Author's Notes: Hello, and if this at all seems familiar, yes I published this story two and a half years ago and have now completely changed and revised the prologue and first chapter. (Not to mention the whole story, in general.) So, do not accuse me of plagarism, I wrote this story the first time and have made all the changes and revisions myself.

Also, this story is an AU. "Alternate Universe." That means we're not in Konoha anymore, Toto.

Warning: This story is rated M for a reason. There is explicit sexual content reccommended for those age 18+. (ironic since it's a seventeen year old writing it...)

Disclaimer: Naruto is owned by Masashi Kishimoto, I am merely taking his characters and putting them in entertaining situations for my own enjoyment. (And hopefully for others as well.)

Bloodthirsty

Prologue

Leathern wings burst from his back, the blood flittering through the air all around him, splattering along the concrete sidewalk below. The thick tree branch he stood on shook uncertainly with the newfound weight but calmed as he stood still, his eyes scanning the apartment complex across the street from him.

He watched as a round woman opened the door to her apartment, her two children trailing behind her like baby quails. Even from here, he could hear the pulsing of her heart, the metallic rubicund fluid rushing through her with every beat, the feeling of it being sucked between his fangs…

The branch strained as his legs had braced to pounce, ready to rip open her throat, spilling her blood in front of her children's corrupted eyes.

No. He bit down on his tongue, holding himself firmly against the trunk. There wouldn't be any deaths, he couldn't and wouldn't allow it.

The hunger ripped through his stomach, traveling up his esophagus, his eyes rolling back into his head as his body cramped and released rapidly. A dry cough erupted from him, leaving him to spew more blood onto the concrete below. He really needed to find someone to feed off of. It wouldn't be much longer before he'd be forced to submit to the beast within him, the beast that didn't care whether their victim be male, female or child.

A flash of pink entered his vision and he inwardly prayed it wasn't the only person he knew with that color hair. He searched the area around the building with his eyes, looking for whatever had caught his attention before and felt his frame stiffen.

It was her.

She was just innocently making her way up the stone stairs, her black and red plaid school skirt flouncing and school bag bouncing against her hip with every step she took. If he'd known she lived in this area, he would've avoided it all costs. He only came here because it was a cheap part of town, a place that nobodies lived, people that could die or drastically change form and nobody would notice.

She had stopped at the third floor, now seeming to fumble around with her keys. He knew he shouldn't but he was watching her, tuning into the sound of her inner fluids pumping healthily. Probably feeling the intent of his gaze, she abruptly stopped what she was doing and turned in his direction, her chartreuse orbs flickering with something similar to fear. He knew she couldn't see him, he was too far away, hidden within the shadows of the tree branches. This didn't seem to comfort her as he saw her slim neck ripple with a gulp as she hurriedly unlocked the door and ran inside, slamming it behind her.

The beast within him attempted to claw its way out as rapacious pain gnawed at his sore stomach and a foggy white clouded over his vision. He shook his head vigorously, shaking the mist from his eyes. He had to get away from here. Now that the hunger inside him knew exactly where it could find relief, it had set its intent on her.

Kakashi pulled away from the tree, checked to see if anyone was nearby, then leaped from the branch, letting his large obsidian wings catch him in silent flight. But in that moment he made a mistake; he let the beast within him turn their vision to the window of her apartment one last time, catching a glimpse of her cropped roseate hair as she closed the curtains.

Shit.

His throat seared with an undeniable burn and he could feel his pupils slitting into that of a wild animal. The pulsating in his stomach was growing louder and louder until it was all he could hear. His wings were slowly sinking back within his skin, unable to maintain them from lack of blood, leaving the flesh to ache in agony. He couldn't see anything anymore but his sense of smell was guiding him to crawl higher and higher among what felt like stairs. The beast within him lifted his shaking hand and began to pound it furiously against a hard surface.

