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Chapter List
- 1-Overprotective
- 1
Kakashi had a lot of
difficulty trying to work around how to perform his duty in
protecting Rin.

At first, it seemed
simple enough to him; protect her in battle and take care of her
(those were Obito's words, after all) outside of that. Seems like a
pretty clean-cut, long-term mission, right? Well, maybe it doesn't
to most people with sense, but it seemed logical enough to him
at the time. He might have been a genius, but he was only thirteen
and didn't have as much socialization up to this point as would be
ideal.

The first complication
came up when Rin fell ill with a bug. It wasn't life threatening,
or even all that serious, but it did put her out of commission for
about a week. Well, bring her hot soup and dote on her. That should
cover it, right? Up until she decided she was fine and started to get
up and move around the house. Even though she was still somewhat
stopped up and coughing, she insisted that she could do D and even
most C rank missions without any bit of trouble. But Kakashi didn't
even like the idea of her getting up and out of bed, let alone taking
on missions.

"Kakashi," she'd
sigh in exasperation, "I'm a medic-nin, and a chuunin to boot. In
a year or so, I might even apply to become a medical tokubetsu
jounin. Right now, I could lead my own team if I wanted... and I
might have to with how thin the ranks are getting. I hardly think the
village can afford me out of commission because of a little summer
cold."

He protested, like he
was supposed to. Like was his duty. But he came to understand that he
couldn't force Rin to be under his protection twenty-four/seven, so
he did, after some hours of argument, let it go.

The next problem came
when it turned out that she very well might have to lead her own
team. They were three medic-nin in training, not to Rin's level but
still good enough to be brought out onto the field. Their major
mission: get aid to those who need it in the war. Hard to argue with,
but such was Kakashi's duty, so he argued. She wouldn't talk to
him for a little while following that, but she forgave him and he
sidestepped the issue so it wouldn't have to come up again. By that
time, her team had accomplished some missions successfully, so he
would have lost any resulting argument, anyway.

All that wasn't so
bad until she started trying to date boys, followed by dating men.
This situation wasn't temporary, and refused to improve as the years
passed. He didn't trust a single one of her dates, turning himself
into the overprotective big brother that screens all males that even
cross eyes with their little sister's path and automatically
assuming the worst. Kakashi kept his glares well timed and his
expressions and feelings on the matter otherwise obscured so that she
wouldn't catch on. He succeeded in warding off quite a few.

Rin didn't date
terribly often, busy as she was with her own obligations to the
village, so she wasn't aware of why she didn't usually have more than
one or two dates with a guy before she never heard from them again,
and she didn't have time to spare thoughts to it. But she would
eventually catch on to Kakashi's scheme. The pattern of guys
avoiding her versus guys chasing her was far too unusual to be left
alone.

She drew him out on it
by telling Kakashi to drop by for tea, then answering the door
wearing a little black dress, make-up, pumps, perfume, and a dejected
expression that said, "Oh, it's only you, Kakashi."

He was invited in, but
"Why are you dressed up like that?" were Kakashi's first words
to her. Not even the "hello" or "how are you" that courtesy
called for... yeah, he went straight for the bait. Hook.

She made a quick,
nervous smile. "I'm sorry, Kakashi; I forgot completely that I
invited you over for tea at this hour. I'll probably be leaving
soon, so could we talk some other time?"

Kakashi shoved his
hands into his pockets. "Make plans?"

"Yeah. I really am
sorry I didn't tell you beforehand."

"Hn..." He looked
to the ceiling a moment in thought. Rin's apologetic smile was
carefully stapled down over the mischievous smirk that was trying to
break out. He expected Rin to tell him straight off what her other
engagement was, but she was dodging it, and he was trying to figure
out the best way to pry it out of her without seeming suspicious.

"Where will you be
going? If it's on the way I'll carry you there myself, since
those heels probably hurt to walk in."

She laughed and waved
away the suggestion with gracious thankfulness for the thought.
"There's no need; he's taking me there himself, so I don't
need any additional escort."

"...He?" Line.

"A ninja from
another village is here for a diplomatic conference. Didn't
Hokage-sama tell you? He's invited me out for dinner, and I
couldn't say no."

"No, I just came
back from a mission today so must have missed it. Where is he taking
you?"

"The grill, then to
the bar for some drinks."

"Really? Think
you'll be out late?"

She shrugged. "Most
likely. Why?"

Avoided eye contact...oh
boy was he bad at this sometimes. "I just wanted to know if
I could come back later for the tea. I really wanted to talk to you
about something."

"Oh, I see. If
that's the case, just try to keep it until tomorrow. I'll gladly
talk to you about it then. Uh... maybe a little after noon?"

"Noon? You don't
have any missions or duties at the hospital tomorrow."

"I just... You know.
I want to make sure I'm clean and wide-eyed if you're to tell me
something important."

"That's what I
mean; you're usually an early riser."

"I'm just
anticipating..." She scratched her temple sheepishly with a painted
nail. "I might wake up late, and you know I don't do well with
hangovers. Besides, I he's invited me to discuss matters in his
room, so-"

"What?" Kakashi's
brow furrowed and his eye flew wide.

Sinker.

"Well, there's
nothing wrong with that, is there? It's just a date, Kakashi."

"It is not just a
date. You're going to go drinking with him then back to his room."

"So?"

"He's going to
take advantage of you! Rin, this is the first time you've met him...
a strange ninja from a different village. How could you be so
careless?"

"...He's a
diplomat, not some random, foreign danger."

