A/N: Part Two.

Also I've made small changes to Part One, adding the song lyrics throughout. If you have time, read it again from start to finish, because I think it probably works better as a one-shot. Not sure.

Enjoy, and as always, reviews are greatly appreciated! XD

PART TWO

I don't even know your name
Is this a dream
Cause right now I feel so high
I cant begin to explain
My temperatures rising wild
You're making me sweat
Tonight is a night I'll never forget

It was those eyes.

Those glittering orbs of pure emerald as enticing as a tropical sea on a summer's day. Those keen bright eyes, which seemed to look right through him and into his very soul, and made him ache with the need to please her. Those eyes could command anything of him. And he would obey.

Those eyes were his slaver.

He knew if he could just avoid those eyes he would be okay.

He knew he should probably leave town. For good. It was for the best for everyone.

But still, no matter how many times he had spent all night willing himself to have the courage to do it (hell, a few times he had even packed up his belongings and written a letter to the Hokage which he propped on his kitchen table against his relinquished hitae-ate) he could not bring himself to do it.

One time he had even made it so far as the gates of Konoha in the dead of night, the few precious possessions he had gathered over his life parcelled away into the small pack that was flung over his shoulder. But as he had approached those omnipotent gates that loomed over him as if daring him to step through to the unknown beyond, his feet – as much as he urged them to press on – suddenly stopped and would not let him proceed further. He had stood there, staring up at those gates in anger and cursing Kami above that he, the Great Copy-Nin Kakashi, could not carry out so simple a task.

But he knew why he couldn't. It was him. His willpower wasn't strong enough. He couldn't will himself to walk out of those gates and away from the centre of his very existence, because he knew it would kill him. Maybe not physically, but without her light to ignite his soul he would be little more than an empty shell, floundering in the dark. He was like a broken man, staring down the barrel of a loaded gun, knowing that if he pulled the trigger all the pain would be gone and he could float away into the blissful nothing where memories don't exist and the dark is consuming, but lacking the courage to take the final step and endure the initial pain of the act itself.

And so, like all the others times he had returned to his apartment, shoulders slumped with defeat and hesitant acceptance. He would sit at his table in his silent, dark home and burn the letter with a small katon jutsu, watching through blurry eyes as his latest attempt went up in smoke before him, the sparks which danced and leapt from the flames laughing at him. Mocking him.

You couldn't do it. They said. We knew you couldn't do it.

And then he lay on his futon in the silent night staring up at the ceiling high above, as the brain bugs came and joined in with a chant of their own, the sound coming from inside his own skull as they marched through his aching head and drove their words home with millions of tiny needle-point legs.

You can't stop us. They said. Only she can stop us.

He heard the chanted words grow louder and louder with every laboured breath through his lips and every beat of his broken heart, till he could no longer take their torment, and he flung himself off the bed and into the night like a haunted wraith into the tar-pit black abyss.

With only one destination in mind.

Those eyes are gonna make me fall
One look I want it all
Those eyes
You've got me hypnotised

The smell was driving him insane.

He smelt it above all else in the over-crowded little pub. There was the acidic smell of various liquors and beverages behind the bar in front of him, and the stronger, more rancid smell of deep set alcoholism rising from the now unconscious lump to his right. To his left the rank odour of an unclean body fought tooth and nail with a horrid contrast of overpowering musk cologne. The thick, sweet, wafting smoke from a nearby cigar assailed his nostrils as did the sporadic sickly smell of a combination of urine and vomit every time the door to the men's toilets opened and closed with a swing.

And yet, on top of all of that, he could still smell her.

That perfumed bouquet that was truly and purely Sakura.

It was as if she had marked him with her scent and now he was hers forever, and he could feel himself being drawn towards that intoxicating smell like a bird to the sweetest nectar. And he noticed something odd too -- as he downed his drink in record time in an effort to dull his senses some, on the contrary he became aware that the irresistible aroma was stronger now, and gaining in potency by the second.

