hall to his bedroom just in time to see her crawl under the warm quilt on his bed. He looked down at her for a moment, making a decision within himself that he dearly hoped would save him from her.
“Saki.” After a moment her leaf green eyes opened and looked up at him with timid warmth.
“Hai sensei?” His eyes trailed over child-like appearance, focusing on the parts of her that would always make him think of her in her normal state.
Her delicate hands that remained unscarred despite everything she had put them through, her forehead that only she seemed to think was overly large, and her eyes… eyes that would haunt him if he weren’t careful.
“I’m going to set the alarm for seven. We’ll have breakfast before concluding our lessons.” Her eyes seemed to get a little larger as if she were surprised and he would almost swear that her blush was real as she gave him that same timid smile.
“Hai.” With that she closed her eyes again, not moving a muscle as he took off his shirt (leaving the mask on) and climbed into bed beside her, pulling her back against his chest and breathing deeply of her hair.
“Goodnight Saki.” Her soft hands overlapped his on her stomach and she pulled him just the slightest bit closer.
“Goodnight sensei.”

Standing impatiently outside the Hokage’s office Genma noted than nine am had come far sooner than he would have liked. Maybe it was because he was about to tarnish a good friend’s name… but more likely it was because it had taken him most of the night to break into Anbu and steal the uniform he was now wearing, leaving him almost no time to sleep.
Either way, when the clock chimed nine am he did his best impression of an Anbu in his silent, yet instant entry of Tsunade’s office. Just to the right of him in the windowed office stood a neko faced Anbu with perfect posture staring directly ahead. Turning his head back around to find a cold sober and serious looking Tsunade Genma found himself straitening slightly as well.
“There is a man currently hiding in Rock Country with information we need.” With a flick of her wrist a scroll came flying and the neko masked man caught it easily. “The details you’ll need are there…” Her face suddenly became more annoyed. “Your leader should have been here by now, but since Hatake has decided to sleep in I suggest you wake him yourselves. I have no patience for the man this morning.”
Genma and the real Anbu bowed before disappearing from her office in a cloud of smoke. As they reappeared outside and began their journey over the rooftops towards Kakashi’s apartment Genma made a mental note that Tsunade could lie easily with the best of them. He already knew from experience that she could detect a lie as easily… most of the time in any case.
As far as Genma knew Kakashi was the only person who could look her strait in the eye and lie convincingly, but Genma was also pretty sure that Kakashi had done that only once, so maybe it was really just a fluke…
His musing ended as they landed on the roof of said nin’s building and walked over the edge, gripping the outer wall with chakra laden feet as they made their way to his living room window.
It took nothing to open the window as Kakashi kept them unlocked while he was home for instances like this. The first thing Genma noticed was the smell of miso soup and rice, (which made him remember that he had yet to eat today) but as he looked around the pristine living room and kitchen he could find no sign of anything out of place.
The second thing he noticed was a low, unmistakably sexual moan coming from the Copy nin’s bedroom. Even knowing what he was going to be walking in on Genma managed to sound reasonably disgusted that this was the latest reason for Kakashi’s tardiness with a snort as he headed for the bedroom, followed after a second by the slightly surprised Anbu.
He opened the door neither too quietly for the Copy nin not to hear, nor too loudly to force his attention and stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway. Genma didn’t have to fake the shocked tensing of his muscles or catch in his breath, he hadn’t expected what he was seeing.
Kakashi sat at the end of his bed with his right shoulder facing the door, giving his visitors a perfect view of the girl who Genma had been told was Sakura going down on him. His fingers were buried in short black hair, guiding the girl’s head as it bobbed up and down in his lap. The girl in question was on her knees before him, gripping his thighs in small soft hands.
Genma didn’t move when he was nudged by the Anbu behind him, forcing the man to poke his head over Genma’s shoulder to see. He didn’t seem as shocked by the sight of a naked except for his mask Kakashi getting a seemingly fabulous blowjob (if his complete inattention was any indicator) by a fully clothed girl as he pushed his way into the room.
“Hatake.” For a moment everything seemed to move in slow motion. As Kakashi looked over at them the girl drew her head up slowly, emerald green eyes fogged over and confused by the intruders. After her eyes focused on them they went wide and everything sped back up as she leapt back with a squeak.
“Saki!” All attention was focused on Genma at his shout. He turned fully to a now standing Copy-nin sporting a pair of black pants. (When did he have time to put those on?) “Bastard!”
Genma lunged at Kakashi with the intention to punch him though a wall. “She’s only a gennin you sick fuck!” Kakashi caught his fist easily and threw him into the wall he had previously been facing.
The girl (Genma still wasn’t convinced she was actually Sakura) squeaked again and cowered in the corner furthest from the combatants as Genma forced himself to attack Kakashi again, this time with a kunai.

