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Warning: This fiction holds heavy sexual themes and underage consensual sex. In a world where children are raised to kill people and fight in bloody wars by the age of six — I think sex becomes less of a taboo the younger you are. Sakura has barely graduated as a chunin, so she is around fourteen early fifteen here before shippuden. There is a blank spot in her history during her time with Tsunade and this is where this story falls.
If underage sex with an adult disturbs you, do not read. I don't see the need to give me disgruntled reviews or flags when you have been properly warned.

The Henge

xox

"Kakashi, are you sure you're ok with this ?"

A pause permeated the thick atmosphere of the Hokage's room like a ball of disgruntled nerves.

"Of course," the man responded dismissively, "why wouldn't I be? She is still technically part of Team seven."

The Hokage eyed him speculatively, all her years of gambling against men with straight faces at tables of poker across borders couldn't have trained her to accurately read what this man before her was thinking.

"I'm not blind, Hatake," Tsunade reached for a booklet that held the names and catalogues of shinobi from the past year and their corresponding missions. She began to thumb through it carefully until her eyes landed on Hatake, Kakashi, dozens of missions occupied the prominence of the pages solely dedicated to him. "I know you've been taking extended missions ever since your pupils have decidedly taken their own paths."

Kakashi shifted carefully from one foot to another, "am I dismissed, Hokage-sama?"

"No. — I know you must feel partially responsible, but do not let the temporary dismantlement of Team seven force you out of the village."

His eye crinkled deceptively, "I don't see the other teams split from one another, nor do I see other students defect from their village," he refuted, hands stuffed into his pocket.

Tsuande shot him a harsh glare, honey comb eyes pierced through the calm facade the man before her held, "you still have a respectable student here, or do I need to remind you?" she shot back, "actually, I should be reprimanding you for putting your entire focus on Naruto and the Uchiha boy," her voice raised several octaves.

"—I've been training with Sakura for a little under a year now and it appalls me that she can learn so quickly — yet arrived to me exceedingly under prepared by her previous sensei. Excellent chakra control and her ability to handle genjutsu should have been exploited properly."

Kakashi flinched at the truth her words held, but decided to remain quiet in the face of those truths. He felt a perpetual guilt, Tsunade knew this — but it had to be said.

"Listen to me, Hatake—" Tsunade stood up and slammed her hands on the desk, annoyed by his aloof attitude. A threatening finger point landed in his direction, "Sakura has never mentioned anything about it, but this is an opportunity for you to bridge some sort of gap in this team."

Her words fluttered through him which the intuitive sannin perceptively noticed, "aside from that, Sakura could use more field experience as a medic, training her here only does so much."

"So you want me to purposely get hurt?" he questioned incredulously.

Tsunade winked, a fruitful smirk on her tugged at the corners of her lips, "intuitive as ever, Hatake." The blond woman turned and began to shuffle around the stacks of paper on her desk before tossing him the briefing scroll.

"It's a simple C-rank mission; retrieve a scroll from the fire daimyo's runner, collect some intel and come home in one piece with my apprentice, got it?" She rubbed her temples, the urge for sake began to waft through thoughts as the beginning echoes of a migraine pressed against her, "the collection site is on the border of Sound, so you may be intercepted - engage only if followed."

Kakashi grasped the scroll and put it in his back pocket, "this seems to be a higher ranked mission than for Sakura and myself, Hokage—"

"Are you doubting my decision?" she grumbled, annoyance crept into the undertones of her voice, "you might be pleasantly surprised by her progress. Now get out of my office." She shooed him away, and with a flicker her best jounin disappeared.

Maybe the stubborn, aggravatingly elusive copy-ninja would listen this time.

xox

He arrived at the gate shortly after dawn the following morning, in the distance by the village's main gate he could spot a speck of pink speaking amicably with Kotetsu and Izumo, light laughter pilfered the air when he arrived.

She was punctual as ever and she leaned casually against the booth dressed in new battle attire, a paneled pink skirt covered spandex bottoms that complimented her vest and boots. A smile lit the faces of the trio — and he couldn't help but notice the way the two men leaned in closer to her and strung onto the conversation too closely.

She must have sensed him because she turned from the duo and glared at him, "you're late as ever, Kakashi-sensei," she scolded, gloved fingers gripped the sides of hips disapprovingly.

"Is that anyway to greet your sensei?" he lamented with a small sigh, "and here I thought you might actually miss me." He gave Kotetsu and Izumo a cordial nod, the two returned it with a small frown on their lips — and he responded with a crinkle of his eye, — sorry to ruin your fun, it said.

This time a smile did grace her face, "I did."

How long had it been now? He had been taking extended missions lately — for his own sake. After Naruto decided to train with Jiraiya and Sasuke's resolution to chase after Orochimaru, it had left the remaining two members in limbo.

Truthfully, he couldn't blame his singular female student for seeking out the help of the Hokage. Someone who was gratefully respected throughout the different villages appealed to the young girl, and he wasn't dumb enough to miss the fact that she had felt left behind by her two teammates.

He put a hand on her head thoughtfully, reminiscent of the times he praised her for the good work she did. "Shall we go?"

Her eyes widened fractionally before she agreed and waved goodbye to the duo at the gate — their departure would land them close to the border by midnight if they were steadfast, any decent ANBU team could make it there before nightfall, but he didn't know if Sakura had kept up training her stamina with Tsunade.

Surprisingly, it wasn't until noon that they stopped to take a break. Their conversation had been kept to a minimum, his normally talkative student had remained relatively quiet during their running with sparse conversation here and there — but the reality of their team hung between them.

"You let your hair grow out," he stated off-handedly, her hair had grown, it sat beneath her shoulder blades and made the copy-nin realize how much time had been lost between them.

She fingered her hair self-consciously, unknown to her the significance of her hair didn't go unnoticed by him, "yeah…I honestly haven't had time to cut it since I've been training with Tsunade-shisou," she sighed exasperatedly, "between medical ninjutsu, training practice, and volunteering at the hospital I hardly have any time to think about my hair."

"It looks like she's doing a good job, you didn't even ask for a break."

