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Don't Let Go	By : Shihori Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1523 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Don't Let Go
- 2-Chapter 2: Unrest
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its character as much as I would love to have a few of them hidden in my closet. They all belong to Mr. Kishimoto. Any of the characters you may not recognize of the canon story belong to me.
This is a Kakashi x Original Character fic. If you're not fond of this kind of pairing you've taken a wrong turn. Sorry. You'll have to turn back. Thanks for reading. Your comments will be greatly appreciated.

Don't Let Go by Shihori
Chapter One: Dreams of you

He had dreamed of her many times, to the point of forgetting sometimes that the woman he saw in those moments was a version made up by his imagination. Those were restless nights alone in his small apartment lying in his single bed imagining her there with him. It was rare to have a dream where she took control of the situation but his subconscious did not give him much of a choice as to what scenario would play –not that he would complain either way. His desire for her was such that it made his dreams so vivid that he could swear he felt the slight tickle of her long raven hair on his thighs while the soft skin of her inner thighs rubbed against his hips as she rocked her center against his erection, teasing him to the point of calling this torture. That was when he would lose control.
In every dream he was lost in the desire to possess her, to hear her moan and groan and shout his name. How many times had the dreams begun with her teasing him, only for him to tackle her down to his bed? Her laughter –which his subconscious seemed to have recorded with incredible perfection – would ring in his ears as he rolled her on to the mattress, only to turn into fictitious sounds of pleasure conjured by the previous encounters with other women. Somehow his mind had to fill that void. After all, other than the sound of her voice or her laughter he had no idea of how she would sound during sex. Not that it mattered at all when he dreamed of her.
No matter where that night's interlude would take him it would only show him what he truly wanted of her. Her laughter would turn into soft gasps as he bit on the curve between the shoulder and neck -wondering idly wondered if the real woman was sensitive in that spot. Her soft moans, wordless pleas, would bring him to the brink of insanity. That's when his imagination would call up on previous encounters with other women once more and use the knowledge of a female body to fuel his lustful dreams while a vague wish of wanting to feel the real woman remained lodged in the back of his consciousness.
But his dreams would never be deterred by unattainable desires. He would see his hands gripping her hips tightly, relishing in the feel of her soft, warm skin as he pumped into her steadily, and quickly turning his dream to a feverish coupling in the blink of an eye. His subconscious never prolonged this moment for him and most times he would wake up with a start, with a softening erection and a stained pair of pajama pants.
Despite the pubescent like finale of those dreams, he enjoyed them when they took the place of restful sleep. And at this particular moment he wished he was back in his bed, dreaming of her without her ever having an inkling of what ran through his head whenever he caught a glimpse of her. It was ridiculous the way he fantasized about this girl who he had rarely spoken to but he had convinced himself that someone like him could never reach someone like her.
What was even more outrageous than his wet dreams was the insane situation he found himself in presently. Had he known that this mission would bring him in close contact with her he would have declined it. After all Godaime had given him the option to not take the mission.
However, in his infinite lack of wisdom, he had taken the S-class mission along with Tenzou and Genma out of boredom. They had infiltrated a ring of thieves led by an S-criminal that had set up shop on the eastern border of Fire Country with the Water Country by taking the appearance of three of the rogue shinobi they encountered on their way there. By bringing the three they had killed to their own leader –after disguising the corpses as ANBU, they had earned the aging leader's favor.
Not for a second did he think that his decisions would lead him to this moment or how would they turn his dreams into a nightmarish reality.
He had dreamed of her laughter, her moans, -her voice calling out his name but now he was hearing her screams and her pleading voice thickened by tears. He was certain his subconscious would record those sounds faithfully just like it had done with her laughter.
One more thing to haunt me, he thought gloomily.
He had tried to politely refuse the "prize" given to him by the rogue shinobi, so had Tenzo. Genma had gladly accepted the woman given to him but that was to be expected. However, all three of them had not been comfortable with the order of making use of the women right there and then. The man was a voyeuristic bastard and there was no way to convince him of the need for privacy.
She looked the same as he remembered, just a little more mature but beautiful as always. He did not miss the anger in her eyes when that bastard Dakurou had ordered the three women to serve his men well before it was quickly tampered down by her determination to keep her cover of an innocent and obedient servant girl.