"Just because he's
a diplomat doesn't mean he isn't a danger to you. He just wants
to sleep with you, and with how you're dressed, he's going to
think you feel the same way."

She crossed her arms
and glared, which, with how her crossed arms emphasized the cleavage
being shown from the low-cut dress, made her look like an angry
mistress. "Maybe... just maybe... I'm wearing this because
I actually do want to sleep with him. I'm a big girl. I can
have one night stands if I want them."

His hesitation was
painfully long this time. "But..."

There was a knock at
the door. All attention on the argument switched over.

"Damnit, that's
him! Kakashi, please, just leave me alone and don't embarrass me
like this. Leave after we do, or go out the back. I don't care, but
please don't let him see you. I don't want to give him the wrong
impression." She went for the door.

"Oh no, not like
that." He snatched her wrist and tossed her to the side, stomping
over to the door. There was another knock. "I'm going to have a
little talk with him first."

"Kakashi!"

He swung the door
open. "Now look here you-eh?"

A dummy with a wooden
head hung in the doorway, a sign with "AHO" written in red pinned
to its straw chest. He looked back at Rin in confusion. She frowned
and blatantly tugged a string connected through somewhere in the
house, and the dummy rocked forward-and-back into Kakashi, knocking
its head against him. He blinked and backed up, just now realizing
what had happened.

"Caught you."

Soon afterward, Rin
had finished washing the makeup from her face and changing into
normal clothes as Kakashi took the tea off the heat. He might have
felt justified in his behavior before, but now that Rin caught him in
the act of keeping any interested guys away, he knew he was about to
be chewed out. When he saw her angry glare while he approached the
table with the pot and two cups, he grit his teeth.

They actually took the
first few sips in silence, which he knew wasn't going to last. He
watched cautiously as Rin calmed herself down, examining the tea in
her cup between sips, and then spoke.

"I know you're
trying to protect me, Kakashi, but my love life is none of your
business."

He frowned, already
regretting that he took down his mask to drink the tea. Maybe he
should have warmed up sake instead? No, one shouldn't get drunk
while talking about serious, upsetting matters. "I'm just worried
for you. Lots of girls get hurt or in trouble with guys they date."

"I am a
kunoichi, Kakashi. Or did you forget that somehow?"

"You date mostly
ninja."

"I know mostly
ninja. Besides, that's a moot point; you've scared off guys that
weren't ninja."

He took another drink
to hide his mouth as it twisted. "I can't help but think they
don't have the best intentions for you."

"You think they're
all just wanting to get in my pants?"

"I wouldn't put it
like that. I just think they get the wrong impression about you."

She sighed. "Kakashi...
I think you're the one that gets the wrong impression."

"Hn?"

"I'm not a virgin,
Kakashi."

Wrong time to drink
tea. He coughed. "...What? Since when?"

"Remember when we
were still in missions together with those other two ninja for a
while after Minato-sensei died? Remember when I had a mission with
another team three years ago that I didn't tell you about? You got
upset because I went on that mission without telling you guys."

"Yeah. Don't tell
me that was..."

"It was. That was
the first silk mission I ever had, and that part followed through
completely."

"...." Kakashi
just drank another sip, but he honestly felt like he'd been sucker
punched in the stomach. "Silk missions" were a common euphemism
for missions that could mean one or more of the operating ninja might
need to perform some sort of sexual act. They occurred about as often
as assassination missions (much more if you counted unexpected
incidents), and there was even an overlap: a silk mission with
assassination was often called "silk rope".

"...Have you been on
any missions like that since?"

"Six. Three actually
went through the act. One of those three was a silk rope."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not that
bad. Probably better than a lot of missions I've had. It's not
like I've enjoyed it... except once but I don't think you
want to hear me talk about that... but it's not like I was getting
raped, either."

He sat in thought for
a little while. "Three years... you were sixteen, then. Isn't
that young? But you were assigned anyway?"

"Don't freak out
about it, please, but I volunteered. There was still a lack of ninja,
male and female alike, from the war and the Kyuubi attack at the
time, and they needed all the help they could get for that mission. I
wasn't given another one until I was eighteen."

"When was the last
one? You've had six."

She frowned. "Umm..."

"Well?"

"...Two weeks ago."

Why did he keep asking
questions like this? Every answer just felt like that punch in his
stomach had been followed by another and then twisted into his gut.
Curiosity is stupid. "Did you enjoy that one?"

"N-no..."

"What was the one
you enjoyed?"

"I-I don't want to
talk about it. Kakashi, your questions are getting weird."

"The one you enjoyed
was the silk rope mission, wasn't it."

Rin bit her lip and
looked away. He wondered if he looked as beaten and battered as he
felt at the moment. They were silent a while before he stood up,
knelt beside her, and gave her a strong hug. She blinked, bewildered
and confused, until he drew back from her and smiled.

"As long as you
weren't just turned on from killing him, I won't freak out about
it."

She burst into
laughter, feeling grateful for the release of a tension that
threatened tears. He hugged her again, and she hugged back this time.
Guilt washed over her, even with the relief that she wouldn't have
to hide that from him any more. Spontaneously, she made a decision.

"It still bothers
you, though," she said, still embracing him.

"I'm... mostly a
little shocked, and I of course don't like it, but..."

"I won't take
another silk mission."

She felt him jerk, and
he leaned back again, gazing on her questioningly with his eye.
"What? Are you sure?"

"There's a catch,
though. My clan requires its me to consider and perform silk missions
when necessary unless I'm married or going into marriage."