Sakura visibly perked at the compliment, her eyes flickered at him appreciatively, "yeah. You'd be surprised at what I can do now, Kaka-sensei." The old reminder of his name that Naruto famously coined drew back the memories of their team — and they both fell into a hushed silence.

The sound of leaves falling echoed around them, and it wasn't until Sakura put her canteen away did she make a move for them to go, "it's kind of weird — isn't it?"

He peered at her curiously, "what is, Sakura?"

"You and me, being here…without our team." Memories danced between them, they had traveled this same road numerous times — except now there was the significant loss of the loud-mouthed blond and seated presence of the Uchiha.

"Yeah," he remarked thoughtfully, "I can appreciate the silence without those two fighting."

Her eyes widened at the blasphemous comment, "you know you miss them fighting…wait—" she paused, as if upset with herself for not noticing earlier.

"Why did Tsunade-shisou only allow us two to take this mission? Shouldn't we need a three-man cell?"

Kakashi shrugged his shoulders, "teams are spread thin right now — and I think between us two we constitute a three man team - no?" he teased playfully.

"Maybe you do," she conceded, "I still have a lot of training to do—"

"Don't be so hard on yourself," he cut in quickly. The severity of his tone darkened the light conversation between them, "Tsunade assigned this mission to us specifically, are you doubting her now?" he reprimanded — although he left out the hypocrisy of his own questioning yesterday.

She paused, careful to extract the words that her teacher had ingrained into her head, "no, no I'm not." Her shoulders squared and fingers flexed against the leather of her gloves — he had to wonder why she wore them now, but kept the question to himself.

"Good. Now we need to leave, but let's keep it at a leisure pace — we're already ahead of schedule anyway."

If there was one thing Sakura appreciated, it was the times when he went easy on them. He couldn't say that so confidently now, because an agitated frown crossed her face but she made no move to protest his suggestion.

Oh well.

He pulled out his book from his back pocket, the familiar feel of the item set him at ease as he opened it on the last chapter he had left on — which had annoyed him since the cliff hanger had him reeling that morning before he departed is apartment.

Time seemed to fade as he began to read the altercation between the heroine and man that she was supposed to kill — her back arched off of the desk to press her breasts against the masked-man, he hissed in pleasure and began the slow decent down her throat with light, wet kisses to her skin. Their bodies began to synchronize in hurried, languid movements against one another, his erection pressed painfully into her inner thigh and she couldn't stop herself from mewling his name when he began to push himself into her hot, wet folds —

"Oh!"

"Kakashi-sensei!"

He peaked from the cover his book at Sakura, and he would be a liar to admit that he gave her an annoyed, tired eyeful - "what is it, Sakura?"

She glared at him accusingly, "why do you have to read that in public?!" she hissed at him like a feral cat that had it's tail pulled.

"Wha?…You've never had any objections before this."

Her eyes bugged out from her head, "yeah…well now we don't have Naruto or Sasuke-kun here to not make things awkward!"

"Awkward?" he cued innocently, "I don't see how this is awkward—"

"It's just us two! You can't read porn in public with an underage girl!"

Ouch.

"I really don't see the issue—" really, there wasn't a single soul on this road for at least twenty miles, and the chances of anyone noticing the orange cover of the book were slim — this was a limited edition, after all.

"Well I do! You're like a creepy, old family member reading that so casually next to me, what do you think someone walking by would think?"

"Sakura, you have to stop caring what others think of you," he taunted happily, "do you think I care?"

"Obviously not," she shot back with a well practiced eye-roll.

He paused with a huff, but for the sake of her fragile demeanor he decided to cave, "does it really bother you that much?" he questioned.

She gave him a slight nod and irrefutably innocent look, "yes, it does."

"Then what about this?" trained fingers pressed themselves together and with a small pop! his appearance changed to his similar fifteen year old self, albeit shorter — and a bit lankier, otherwise there was a fresh feeling in his limbs that had gone unnoticed until now.

"What do you think?"

xox

Sakura remained eerily quiet after her sensei transformed, years had been swept away in a whirlwind of smoke that left the young girl thoroughly surprised at the person before her. His normally a-symmetrical mask now hung beneath both of his eyes, revealing both of his playful eyes and the scar that reminded her of the stories he had told them before about his previous team.

A sudden blush warmed her cheeks at the sight of this new, entirely different person before her. The sense of their age difference was lost to the roseate girl, he still towered over her — but his body remained lithe and defined under the tight shirt that had replaced his normally slack jounin uniform. Twin katanas stuck out from his back that graced broad shoulders —

No, what?!

"K-Kaka-sensei?" she stumbled to comprehend who this person was, but his only response was the curious tilt of his head.

"What?" he asked, "you don't like it?" he gave himself a once over, it had been years since he had worn anything similar to this — but the familiarity of the clothing and his appearance were quick adjustments.

"No…It's fine," she stammered, she ripped her eyes away from him in fear that he might recognize how flustered she had become. Sea foam eyes pierced the ground before her, suddenly aware of how close her sensei had been standing next to her, his presence had turned from comfortable to giving her a hyper-awareness of his body with a dash of self consciousness.

But why?

She bit a plump, pink lip — she did not think he was handsome.

That could be the only explanation, but it felt so weird to see him similar to her in age.

"Sakura," his voice still sounded familiar, it basked in deep waves that caressed her skin and gave her goosebumps, "are you comfortable now?"

She peaked at him again, compared to her sensei — this version of him held a more dominant presence, although she could see more of his face, she felt more distant. "Y-yeah," was all she could manage to murmur to him.

She had heard stories about his serious and ruthless he had been, although she found it hard to believe because he portrayed himself as aloof and laid back, yet even now she could feel the authoritative, daunting aura he eluded.

"If you say so," he commented, he returned to reading his book casually — as if he wasn't standing next to her as an entirely different person.

"You did all of this so you could read your book?" she grit out, irritation clearly defined by her accompanying glare.

"Of course," he stated, as if it were a normal, daily occurrence in his life. "Am I still a creepy-old family member now?" his voice held a level of teasing that hadn't been lost on her.

Sakura shook her head, "no, now you're just a creepy pervert who still reads porn in public," she shamed him, irritation and her frustration with the situation had taken a seat to her shock.

