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To No Regrets	By : Geist Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Kakashi/Sakura Views: 8030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-To No Regrets
- 1
Sakura opened her eyes to the familiar lights of the hospital overhead and groggily turned to the sweaty warmth clinging to her arm. Sarada was sleeping beside her in her hospital bed. She couldn't restrain the silent tear that ran down her cheek at the sight of her only daughter. About the secret she would have to keep from her for as long as she lived. Neck sore as she lifted it, Naruto's attention shifted from his seat at the window to hurry to Sakura's bedside.
"It's ok, Sakura-chan. ...It's over." No goofy smile or bright eyes crossed his features this time. No loud banter. Naruto simply whispered the mission's conclusion in her ear and gave her an empathetic hug.
There was to be no public spectacle. She did as instructed years ago and drugged his tea. A team of five ANBU came to collect him and disposed of the incriminating evidence of foul play as Sarada slept in the next room. She ripped the tatami on the floor with her kunai, then stood obidient as she was struck hard from behind and locked in what could have been a lethal genjutsu, but the operatives knew to leave her idle within her coma and as unharmed as they could get away with; these theatrics were strictly to keep her cover.
That night, Uchiha Sasuke was executed in his heavily sedated state, and his Sharingans, blood, DNA, and any other useful attributes that would either be a blessing or a liability, were collected before his corpse was incinerated, preventing any chance of a reanimation jutsu. The only ones that knew of the now seven-year long operation were the ones who needed to know: Kakashi, Naruto, Tsunade, the selected ANBU, and Sakura. Lady Tsunade had laid out the covert operation as soon as Team 7 had recovered from the war and the last great standoff between Naruto and Sasuke.
The last surviving Uchiha had sealed his fate upon his return after the many great atrocities he attempted to inact upon the allied shinobi nations and members of his own village...his own team. Sasuke's demented apprenticeship to Orochimaru, a traitor and missing nin, regularly reared it's ugly head in the rogue avenger's behavior. Even in his fight to 'protect' the Leaf, he'd revealed himself to be a threat. Despite all that...he was still the last Uchiha.
Much to everyone's surprise, even Naruto, Sasuke's most steadfast friend and rival, was ready to carry out his last mission regarding his former teammate. The village elders refused to dispatch the last surviving member of one of Konoha's greatest clans, so begrudgingly, Tsunade tasked Sakura to bear an Uchiha heir, in order to fulfill the internal operation and sate the demands of the higher-ups. Sasuke would need to be alive just long enough to help his heir develop a Sharingan, as the unlocking of the Kekkei Genkai was an orally-bequeathed clan secret. In the time it took for Sakura to attain status as the Uchiha matriarch, Kakashi was assigned during his term as Hokage to memorize all scrolls pertaining to Uchiha clan secrets and jutsus that were stored in Konoha's archives; he was to take up the torch in training Uchiha Sarada in the ways of her clan. He himself was the obvious candidate as Konoha's second-most experienced Sharingan user, as Danzo was known to have corrupt motives and could not be trusted with a task this monumental.
As much as it could be helped, Konohagakure's assigned team of nine shinobi were bound and personally committed to ensuring that the Uchiha clan would not die off, and that everything capable would be done to ensure Sarada would not take the same destructive paths as her predecessors. It was an ugly affair from the start.
Sakura reflected as she scooped up the raven-haired child at her side. Her longing for her beloved Sasuke was extinguished with the first strike he laid on her in the privacy of their courtship. It had not deterred the emerald-eyed kunoichi, but somehow being back-handed seemed to numb her as she stuck to her role in the mission. However, Sarada's birth awakened a new, almost feral fire within Sakura; she'd nearly compromised the entire operation the moment Sasuke fell into one of his small bouts of lunacy and their daughter was in his line of fire. Sakura had shattered his fist in seventeen places when she caught the punch he had aimed at their sharp-tongued five-year-old.