Something opened in front of him, he could feel the warm air brushing up against his quivering jaw and for a split second he thought he could see an image of pink hair and green eyes.

"Kakashi-sensei?"

Chapter One: Lose Control

A sated smile spread itself across Haruno Sakura's lips as she scribbled with her carmine pen, letting the red ink transude along the student's test, imagining the pained look on their face when they'd realize that they had not only received a failing score on their test, but a zero.

"I hope you know that you're a sadist," she heard Hatake Kakashi mumble from behind his Icha Icha.

She laughed with a sort of wickedness, still checking off the seventh grader, Etsuko Daisuke's incorrect math problems one after another. "Oh please, sensei, I realized that when you first gave me the assignment of grading papers." She then jabbed her pen in his direction, giving him a reluctant look. "Which, by the way, is your job as a teacher. So why am I doing it?"

He looked up from his book and lifted his right wrist, giving it as sorrowful a look as he could manage; which wasn't much. "Oh, you know how my arthritis gets to me…"

Her lips pressed out a psh. "This coming from the man that coaches the baseball and softball clubs."

"Coaches don't actually play the sport, you know."

"Yes but you are the exception who makes an effort to demonstrate just how pathetic your club members are by practically showing off every time we accuse you of being lazy."

He shrugged. "A point must be proven."

Sakura shook her head. "You're contradicting yourself, you know."

Kakashi smiled and lowered his eyes back to his erotica. If Sakura had actually minded grading papers, then she wouldn't have let his abrupt exit of the conversation go so smoothly, but being the little perfectionist-that-enjoyed-getting-better-grades-than-everyone-else she was, she let it slide and moved on to the next test. It was the smarty pants of class 1-A, Hitomi Akemi's, whose weren't nearly as fun to grade as Daisuke's. She wondered how he even passed the entrance exams. He hadn't received a decent grade on a single test.

Sakura pushed the paper away, suddenly feeling bored with the whole ordeal. She looked around the classroom they were in, realizing she had never really taken the time to notice the overall blandness of it. Three windows lined up on the right side of the room, one of them open, were decorated with flimsy beige curtains. The curtains closest to the front of the room, bundled on Kakashi's desk that was cluttered with old pens and neglected fliers of school events that students and teachers had piled there. His feet rested in the midst of the disarray of papers as he leaned back in his wooden chair, spiked silver hair sticking out above the cover of his little orange book. She felt the temptation to tell him how completely shameless he was but decided not to, knowing he'd only own up to it, in turn ruining all the fun of pointing it out in the first place.

The green chalkboard behind him was littered with abandoned algebra problems but had a long, dusty line run through them where he had half heartedly attempted to erase it when class had let out. In the corner of the board, behind the espresso colored table Kakashi sat on during lecture, some girls had written in purple and yellow chalk, "Shi-chan love!" and drawn a chibi Kakashi reading his Icha Icha with pink hearts fluttering about him.

Hatake Kakashi was one of the most popular teachers at Daichi (大智) Junior and Senior high school, a school that taught seventh through twelfth grade. It wasn't Hibiya High, the best public high school in Japan but it was prestigious enough that eleven students gained admission to Tokyo University last year. Sakura was proud to wear the uniform, to say the least.

"Did you see what your groupies left for you?" she asked, sitting up from her small desk to stretch. She was referring to the chalkboard drawing.

"Mm." He didn't bother to look up.

Sakura smoothed out her short, pleated skirt and tugged up her black socks that had sagged slightly in the hour she had spent grading papers. "For a pervert like you, it must be nice to have young, perky girls in school uniforms fawning all over you every day," she continued, checking to make sure none of her buttons had come undone on her thin, white shirt. Not that she had the bust to really cause them to strain.

"Hmm."

"Are you in the middle of a steamy sex scene or something? You can at least pretend to listen."

"Mm."

She let out a sigh of exasperation. "Remind me why I agreed to be your student assistant?"