A shadow passed into his peripheral vision then and that powerful scent became almost unbearable. And although his subconscious mind knew what he would find there he could not help his body's natural urge to turn towards the perpetrator, as a lyrically soft voice asked the barkeep for a bottle of warm sake. But when that unmistakeable pink came in to his vision he quickly snapped his eyes forward again, and his heart rate rose along with his anxiety as he prayed that she hadn't recognised him.

He could just see her from the corner of his eye now, and he could see and sense that she was looking at him. Studying him as if she thought he was possibly someone she knew, but not yet sure enough to ask.

He heard a slight intake of air as her mouth opened then, and his heart raced wildly as he sensed she was about to speak to him. But then she closed it and looked away, seeming to think better of it, paid the barkeep and left with her bottle of sake in tow.

His shoulders slumped visibly as he relaxed with relief. Of course she didn't recognise him. She had been standing on his left, and so the side of his Sharingan, therefore he was completely masked on that side, his hair was still covered by the hood of his camouflage jacket, and he had also been sure to mask his chakra. That really went without saying in a place like this, he had chosen this bar purely because hardly any local shinobi came here, and there was less chance of him having to be sociable. However, it was a hot spot for out of town shinobi, and many an intoxicated nin would jump at the chance to take on Kakashi Hatake, the reluctant superstar of so many nations' Bingo Books.

His eyes unconsciously raised to watch her retreating figure in the mirror across the bar from him. He watched the sway of her silk-spun strawberry hair as it rippled across her back with every step, before she moved around the table where the girls she had entered with were seated, and took her own seat facing the bar. He tried to ignore her, to stay focused on his drink or the bustling bar around him, but his eyes kept drifting back up to the reflection that was – exasperatingly – in his direct line of vision.

Those eyes are gonna see me through
Pretty girl, I'm loving you
Those eyes
have got me hypnotised

Kakashi lowered his head slightly, letting his hood fall to just above his line of vision, and watched her surreptitiously through the small window of light with his one visible eye.

Surreptitiously, soon became frequently, and then constantly. He watched her longingly, as she chatted animatedly with her friends, giggling, snickering, poking her tongue out, blushing, screwing her delicate little nose up in disgust, or making shocked little 'O' shapes with her mouth over some scandal or other that she was being told. And each little movement and emotion that graced her perfect face did glorious little things with those eyes, lighting them up in numerous and wonderful ways like a mischievous little kitten, or making them wide and dewy, in all their doe-eyed glory.

He watched as two of her friends started a conversation between themselves, and she looked away and around the bar curiously, but it wasn't long before those jade orbs snapped around to the bar, and suddenly they were locked directly on to Kakashi's own.

Shit.

For a heart-stoppingly long second she stared straight at him, her keen eyes bright and penetrating, and Kakashi almost looked away in embarrassment before he realised that it was not possible for her to see that he was looking at her from where she was seated. She was looking at him though, curiously again, with a puzzled expression on her face as if she was missing some huge clue that was staring straight at her.

Hey girl, its now or never
Those eyes are gonna last forever more

Kakashi lowered his head even further, and pulled the sides of his hood closer around his ears.

It was time to get out of here.

He rose quickly from his chair in one fluid movement, the stool making a deep squeak of friction against the floorboards as it was pushed forcefully away from the counter. He put his head down and strode towards the door through the crowds of people dancing and embracing in the pub's darkened dance floor, the neon lights of warm reds and blues and greens lighting the faces of the people around him for merely a second before they continued their pulsating pattern of light elsewhere.

He looked only at the floor as he pushed forward through the crowd, watching the feet around him move aside as they made way for the mysterious stranger. He had finally made it to the centre of the dance floor when he came upon a pair of heeled shoes whose feet refused to move from his path. He raised his eyes slowly up a pair of long shapely legs, a black satin skirt which rippled like ebony water, a narrow, belted waist, a cerise cotton singlet, an elegant neck, bee-stung lips and a cute, pert little nose.

And into those eyes.