"That's not fair, you're the only one who ever has a problem with this, Sakura." Her name rolled off his lips casually, the syllables played off of his tongue with ease, which normally would have gone unnoticed by the fresh chunin, but now her eyes became fixated on the area of his masks where his lips parted beneath the material.

Sakura decided not to say anything in fear that she might slip and say something stupid, she had never had this much trouble communicating with her teacher before — if anything she had always found him to be the easiest to talk to, whether it had been from gaining his approval or listening to his advice — now she felt unsure.

"Whatever," she relented finally, and with a happy hum he returned to reading his book beside her. The road stretched before them, and what had been a fast moving mission now seemed incredibly slow with her embarrassed realization that her sensei had and was — unfairly good looking.

xox

They traveled through dusk relatively quickly, Sakura had abided her time by focusing on anything other than the man that was beside her, and she continually found it unnerving how he could read his book with a sense of calm serenity around him. They arrived close to the sound border by nightfall, the dark hours of the night hung under the dim light of the crescent moon, shadows and creatures began to make their presence known in the thick expanse of forest around them.

"The daimyo's runner should be meeting us by midnight at the rendezvous point west of the sound border, which means once we're there we can wait a while," his directions cut into the silence of the night.

Sakura merely nodded her head in mutual respect for her sensei, amazed that he can be a quiet-porn reading, light-hearted shinobi and a serious captain all in a matter of seconds.

He had been walking a few steps in front of her which had given her ample view of his back - shoulder blades cut into dense muscle that outlined the perimeters of his —

Stop!

She was sick, no matter if it was a simple henge or not, this man was her sensei, someone who would be equally sick that she had been eyeing him as anything other than that.

Her inner ramblings were cut short when in a sudden flurry of motion he swept her off her feet and pressed her into a thicket of bushes yards away from the break in trees that they had previously been occupying. "Kaka-!" he cut her off by clasping a gloved hand over her mouth, the taste of leather lingered on her lips when she struggled against his strong grip.

Her eyes pleaded with him to explain, but he shook his head. "Be quiet, there's someone coming." They would be of no use if they were ambushed before they got the scroll. Kakashi remained on top of her, his legs on either side of one of hers, knee planted between her legs while his hand still remained cupped over her mouth.

Their proximity sent her reeling, but she contained her shock to remain rigid beneath him. She could feel everything. His body molded over hers graciously, and she couldn't help but stare at the intense eyes that looked past the thickets of bushes that concealed them. His free hand planted itself on the other side of her head, thoroughly trapping her beneath him, her pulse heightened at the intimate position they were suddenly in, and she squirmed her lower half — unknowingly brushing her leg against his inner thigh.

This time, he took notice of their questionable position and felt her petite thigh brush against his member, his eyes darted to his singular female student and suddenly he removed himself from her persons — a sudden shock to his abdomen made his cock twitch pleasurably.

She scrambled onto all fours as if he had threatened her, and even in the dim light that slit through the trees he could see the flush on her cheeks.

He didn't have time to express his apologies and explain how it had been an accident — instead he grabbed her wrist and they began to run through the thicker areas of the forest.

"Where are we going!?" she hissed behind him.

He let go of her wrist shortly after, choosing not to respond - she would need to trust him. The only sound that filtered into their ear canals was the small crunch of their feet touching the ground. They arrived at the meeting point a few hours early, but fortunately they had lost the sound scouter nin in their mad dash here.

Finally, Sakura mulled over what had happened, "what was that, sensei!?" she kept her voice to a harsh whisper, still afraid that another scouting nin would stumble upon them.

"It was an accident," he mused, "they would have seen us otherwise." His eyes crinkled in mock sincerity — because in truth it had been an accident, but it hadn't gone unnoticed how after he applied his henge, the stifled responses of his student lead to the blush on her cheeks and a new, seductive sway of her hips had replaced her previous gate.

He was a sick man.

Their silence during that time had given him the opportunity to really look at his student and how she had grown in the past year. He had known somewhere, in the locked areas of his mind known that she always held the tendencies of a small nymph.

Her eagerness to please, the way she paraded herself and body with little, gentle touches she always found ways to bend her figure in the directional presence of men — he didn't know if she was conscious of it or not. He had become suspicious when he found her ass in the air whenever she doted around the men in her vicinity.

He gave a shallow sigh, never one to make conscious, bright choices in situations that didn't relate to violence — he stopped his train of thoughts. He could subsidize his harmful thoughts, maybe even explain how his life as a shinobi twisted his thinking, but nothing justified where his mind was headed now.

Sick, sick man.

"Right," she bit back grudgingly, "I knew those books were getting to you, sensei." She crossed her arms over her chest, causing pink tendrils to spill over her shoulders.

"I think I'm perfectly fine," he lied through his teeth, a teasing undertone still played in his voice, "however, I don't think it suits you to look at your sensei like that, Sakura."

The blush on her face made the viridian color of her eyes contrast starkly against her pale skin, "w-what are you talking about?" she growled at him. He could see her fists clench, and he had to wonder what all she had learned in the past year or so under the Hokage's tutelage.

He waved her off to defuse the situation, "nothing," he chirped.

"Well…it's not my fault you…" she paused, and he quirked an intelligible brow at the way his student fumbled over her thoughts. She had always been a quick speaker of the heart, and in her embarrassment he found it rather endearing.

"I…?" he callously urged.

"It's not my fault you look like that with your henge!" she condemned, the flush that radiated on her face made him crinkle his eye in amusement.

"And how do I look?"

This shut up his normally assertive pupil, who now resided to training her eyes on the ground by his feet.

He would have continued, but a rustle in the bushes caught both of their attention and he immediately took a few cautions steps in front of Sakura. From a strain of close trees that were pressed together a masked shinobi emerged in front of them.

"Hatake?" the tall figure questioned the duo, but a slight step back in confusion made Kakashi aware of the circumstances around them.

"That's me," he asserted to the unknown male before them, "we have come on orders of the Hokage to retrieve a scroll from the Fire Daimyo," he relayed the information, and the masked shinobi stood there wearily.