‘Well, this is awkward…’ Kakashi couldn’t contain the thought as he sat at the edge of his bed with Sakura kneeling before him trying her best to give him a blowjob… trying being the operative word.
The morning had started nicely he reflected briefly. Kakashi had woken to the wonderful smell of miso soup and white rice. A truly glorious breakfast, especially when a pretty girl cooked it for him.
When he had entered the kitchen Sakura had smiled at him and placed the steaming bowl of rice she was scooping next to one of the two steaming bowls of miso already on the counter before turning back to scoop a second bowl. They had eaten silently and then cleaned up and put away everything she had used. It had been… pleasant.
However, when they sat down for their last lesson before leaving Konoha Sakura had finally shown how inexperienced she really was. He supposed that he shouldn’t be surprised, the other times he had been the one in control; and if he were honest he was probably more experienced than most people.
For the first few minutes he had tried to correct her, but he had only succeeded in making her angry. “Damn it Kakashi! I’m doing exactly what the kunoichi classes said to!” Kakashi had raised his eyebrow at her outburst and tried very hard not to sound as exasperated as he felt when he responded.
“Those are very valuable classes Sakura… but I guarantee you that most men do not enjoy any application of teeth.” Sakura had gone scarlet at his flat tone, though he had been unable to tell if it was due to embarrassment or rage, and he had wisely decided to not say anything more as she used him as her guinea pig.
A guinea pig that at the present moment felt more abused than aroused. It was rather a relief when he heard the Anbu enter through the living room window and he was able to draw her attention enough to let her know that their mission was now truly underway. Sakura nodded slightly before continuing her ministrations as Kakashi faked a moan of pleasure to draw in their prey.
It was ironic that the door swung quietly open just when Sakura began to get the hang of things, but Kakashi reflected that that was the way of life and pretended to ignore his company until one of them called his name. He didn’t recognize the neko masked Anbu who had called his name, but the inu masked ‘Anbu’ in front of him he would have recognized anywhere.
He wasn’t surprised that Genma had been chosen as the plant, he was really the perfect choice. They knew each other’s fighting styles well enough to make the fake fight look real, and he was capable of keeping his mouth shut when it mattered. Not that anyone who didn’t know him well would believe him capable of either. ‘Yep, definitely the perfect choice.’
When Sakura lifted her head from his lap and gazed lazily at their audience Kakashi was ready, and during the second their attention was focused on her he stood, pulling up his jounin pants in the time it took to blink. He was hardly surprised when Genma started off with a basic punch. It was the type of thing Naruto would have done, a purely emotional response.
It took almost no effort to throw him against the wall opposite the open doorway and when he charged again holding a kunai, Kakashi simply grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back, ‘taking’ the weapon. (Though it was really more of a fancy looking hand off.)
During all of this the Anbu still standing in the doorway did nothing, but Kakashi wasn’t stupid enough to ignore him. The man was simply watching, waiting to see if this was really what Genma had said, or more of a personal dispute. He’d just have to convince him.
“She’s mine. It doesn’t concern you.” Kakashi allowed Genma to wrench free of his grip and pull out a second kunai.
“She’s a child!” Kakashi cocked his head to the side and Genma launched himself again, the two exchanging and blocking blows in a practiced combination that the eye could barely follow. This really might not have worked with another partner.
Kakashi spoke over the clash of metal on metal. “Really? I disagree, I don’t think she’s been a child since she came under my care.” Genma roared and threw off Kakashi entirely to attack him properly, but just as his kunai was about to connect with Kakashi’s side he felt the bite of cold steel across his throat.
Kakashi cut just deeply enough to cause blood to gush over the hardwood of his bedroom floor before throwing him in Sakura’s direction and turning his attention to the Anbu who was finally poised to attack. The real Anbu wouldn’t be as easy to take care of.