And now he had her underneath him while he tried his best to separate his dreams of her from what was taking place right there and then. He did not bury his fingers in her silk tresses nor bite that sweet spot between her neck and shoulder he craved so much. Since he had failed to convince Dakurou to let him take her to his quarters he tried his best to make this not similar to his dreams to spare himself a terrible memory, but more than anything he wanted this moment to be not so painful and undignified for her. She did not know it but she would be watched and heard not only by the enemy but also her fellow ANBU.
But she resisted from the start. Crying and begging to be let go. He suspected it was part of her cover for he could not imagine the proud ANBU master spy begging at all. When Dakurou threatened to hand her to the lower ranks to be passed around she took what seemed to be the better of the two options, or so he preferred to believe for now.
The sounds of his teammates and the women assigned to them by Dakurou filled the room. He could not think that this was any easier for them either but they had not been visited by dreams of the women offered to them or elevated her to an 'unattainable' altar in their minds. And yet, the mission was quite present in their minds, he was certain of that.
They had been ordered to infiltrate and take all the information they could get from this ring regarding their involvement with another faction currently threatening the trade routes between Water and Fire. And as humiliating as this was, it was part of their job. That is what he told himself, hating how his body reacted to the warmth of her body and the sight of her unmarred skin.
He leaned over her, his chest touching her back as his right hand curved around her hip to caress the very lightly damp folds of her womanhood. If he were to continue he would hurt her beyond the stab to her dignity.
Having no way to back down without killing Dakurou –whom he was certain would not stand a chance against four ANBU – and effectively failing the mission, he hoped to gain her cooperation. Using the cover of the wide sleeve of his yukata to hide their faces from the eagle eyes of Dakurou, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Sora, please forgive me."
She gasped, whether it was from his fingers between her legs or him using her code name, he could not tell. "Who?" She whispered back, managing a sob to continue her cover.
He decided to use the code name he was given on the last mission he had with her over five years ago for she would not recognize the code name assigned for this mission. "Karasu."
Her head moved in a slight nod. "Understood senpai." She said softly.
Those words were the equivalent of a "yes" in their situation. Despite her whimpers and light resistance to keep her cover –in Dakurou's eyes it would be more like she had finally resigned to her fate –he felt her body respond to his touch.
The moment he felt his fingers grow wet with her juices he decided to make her take some enjoyment at least. As his fingers delved into her passage her sobs turned into soft moans. Her hands gave in under their combined weight and she took that moment to turn her face away from Dakurou. At the sight of the other four a wild blush took over her cheeks, already reddened by all the crying, but she seemed to remember what she meant to do by changing their position this way.
It was difficult to concentrate on the quick taps of her forefinger against the tatami floor as a moan escaped her lips and consequently she bit her lower lip as if to keep more from coming out. The sight only sent him closer to the edge.
Meeting. Tomorrow. Ring.
Having finished her message she used her hand to cover her face as she groaned and her hips buckled against his, making his erection grow stiffer. With the way she pulled away again he was sure she had felt that as well.
I'm not sure if this is heaven or hell, he thought morosely, divided between desire and self-loathing.
"Matsuda, don't torture the girl anymore." Dakurou sneered from his vantage seat. "Or shall I take care of that perky little ass for you?"
"No need Dakurou-sama." He answered as he straightened, immediately missing the warmth of her body against his chest. "I figured I'd take my time with this one, but I've changed my mind."
Her obi had come loose making it easier to gather the two layers of the cheap kimono away from her thighs and bunched it up around her waist. At the sight of the creamy skin of her rear and legs he almost forgot where he was and how they had ended up like this. However, when he took her curvy hips in his hands he was quickly reminded. He hated the sight of another man's hands on her skin and hated that someone he had wanted for so long was being used in the name of their mission. It made no difference to his body's reaction.
One hand squeezed on her hip on its own accord as he plunged his fingers into her once again tearing a gasp and a moan from her again. It was all he needed as encouragement. Before he realized what he was doing he was taking his fingers wet with her warmth and tasting them. He gave a small thanks to the heavens above that she had turned her face to hide between her arms for he was sure he had the kind of face he did not want her to see in a moment like this. It may be for the sake of their mission but deep down he felt like the biggest bastard out there. Being a shinobi and knowing the risks entailed to the profession did not mean it made things easier.