"Why are you under the illusion of a henge?"

Kakashi had almost forgot, normally these runners passed along the scroll with as little as a second glance to the person receiving the scroll — but he had forgotten that he hadn't looked like this in years — he had not yet become Kakashi of the sharingan in his milder youth.

"Oh, this is because my student felt uncomfortable traveling with an older man," he explained thoroughly, much to the dismay of Sakura who stood there half-dumbfounded, half-annoyed.

The runner didn't say anything, probably found that it wasn't his business or that Konohaa shinobi had fallen under a society where professionalism was lacking. The rat-masked male handed over the scroll and disappeared in stoney silence, perhaps wondering why such a well known figure casually traveled under an advanced henge.

Fortunately, Kakashi had never caved or cared to the whims of other people.

xox

Of all nights, Sakura had to wonder why on this particular night, it had to rain. It washed over the sound of leaves and dampened the forest floor that created a heavenly smell of dewy moss and floral scents that accented the air.

It was the same as their village on nights where the downpour allowed the entrance of spring, and she would wake up to the smell of nature, it simply reminded her of home. Except — now she was traveling at a meticulous speed through the forest without proper attire with her incredibly infuriating sensei who looked similar to a wet mop than the normal man she knew.

"Kaka-sen-" her voice cut off when a group of sound shinobi appeared before them. They stood as a rag tag group made up of two females and one male, larger than her and held a sick, violent aura around them.

Much too quickly, they drifted from her vision and one of the females attacked her with her overbearing sword, Sakura dodged naturally and began to search for her sensei. She couldn't find him anywhere in the darkness of the forest that became clouded by the rain, causing her vision to blur as she squinted, attempting to find him.

She dodged again, hands clinging to a tree branch so she could swing herself under it and use the momentum to launch herself into the line of the sword-wielding woman. The woman reared her sword to bring it down, but in a last minute maneuver Sakura's fist connected with the woman's chest — the sickening sound of the woman's breast plate cracking and rupturing through her chest made her stomach churn, but she would be damned if she wasn't going to prove herself on this mission.

In the distance she could hear her sensei fighting with the other male, the sound of his chidori lighting through the forest broke through the harsh pummels of rain.

She couldn't see him beyond the hails of rain, and she couldn't place the location of the last woman—

Focus.

Until a large chunk of the ground splintered and began to close her in.

An earth jutsu?

She could see the shuriken tag bombs sink themselves into the mud that was enclosing around her, and Sakura gritted her teeth. Her legs began to sink in the ground, no matter how much chakra she applied to her legs she couldn't free herself.

The bombs lit the night with a blazing fire, and yards away Kakashi had stabbed a kunai through the man's skull — only to watch his student get stuck in a jutsu that she couldn't get herself out of, no amount of effort could propel him to get there in time, a sick bile began to etch at the back of his throat, memories of Rin and Obito darted through his vision —

Until the earth around him ruptured beneath his feet that caused trees to uproot themselves, nearly knocking himself off of his feet.

"Shannarrrro!"

What he thought had been his student captured in the mud hut had been a substitution and his roseate student stood behind the disabled woman who had been caught in the devastation of the forest.

What had been a woman — he couldn't tell from the grotesque disfigurement of her body.

So that's what the Hokage had been teaching her alongside medical ninjutsu.

He couldn't help but allow a proud tilt of his lips to admire the progress Sakura had made.

"Seems like you handled yourself well here," he complimented, surveying the destroyed forest around them. What had taken centuries for this planet to build had been destroyed by her fist in a matter of seconds.

What incredible power…

Sakura bounced over to him jovially, "sensei! Are you ok?" she asked, concern invaded his space when she began to inspect him methodically.

"Of course I am, don't worry about—"

She touched his stomach and low and behold, a large gash marred his skin — blood seeped through the open wound, between the rain and concern for Sakura he had somehow missed the fact that he had been injured in his fight.

"We need to get you somewhere so I can heal this," she admonished, she dropped down to her knees to inspect him closely, he took a hesitant step back, finding it particularly difficult to find the sense in seeing the top of her head so close to his groin.

"I'm fine, let's start heading back," he thwarted her concern in an attempt to brush her off, but her persistence had always been a thorn in his side.

She forced him to remain still, "no! If I don't fix this you could bleed out, or worse — infection could set in before we get back to the village. We need to find some place close and dry so I can heal you."

He attempted to fight it, but the reminder from the Hokage that Sakura needed field experience echoed in his ears, and he relented. "Alright, there should be a town south of here."

xox

The town never came.

They traveled diligently, and although Tsunade had told him to purposely get hurt for the sake of training Sakura, he had heeded her command better than expected. She had been able to stabilize the bleeding, but even his threshold for pain was being tested.

They had found a small cave to hide from the rain, instantly a side that he had not seen Sakura display took over. She directed him to lay down and begin to take off his shirt, he wanted to tease her — but found that the energy he needed to do that was failing him. Her hand pressed against his forehead and her concerned gasp let him know that he had fallen with a fever.

"I think the weapon was tipped with poison, Kakashi-sensei," she murmured worriedly.

"Good thing I'm in the hands of a capable medic."

Her delighted, but firm smile was all he could manage to see beyond the shadows of the cave.

She began to work on him steadfast, her brows knit together in concentration and in between his bouts of consciousness he could see the concern on her face. Her hands glowed a brilliant green that blinded him and forced him to blink back the sun spots in the dim lighting of the cave. After her fifth time demanding him to rest, he listened to her directions — grateful that Sakura had decided on her own to become the Hokage's apprentice.

He wouldn't have been able to utilize her skills like she did.

Guilt ate at the hallows of his stomach, but with most of his decisions he pushed them aside. This one would only follow.

Before — she had been a girl with above average ability in genjutsu and high analytical skills — except book smarts didn't save your life.

He knew he had in a minimal way abandoned her teaching to favorite Naruto and Sasuke — both of whom were gone. The boys had exceeded through sheer determination, and while he found it easier to protect her than teach her anything useful, as Tsunade said he had clearly seen her remarkable chakra control and failed to capitalize on it.

Her progress projected itself in the calm, soothing glow of her hands that put him to sleep.