Within the following week though, Sarada had revealed with glee her first Sharingan, Sasuke proudly smiling behind her with a hand on the young girl's shoulder. For the first time short of a decade, Sakura had felt a wave of relief and knelt to hug her daughter with tears of joy...neither her child nor her husband realizing the full meaning of her elation. And after all was said and done, here Uchiha Sakura lay: her only child in her arms, unsure of what to feel. The fear she harboured silently was now washed away, but the weight had not lifted. She'd played a hand in the demise of her former teammate--the one man who held her heart throughout most of her life, to a grave fault.
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Through the months, Sakura had experienced the most peace she'd felt in decades. She relocated her bedroom elsewhere in the house and felt more liberated in her clothing choice. Sarada was well aware of her father's crimes and seemed resiliantly unattached to his death. Kakashi was once again a consistent presence in their little world as he now carried the duty as Sarada's respected sensei. The copy-nin had, of course, already been a cornerstone in Sakura's life since Team Kakashi had been formed, over the course of the Uchiha operation though, his companionship was rarely welcomed without Sasuke's chaperone. Meetings with Sakura's former sensei and companion had become clandestine at best, and assignations during side missions had to be made in order to speak freely about their progress.
One technique they used routinely was a telepathic jutsu of Sakura's own design. The medic-nin developed her concept with Kankuro during an extended mission in Suna: the condensed collection of memory locked within the flow of a masked chakra string from one indivdual to another over a short proximity. Kakashi was given the plant under the table during tea, and with instructed hand seals, unlocked a Sakura's-eye view of what transpired with Sasuke's deteriorating mental state. Sakura's former sensei had become her wordless link to the outside world and it infuriated him that one of his cherished teammates was calmly enduring what was undoubtedly the most dangerous role to play in such a mission.
Now, with their mission complete, the door was always open for Kakashi. As it did surprise both Sakura and Naruto, Kakashi walked Sarada home most days after training, and even more surprising was his lingering company in the Uchiha household. He often stayed for dinner or tea regardless of Sakura's erratic schedule at the hospital; and from time to time, they grouped to take trips for Sakura and Kakashi to spar with Naruto while Sarada and Boruto, observed from a distance the quite literally, earth-shattering exchanges.
Kakashi made a point to hide late night visits; not that anything ever transpired. Sakura was nothing desparate, since her list of suitors was a mile long. It didn't take long for the village clans and elders to start lining up their prized heirs. Hell, as far as the village was concerned, she was above and beyond reputable, and if she was good enough to continue the Uchiha bloodline, she must be good enough to extend any other clan. Sakura had her pick of male company, but the only man she never had to hide her secrets from was the one who could give her the greatest inconvinience in gossip...which, to be fair, she was already a target of the bored bitties around town.
When they first started, they simply confided in one another over things that Naruto would not handle...gracefully. Kakashi's lazy eyes seemed to always notice when things were caving in on the pink-haired woman's mind, and he did not leave it unnoted how she seemed to send a slug as invite on nights when his past demons needed settling, too. Though there were routines of absenteeism, both Kakashi and Sakura seemed to rotate into a rhythm that wouldn't leave Sarada to fend for herself for very long. Their lives seemed to fall in sync without word or contracts binding. The more cohesive they became, the more the touches lingered, and longer the meeting of eyes lasted...things were growing, with neither shinobi feeling obligated to address it.
This night in particular, Sakura trudged onto the haunted Uchiha compound from a gruelling, triple shift, patching up chuunins that had been defeated during the annual exams. The participants were profoundly brutal this year, which was to be expected, since the war had set into motion harsher standards in training. Shuffling her feet over the bridge, ghosts of the place she'd settled into being her residence ripped along her spine. Rounding a building sporting the mighty Uchiha crest, she saw the warm glow of her home.
As she and Sarada grew closer, Sakura found immeasurable comfort to know that her daughter left a lantern lit for her when she wouldn't be home before dark. Sarada's inheritence of her father's cool attitude belied the warmth and youthful hope she expressed quietly. Sakura was beyond proud when she saw compassion shine through in her child; it made most of the future that she feared for her melt away. She sensed his chakra as she slid open the paper screen door, but Sakura's heart still nearly jumped into her throat at the sight of Kakashi sitting on the couch in the dim flame's light.