When he raised his dark eyes to hers, she could barely make out a light smirk. It was one of the faint ones that you'd only be to notice if you knew him well. "Because I'm your charming, old sensei?"

"You got the old part right."

He feigned a sad look. "Must you always hurt my feelings?"

She let out a ha. "I doubt anything could hurt your feelings, sensei, you're like a rock."

Kakashi sat up and stretched, regarding her with only a dismissing wave of his hand. "How many of those tests do you have left to grade?" his voice strained as he extended his arms towards the waxen ceiling.

She flipped through the papers. "Five."

He yawned and shoved his hands into his jean pockets. "Out of thirty? Losing your touch, Sakura. I gave you an hour."

Sakura scoffed. "None of the girls would like you if they knew what a jerk you were, sensei."

"You, better than anyone, should know girls love assholes." He focused his attention on shuffling papers around on his desk while she regarded him with a cold glare. Sasuke was off limits, conversation-wise and he knew that. "Well, I'll see you later," he said, his Icha Icha tucked in the crook of his elbow.

"What? Where are you going?" she asked, immediately discarding Sasuke to the back of her mind.

The back of his white collared shirt folded and creased together as he gave her a nonchalant wave from behind. "I need to get home and feed my pet bird, P-chan," Kakashi replied, stepping out of the classroom. "Finish up those papers and close the classroom windows will you?"

"You don't have a bird and even if you did, what an incredibly unoriginal name!"

"I knew I could count you," he called out, his footsteps already evaporated deep within the hallway.

A loud Aargh! ricocheted along the classroom like a psychotic game of racket ball, loud enough that Kakashi could probably hear her and he was most likely smirking that god-awful, annoying smirk that sneaked across his face every time he pissed her off. Which was often.

Sakura's vision sloped down towards the remaining tests. She didn't really feel like grading them anymore but it'd probably make her feel better once she forced herself to do it. Nothing better than witnessing her younger peers' academic downfalls when their lazy excuse for a teacher forced his work on her, right? She fell back into the desk, pulled off the cap to her red pen and slid the first paper towards her.

In all honesty, Sakura enjoyed being Kakashi's student assistant and knew she would when he asked her a couple weeks ago if she would be interested. Besides the complete lack of gratitude whenever she went above and beyond what he had originally asked for, the instructions so vague he might as well have not given her any at all, the way it was almost impossible to win any sort of cut-down war with him and how he never told her how long or if he was even going to need her help that day…

Well, when she thought of it that way, she had to wonder why she was his assistant. Between the regular burdens of school, being the assistant coach of the softball club, acting as Ino's counselor with every break-up (which was at least once a week) and being the unofficial assistant to her old, seventh grade math sensei, she didn't have time to just sit around and watch TV or even have a decent social life. She was a relatively attractive seventeen-year-old girl in her senior year; she could be out with Ino every night, hopping from one party to another, drinking and having fun, maybe even have Ino teach her to dirty dance. Better yet, maybe even find a boyfriend.

But no, she was here, grading papers for her old deadbeat of a sensei, basically doing fifty percent of his job and not earning a single yen out of it. (Although, he did take her out for ramen once a week and while he had never said it in such understandable words, she assumed that was his way of paying her.) And while Sakura really had no problem with helping him out for free or having no time available to her so that she could out and get drunk off her ass for no reason other than she was a teenager and was expected to want to do that, there was this pang of annoyance within her because she knew that Kakashi had this idea in that twisted, little perverted head of his that he could pick on her mercilessly, say whatever he wanted, even bring up Sasuke and expected that she would still be here the next day, grading his students' papers or even cleaning up the classroom.

Well…

She was here now, wasn't she?

Her pen slid off the paper and onto the desk, trailing a thin, gel line that resembled the dribble of blood that had ran down her knee on the first day of seventh grade. A throaty breath of frustration crawled out between her teeth while she untied and pulled off the red ribbon underneath her shirt collar, rubbing it away.