"Ehhh?!" This
might be more dangerous, he decided, "What sort of clan law
is that?! Either get married or be a prostitute?! Your clan is
terrible to its women!"

She sneered. "I
don't appreciate being called a prostitute, Kakashi."

Wham. Kakashi
probably kicked his own teeth in with that one. "I didn't mean it
like that."

"It doesn't
matter. Kakashi, the village can't force people to do silk
missions, so they aren't exactly often taken. It doesn't bother
my clan because of the training we get. And it isn't just women;
our men have the same rule."

Kakashi paled. He
never thought he'd have a reason to be glad in not being
Rin's relative. What sort of training do they have for that kind of
thing, anyway? Apparently the sort Rin has had.

"But we stop if we
start looking into marriage. So I'll just start looking at suitors
and such. And doing a lot of dating. But that means you can't
interfere, got it?"

"Got it."

.-.-.

No, he really didn't
get it. He interfered more than ever.

He didn't glare at
her suitors, and he didn't corner them or do anything to make them
avoid her or break the plans like he did before. However, he did look
in about them, gathering information about the ones she even remotely
considered and made it a point to find out each and every secret they
might have had. Sometimes that meant having to sneak into Rin's
apartment while she had them over, or to look over the books and
folders of ones he'd yet to see. Sometimes he snooped while he was
visiting legitimately, and she'd catch him at that, casting warning
glances while he backed away from whatever he was looking at with his
hands up in surrender, smiling.

But she hasn't
caught him while he sneaked in her ductwork. He took special
precaution there, making sure all her traps were reset behind him
after he'd left. They were unusually clean, which was thankful
since she would have noticed if dirt had been disrupted from his
coming and going.

A good portion of her
suitors were dull men, sometimes of good stock, nearly always
completely unconnected from her personal life, without much in
secrets to find and with above-average to actually impressive
accomplishments in their missions. These men were often involved in
the politics of the village so they tended to act with more decorum
than most. He still didn't trust them, however, especially
considering the percentage of much older men among them.

Maybe it was a little
underhanded...a lot underhanded. But it was good training, and
besides that, he had to make sure that whoever ended up marrying Rin
was going to be good to her; it wouldn't do if she was bound to a
man that ended up being a terrible husband for her. And Kakashi had
high standards concerning his last teammate, too. If she got anything
less than perfect then, well, Kakashi wouldn't stand for it.

Okay, it's a little
creepy the lengths he was going about this. This wasn't really any
better than stalking... it might have been worse. But he would
definitely emphasize to anyone questioning him that she is his last
teammate, the last friend he has, and protecting her was his
promise to his friend's dying wish... that very
friend who he owes his Sharingan to, not to mention his life.
This was his responsibility. His duty. He'd take looking
like a villain to keep up with it.

He bumped into
her while at market. She already looked nervous, and when she
collided with him, she turned as red as a beet. "Ah... Hi, Kakashi.
How are you?"

"How are you,
Rin? Getting shopping done?" He was referring to the small brown
bag she was clutching.

"Not really...
Just getting something I needed. I, uh, I'll see you later, okay?"

"Sure, see
you." Kakashi watched as she ran zipped off, not quite running but
still faster and more hurried than a normal walk. He hummed in
suspicion. Just what was Rin up to?

He tracked her
movements and found she went immediately to her apartment. Well,
that's fine. Into the ducts he goes. After all, he had to discover
the cause of her unusual behavior; she rarely acted nervous around
him anymore, and she was obviously trying to hide something from him,
which was most likely whatever was in that bag. What could she be
hiding? A present or something? He couldn't think of any important
dates coming up, except... today might have been one of the
traditional "lucky" days in the almanac.

That must have
been it! On those days, the families of a couple who plan to marry
exchange gifts in the tradition of Yui-No up until the day of
marriage. The thing she had in her bag had to be a gift, either for
or from her fiancée. But when did she get engaged? Did she have a
Mi-Ai ceremony when he was away on a mission and settle an
agreement?

Well, it was
Kakashi's duty to figure out what that gift was, since he had
to find out what sort of man Rin had agreed to marry. He found the
vent that overlooked her bedroom where she had retreated, carefully
disarmed the traps along the way, and watched.

Rin locked the
bedroom door behind her (if Kakashi wasn't sure something was up,
there was no doubt about it now) and sat on the bed, already peering
into the brown bag with an eager look on her face. She pulled out a
plastic package about the size of a decently-large book. The package
itself was a dark blue with white, stylized lettering advertising its
contents, matching the light, translucent blue object showcased
within. The object was about eighteen centimeters in length, had
something that looked like a motor in its base, and was shaped like
a...

...Wait.

Kakashi stared in
utter disbelief as Rin opened the package and pulled the blue jelly
vibrator out of the plastic and examined it carefully, testing the
knobs and reading the instructions, even touching and squeezing the
little nubs that dotted its surface with her fingers. He felt a coil
of rage unfurling in him as he thought that this thing might
have been the gift from her fiancée, but realization dawned on him
as she pulled out a pack of batteries from the bag, causing a couple
receipts to tumble out, that she had bought it for herself.

He felt like an
idiot. Of course she would try to hide something like this from him!
She was embarrassed about it, and it really wasn't his business to
begin with. Still, though, he wasn't retreating from the ducts, even
when she opened the end of the toy and popped in a couple batteries,
or when she tried the nob again and it buzzed to life in her hands
and she started testing the speeds and pulse rate. Or even when she
tentatively began to undress herself and why was he still
watching?! He was already stalking Rin, but that was for her
protection... this was just violating her privacy!