Sakura had been doing her best to look terrified of the events in front of her while watching them closely. When Kakashi threw the ‘Anbu’ in her direction she maneuvered herself to look like she was trying to avoid the ‘corpse’ while she actually caught the man in her lap. They had worked out earlier that he would throw the plant’s ‘corpse’ to her so she could discreetly make sure that they didn’t become a real corpse.
She glanced up long enough to see that her act was not being appreciated by either of the other men in the room (as they were both preoccupied with trying to land blows upon each other) before laying her chakra-laden hand upon the wound. It surprised her for a moment when she recognized Genma’s chakra signature, but she pushed that aside and focused on closing his wound. Or rather, on closing it enough to ensure that it would not be fatal, she had to leave the wound open enough to at least look lethal at a glance.
She wasn’t too worried about the preoccupied Anbu noticing that his ‘comrade’ was actually alive. He would be too busy to check before his ‘escape,’ and when he returned Tsunade would be the one to check the ‘corpse’ and pronounce him dead… Well that was the plan at least, but Sakura had no reason to believe it wouldn’t work.
That is, she didn’t have a reason to doubt the plan until Kakashi crashed into the wall directly next to her. Her eyes rounded at the sight of Kakashi visibly forcing himself to stand. She began to stand with the intent of healing him if need be, but his words cut her off.
“I’m fine Saki, stay back!” Sakura did her best impression of a stricken child, turning away from him with wide dewy eyes to stare at her ‘lover’s’ attacker instead. She looked at him in what she hoped looked like fear, even using some chakra to force her eyes to produce enough tears to make her look like a weeping, frightened child.
She was gratified when the Anbu hesitated in his attack for just a fraction of a moment; it was enough. Kakashi was instantly before him, landing a punch with enough force behind it to throw him through the wall next to the open doorway and into the living room. Kakashi made to go after him, but she called out to him.
“Sensei!” With his attention diverted for a moment the Anbu wasted no time in making good his escape. It was exactly what she had hoped for, if not exactly what they had planned.
After a moment, when she was sure that he was gone, Sakura jumped up to attend Kakashi’s wounds, only to be stopped by his hands grasping hers. “Saki,” she looked up at him questioningly, “I know Sakura Nee-san taught you some basic healing, but we don’t have the time right now.”
Sakura blushed, it was going to be hard to pretend to have only basic healing abilities when every instinct she had demanded she heal the already bruising flesh of his chest, but she managed a small nod.
Kakashi managed a smile as he grabbed the rest of his clothes and dressed quickly while Sakura grabbed their prepared packs. In less than a minute they were running over rooftops towards the closest border.
As they jumped to the top of the wall surrounding the village Sakura paused for a moment to look back. The image of Konoha in the morning light was one she wanted to keep with her for when things became difficult. Because they would become difficult and if she became tempted to give up she might need this image to remind her of what she was doing this for.
And then the moment was gone and she was speeding away right behind Kakashi, not allowing herself to hesitate or look back again. To look back a second time would be a weakness.

Tsunade wasn’t surprised by the abrupt appearance of a slightly battered Anbu, though she did her best to appear to be surprised and disturbed by the news he brought. Allowing her jaw to clench and her eyes to burn she listened quietly before not so quietly summoning Shizune.
“Shizune!” The woman opened the door after only a moment. At first she looked annoyed, until of course she saw the neko masked Anbu.
“Yes Hokage-sama?” Her eyes looked stern and ready for whatever Tsunade had to say.
“Get an Anbu hunter squad together immediately; they’ll need to be some of the best.” Shizune nodded and made to leave the room before Tsunade called her back. “And Shizune?”
“Yes Hokage-sama?” Tsunade’s eyes pierced into the woman, as if gauging her reaction.
“Let it be known that Hatake Kakashi has betrayed his village by attacking fellow shinobi, killing an Anbu operative, and kidnapping a minor.” Shizune’s eyes went wider with every charge but she said nothing. She nodded and walked out the door silently to complete her newly assigned duties.
Tsunade sighed as the door closed, sometimes she felt too old to be playing these games, but what else could she do?
“Tsunade-sama?” She looked up at the Anbu that was still standing before her. “I would like to request permission to join the team sent to retrieve Hatake and the girl.”
“No.” Tsunade didn’t hesitate in her response and she focused her considerable stare upon him to make her point all the more clear. “You are not hunter class Anbu, you are assassin class. And despite this morning’s events you still have a mission to complete. Consider yourself leader and choose your team, just tell Shizune who you take.”
Tsunade took in his stiff posture and clenched fist. He was taking this personally, but that was all the more reason to keep him away from this particular missing-nin.
She had chosen this particular Anbu because he was the least tight lipped of the lot and they needed this story spread rapidly; but if there was one thing Kakashi didn’t need right now it was an over-zealous Anbu who whole-heartedly believed he would be protecting the village by killing him. No, Kakashi had enough to deal with.
“Dismissed.” The neko Anbu left in a cloud of smoke after a perfect bow. It was few long minutes later that three Anbu with plain white masks except for the carved leaf insignias appeared before her.
Kakashi and Sakura’s troubles were about to begin in earnest.

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