That first day of seventh grade probably told her everything she needed to know about Kakashi. She had been excited, nervous like every other new student. It was then that she realized that excitement and nervousness put together creates anxiety and that anxiety plus her stubborn crush on Sasuke creates stupidity. Especially when Sasuke was passing by her in the crowded hallway, draped in his new uniform, a thin white-collared, button-down shirt with black slacks and shined leather-paten shoes.

'You look so handsome, Sasuke-kun,' is what she wanted to say but it only came out in a series of giggle infested stutters that sounded more like, "Oh… a-ha, so, m-hm, a-ha," and ending with a dreamy, "Sasuke-kun…"

By the time she had finished, he was long gone, lost among the rest of the new students rushing through the hallway like a group of spooked wildebeests stampeding through a canyon. She stood on her tippy-toes and strained her eyes to see if she could spot him but a sharp, bony elbow found its way in between two of Sakura's ribs.

"Ow!" she yelled as she fell to the floor, crumpled the same as pile of dirty laundry. The sensation of skin being scraped off burned at her knee and looking down, she saw blood oozing through the skin and onto the tile floor. Her pink hair fluttered around her face as she jerked around to see who the culprit was.

A slim girl with a long, blonde pony-tail and blue eyes had kneeled over, looking her straight in the face with a soft smile. "Oh, was that you, Forehead? I'm so sorry." Sakura's viridian eyes returned her 'best friend's' smile with a pointed glare. Ino straightened and flipped her ponytail over her shoulder as the school bell began to chime. Ino grinned. "Did you hear that, Forehead? You better get off the floor and head to class. Don't want to be late now, do we?"

Sakura attempted to grab at Ino's leg to pull her down with her but the blonde merely jumped out of reach and giggled, fleeing off to class. "Pull down your skirt, Pig!" Sakura yelled. "I and everyone else can tell you rolled it up! We can all see the cellulite on your thighs!" Ino turned around and stuck out her tongue, then continued to turn into her classroom.

The hallway had suddenly cleared out, leaving her completely alone with a newly developed bruise on her left side. She sat there, trying to avoid the curious stares she was getting from the students behind the classroom windows.

"Is there a reason as to why you're on the floor?" Sakura flinched and flipped around to see a man with silver hair that defied gravity and a slightly annoyed look, staring down at her.

She remained still, disturbed by the fact that she hadn't even heard him coming.

The students watching from within the classrooms abruptly looked away when the man raised his eyes to meet theirs. "You're causing a scene, why aren't you in class?"

Sakura's face reddened, partly from embarrassment, partly from anger. "My friend knocked me over, I just hadn't got up yet, sorry," she mumbled, trying to stand up. Her hand slipped on the fresh blood next to her knee like an old banana peel, causing her to bang her funny bone. "Ow," she whined. Today just wasn't her day.

The man breathed out a half hearted sigh. "And you made a mess, you're quite the troublemaker, aren't you?"

"You could help me up instead of making useless comments!" she snapped. Her eyes focused in on his face as an attempt to make intimidating eye contact but she immediately softened as she realized that this man was incredibly handsome. His face was sharp with defined cheek bones, leaving her to believe that if he chose to, he'd have a straight and charming smile. While his hair was probably violating a dress code of some sort by spiking out to the side and giving him an extra nine centimeters in height, (All hairstyles are permitted as long as they aren't"distracting.") it suited his face. And his eyes were shaped by dark, arched eyebrows, and an intense brown, almost black. They had a cunning look to them, similar to that of a fox but she felt no fear, instead a burning ball of excitement in her belly.

Wait. Sakura looked away quickly. She knew this feeling. It was the one she got every time she glanced at Sasuke as he practiced his baseball pitches, or when they would pass by in the hall and she could've sworn he looked her way for half a second.

That feeling was reserved for Sasuke. Not for random, handsome guys with the personality of a bitter, old widow.