He should get out
of here. He should just back up, reset her traps, and zip back to his
apartment and pretend nothing happened, that Rin wasn't pulling off
her clothes, laying back on her bed, and now she's touching the head
of the vibrator against her exposed nipple and turning it on to the
lowest setting, kneading her own breast with her free hand. DAMNIT!
Kakashi's eyes were glued, mesmerized, as she slowly worked her
nipples to stand straight up with arousal. He couldn't move from his
spot even if there was an explosive tag on his back.

She seemed
satisfied with how much attention she put on her upper body and moved
the vibrator down to lightly stroke the outer lips of her vagina. It
looked like she was enjoying herself, but it took little time for her
to become impatient and she applied more pressure, forcing the outer
lips to part as she stroked it across her already wet inner lips and
her clitoris. Little moans and sighs came from her as a result, and
she leaned back, eyes closed, enjoying the gentle sensations the toy
was providing. Her hand quirked the knob up another level of
vibration, and then another, and soon she was clutching her breast
with her free hand and moving her hips up in a rhythm. This lasted a
few minutes before she suddenly pulled the toy away and stopped,
sitting up.

Kakashi felt
confused. She didn't appear to orgasm. He took the break from the
show as a chance to shift his position in the duct to something more
comfortable, and found that his cock was already hard and pressing
against his underwear as he readjusted himself. Now he was lying on
his stomach in the vent, propped up against his elbows as if he was
watching a show.

Rin brought the
toy up to her lips and, to further the hidden voyeur's befuddlement,
licked some of her wetness from it, then took it into her mouth. Why
was she doing this? It's not like people get vibrators to suck on
them; they don't exactly have nerve endings. But here she was, moving
the jelly dildo in her mouth while lightly masturbating. Her manner
was more than casual; it was like she was just messing around with a
child's knickknack and enjoying herself by it. Nevermind that it made
Kakashi the most turned on he had ever felt in his life, just
watching her playfully suck on that imitation like it was the
real thing.

She popped it out
of her mouth, the entire shaft now glistening with saliva. He shoved
up his hitai-ate momentarily to wipe his sweating brow with the back
of his gloved hand. For a moment, he actually examined her with his
Sharingan, hot sweat running down his face and back as he took in the
look of her chakra flow thrumming and circulating with movement,
similar to seeing her in battle but far more... raw. When the
awkwardness of knowing he was now watching Rin with Obito's
eye hit him, he shoved the headband back down, but he still didn't
retreat like he knew he should have.

The vibrator went
back down to her pussy, once again echoing a light hum, and this time
she started slipping it in slowly, lying back again to take in fully.
When it was fully hilted, she manipulated another nob to turn on the
pulse on the clitoral stimulator and she gasped. Then she just held
it there for a while, obviously enjoying the feeling of being
caressed from the inside, before she drove up the speed a couple
notches and began to thrust it in and out. Her audience was utterly
captivated, and when she began moaning and panting those beautiful
noises that sounded so much more inviting than they did in
pornography, his cock jolted with pleasure where it was constricted.

The setting went
up a few more times, and soon Rin was in a full rut while she worked
her new toy in her vagina, pumping, moving her hips, even getting her
shoulders into it. She was so wet that this thing, which she had to
put in slowly at first, was sloshing in and out with ease, her wrists
working as fast as they could. The speed was forced to slow as those
thin wrists couldn't handle this much stress for such a prolonged
period, and she was already panting hard, out of breath.

Then she ramped
it up to the last setting.

She screamed and
arched back, toes curling, her free hand latching onto her headboard
and lifting her off the mattress. Her speed came back, with a harsh,
rough tinge to the way she assaulted her own cunt. "AHHH! OH FUCK
FUUUCK OOOHHH!" Any part of her that wasn't working at fucking
herself sure as hell was doing it now. Her pitch went higher and
wilder until she finally reached the peak of her crescendo, hovering
in the air an eternity before she crashed back down into her covers,
panting, sweating, whimpering.

The vibrator
slipped out of her and settled on her sheets, pooling her cum and
buzzing away merrily, but she made no move to remove it or turn it
off. For long moments she could only lay there, trying to catch her
breath. She brought up a hand to her head in an attempt to run her
fingers through her hair, but she stopped short and merely clutched
her forehead. She shivered, numb with the heat pouring off her body
in waves. Eventually, she did regain enough composure to turn off her
vibrator and stand up, shakily taking herself to the bathroom to
clean up.

Like a spell
finally broken, Kakashi was now able to make his escape. But his
limbs felt like rubber as he tried to work them, and his fingers
didn't work right at all. He only reset about half of Rin's traps
before he said "Fuck it," and left, running on rooftops to his
own apartment as quickly as his weakened legs could take him so that
he wouldn't have to explain why he had a raging and obvious hard-on
to anyone he met along the way.

He tried a cold
shower; it didn't help as much as he thought it would. Instead of
killing his erection with the piercing water, he could only fixate on
the feeling of water running down his body, on the images of that
unbarred, unrefined Rin that he'd just seen playing in his head. Soon
his hands were also touching his own body, brushing away the cold
water that already made his muscles super-alert to sensation. In no
time he was stroking his cock, jerking off and ejaculating onto the
shower tile as a loud cry erupted from his throat, all while he
mentally replayed his teammate's self-induced orgasm over and over
again.

A second later he
allowed himself to collapse into a sitting position under the pouring
water, gasping and incredibly grateful that he had the shower on to
cool his body down. He stayed there a long while, until his skin
became far past clammy and he finally had enough mind to him to turn
off the shower and get out.