Hours later, Sakura panted at the sudden exertion of her chakra reserves and watched Kakashi sleep peacefully, the moon hung at the right angle in the star speckled sky to allow light to filter through the cave and highlight his sleeping form. Even with the mask, he looked alarmingly serene, ashen hair had dried to stick in an array of different directions that forced her to push them from his face.

She had removed his hitai-ate so she could properly take care of his fever and stripped him of his shirt — something that wouldn't normally make her turn scarlet since she had seen plenty of well sculpted chests in her time doing routine exams at the hospital, but now a familiar face was here before her, not the jumbled faces that became a blur of one stranger.

His bandages were clean and she had managed to extract the poison, so now she had to keep a careful eye on his fever. Happy with her work, she hoped her shishou would be proud of her when they returned.

She leaned against the cold rock of the cave, the surface made chills run down her arms, but she closed her eyes — exhaustion began to dance around her, the mission caught up with her in one overpowered lunge of her energy. She refused to close her eyes, there could still be sound ninja patrolling the area — they still had a scroll to deliver.

"Sakura," he said lightly, her eyes snapped open and she leaned over him, checking on him again to see if he was in any pain.

"Are you ok?" she questioned quickly, "are you experiencing any pain?" she began to run her fingers over his abdomen, making sure there was no acute swelling by his organs.

"I'm fine, thank you—" his voice was raspy, in a refined moment of realization she intuitively reached over to grab his canteen and paused. However, she didn't want him moving around in case his wound re-opened.

"Sensei-"

"I know, just take off my mask and give me some, please."

Unmarked territory hung between them, Kakashi didn't think much of it — whereas Sakura had spent days with her team in an attempt to see underneath their sensei's mask, and here she was going to see him without a mask and younger.

A sense of satisfaction that she would be able to see him unmasked before Naruto made her heart beat jump into her throat.

Hesitantly, she reached over to peel the mask off. It clung onto his face, but slowly she revealed the face she had envisioned for years. His connected turtleneck mask now hung around his neck, and Sakura couldn't help the dusting of pink that overwhelmed her cheeks.

Handsome had been an understatement.

What she had thought would be a regular faced male turned her into an awful liar. His pointed nose protruded down a slim slope that eased into his high cheek bones — reminiscent of Sasuke but entirely different, they were now at a similar age but there hung a masculinity about him that made her hold her breathe. His jawline could kill someone, and she couldn't escape the frailty of the air between them, whereas most men held a rugged handsomeness to them, he stood above them with a face that demanded attention. Gentle lips parted that left her dazed, her eyes remained fixated on the way they smacked when he finished drinking his water.

Then his eyes opened, eyes that held a plethora of emotion by only showing one — and now they melded into a whole face that left her honey hued.

"Better?" she asked him, if only in an attempt to distract herself from memorizing the curves of his face.

"Much, although it is a bit cold…"

She caste him a weary glance, "do you want my vest? I tried drying it while you were asleep, but it's still a little damp," she offered him.

He glanced at her, he should say no. He should get up and tell her he was ok to go, that he had returned to the village in much worse conditions. He could allow her to give him her vest, but the sensible side of him hummed in disgust at the thought that he even contemplated his student.

Had it been that long that he had a good lay that he held these punishable thoughts?

He closed his eyes, internally struggling with the demons that wrestled with his sensibility.

Another, more tangible and familiar side of him recognized that they were technically the same age under the henge, but falsities wouldn't overcome the fact that although she was no longer a child, this was his student.

"No, it's ok. I'll put my shirt back on," he finished, the battle had been won.

She remained by his side throughout the night, he offered to take the next watch, and after her protests exhaustion had overcome her courtesy — she had lied down and instantly fallen asleep on the opposite side of the cave. Not that there was a lot of room for them to wiggle in, her back pressed against the cave wall, her body curled in on itself and her finger tips brushed the lengthy strands of his hair.

He remained eerily still, afraid that any movement made by him would wake her up. An hour or so passed like this, her fingers unconsciously toying with his hair that made his body relax — until she curled herself beside him.

A newfound warmth pressed itself into his side, and Kakashi bit back a frustrated groan. He glanced down at the body beside him, her hair messed itself around them, tickling his chest while she continued to snuggle into the warmth his body provided.

He couldn't complain, he was cold.

The copy-ninja froze, unsure whether or not she would pummel him when she woke up. He had to give her recognition where it was due, a year had improved her abilities, and the young girl that found herself lost on the whims of a boy that was on a narrow, dark path had forced her to grow in his absence.

The two half crushed corpses he had seen after their battle were a testament to her brute strength, (compliments to Tsunade's training) something he wasn't sure he could master. He had taken the quick way out from his failure, which he shouldered. Under better guidance — perhaps his team would still be here, instead of him and Sakura intimately sharing a cave by the sound border.

Another hour, and slowly she had clung to him, her chest pressed delicately into his side. Their breathing synced naturally, the only sounds that entered the cave was the hush of the rain outside, once a raging storm had dulled to a delicate drizzle.

She began to shiver, her open side sent spasms throughout her body, effectively causing her to squirm against him. With a heavy sigh he maneuvered himself around her petite form so his arm wrapped around her shoulder so he could slowly prop them up. Careful not to stir the pink kunoichi, he placed her in his arms — although his wound hurt, it would be best for both parties if she leaned against him in his arms rather than embrace him subconsciously.

Her shivering eased shortly after, and another hour passed into the loneliest hours of the night undisturbed. The storm had ceased entirely by now, and the moon kissed the top of the treetops from their view in the cave. Kakashi admired the scenery, nights like this fell under the impressionable nights that brought a sense of calm in the dreary days that he had become accustomed to.

"S-sensei?" Sakura lifted herself from their comfortable position. Confused by her surroundings, she blinked back her dreariness, hyper aware of their proximity. She yelped in mild shock, unsure how they had fallen into such a intimate situation.

"Sorry," he apologized, although it really was more of a means to calm her than show true sincerity.

"How did you….?" her voice drifted, the air became stale around them — the cold crept between them like a barrier, and they were both aware of the drift within the cave.