"Yo." he happily greeted, now with both eyes unhidden and creasing with the faintest hint of age.
"Hi, Kakashi..." Sakura was a little more distracted with his visage than was probably appropriate, but taking in his display didn't seem beyond her sensabilities tonight.
The way the amber light danced on the curves of his smile and chisel of his jaw surged a warmth through her veins that became a familiar feeling in his company now. The hardened muscles exsenuated in his skin-tight ANBU shirt as his held a well-worn issue of Icha Icha Paraside.
She laughed tiredly, "Still a shameless pervert." kicking off her sandals as she moved. Sensing his eyes on her, she gracelessly sank into the couch next to her daughter's sensei. She barely took notice of the way her arm collasped over his unoccupied one. Silently, he took her hand in his own, weaving their fingers together.
"Is Sarada in bed?" The green-eyed woman blurted in observation.
"Mhm. Asleep since nine." Kakashi blankly replied as his elbow nudged the woman beside him.
"What?" She replied to his gesture.
The Sharingan user paused at the observation he'd made at many a campefire, of how the certain glow of flames made her eyes a strikingly bolder green. He could also see the faint fleck of a dried-up tear hanging on to the corner of her eye. Keeping his black eyes locked with her own, his head motioned toward the table before them.
"Sake, if you up for it." he replied with a clothed smile.
Sakura's eyes drifted curiously to a copper and green box on the table, then to the ceramic decanter beside it. Leaning forward to read the gold leaf label, she gulped hard and jaw-dropped.
"This stuff is worth a freakin' fortune! How'd you get it?!"
"A gift from the Daimyo of Water for my services. Naruto's inundated with the chuunin exams...Sai, and Yamato are both on missions. Felt like a crime to waste it on Genma and his girl of the night."
"With his taste in drinks, I don't blame you." She chuckled and cracked open to fill the cups. Sombreness began to drift in the space between words, each knowning well what honestly drew them together during nights like this. "Everything okay, Kakashi?"
There was a long pause before a response laced his sigh, "...Naruto asked me if he should have Sasuke's name carved on the memorial."
Sakura pondered long at the idea after she served her companion his drink.
"I hadn't even thought about that..." She answered honestly.
"I hate to admit that it hadn't crossed my mind either, Sakura."
A blood-curdling silence leeched in again as Kakashi unconsciously stroked pink locks. Neither one of them really paying attention to the beverages they nursed.
"He misses him." Sakura whispered.
Kakashi stared at the drink that now replaced the Icha Icha volume in his hand, "I suppose we all miss him...the Sasuke he was a long time ago."
She nodded slighty in concurrence, "Even Naruto knew it had to be done..." then turned to look her former sensei in the eyes, emotions seemingly numb. "Did we do the right thing, though?"
Black and green reflected on each other in the flicker of the firelight.
Kakashi formed his words carefully...matters as contraversial as these could easily ruin those involved with one careless thought. "Sasuke was spared many times over what any typical missing-nin would've been given in chances." he opened in technicality before going on.
"Naruto kept trying because Sasuke was one of the few people he felt he was close to...who truly acknowledged him, but Naruto has greater things than himself that need protection now. His family...he's Hokage now...and we all saw that being home and restoring his clan was bringing Sasuke's mind no closer to mending. It had to be done even if everyone thought it was the wrong thing to do. If we had turned down the mission, other shinobi would've just been chosen who would follow through, and we would likely be sequestered on missions until the operation was completed."
"Do you regret it?"
Kakashi's expression softened at the poingnant question. He didn't flinch when his former student plucked an unruly thread fraying from his hitai ate. "No. The moment he tried to kill you and Naruto, he was no longer my teammate to protect."
Sakura nodding again as she returned her attention to the cups in their hands, "To no regerts, then?" she proposed, lifting her glass graciously.
Quickly, she felt lips peck the seal on her forehead and her eyes shot back up as he agreed.
"To no regrets." his typical smile climbed to both of his eyes as he gently connected their toast.