.-.-.

It soon became a
habit. Or maybe it would be more accurately described as an
addiction. Either way, Kakashi had a major problem. His
already overboard protection had completely devolved into perverted,
voyeuristic stalking. He still followed her on the pretense of making
sure she stayed safe, but it would be a lie if he said he didn't
enjoy it when he happened to see Rin whip out her dildo, clean it up
(she was very adamant about hygiene, even with-especially
with-this sort of thing), and go to town with it, which he would
watch from his snug position in the vents above before sneaking back
out the way he came, resetting all her traps, and going home with a
fresh set of memories to enjoy as he brought himself to an orgasm at
home.

This was wrong.
Beyond wrong. Obito would have killed him. Minato-sensei would
have killed him. Kushina-san probably would have eviscerated
him. Just what was he doing?! He knew what he was doing but, damnit,
he couldn't help himself. He was far too good at rationalizing it to
let the guilt force him to come to his senses.

When he saw Rin
today, she looked like she was already in a bad mood and trying to
work out her bitterness by working out on the training grounds, then
taking a break on a cloth laid out over the grass nearby, enjoying a
bento and a bottle of sake alone. She was entitled to be inconsolable
every once in a while, considering their line of work, but Kakashi
always felt obligated to alleviate it as best he could whenever he
had the chance. He approached her and greeted her genially, a hand
up. "Yo."

She looked up,
still chewing her onigiri and washed it down with a gulp from the
small bottle. "Is there something you want?" she said crisply.

"Just to talk.
Mind having company?"

Rin's eyes
narrowed, but she put the bottle down and invited him to sit with her
while she pulled out a stick of dango to munch on.

"How's the
search for a husband coming?" he started. Okay, bad topic to begin
with, but he couldn't think of anything better.

She made a
growling hum to show her opinion on the matter while she ate. It was
actually a little cute to see her so annoyed about something, so he
chuckled.

"That bad,
huh?"

"Well-" She
swallowed. "-I don't think I'm suited for marriage. I'd
much rather be single. But I'm also tired of the only intimacy I
get coming from the odd mission... since I can't exactly get any
normal dates."

Kakashi was
silent a while before he realized she was glaring at him. "...Why
can't you just say you're looking for a husband and stop looking
for a while? It's not like you live with your clan or anything."

"You don't
understand," she grumbled and popped another dango into her mouth
from the stick. Kakashi watched her a long while, examining her
painted cheeks as her jaw worked, her white neck as her throat
swallowed the food, her long fingers as she placed the bamboo dango
skewer back into her bento and picked up the sake again. As he
watched her pink lips touching to the mouth of the bottle and get wet
with alcohol, he had a sudden urge to kiss them softly and lick the
sake off his own lips, but he was surprisingly good at controlling
the feeling.

This fixation
wasn't how lovers felt, was it? Weird.

"Kakashi."

"Hn?" He
snapped out of it.

"You're being
very quiet."

"I'm just
thinking..."

"Do you have to
stare at me like that when you think?"

He tensed up from
her comment. "...Sorry. What was it you were saying I don't
understand?"

She didn't seem
to like this topic anymore, since she avoided answering by picking up
her chopsticks and digging into her rice.

"I won't come
to understand it until you explain it to me, Rin. Is it an obligation
to your family or something?"

"No,
it's not an obligation to my family or something," she
muttered acerbically.

"Then what is
it?" he pressed. He had to know what was bothering her, even if it
meant her getting angry with him.

Rin glared at
him. "I'm bored, Kakashi! I'm lonely! And I can't
do a damn thing about it. All the men in is village have either been
scared off by you or are the ones that are interested in marrying me
just to gain the status of having a student of the Yondaime as his
wife. Damnit, these men aren't even interested in me;
they're interested in the political gain."

Kakashi blanched.
That was why so many of her suitors were either old widowers
or young men that she had nothing in common with? Lots of good stock,
talented ninja who's only shared attribute among each other was
ambition... Kakashi wasn't blind to politics definitely, but
it didn't really occur to him that people still got married
for this kind of thing outside of keeping clan relations. Maybe it
was better for her to date guys who liked her and just wanted to be
intimate with her rather than men who wouldn't lay a friendly hand
on her except out of familial obligation to produce an heir.

...Wasn't that
kind of a marriage worse than those few silk missions she had?

Maybe this was
all a huge mistake.

Although Rin
hadn't finished her bento, she tossed her chopsticks in and shut
it, picked it up, and strode away, leaving the small blanket behind
as a necessary casualty (Kakashi was still sitting on it). He picked
it up himself and chased her, but when he lowered a hand onto her
shoulder, she shook it off. She bared her teeth at him that didn't
suit her in any way but a smile, and an angry flush settled above her
painted stripes. "I don't need sympathy or protection! I don't
need my clan, I don't need Sensei's legacy, I don't need a
boyfriend, I don't need a husband, and I certainly don't need
you!"

That stabbed him
deep enough to give her an escape, her shimmering auburn hair getting
lost among the people who otherwise took their leisure in the street
that ran by the field, but knew well enough the customs of ninja so
that they didn't look twice at the running girl. He didn't give
chase. Instead, he went straight for her apartment, hoping to head
her off at the pass.

He knocked on her
door a few times and called her name, but, as expected, she wasn't
back yet. She probably knew he was going to be there, and opted to
stay away as long as he could be seen standing in front of her door.
No matter, he thought, folding up the blanket and placing it
carefully at the foot of the door, There are always the ducts.
He'll simply wait for her on the inside. Kakashi found his entrance
and snuck in as usual, automatically going to the one above the
bedroom out of habit.