No going back, he thought as he guided his throbbing erection into her moist passage. He felt his breath falter with the mere contact of their skin and the soft groan that escaped her lips. In the background, despite the roaring of his blood in his ears, he could hear Dakurou laughing and encouraging him and the others. It made no difference for the feel of her flesh encasing him was more than enough to drive his senses into overdrive.
She was so tight that he had to fight for every centimeter inside her. He vaguely wondered when was the last time she had been with a man while forcing down a slight pang of jealousy towards the lucky bastard. He continued to pull out a little and push back in as he had done several times now. The only difference this time was that he felt something give away. The way her body tensed along with the soft hiss coming from her told him that he had been absolutely wrong regarding this woman. When he pulled back out and saw the blood mixed with the fluids coating his erection he wanted to curse loudly.
Instead he leaned over her and grabbed her right breast to keep the act going for Dakurou while he brought his mouth to her left ear and hissed, "Damn it! Why didn't you-"
"Get it over with!" She hissed back and as if to stress her words she rocked her hips back against him.
He could not say he was totally unwilling as he thrust into her again but it took some effort to silence his thoughts and get back into task. A part of him mourned the dreams he used to have about her knowing that they would be forever tainted with the memories of this night. He also mourned the seductress his lustful mind had given birth to now that he was certain he was the first to be in her. You'd think it was something to be glad about, but it only made the memory of this day more bitter.
With renewed determination, he focused on taking the servant woman offered to him –he had to think of her that way for the moment to be able to shut the voices in his head complaining about the loss of his sweet vixen – and be done with this mission as soon as possible so he could apologize to her.
Feeling his release close he decided he would not go without her. The hand that had stayed on her breast slithered down between her legs again and found the sensitive nub he had caressed earlier. He had a feeling that she was still holding herself in check and as selfish as it was of him, he wanted her to let go at least for this instant and mercilessly worked on the swollen nub until she was not only panting but moaning and moving her hips to his rhythm.
A mixture of a cry and groan escaped her lips as he felt her orgasm ripple through her body, followed by his own. He remained still for what seemed an eternity, focusing on not toppling over her even though his arms so yearned to have his weight shifted otherwise. As perverse as it may seem he quite enjoyed the feel of her flesh squeezing him and relaxing only to tighten again. He did not want to leave her until the delicious ripples subsided. He did not want to leave her –period.
Dakurou was not keen on giving him such freedom though. "Well since they are done with the three of you whores take yourselves out." He said in a clipped tone.
Whatever his problem was, he did not appreciate her being called a whore. His dark mood vanished as he felt her stir from under him. As she pushed herself onto her hands he had no choice but to pull out and away from her. He should have known she would be eager to get away from him. He straightened his clothes just like the others and avoided looking at them. As she put her clothes in order as well he caught a glimpse of her flushed faced and slightly parted lips. He really wanted to taste them, taste all of her in a more private setting, in a consensual situation and with no time limits to it.
He had to look down as she carefully stepped away hoping his thoughts would not be readable on his face. That's when he noticed the dots of his cum mixed with blood staining the tatami floor and felt a mix of primal pride and disgust. And all he could think as Dakurou called their attention to discuss their next assignment was, You're a sick, sick man, Hatake Kakashi.

Kakashi did not want to examine closely the reasoning behind his actions but if he were to be truthful –at least with himself – he had to admit he had acted out of pure personal issues and misguided possessiveness. However, he told his teammates that their cover would be blown the moment the rogue missing-nin hunter arriving with Yutari –the leader of the faction causing disasters on the mid-routes – cut into the fake ANBU corpses waiting in the cellar. This was a completely unexpected turn of events. It was a sensible reason to get what information they could and return to Konoha. They agreed on this, but both Tenzo and Genma were taken aback when without previous warning he lodged a kunai on Dakurou's throat.
The bastard had asked for it, Kakashi reasoned with his self as the fight broke out.
The meeting had gone right into business and the three of them being in Dakurou's good graces having proved their value by killing three ANBU had been ordered to take part of it. Luckily for them, the rogue nin delved immediately into their next plans and it was quickly obvious to Kakashi that Yutari was the true mastermind and that Dakurou was no more than the brawn of the operation.
After the business discussion was over, Dakurou ordered sake and for "Sachiko" to bring it.
"The girl was torn in just last night Yutari," Dakurou chuckled, "Just like you like them. I figure you'll enjoy this one. Matsuda here was a softy with her but I'm sure you'll take your time breaking that one down."