Comfort welled again in Sakura's gut and found his smile infectious. Swigging back the fine sake, she admired how smooth and sweet the spirit was, despite its mule of a kick. Mmm-ing at the eloquent taste, she quietly eyed the box accompanying their drink of choice. Noticing her inquisitiveness, Kakashi elaborated.
"Peaches." he revealed curtly.
"Peaches?" she eyed him curiously.
Kakashi shrugged. "They're in season."
"I never figured you were so on point with your groceries." Sakura refilled their drinks, reclining with the cups to feel the silver-haired man's arm behind her back.
Taking the cue, his pulled her in closer, "Believe it or not, I do enjoy eating food, so it might as well be worth the money." his leaned eye-to-eye with her, expressing light annoyance in her incredulous joking.
"One could never guess since you barely take time to remove that mask and enjoy it." she egged on with a noticable quietness. It was not lost on her when Kakashi leaned in he less than an inch from her own face, the heat of his breath tickling her lips and his thumb idly caressing her hip bone. It sent a shiver through her that she couldn't hide. Her eyes and smirk refused to falter though as she lifted his restored cup into Kakashi's peripheral vision.
The staring contest continued for seconds more before Kakashi procured his drink, turning his head with masked lips ghosting over his former student's as he went, making her flinch. A short chuckle escaped him as he mockingly drank through his mask. Indignant, Sakura downed her own cup with ire seeping through. Enjoying the stinging warmth down her gullet, she nestled into the crook of her companion's arm. Squirming slightly as calloused fingers rubbed up and down her side.
Taking the open bottle from her lap, she poured another round for them both.
"Thank you..." She hummed when his hand left her side to work a knot out her shoulder. "...for seeing what I saw."
He knew what she'd meant by that and it made his brow furrow as he threw back his newly replenished drink. He never liked the idea of leaving his Sakura to Sasuke's devices when his welcome was worn out. Mentally, he scoffed at the sudden possessiveness. The drawback of the telepathic-plant was that not only did one receive a visual copy of the memory, but all-encompassment of the other senses as well. The pain of her jaw being dislocated, the spike in fear when Sarada witnessed the tirades, the paranoia of falling to sleep before her husband did, the loneliness that ached the same way it did in himself. Kakashi had no objections to the vicarious immersion; it was ingenious and really the only way reconaissance could be thoroughly accomplished around such a skilled shinobi. It made him seethe that he had to sit back and let it happen, though.
It undoubtedly made them closer than what the village would consider appropriate, given their age gap, but he couldn't really care less. Sakura had not been a child for a very long time now, and most men had a positive opinion on her sexual appeal; he'd be kidding himself if he didn't.
"Whatever you need, Sakura." he mused in a hushed tone.
Satisfied that the knot in her muscle had loosened, his hand fell back to nestle on her thigh. In that same moment, Sakura leaned forward after refilling her teammate's cup. As she moved, Kakashi's hand tingled the skin beneath her skirt as it slid along the crease of her thigh, resting on her hip. It nearly drove her up the wall when he feathered his fingers under her shirt along the small of her back. She combed her pink hair back in midst of the revelry, taking a bite out of the succulent peach offered for the night.
She hadn't noticed him watching the way the fruit juice trickled down her face. Green eyes comically rolled back into her head as she threw herself back against the couch, unabsahedly moaning at the rich sweetness. Suddenly, Sakura's world snapped back to reality when she felt a squeeze of her ass. Wide-eyed and gulping down the fruit, she realized she'd sat on Kakashi's hand.
"What do you think yo--" She was cut off when Kakashi pushed her onto her back, abandoning the peach to the floor.
Sakura barely had time to process the unmasked face floating above her, before Kakashi descended his tongue, licking the juice that trailed from her soft chin to a trembling lower lip. He met her luscious green eyes and stared. The blush betraying Sakura spread over her cheeks as he held her chin still...Kakashi's face was more gorgeous than she'd hoped it to be.

"No regrets?" he almost whispered.

Trying the gather her wits, she nodded, "No regrets..."