When Rin returned
an hour later, he'd almost dozed off in his vantage point. Her
front door slammed open and shut. There was the sound of something
being thrown against the wall, and her bedroom door did the same as
her front door when she entered, threw herself into a sitting
position on the bed, and fisted her hands into her brown hair while
hot, angry tears poured down her face. "Chi-chikuso...! Chikuso
chikuso!" she cursed over and over, "Damn you, Kakashi!"

Guilt flowed over
him. He never imagined that he'd upset Rin so badly with what he'd
done.

"This is all
your fault," she sobbed, "Kakashi... Why do you have to do those
things? Why do you have to chase away other guys? Why do you have to
look at me like that...?" Rin furiously pulled her shirt off
and tossed it aside. He continued watching over her in confusion,
feeling exposed just because she was talking about him like this.

She made a grab
for her drawers and flung the one she wanted open, thrusting her hand
in like she was catching an eel from a tank and pulled out her
vibrator. The drawer slammed shut again and she threw herself back on
the bed, immediately removing her pants and panties in one swift
motion. Kakashi didn't understand what was going on, and it didn't
help when he heard that familiar buzz.

Even as she still
shook with rage, Rin was rubbing the pulsing machine against her
glistening pussy, all the while cursing his name. "Kakashi...
you're always being a goddamn cock-block... always making me feel
like all I have to do is fall backwards and you'd pop up to make a
point of saving me... Kakashi..." She slipped the machine in and
turned on the clit stimulator. "Ah! Ka-Kakashi!" She was already
slowly pumping it in and out. "Unnnh... you're the one that makes
me have to get myself off, you know. Kakashi..." The hiss on the
'sh' in his name was especially sharp that time. "You bastard..."

Kakashi felt heat
flush all throughout his body up to his ears. Rin never used names
before when she masturbated; she never gave any indication on what
she was fantasizing about in the least. And here she was moaning his
name. His cock twinged and began to harden up quickly... painfully.
His heart thrashed against his ribcage like it was a wild animal
trying to escape. The air around him seemed to be getting thin.

She ramped up the
speed a notch and started getting into it. "Kakashi..." she
moaned again, "Wh-why do you look at me like that? Ohhhh... gods
yes that feels so good." She changed the pulse on the clit
stimulator and hissed, continuing to fuck herself with deep, slow
strokes. "Just like that... oh yess... Kakashi..."

His body felt
like it was on fire and it was hard for him to breathe. He moved his
hand to bring down his mask, but it never got there... instead
stopping at his pants and slipping in to stroke his hard, aching
penis. He didn't even realize what he was doing until he was already
doing it, and by that time he couldn't stop himself. Every time Rin
spoke his name with lust below him might as well been a teasing
breeze that stroked a fire to grow larger and dance.

"K-Kakashi,"
she whimpered as the speed went up again and her rhythm stepped up to
suit. "Oh more, more more, fuck me hard please Kakashi...
unggh yeah!"

Kakashi's gloved
hand now encircled his shaft that was throbbing like a heavy
heartbeat. Precum leaked out and added a little lubrication to his
work, letting him go a little faster. Damnit, he shouldn't be doing
this, he'll definitely get caught this time. It's bad enough watching
Rin as she masturbated thinking about him, but to masturbate to her
masturbating right there? But even as his rational mind tried
to tell him to stop, his hand unconsciously moved in sync with Rin's
strokes. No, no, no, he must stop. Fantasies of replacing that blue
fake and being the one that gave it to her good and hard like she was
begging for flooded his mind and added to the liquid heat that was
already gushing through his entire body.

As she crooned
his name within these walls, he couldn't help but think that he only
ever wanted his name to be the one she screamed like that.

"Kakashi! Ahh!
Yes! Yes yes yes more! Harder! Kakashi! Kakashi~!!" She turned on
her stomach and kept working at it, backing her hips into it and
leaning back her head as if she really was being taken from behind.

His free hand
clamped over his mouth and he bit into his mask, choking as he tried
his best to swallow back screaming her name as well. He managed to
keep from even giving a grunt, but he chanted it in his head like a
mantra. Rin Rin Rin, oh Rin...!

Finally, the time
came and she ramped it up to the final setting that always did her in
before. She screamed and flipped again as if possessed, her body
stretching and contracting, her shoulders rolling and jerking, her
back arching and her already overworked wrists barely able to keep up
with her own passionate movements.

"AHHH! KAKASHI
FUCK ME OH YES YES KAKASHI KAKASHI~~~!" She came long and hard and
so loud that Kakashi felt he could have heard her call from his own
apartment. This was the final thing to drive him over the line; as
she broke down into heaving gasps for air, he felt his own climax
rearing up to overtake him. He drank in Rin's resting form that
wasn't even just panting but gulping down air-causing her toned
abdomen and round breasts still strapped in a pure-white bra to rise
and fall as if the aftermath was sex itself-for as long as he could
until he screwed his eye shut and chewed hard on the dark fabric of
his mask. He came maybe the biggest load he'd ever brought himself to
in his life right there, and though he succeeded with all of his
willpower to keep from joining Rin's screams, he did lose his balance
so that the elbow of his other arm fell down hard on the bottom of
the metal duct.

BANG!

Rin shot up in
alarm and turned towards the vent above her, still shaking but with
as good kunoichi instincts as any to know what that sound was. "Who's
there?!"