No matter how much of an S-criminal one could be, if you were confident that you were safe in your surroundings a half drunk, aging, fat ass like Dakurou could be eliminated with quick precision.
The man did not seem to know what hit him for he went down immediately with the first kunai that sliced through his neck and trachea. The other kunais that had stabbed onto his chest had been just in case the first did not hit mark quite as he had expected. Truthfully he did not doubt his throwing skills at all, but it did give him some sort of pleasure throwing the extra kunais.
Just as the fire was lit, the missing nin hunter appeared and informed with a loud yell, "They are the Konoha ANBU!"
"Wonder what gave that away…" Genma, code name Maru, said in a sing song voice as he threw –and hit on the mark – a fast action poison senbon that had the nearest guard crying out in excruciating pain
"Such a smart guy." Tenzo said in a deadpan tone as he sliced through one of Yatari's guards with the katana he'd taken from the man he was impersonating.
All three had changed in a puff as smoke into their real appearance. Unfortunately the ANBU uniforms would have to stay with the corpses. Ok….not so unfortunate but Kirara from Resources was not going to be happy having to file another request for uniforms and gear for the three of them. If Kakashi remembered well, both Genma and himself –Special Ops ANBU by Request or as it is known among the ranks "cheap thrill whores" –were thoroughly warned by the cranky porcupine to bring back the uniforms intact. Not even Genma could butter up that vicious tongue.
It took them a short while to end the fight. The Hunter was not as much of a pansy as his first impression had given away and Yutari even though he was a skilled shinobi he was hardly S-rank.
The mission had not gone as planned and Kakashi was certain that the Godaime would rip him a new one, only verbally if he was lucky, but bringing Yutari in to be interrogated would be a good apology present. They made their way through a few cannon fodder shinobi before breaking into a fast run to the forest. He sensed another chakra approaching them. A quick look over his shoulder confirmed his suspicion.
When she caught up she said without sounding breathy, "3'o clock. Five minutes. I have something for you to deliver."
"Didn't know we were playing mail delivery, Tomoe-chan." Genma grinned at her.
"Well when you go and close shop suddenly without express orders of Tsunade-shishou, you get to play mailman, Genma-chan." She said in a sweet tone.
Kakashi immediately knew that she was truly pissed. What at exactly though, he was sure he would find out in three minutes.
They reached a clearing where she took point to lead them up a rocky hill covered by sparse greenery. She formed a few seals before pressing her hands against the rock face. A cave entrance was revealed when the rock disappeared.
Kakashi dropped his unconscious baggage against the wall and crouched next to the man, watching her carefully as she handed three scrolls to Tenzou.
"You know Kurosagi-san, Kakashi-senpai is the team leader." Tenzou gave a quick look over his shoulder at the man himself.
"You all have to report to shishou. What does it matter who carries the scrolls?" She said and unsealed a fourth scroll to reveal a backpack and her small weapon selection. She pulled out some clothes and gave Genma a pointed look, "Turn away the three of you."
They did as told but Genma could not hold his tongue. "But Tomoe-chan, we are much closer now. There isn't much we haven't seen of each other."
Kakashi knew his face promised slow, agonizing murder from the way Tenzou tensed up next to him but it was the soft, tinkle laugh behind them that truly gave him the chills. Anyone that knew Kurosagi Tomoe-sama knew that laugh foreshadowed pain ahead.
"Genma, shut it." Kakashi finally spoke, "Kurosagi-san, ignore the idiot." He stood up and signaled Tenzou to take care of their baggage.
"Sure senpai." Tomoe smiled turning around and walked to Genma slowly buttoning up her black vest.
Kakashi envied Tomoe's target for he was getting to see what he very much wanted to see without pretext of a mission but he did not envy the cold look pointed at the senbon idiot. He scratched an imaginary itch on his cheek and looked away with great effort trying not to ogle the swells of her breasts and the creamy skin of her abdomen that was disappearing with each button popped into its eyelet, but more than anything he did not want her ire directed to him for the price of a better glimpse of what he desired.
Genma grinned, not bothering to look away as she stopped in front of him. "Why is it that I'm the only one you won't call senpai, Tomoe-chan? So disrespectful…Even Itachi got to be called senpai by you when we weren't on a mission."