The typically lazy, jet-black eyes had morphed into something...not dangerous like Sasuke's, but still primal...intimidating. She shivered and instinctively clutched the fabric of his chest where her arms were trapped between them. He breathed in her scent as he traced her jawline and exhaled a shaky breath in her ear.
"I've waited a long time for this to be right." His voice took a deeper note. Lips tickling her lobe as he whispered. She felt his hand snake into her pink tresses as he continued, "Do you want me, Sakura?"
For all her experience in lusty exchanges, Sakura was more than frustrated at her inability to remember to breathe. "Y-yes.." she stumbled her words in a pant. Of course she wanted him, and not because he was there for her through her marriage. This man wasn't out for her usefulness...he'd always seen value in her without an urge to exploit it. Always protected her. The way they touched, looked, spoke...they've always been there for each other when being teammates never obligated them to do so.
Kakashi drifted up to meet her gaze again with a stern emphasis, "I'm not him."
Tears threatened to escape the corners of her eyes, and she smiled with it. "No..." she said shakily, "Just you...it should've always been you...you, pervert."
He chuckled before crashing into her lips and trapping her in with a snaking arm. The tears fell as she bucked her hips to meet his own. A low growl reverberating with her whimper as his thrust her lap back into the couch, grinding his need between her legs. Sakura ripped her lips away for breath, "Ss-Sarada..." she managed before Kakashi's tongue stole her again in hungry dominance. Nearly suffocating her as he inched and backed her head into the corner of the couch cushions; the thick heat was unbearable. Kakashi finally released her as they both panted for air.
He nodded, understanding her meaning and dashed them down the hall to Sakura's bedroom. Gracelessly tossing her on the bed, Kakashi turned to whip out a flurry of hand signs, sound-proofing the room. Just as she sat up, Sakura was pinned down again and Kakashi gripped a handful of her hair as he ravaged her mouth. Sakura just did make out the excited spinning of the Sharingans before her eyes flutterd shut, moaning into his mouth, smoothing her hands up his sides and lightly clawing them down his back. He groaned into her mouth and retreated to latch onto her neck while he snaked his free hand up the kunoichi's blouse.
Feeling the absense of his heat between her legs, Sakura wiggled an arm between them to grasp his length through his pants. A low rumble vibrated against her as his hand left her breast and snatched her groping by the wrist pinning her down. "Naughty girl." he chuckled as his glowing, red gaze bore holes into her. Sakura stuck her tongue out in teasing; Kakashi just grinned wickedly and sat his full weight on her lap, grinding his erection hard against the woman in his hold. She moaned and squirmed to little avail as the copy-nin loosened the buttons and unzipped her red uniform. The full moon offered him a view well lit.
She had her beauty in a magnitism young men could rarely appreciate. Rosy-pink nipples he'd glanced during the shared bathing of missions were now darkened from motherhood. Battle scars faintly remained from her expert healing. The stretch marks his expected were barely there...again, probably the handiwork of her own chakra. Her skin was a creamy map of a hard life, but she wore it without shame. Even as he roamed it with his hands, Sakura didn't shy away.
As Kakashi leaned down to take a pert nipple into his mouth she arched into him. He released her hand to cup her face, his thumb traced her lips and she sucked it with fervor. Her hands tugging at the hem of his shirt and he briefly obliged. Quickly their torsos laid bare as they molded in again, the friction of skin against skin. He bit her lip. She sucked on his neck and groped his ass as he pushed his pelvis against her.
The moment his hand began lurching into her shorts, she was already soaking through and he relished in it.
"You want it bad, don't you?" he panted out with a smirk.
She whimpered at his teasing, "Don't be an ass, Kakashi!"
And with one swift motion he was off of her, standing up to get dressed. "Fine." He said with a curt arrogance, but Sakura was having none of it.
She growled in frustration; he saw a streak of moonlit-pink flash in front of him and shove him back on the bed. Sakura was on him fast and already had her hand down his pants when Kakashi grabbed her tresses and rolled her beneath him, laughing at her eagerness to get at him. Quickly, he disrobed himself and hovered over her in his naked glory: sinewy muscles twisting into shapes decorated with scars...prominenet ones from his past...faint ones healed under her hands. She hooked her arms on his shoulders, pulling him down as she splayed fingers over a bore-hole scar etched deep in his back. A pang ripped through her heart as she kissed him.