Kakashi's eyes
popped open and the shock of dread emergency went through his body
like he had just been hit with a bucket of ice water. SHIT!

Rin rose and went
for her kunai as quick as lightning, already advancing and trying to
peer through vent in attempt to see the intruder. He backed away,
managed to turn in the small space, and bolted with chakra running
through his legs to add speed. Shit shit shit shit fuck I am such
a goddamn idiot I knew I shouldn't have done this she's going to
kill me and she'll be perfectly justified because I'm her last
teammate and I had to be a fucking pervert that stalks her and
watches her masturbate damnit stupid stupid I'm so fucking stupid!
The small tunnel brightened a little behind him, prompting him to go
faster and nearly trip over some of Rin's traps he'd disarmed. He
thought a half-second about the fact they were not reset, but she
already knew someone was in the ducts so it was pointless.

He took more
twists and turns than he usually did, and he realized he wasn't
taking the quickest way out; he was just running in panic. He
rediscovered where he was and managed to take himself down the proper
way. Light was pouring in from slits at the end. There was the exit!
His hand came up and pushed away the steel vent plate. Sunlight came
down and he felt relief that he was home free.

Until he felt a
kunai lodge just under his collarbone.

He tried to back
up and escape, but a hand grabbed him by his vest and pulled him out
into the open.

"Kakashi?"
Rin said. She had thrown on a yukata and met him where she knew he'd
emerge, the flush from her orgasm still clinging to her face. The
fear and anger in her chocolate eyes were heavily tempered with
mystification. Her lips trembled, and the pale, shapely hand that
held him up tensed.

He gazed up at
her, overwhelmed with the feeling of being too close to the sun, and
the shame forced that gaze to break away to the ground. He wanted to
say something, and his brain tried to force his mouth open to spout
out some sort of lie or excuse, but his jaw stayed firmly shut as
though the bone fused that way. He didn't even notice the stabbing
pain in his chest.

She laid him back
against the wall he came out of and carefully pulled her kunai from
his body, then opened the tear in his shirt a little to make sure the
cut was clean. Blood was pouring from the hole. Wordlessly, she
performed the hand seals and brought forth green energy to her hands
that she applied to the wound. He winced as he felt the energy
carefully reseal the leaking vein, and then patch up the surrounding
area.

As she worked, he
finally looked at her again. Her face was serious and concentrated on
her jutsu. The glow reflected off her white skin, and with her purple
stripes, her rich brown hair, that rosy blush, and glittering eyes,
he was almost convinced that she wasn't a human woman, that she was
some sort of fey nymph of nature. "Rin."

"I don't want
to hear it," she said flatly.

A moment more of silence and the lime-green glow faded away. It
wasn't completely healed since she didn't take time to take off
his shirt and look at the bruising, neither did she bind the wound
afterward like she always did for him before. Instead, she merely
rose to her feet and left him there. He watched her go, watched her
turn around a corner, and stared at that corner she disappeared
behind for long moments before he dragged himself off the ground and
returned home.
.-.-.

For a month they didn't speak to each other. Kakashi holed himself
up in his apartment immediately upon every return from his missions
for fear of seeing her. He still had his duty to Konoha, protecting
it and the people in it, but he felt that he just completely dashed
away his promise to Obito with what he did.

If they met on the street, she didn't say anything to him and
hardly spared him a glance. He kept his own eyes away, not letting
them search and beg to meet with hers.

Rin shouldn't have healed him of that kunai wound. He deserved it.
He would have deserved to bleed to death by that open vent. He bound
it up and took care of it himself after that, not even going to the
hospital to have another medic-nin check it out, which made it a
slight distraction for him for the first couple missions after that
incident. This was nothing compared to what he did. He isolated his
last friend from everyone because he was selfishly "protecting"
her like she was a glass figurine that only he got to touch, and he
never even touched her. He pressured her into corners she didn't
want to be in. He went far beyond violating her privacy in the
process. That was unforgivable.

He was convinced he had ruined her. He kept expecting the Konoha
Police Force to bash down his door and arrest him as a sex offender;
the Uchiha never liked him for obtaining Obito's Sharingan and
would have loved an excuse to drag him in. Perhaps they didn't come
because they needed a warrant to arrest a member of ANBU and it was
holding them up. Then again, all Rin would have to do is mention what
happened to the Hokage, and that warrant would be as good as given.
Hell, the Hokage might just send other ANBU to do the job.

Maybe they could have been together, too. If he weren't such an
idiot, maybe he would have figured that out. But it had to be too
late for that now.

Kakashi was ordered to be the captain for an S-rank mission in ANBU,
and that's when they were forced to work together again. When his
three subordinates came in, he didn't need to be told that one of
the women wearing the porcelain mask was Rin, but he couldn't back
out on the mission just because of an unfortunate member assignment.

They continued on the mission like professionals. If the two spoke,
it as only about their mission and nothing else. When their other two
teammates attempted to converse, they spoke sparsely and abstained to
speaking with one another. The tension grated on Kakashi especially,
as he was captain for this mission, but he wasn't going to force
Rin to be genial with him, even if he was her leader for now. He just
tried to be respectful to her, let her understand that he didn't
expect anything from her, and continued the mission.

It was a long mission. A hard mission. They were isolated on hostile
grounds twice, once hiding in a closet with only a rice-paper screen
separating them from their enemy that outnumbered them three-to-one.
Three times they had to take on other ninja that used high-ranking
jutsu. It was the third of these times, a battle in the pouring rain,
that Kakashi blocked a hit meant for one of his teammates, leaving
him open for his enemy's partner to get a hit in on him.