"Technically, you did," he corrected, "you decided to cuddle against me when you fell asleep, I just took necessary action to keep us warm."

"By forcing us to cuddle!?" her voice raised several octaves, in return she received a pointed look.

"No," he sighed, "you were cold, I was cold — you're lucky to not be suffering hypothermia by now thanks to me, so you're welcome."

Leave it to Hatake Kakashi to nestle himself in a lewd situation and deflect blame onto the other person. "You're ridiculous," she huffed. Her shock had been subdued by the chill within their enclosure, and she began to shiver once again. Her clothes weren't entirely dry, and she blamed herself for not thinking ahead and packing a jacket or spare blanket.

She had little time to think about her body's lack of warmth when he grasped her wrist and brought her closer to him. Her face laid in the crook of his neck and her body melded to his own, "wha-?" she had little time to question his action, that familiar sense of embarrassment washed over her, the scent of oak and dirt and everything male worked her descent into shocked silence.

She breathed him in softly, Sakura had always found his scent comforting — the familiar times when he held her and had taken her to the hospital, or he had come in time to save her — this scent is what infiltrated her senses that made everything void aside from him.

"You smell good, Kaka-sensei," her statement held an innocent intonation, but it was entirely like Sakura to make a perfectly innocent statement hold sultry undertones.

Their pulses heightened the tension between them, Sakura could swear she could hear her heartbeat threaten to break, the blood pounded in her ears — and a new nervousness swallowed her. On the surface, this man shared her age in physical appearance— yet ironically true to his word, if she looked underneath the underneath — he was ten years her senior.

Tentatively, she gripped herself closer to him.

What had overcome her?

Thoughts of Sasuke that normally infiltrated her daily thoughts had been swiped at the appearance of her sensei's introduction back into her life. It concerned her how quickly her mind had been devoid of the Uchiha and replaced by the dominant presence of this man.

Her hand shakily reached forward to brush the stray strands from the middle of his forehead, unaccustomed to this look on him the backs of her fingers tickled his forehead, sending an electric wave of shock through her system. Eyes that were normally covered and held a distinguished, yet lazy maturity about them had been replaced by youthful —although hardened eyes of Kakashi.

Emerald stared into his hazy, bedroom eyes. The mismatched black and sharingan stared back at her, her hand reached forward once more —

He gripped her wrist suddenly, stopping her movement. "Sakura," his deep, velvet voice echoed around her, "what are you doing?" his breath was raspy, she had never heard him like this before.

She didn't know what to say, words failed her and she retracted her hand as if she had been burned by him. Self-conscious, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear — I really need to get that cut.

He huffed, indulgent and frustrated at their peculiar situation that had dismantled itself within a day. It was wrong, any respectable man or shinobi would walk away, no less someone that had been entrusted with the safety and care of a student. Although she had grown, she still held a painful, ignorant innocence about the world.

She sat on top of him in one swift motion, careful to avoid his wound.

His eyes nearly bugged from his head, "Sakura—"

"Sensei," she admonished carefully, "do you think…you could help me with something?"

She gave him a peculiar look, and he couldn't help but wonder where his lovestruck student had gone — or was her bravery due to the henge?

He decided to thwart her reserve, "you understand this is only a henge, right?"

Few things surprised the elusive copy-ninja, but his singular female student wiggling her hips sitting atop his lap in a dim-lit cave in the middle of Fire country to answer his question caused his body to snap. He jerked his hips upwards, and a small gasp escaped her parted lips, his erection twitched beneath her and she could feel his length situated between her thighs.

Slowly, his hands reached to her hips and gripped the cloth of her skirt, calloused fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, his eyes narrowed in hazy lust — and she couldn't help but get lost in the presence of him.

The daring kunoichi reached forward again, smoldered by his gaze she tentatively pressed her lips against his own, even at this age her body dwarfed his own and her arms slipped around his neck.

The kiss was hesitant, it tested the boundaries of their relationship and it was wrong, wrong for the right reasons. It shouldn't have coiled their stomachs deliciously, it measured the line they were about to cross — a line that could condemn him to a jail cell.

He had spent many nights in a jail cell as a prisoner of war, but a prisoner of his own village didn't bode well with him, "we have to stop," he pulled his head away from her and turned it to the side, "we wouldn't be doing this if it weren't for the henge." He had to try and be the adult here. An impressionable, young student being seduced? The Hokage's disciple no less.

He would burn.

This time she sat back, her butt leaned on his upper thighs which gave him some breathing room, "so it's alright for me to be assigned to kill someone, but I can't do this?" she reiterated the mantra of most underage girls in this line of work.

Her fingers toyed with the edges of his mask that pooled around his neck, until her thumb traced over the smooth skin of his jaw, "I've taken preparatory courses for rape, Tsunade-shishou even recommended for me to take a course on gathering intel…" she left the comment up in the air and Kakashi remained quiet, understanding the gravity of their world.

"I want to do this," she finished boldly.

He had always been someone she truthfully admired - if there was someone she could trust, it was him. Fateful to a fault, he had been there in every situation where she had needed him - maybe a step before. She didn't want something this special carelessly thrown around, and she knew plenty of kunoichi that came in completely defiled, truthfully she was surprised this subject wasn't touched upon more in the silent webs of what women in this field had to go through.

He reached around her to grasp one of her salmon locks and placed it over the curve of her breast, thoughts lingering between the bond they had created and what repercussions would come after this night if he slept with her.

"Why?" he gave her a speculative look, "I'm supposed to believe you've given up on your dream of Sasuke? I would think this would be something you want to share with him first," his words cut through her. As much as he wanted to tear off her shorts and and dip himself into her, he wanted her to be positive, any mention of her childhood love should douse her inclinations towards him.

Her eyes averted from his own, a forlorn mask crossed her face — but unlike before where tears would come easily, a reserved silence placated her. "Sasuke-kun has chosen his path," she declared, perhaps more for herself than him, "I do still love him, but I understand now what he has to do — and it doesn't involve me. It hurts, but I'm not naive enough to think that there is going to be a romantic outcome between us in the future."

"And you think that will happen between us, Sakura-chan?"