And you're crossing the room
And you're one step away

They stood perfectly still, staring at each other for a long moment while the bar continued rambunctiously around them before either of them spoke a word. Those eyes nearly tearing a hole in his heart with the unanswered questions that he saw there.

"I thought it was you." She stated simply, and did he imagine the sadness he heard in her tone as she continued, "I know you saw me earlier at the bar. Why didn't you say anything?"

He could feel the perspiration that threatened to break loose on his brow, and he struggled to find his voice.

"I-" he croaked, stuttering uncharacteristically under the gaze of those all-consuming eyes, before silently ordering himself to compose. "I must have been distracted. Sorry, Sakura." He finished with an eye-crinkle that he hoped appeared far more genuine than it felt.

She studied him curiously for a moment, as if not quite believing his feeble attempt at nonchalance, then her brow furrowed as she realised something even more perturbing.

"Why are you wearing those clothes, sensei?"

For a moment he drew a blank, unable to think of a good excuse while she stood there curiously eying him up and down. It was the weight of those eyes again, boring into him, muddling his thoughts and straying his mind into forbidden fantasies.

He settled for shrugging his shoulders instead. He pushed the heavy hood back from his head, allowing his silver mop to breathe and stand up proudly again, but he left the scarf wrapped around his lower face.

"I don't really know, Sakura. I guess I just wanted to hide out for a bit. You know how it is." He sighed. Sometimes the truth was a whole lot less hassle.

Her eyebrows knitted again as for a moment she looked at him as if she had no idea who he was. Then her face relaxed, and she looked him over with that forlorn, almost sad expression on her face again for a long time.

Kakashi shifted under the weight of her gaze, but still he waited patiently for her next move.

He did not, however, expect what came from her mouth next.

"Will you dance with me, sensei?"

Kakashi swallowed. "I don't know if that's such a good idea Sakura-"

"-Please? It would mean a lot to me."

Kakashi's heart pounded relentlessly in his chest now. His mouth began to feel incredibly dry again, despite the amount of liquor he had downed already. He looked away from her and pretended to study the crowd around them while his mind desperately tried to formulate a plan that would let her down gently and allow him to make a quick escape. He finally managed to concoct an acceptable excuse and he turned to face her again, deciding he might as well give it a try.

She was looking up at him with those eyes.

Those god-damn, heart-wrenching, puppy dog eyes.

Even as he was thinking the words he had so carefully formulated in his head, he heard his mouth speak that fated word before he could do anything to stop it.

"Alright."

And there it was. That spark returned to her eyes as quickly as it had left, and it lit up her entire face like dawn breaking over an ocean horizon.

He felt his arms open, palms up, allowing her to take whatever stance she wished, and although he fully expected her to clasp his hand lightly and take the traditional pose for dance she shocked him yet again as she plunged forward inside the circle of his arms and slipped her dainty hands around his waist, leaving her poor, frazzled sensei no choice but to embrace her.

Her warmth against his chest was heavenly, and he felt like he might melt with delirium as he felt her press her face into the crook of his neck. His fingers trembled uncontrollably against her back as he rocked her gently from side to side in the warm comfort of his embrace, his other hand just as unstable as he raised it to tentatively cradle her head. He marvelled at the feel of the sweeping curve there and at how the back of her head fit snugly into the palm of his hand, as if it were made to belong there, her silken candy floss hair flowing like satin through his fingers.

The bouquet of her scent engulfed him now, and he was literally drunk on the intoxicating combination of the natural aroma of her porcelain skin, her sweet hot breath which tickled his neck as she nuzzled against his chest, the delicate scent of her sandalwood perfume, and the almost edible smell of her apple fragranced shampoo.

He couldn't stop himself; he felt as if he were possessed as he pressed his face towards that delightful scent, burying his nose in her locks and inhaling deeply, imprinting that aroma in his mind forever. His face contorted into a strange combination of pain and bliss as he revelled in his small moment of realised fantasy.