"Uaakh!" He fell sideways and lost momentum, trying to regain it
by retreating in the direction he was forced and curving his
trajectory to get to his opponent's side. It wasn't working, and the
opponent nearly caught him before Rin buried a large shuriken in the
enemy's torso. That gave Kakasi enough breathing room to set his
sights back on the other one, but the other one had changed his
target as well.

Rin fended his assault off, as the others came to intercept. They
reached them, but not before Rin was thrown back over a cliff.

The rival ninja was disposed of right when Kakashi turned. "Rin!"
He ran to the cliff. "Rin! Rin!"

Through the torrent, it was hard to see if she had managed to catch
hold of the mountainside. For a moment he thought he might have seen
something moving, the fluttering red scarf of her ANBU uniform, a
small landslide caused by the disruption from her fall and the
pounding rain soaking into the soil drew it away. He cursed and made
the order to get to the bottom of that ravine as soon as possible.
They found a route that wasn't walk straight down the unstable,
perpendicular cliff-face and searched.

They found Rin shortly, cursing as she searched through the brush.
She was muddy, scraped, and her mask and supplies were missing, but
otherwise no worse for wear. Kakashi breathed a sigh of relief and
ordered that they find a secure position and take a break.

Rin entered Kakashi's tent without forward warning and curtly told
him to remove his shirt and armor so that she could tend his wounds.
He did as he was told-she was the medic-nin, after all-and he
watched with warmth daring to sneak back into his heart as Rin healed
it, and tended to the cut. He chose his words carefully; his mask was
attached to the shirt he'd just taken off and didn't have the luxury
of something covering his facial expressions.

"You saved me back there," Kakashi said, "Thank you."

She glanced up from her work in bandaging him up with a strip of her
red scarf and smiled. His heart fluttered and he smiled back.

"Unfortunately, though," she started, "I have lost my supplies,
so I'm going to be a burden now. I can't just keep ripping up my
uniform to make bandages, nevermind all the other things I need. My
only weapons left are in my holsters."

It crossed his mind that she lost her personal provisions as well, so
when she finished her job, instead of putting his shirt back on first
off, he reached over to his back and pulled out his ration for the
day, handing it to her. "Here."

She looked at it and accepted it, then, after a second of
considering, broke the ration in half and handed a piece back to him.
"You need to keep strong, too. Wouldn't do if you threw away your
health when I worked so hard on it."

He chuckled and popped his half in his mouth, ignoring the blush that
crept up on him from her words. After a moment of them just chewing
on the tough, crumbly food, he spoke up again, "Shouldn't you be
telling me to put my shirt back on, then, if you're so concerned for
my health? It's cold, you know."

"Like the ANBU uniform actually covers much of anything. Besides,
you got to see more than me shirtless, right?" Her tone was a
little more serious than the words sounded.

Kakashi frowned and his eyes lowered. "...Rin. Rin, I..."

"Stalking me and watching me through the ventilation system. Just
what were your intentions?"

He thought for a long moment and shook his head. "I don't know. I
just know that what I did..." He looked up at Rin, met her eyes,
and cringed. He felt his eyes sting and his heart clench... He threw
him self forward and touched his head on the ground with his palms
flat down before him, prostrating himself in a dogeza position before
her. "What I did had no excuse! I'm so sorry, Rin! I... I beg for
your forgiveness!"

Rin bit her lip in embarrassment. "Maah, Kakashi, that isn't
necessary, I... Oh, please, get up from that position, I don't...
Kakashi, sit up I've already forgiven you!"

His head tilted up. "What?" He sat up straight again. "Really?
When?"

"Through the course of the mission. Maybe before. I don't know
exactly, but a month is a very long time to stay angry at someone,
especially when they're the closest someone you've got. I have to
admit that you've always been there for me."

"Rin..."

"You've invaded my privacy, but I wonder how much of that just
seems logical when you're a ninja? I've had to spy on perfect
strangers more often than I can count. I've had to expose myself to
perfect strangers more times than I ideally would prefer."

Kakashi didn't want to think about those perfect strangers. He pulled
out his water canteen and took a swig from it before passing it to
her. "That doesn't excuse me, but if you truly still want me to be
around..."

"As long as you don't continue to pop in through my vents after
disarming all my traps... I mean I seriously would rather see you
come in through the window like you like to do instead."

"Ah, I never planned on making it a habit to come through the
ducts. It just happened that way."

Rin shook her head. "Really, Kakashi..." She took a drink from
the canteen

He looked her over again. Once again, she looked like some sprite of
the woods. She managed to clean herself up some, but patches of dried
mud was still crusted in her uniform, and there were little pieces of
dirt and clay still in her brown hair. Ah, there was a twig. He
reached over and pulled it out. She looked up into his eyes.

"Hey, Kakashi..."

"Hn?"

"...Why do you look at me like that?"

He considered the
question a moment before he focused in on how the water glistened on
her lips. Maybe this was his answer, or maybe this is just how
impulses work... nevertheless he took her chin and tilted his head in
to softly kiss her and lick the shared water off his own lips.

Yui-no and Mi-ai -
These are old Japanese traditions concerning marriage. Mi-ai is when
a go-between sets up two people to get married and they have a formal
interview. Yui-no is a period of exchanging gifts between the two
families after they're engaged to further solidify the union
between them. The Japanese don't really do this sort of thing
anymore unless they have very traditional families.
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