"Cause unlike you old man, Itachi deserved the title." She smiled, "I hear a peep about this mission when I get back to the village Genma-chan, I will leave you without a pecker to stand to attention after every skirt that passes your way, just like Dakurou."
"Ah…" He said smiling but he took a step back just in case. "So that's why he didn't take part of the celebration."
Her eyes narrowed dangerously and Genma just laughed nervously as he stepped around her. "I'll go check that we weren't followed." He said, leaving the cave with his life, for the moment.
"We better get going Tenzou." Kakashi said no longer comfortable since the glare had moved on to him.
"Not so fast senpai." Tomoe smiled at him, "Care to give me a reason as to why my mission had to be cut short? I was under the impression that my job here would go on for three more months."
"Do not worry about it. I'll report to Tsunade-sama." Kakashi narrowed his eyes at the retreating back of Yutari or more accurately, Tenzou. He wondered briefly why they had not been briefed about a mole in the ring. It would have been nice to know she was there. Maybe he would have gone by things differently, although at the moment he was not sure how anything could have been prevented.
Tomoe picked her sword harness and slipped her arms through it. The kodachi with the carved ivory handle slipped into place at her back only to be hidden underneath a white kimono shirt with a pattern of cherry blossoms. "So, what shall we do Hatake-senpai?"
He knew well what she was talking about. "It was a mission."
Kakashi watched her head bob slightly in a nod. "Of course. What I am asking is –are we walking on eggshells now? Or in Genma's case, stomping on them?"
Kakashi let go of his breath in a slow sigh before he answered, "It was a mission, but I still apologize Kurosagi-san. You did not deserve that."
"It was in the job description as you may well know." Tomoe said, "Lose your virginity before you are sent upon your first mission." She laughed but it was the warm, unguarded laugh of his dreams. "I found that quite offensive and did not follow the directive. I guess I had been lucky the last six years but I am satisfied with the fact that at least it was someone I trusted and not someone like Dakurou and his cronies."
He did not know what to say to her declaration of trust so he didn't even try to respond. In his mind right now he felt as good as the scum she had just mentioned.
She picked her backpack and swung it over her shoulder. "Senpai," She said, coming to stand in front of him, so there was no escaping her prying eyes. "I just want to make sure that the next time we meet we can be just like before. It was no more than a mission. You did no wrong."
Practically strangers again, huh? He thought not sure if he was keen with the idea or relieved she was taking it very maturely.
He nodded but said, "Mission or not, I still want to apologize."
Tomoe sighed and shook her head. "I don't see why you should. There was no way around it really." She turned away and stepped away from him. "Please tell Tsunade-shishou that I will be taking a short detour after completing the other task she assigned to me."
He watched her leave the cave and cursed under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck. It was alright he supposed. The mission had not left him any other choice. She knew as much and did not want an apology from him. He guessed by apologizing he was making it sound like she had been an accidental one night stand after a long night of drinking or something worse that he didn't even want to give words to for it felt like the truth was closer to that.
Having his deeds waved aside so easily did not set well with him though. Maybe because he knew that part of what he did was not because the mission demanded it but because he had wanted to do it. There was no way he could fool himself to think that tasting her on his fingers had been part of the necessary motions.
With a deep sigh he walked out of the cave and brought out the headband out of the yukata's fold at the waist and wrapped it around his head, immediately covering his Sharingan eye.
"Take care you three." He heard Tomoe say as she walked away as he approached. "You owe me a drink Genma-chan! Remember that!"
"Yes mistress!" Genma yelled after her.
Once she was gone, headed south east, Kakashi turned to Genma and fixed his one uncovered eye on him. "Shiranui…" He began but the perverted –not that he thought he had a higher ground than him in that aspect – senbon user held a hand out to him as if to stop him from continuing. A senbon dangled from his lips as usual.
"No need for you to speak the threats Kakashi. They're quite clear on that eye of yours." Genma chuckled, "Tomoe-chan will keep her promise if I say a word, and I know you'll get to me before she does if I do and follow through with your own killer intent. The only difference is that I'm quite sure with you it will be a torturous experience while with her I might enjoy it even if she's castrating me." Again he grinned unrepentantly and said, "I swear I won't say a thing."
In the present situation, that was the best he would get from Genma so Kakashi settled for it. "Let's move." He said and led the way back home, all the way hoping that this mission would not become one more moment in time he would regret the rest of his life.
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