She smiled at him, and in a slow migration this young girl that he had first come to see pine after the Uchiha had morphed into a young adult conscious enough to make her own decisions about her body.

"Can you…please just make love to me?" her delicate hands gripped either side of his face, "there's no one else I trust more than you, sensei." Her eyes held his own gaze, viridian tempted smokey grey and like a shot of adrenaline the world began to spin around them.

They became alarmingly aware of their proximity with one another, and his hands on her thighs ushered her forward to grind herself on his bulge. She gasped pleasurably, her hands began to lose themselves over the defined curves of his chest, and with a little bit of guidance she began to grind her hips into his erection.

"Fuck—" he panted, the built up frustration from this day between them revealed itself in the pre-cum that stained his pants.

His mouth attacked hers in a heated kiss that made her part her lips, her gasp got lost between them when his tongue pushed into her mouth. Their tongues danced with one another until she nipped at his bottom lip to dare him.

The small twinge of pain made his stomach coil painfully tight, he left heated kisses on her jaw down the length of her throat and dipped his tongue into the crevice of her collarbone that elicited a delighted moan.

Her body began to pick up a rhythm against him, nimble fingers began to play with his hair and run through his scalp. Selfishly, he wanted to dominate her — he wouldn't lie and say he's a saint when he wanted her to remember him when other men would undoubtedly come into her life.

A small growl erupted from his chest.

He began to unzip the front of her vest, their lips met in another fiery kiss that echoed their inner resolve. Sakura moaned into his mouth, the cold air began to tickle her skin when he pushed her vest and bra off of her shoulders. Her breasts bounced free from their confines from her bra, and she watched as his eyes hungrily took in the sight of her pert nipples.

Crimson decorated her face, and to ease her nerves he ushered her into a much milder kiss, his hands traced up the bare sides of her stomach until his hands cupped her breasts - full breasts that fit perfectly into his hands.

His thumbs flicked over the tips of her nipples and a sudden, guttural moan teased the air around them.

Gods, he could get addicted to that sound.

"Kaka-sensei," she breathed into their kiss as he continued to play with her nipples.

He shouldn't get such a thrill from that sound, the way her lips parted delicately, and like the blossom flower her name represented, she was beginning to bloom before him. He twisted a hand into the nape of her skull to grip a handful of her hair and tugged her neck backwards so he could expose her neck fully to him.

Pale, sun-kissed skin went under seize to his mouth that lavished her sensitive skin with wet, demanding kisses.

Her body shivered involuntarily, the cave began to fill with the sounds of her harmonious mewls and moans. A dampness centered in between her folds and Sakura was sure her panties were wet— a hot, pressured feeling began to coil in the pits of her stomach dangerously. Pleasure thrummed through her body as he continued to toy with her expertly.

Emerald shot open when he closed his lips around her nipple, static jolted through her body to pool into the continuous fire that collected in her abdomen. Daringly, she began to reach for the buttons on his pants, slowly — he held his breath when she began to unbutton them, — she locked his gaze again.

His pants came down and they began to maneuver them off but careful enough to not disrupt his wound. His erection sprung free with his boxers and her eyes tentatively looked down to see the wet stains on the material covering him.

He hissed suddenly when a delicate hand reached between them and her thumb traced over his clothed tip. "Sakura…" he breathed huskily, the cave became perceptively hot between them while her hand continued to trace his length with her fingers.

Her thumb rubbed over the top of his head, another low groan emitted into the air, and it made her incredibly hot to know she derived this feeling from her sensei, someone who she admittedly had always admired — his power, even under this henge made him impressively adept.

He let go of her hair and in a quick movement he flipped her onto her back, she yelped in surprise to the sudden change of position and clung to him — the cold surface of the cave caused an array of goosebumps to form over her back but he once again had her trapped beneath him.

"Kakashi…" she squirmed deliciously under him, he paused to capture her lips in another sensuous kiss.

"Ah, aren't you forgetting something?"

He disregarded logic — it should sicken him to tease her like this, but he couldn't deny the flush on her cheeks, the way she panted and rubbed her core against him to get the friction to help appease her ache.

Logic lost to passion.

"Sensei!" she moaned when he popped a nipple into his mouth. He worked diligently to undo the hooks of her skirt, the panels fell away to reveal her spandex clad bottom. The weight of the situation pressed on Sakura, but the insatiable ache between her legs overcame any thoughts on what they were about to do. She continued to grind herself against him, but rubbing herself only fanned the fire between them like an endless blaze.

His fingers hooked over her spandex and they both held a collective breathe when the material began to reveal inches of her porcelain skin. The rain picked up beyond the cave, but the world was lost to the duo, their only attention surrounded one another in the small expanse of the cave.

He pulled her spandex off of her and had to stifle a laugh at her choice of underwear.

Pink.

"I never would have assumed you would match your hair color."

Her cheeks burned, "well it wasn't as if I planned on doing this," she scoffed.

He leaned forward to leave a gentle kiss on her cheek with a smile playing across handsome features. He moved himself to work his way down her stomach. Tantalized, peppered kisses were left on her abdomen and trailed them down to the juncture of her thighs. Experienced fingers began to tug on her underwear, and a break in her brave resolve made her shudder at the proximity of his lips near her folds.

Slowly, he spread her legs and began to expose her to him when he rid of her underwear. He sucked in a breathe at the delicious sight before him, "you're so wet."

The statement made her almost close her legs in embarrassment, but a firm hand prevented her from doing so.

He watched her face to gauge her reaction and dipped a finger between her folds which earned him a generous moan. Sakura opened her legs further - the expose' of her whole body to him made his cock twitch in furious anticipation.

"You're beautiful, Sakura," he commented before inserting a finger into her. She gasped and arched her back off the floor, it was too much — her insides were liquefied fire as he began to pick up a gentle pace to stretch her for him.

Languid moans echoed around him, "Sensei….I need you," she pleaded between breaths — she couldn't focus. Not with how his finger was rocking into her.

"Need what?" he teased.

"You..!" she nearly cried out when he inserted another digit.

He wanted her ready, he wanted her to remember this night — remember him. A selfish, sick man he was, and he held no arguments against that statement. He lowered his lips to suckle on her bulb while he worked his fingers in her.