"Um." Sakura's thoughts were interrupted by his voice, which she had now noticed was smooth and sounded as if it had a calm current of electricity running through it. "You going to get up any time soon? If not, I'll just head over to the class I'm teaching..."

"You're a teacher?" Well, he definitely didn't look like a student. He wasn't even wearing the uniform. But was it possible for a teacher to be so attractive?

He quirked his eyebrow at her. "Yes. I teach algebra." He seemed amused by the way her mouth silently formed the word Oh. "Look, I'm sure your classroom will have bandages, I'll take you there." He held out his hand.

She hesitantly took a hold of it, catching a hitch in her breath when she felt how cold he was. It was like she had touched her hand to an icepack.

He pulled her up. "What's your name and what class are you in?"

She saw her hand was slightly red when he let go. "Haruno Sakura. Class 1-A."

"First year, not surprising. Teacher's name?"

Other students would've needed to drag out their schedules but she had made sure to know every single detail of her own in case something like this happened. "Hatake Kakashi-sensei," she replied. She had decided to ignore that first year quip.

He smiled, letting a pink tinge creep across Sakura's face. She had assumed right. He did have a charming smile. "There should be bandages and disinfectant wipes in the classroom. Come with me."

He began walking ahead, leaving her giving a scrunched up look at the remains of her blood smeared against the tile. She felt bad knowing that someone would have to clean that up later. When the man turned around and gave her an expectant look, she adjusted her bag on her shoulder and hurried over to him.

"Sorry about the blood, sensei," Sakura said quietly, using her quiet and demure look to encourage sympathy.

"Oh, that's fine." He flashed another one of those perfect smiles. "It's not like I have to clean it. You could bleed yourself across the school for all I care."

Sakura felt the undeniable pressure of a vein attempting to push its way through her temple. How could such a beautiful man give such an offensive reply? "Um." She laughed nervously. "Good to know…"

There wasn't any more opportunity for awkward or rude conversation as the classroom had only been down the hall, the same room Ino had scuffled into a few minutes ago. He barged through the door, not even attempting to hold it open for her and she took note, keeping track of how many points he was losing. He was already far below Sasuke, but of course, no one could be better than Sasuke.

"You're late!" an annoyingly familiar voice growled out.

Sakura rushed to an empty seat in the back of the room, smiling happily as she realized her and Sasuke were in the same class and then pointed a finger at Naruto. "Can it, buster! I fell down! See?" She gestured under her desk, towards her blood-stained knee.

His azure eyes shifted to her, then her knee and his mouth fell open in confusion. "Oh hey, Sakura-chan. I wasn't talking to you." He shot a glare the man who was shuffling through a cabinet at the front of the classroom. "I was talking to the teacher who should be on time!"

Sakura's gaze flinched over to the man that had helped her. "Teacher? You're Hatake-sensei?"

He walked over to her, holding a bandage and wipes. "Why are you so surprised?" he asked with a sort of indigence.

Maybe because he hadn't said anything when she had told him what class she was in? She regarded him with an irked look as he made his way back up to the front of the classroom and positioned himself along the dark brown table in front of everyone.

He gestured the class with something that looked similar to a salute. "Yo."

She could practically feel the humidity rise in the classroom as everyone let a sweat drop drip down the side of their face. Sakura had decided this man was in the negatives now regarding points. He was rude, unnecessarily secretive and just plain weird.

Yup. That was all she had needed to know about him. Sakura stretched out against the back of the chair, letting the memory dissipate into the quiet air around her. Besides the fact that they had become something similar to (but not quite) friends, nothing had really changed. He was still rude, kept annoying secrets and was weirder than anyone or anything else she had ever had to put up with. She must have completely forgotten their history together when she agreed to be his unofficial assistant.