He pulled off the remains of her clothes as he pushed her back from their kiss to move his lips lower. Seeing his motion, Sakura took hold of his hand, "Turn around." she urged breathlessly.
He groaned at the thought and she needn't elaborate. pivoting on his elbows, Kakashi nipped and kissed a trail along her trembling thighs as he felt her lips reach up to suck his aching cock. He moaned against her, lowering himself further into her welcoming mouth as he lapped his tongue along her dripping sex. He gave her clit a sharp, wet slap, causing muffled squeal to vibrate around his groin, making a shiver crawl up his spine. Ravenously, his tongue worked along her clit and he began thrusting into that gorgeous face below him.
Sakura gagged at the pressure but eagerly raised her head to meet his thrusts, relaxing her throat as her legs and arms quickly turned into a quivering mess beneath him. Wild, silver hair tickling her unbearably sensitive thighs and the mix of sensations only served to illicit uncontrolled moans whenever her throat was free of his member. Catching her clit gently in his teeth, Kakashi sucked the little bundle of nerves in as he struck it with his tongue ferociously. He pinned down her hips as she came hard, screaming around his cock.
Thursting into her mouth again he refused to stop his ministrations and held down tight as she convulsed and gagged, hitting a second, even harder orgasm. She sucked him as frantically as she could as her nails scraped against his buttocks. As she fell into a quivering mess, he switched his position to face her again. The heady smirk gracing his lips sent a shiver through her as the Sharingan analyzed her instinctively, hypnotizing her clouded mind.
She mewled as his fingers invaded her, slow at first, but wasting no time in gaining pace. Frantically, she gripped at his arms and threw her head back, giving in to the ecstasy. She tried to speak, but the words chocked in her straining breaths as Kakashi's fingers pounded into her.
A hot tongue followed the tendon jutting from her neck, "Say it, Sakura." He rumbled low in her ear as his free hand pushed down on abdomen, pressing the spot inside her closer against his pistoning fingers as he pinched her clit. Sakura cried with the wave of her cum and felt the boom of her lover's voice pounding against her ear.
"Say it." he commanded.
"Pl-please!" she wailed with trembling limbs clinging to the man above her.
"Please...what?" he ground out.
She whimpered at his unforgiving demand, "Please fuck me, K-Kaka...shi, please! Please cum in me!"
Growling in satisfation, Kakashi silenced her with a heady kiss as his withdrew his hands only to grip her thighs and plunge his length inside.
"Fuck..." he groaned out as he loosened her whimpering lips, sinking into her heat completely.
Pulling out had her up and gasping, clinging to Kakashi when his cock dove back in, stretching her taut. Again and again the heat surged through her with every stroke of him. She spoke his name brokenly and reached up to suck and nip at his neck while he pounded into her relentlessly. Wrestling her face into place with his own, he stole her breath with a growling kiss, never releasing her voice until they needed air. The room was fillied with her wailing, his grunting, and the wet sound of flesh smacking hard on flesh as her juices squirted out and leaked down his balls.
The orgasm hit again...over and over with every thrust and it only got stronger the faster he went. Kakashi persisted through her tight spasming until his thrusts become more frantic, erratic. "My Sakura..." he huffed ragged as he eyes locked with the half-lidded emeralds that threatened to roll back into Sakura's head as she cursed in overload. Several thursts later, he caved, cumming hard into the trembling woman under his weight. Lifting himself up just long enough not to collapse on his woman, he felt every inch of himself twitch and throb in exhaustion and delight. Sakura's languid body turned to curl into him, arm crawling over his back.
He mimicked the beauty before him and felt her return his earlier affection when she weakly kissed his forehead. He managed to pull the blanket from underneath them and drape their prone forms. They stared at each other, wordlessly. No 'I love you,' no pillow talk; it would ruin this moment. They way the moon illuminated their half-mast gazing and how they anguished to try a prolong the scene. Inevitably, they gave in to sleep...and each other.
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