"Oh!"

She exploded, an eternal void of white around the peripherals of her vision blurred her consciousness. Nothing had ever felt this good, fire rocked her small frame that made her toes curl — she knew sex could be pleasurable, but he would ruin her forever.

He continued to suck on her clit throughout the waves of her orgasm, her eyes clenched shut and the echoes of ecstasy he caused her made his balls tighten.

Kakashi had always been a patient man, but his body began to lose it's reserve to the woman beneath him.
Her comedown left her limbs reminiscent of jello, her walls clung onto his fingers and she couldn't do anything but reach forward in the haze of her orgasm to help him move his boxers that joined their disarray pile of clothing. His length sprung free and she couldn't help but look at him in heated anticipation.

It wasn't enough, she needed him.

Her body ached for him, and he read her graciously. He settled himself between them so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He blinked back the white hot intensity of their situation—

He hated himself for even saying it—

"Sakura," he said through husky breaths, "we can stop—"

She leaned forward and kissed him — hot and frenzied, she stopped his morals in the wake of his break of clarity.

He lost himself in her, their mouths battled each other in rivaled attempts to dominate one another, and he only broke away to rub his tip against her slick folds. He hissed — his body moved forward to prod her entrance before taking her in one sharp movement.

"Ah!"

He filled her entirely — stretched her walls and Sakura bit down on his shoulder to stifle the gasp of pain that radiated through her. The initial shock of him filling her and breaking her barrier dulled her senses with the vicious sting, but years of being a kunoichi worked in her favor to bite back the pain.

He kissed her neck, it took every inch of well-trained resolve to not fuck her into the floor — but he stilled himself to let her adjust to his girth. They remained like that for what felt like an eternity for the copy-nin, but finally he felt her hips begin to move against him.

Slowly, he pulled out until only an inch of him filled her before he snapped his hips forward again. "Fuck!…You're so tight," he breathed out. Her walls clung to him desperately and if he had been any ordinary man with lack of patience he wouldn't have been able to control himself.

"Sensei…" words and sense had escaped her — body acclimated she tilted her hips upwards so he could fill her completely. He took her lead and began to push himself into her, his self-control was beginning to break — between her soft pleading he began to heed her cries he thrust himself forcefully into her.

They lost themselves.

His hips began to pummel into her own, her nails dragged across his back so she could cling onto him and the adulterated sound of their skin slapping one another caused the silver-haired male to hook his arm under her knee and lift her leg so he could angle himself further into her.

He took everything from her, spots began to dance across her vision and when he reached there her body began to lose itself to him. "-Ooh! Sensei, -faster!" her body felt like it could erupt — her legs began to clench around him and he could feel her walls quiver around him — he didn't know how long he could last.

"Sakura-!" he grunted, his free hand reached forward to grasp her slim neck, his fingers clenched just beneath her jowls to choke her — her moans began to muffle under the increased pressure of his tactful fingers.

He enveloped her, her body became a harmonious thrum of ecstasy and she began to climb higher into her ascent of the impending edge.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Their eyes clashed — mismatched, lust filled eyes gridlocked with her colors of spring, the vigorous intensity reached the apexes of their bodies meeting together, he pounded himself into her soft core. He fueled a new, untouched place within her with a new vigor when her walls began to clamp viciously down on him—

She was so close—

Sakura almost closed her eyes but a possessive growl from the man atop her made her eyes shoot open, the sharingan spun brightly in the darkness of the cave and white surrounded her.

"Kaka-sensei!" Her orgasm tore through her throat, every fiber of her body began to buzz to life with sick pleasure that made her body convulse to his whim, Kakashi continued to pump into her, his ears danced to life with the sound of his name on her lips and he felt his own climax in the reaches of her.

"Ungh—" a guttural sound made his body tighten when his seed spilled into her, her walls milked him vigorously — the spasms of his body made him quiver before he collapsed on top of her, their breathing echoed in the small cave as they rode out the last tidal waves of their orgasms.

They laid there for several long minutes, her body lay limp beneath his — he could have fallen asleep under the fateful spell of the calm rain outside the cave and warmth shared between them. "Kaka-sensei?" his pupil shifted beneath him and he finally willed himself to lift himself back up.

This time — their eyes met again and a small, delicate smile lit up her face.

"Thank you," she murmured softly, she reached up and kissed his lips gently — and although he couldn't understand why she was possibly thanking him, through his small window of clarity after the haze of his orgasm he could only think of how he had corrupted her.

"Don't thank me, Sakura—" his eyes crinkled happily contemporary to how he felt. "It was all my pleasure," he teased dolefully.

He brushed that thought aside— this had been a mutual decision between them both.

A damp coldness disrupted the mood between them when he pulled out of her. The foreign thought that he had made a mistake suddenly pressed upon him "are you—?"

Sakura silenced him with another kiss, "don't worry, I've been on birth control for a while now."

They spent the next few minutes cuddled against one another, the cold atmosphere of the cave crept in — but they remained touching either softly — her fingers brushed along his chest while he gently combed his fingers through her hair. He had never been a fan of intimacy after sex, especially with a virgin because it led to unwarranted expectations of affection and feelings.

But this was Sakura.

Someone who he couldn't escape and who he didn't want to escape from. He had time to worry about the consequences of this decision when they returned home. Part of him wanted to release the henge, to show her who she really gave herself up to and see the look of shock that would perpetuate her features once she realized this had been a mistake on both of their parts.

Another, more reachable part of him wanted to continue to lay there with her, like this, together.

The relative silence was blasted with her concerned gasp.

"Sensei! Your wound opened back up!"

The mood shattered in a matter of seconds and reality caved on them both, they would return to their village with the memory of an eventful night due to the innocence of a jutsu practiced and learned by genin, but had led them to this doorstep and pivotal turn of their bond.

Neither of them would think the other could possibly want to do this again-

but they had been wrong before.

-fin

Author's Note: Sakura and Kakashi have such an easy dynamic to write, I love it. I have an idea for a multi-chapter fic or a collection of drabbles for this story if the response is big enough - so if you'd like to see more favorite, follow, or leave a review. Thanks!