The brain bugs were completely silent now, this intimate contact with the object of his desires had quenched their insatiable thirst for the moment, and he felt a heavenly wave of peace wash over him as he held her tightly in his arms.

But still, in the back of his mind he knew that this union was bittersweet. His love was forever doomed to be unrequited; his punishment, his crippling cross to bear.

Kakashi felt that pained yearning rolling throughout his body in waves. He felt the nausea building slowly in his gut, the bile rising in the back of his throat, and as she began to circle her soothing fingers against his back a long shuddering shiver rolled down the length of his spine and his arms broke out into goose bumps. He even felt his tear ducts filling in anticipation of the tears of hopelessness which threatened to break loose, but which never would – for tears were a luxury that had long passed from his life, and all the tears in the world could not wash his soul clean of the countless years of loss.

He looked down at the top of her head, the hand that was there fell to her back to join the other, and, sensing his gaze she lifted her head slowly to look up at him.

And I'm looking at you
And my hearts in a daze
What more can I say

How strange it was to feel such an overwhelming sense of loss at the very time that he was as close to the object of his desire as he had ever been! Any fool who said it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all had obviously never experienced it for themselves. The anguish that Kakashi felt knowing that this was as close as he would ever get, and that this blissful moment would pass far too quickly and then be gone forever was indescribable.

Out of all of the bars in Konoha, why had she come into this one? Was Fate - that eternal prankster, that meddling, age-old bastard - trying to kill him for good this time?

As she looked deep into his eyes and he fell into the insatiable black holes that were hers he felt all of his careful self control slipping away from him. He began to imagine that he saw reciprocated feelings in those eyes, that she desired him as much as he did her, and he knew that it would not take much more of this before he completely gave in to those urges and desires that he usually kept so closely guarded in the black fortress of his mind.

No, it would not take long now.

His mind spun out of control, overwhelmed with the bombardment of emotions that were flooding his senses. He felt himself falling in to those hypnotising orbs, with no way to brace himself from the fall - the rest of the world around them was a blur and all he could see was her.

And those eyes.

Full of naivety. Full of innocence. Full of childlike wonder.

Full of trust.

It was that realisation that hit home like a tempered dagger through his aching heart.

As lost in his desire as he was, there was one glaring truth that stopped him dead in his tracks.

He was in love with her. And that love would never allow him to hurt her.

Those eyes are gonna make me fall
One look I want it all
Those eyes
You've got me hypnotised

The trust in those eyes told him he had to stop now. The trust in those eyes broke him out of his spell and with what was probably the greatest effort of Kakashi's life, he tore his arms from around her waist, and stood motionless in front of her.

Those eyes are gonna see me through
Pretty girl, I'm loving you
Those eyes
have got me hypnotised

Trying desperately not to look into those eyes again Kakashi drove that dagger home, deep within his heart, splitting it open so that it could never belong to another again. His heart would be hers forever.

"I have to go, Sakura."

Without waiting for her reply he fled from her side. With the grace and speed of only the elite he slipped through the crowd like an apparition, out through the door and into the night with only his haunted thoughts for solace, screaming in his head like a wounded banshee.

Only one set of eyes followed him.

Yeah those eyes,
You've got me hypnotised.

Those eyes that were his downfall.

Had he looked closely, he would have seen that those eyes contained something else.

Sakura watched as her sensei fled the dance floor, with a crippling sense of loss.

She felt the tears well up at her eyes, and her heart clenched painfully in her chest as the most important man in her life tore open the door to the busy Konoha bar and took off into the ebony night.

She watched as she felt that agonising pain again, that undeniable truth that she could never, nor would ever be good enough to be loved by such a great man. Her emerald eyes reflected her longing, and also the indescribable sadness that she felt every time that she looked at herself in a mirror; that she was too plain, too ordinary, too unremarkable to ever catch the eye of her extraordinary sensei.

Sakura watched sadly as the man that she had been in love with for the past three years walked away from her.

Again.

THE END

A/N: There you have it! Phew (wipes brow) My first Completed FanFic! Yay (does psychotic dance of joy)

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