She marked off the last test and stacked it with the rest of them, evening them out against the desk and placing it on his desk chair. Yes, she could finally leave. Between clean-up duty, grading those papers and having a little daydream, it had taken her until six o'clock to be able to go home. (School ends at 4:30) It wouldn't have been so unbearable if Kakashi hadn't ditched her half an hour beforehand. He probably just went home to go to sleep or maybe stop by Ichiraku ramen shop before it closed.

"Oh, I hate you, Kakashi-sensei," Sakura moaned half heartedly as she stood up, stretching her arms up towards the ceiling. She then picked up her bag, dusted off her uniform and was about to leave the room when she remembered she had to close the window. A low grunt escaped her throat as she stomped over to the window and began to pull it shut.

"Forehead!"

Sakura jumped, looking behind her and around the room, searching for the only person who ever called her that.

"Down here, dumbass!" the voice yelled.

Sakura stuck her head out the window, looking down from the second floor. Under one of the shii trees and school lights stood Yamanaka Ino, the glare of the streetlight shining on her manicured hands sitting on her hips and the cheesy looking smile on her face.

"Oh hey, Pig." Sakura leaned her arms down onto the sill and laid her head on them. "What's up?"

"It's six, what's up with you? Why are you still here?" Sakura noticed Ino had changed out of her school uniform, looking as if she were planning on going somewhere tonight. Probably some sort of party where kids that aren't burdened by no-good teachers can hang out and get drunk and whatever else together, talking about how easy their lives are.

"I was just finishing up some stuff for Kakashi-sensei and I also had clean-up duty today. I was just leaving…" Sakura paused. "Why are you here?"

Ino ran her hand through her waist-length, flaxen hair with a contented smirk plastered across her perfect face. Sakura took note of her own shoulder-length hair that was pink, no less. Some girls just had to hog all the beauty, didn't they? "You're such a brown-nose, Forehead. Why bother, it's not like he's actually your teacher anymore." Sakura opened her mouth in protest but Ino cocked her head to the side with that obnoxious grin and mouthed, 'kidding!' Sakura grunted. She was so not kidding. "I came to find you, of course. There was no way I was going to that creepy apartment complex of yours, I mean, geez, I might get gang raped or something so I hoped you'd be here and oh! Lucky me, I was right. Although, it's not like you go anywhere besides here and your house, you need a life, Forehead, seriously." Sakura couldn't believe she claimed to be this girl's best friend for so long. "And you know something else you need, Forehead? A cell phone. If you weren't such a goody-two shoes and didn't hang around here all the time, I'd never be able to talk to you."

Oh, now wouldn't that be a tragedy? "You know I can't afford it, Pig." Sakura sighed. "So why did you need to talk to me?" Ino had a tendency of losing her train of thought amongst all the complaints and jabs.

Her teal eyes lit up and she pointed a French-tipped fingernail at her. "That's right! I came to help you escape from the miserable and horrid cage you call your life by inviting you to a party tonight!"

Sakura lifted her head from her arms, suddenly feeling ten times more interested in the conversation. "A party? Where?"

Ino laughed, obviously pleased she had peeked Sakura's interest. "My place. I got high marks on our last exams so my parents said it was okay."

Sakura gave a slightly impressed nod. Ino's parents had a successful flower shop chain so she had a pretty nice house. "Who all is going?"

"Everybody, Sakura. Nobody in their right mind would miss out on this." Ino paused and then gasped, again pointing a finger at her. "Hyuuga Neji is coming too! Bet you wanna go now, huh? I know you like him."

Sakura's eyebrows knitted together. "Neji goes to Tokyo U now, what's he doing going to some high school house party?" She thought it was kind of lame actually. Couldn't he get a girl at the university?

Ino seemed annoyed by the fact that she wasn't impressed. "Forehead, why must you be so pessimistic? You've liked the guy for awhile now—"

"I don't like him, Pig, I thought he was kind of cute and the fact that he was actually intelligent was nice but I don't like him."

"Besides the point, Forehead!" Ino interrupted, holding her hand out as if to stop her words from reaching her. "He's hot, he's smart, he's a college guy and he's coming to my party. Now's your chance!"

Sakura started to close the window, deciding she was done with the conversation. "He's probably just going to the party to bag a couple of easy lays, Ino. Not really my type."

"Please, he's like a clear-eyed, long-haired Sasuke." Sakura froze. "Exactly your type."

The window slammed shut, along with the classroom door as Sakura marched out of room, her bag angrily hitting her hip with every step. She didn't understand why people had to always bring up Sasuke. It's not like she'd even seen the guy recently. Couldn't people move beyond the past? She had.

And he probably had too.

Sakura hurriedly made her way down the stairs, fully intent on going home, taking a long, hot bath and then drowning out any thoughts of today or Sasuke with studying for her English exam. She found studying always calmed her, distracted her from the annoyances of life when nothing else could. That's probably why she had such good grades; because unlike everyone else, she actually enjoyed studying and felt a sort of relief from it.

The front door slammed out of her way as she punched through it, only to be greeted by Ino, looking falsely apologetic as ever. "Fo-, I mean Sakura, I'm so sorry-"

"No, you're not," Sakura interrupted blankly as she quickly walked past her.

Ino gasped out, "No, really, Sakura, I forgot that you don't like talking about-"

"Forgot? Such a good friend! No, wait! Best friend!"

Now Ino was miffed. "It happened four years ago, Forehead, get over it!"

Sakura continued to walk ahead, her rosette hair bouncing with every heavy step. There was no way she was having a conversation about this. She had gotten over it; it was everyone else that hadn't. It was them that kept bringing it up all the time.

"You are so not invited to my party!" Ino shouted, walking off in a huff. Sakura merely waved from behind, same as what Kakashi had done to her earlier that day. Now she knew why he did that. It felt great to completely disrespect someone when they're talking to you. It was like she was proclaiming her personal power and damn, did she need some of that

Sakura didn't even check to see if Ino was still following her, instead focused on getting home. Unlike most students, she didn't need to take the train; her apartment was only two and a half miles away which only took half an hour to walk to if she kept a steady pace. And while she enjoyed the solitude of walking home, she wished that she had a group of friends that lived near her to walk with past the dark alley ways and shady looking convenience stores. While she wasn't as beautiful as Ino or as busty as Hyuuga Hinata, she wasn't hideous and the people around here seemed to take what they could get. Just recently she had heard that a young woman around the age of nineteen had been walking home and ambushed by a group of gang bangers. A day later, one of the convenience store cashiers had discovered her beaten and bruised body lying in the dumpster behind the building on his cigarette break…

Sakura felt a small shiver crawl up her back. It had been in this area and their similarities in circumstance were far too many in her opinion.

She quickened her pace, ignoring how every new person she passed seemed to be far more menacing than the one before them. Even though it was almost always dark when she left Daichi, her part of town always seemed to have a sort of shadow cast on it, something that made the lights less comforting, the stars were dimmed and the old, cracked sky-scrapers towered above, blocking out the moon. It was amazing that in the past three years, she had walked these same streets six days a week and had never once been kidnapped, raped or anything of the sort.

Maybe she really was that unattractive.

Sakura turned the corner, seeing the staircase to her apartment complex looming ahead. She couldn't wait to take that warm bath, to just soak into steaming water and let it flow into her skin, cleansing her from any thought of lazy teachers, fake best friends and Sasuke. Also there was some chocolate ice cream in her freezer. Maybe today wouldn't be a complete waste.

She made her way up the concrete stairs, feeling the chilly air cut across her thighs as her skirt flounced with every step. For some reason, she always felt anxious as she was making her way up the flight of stairs to her apartment, feeling as if something was going to show up out of nowhere and steal her away right before she walked through the door to safety.

Sakura turned after reaching the third floor, feeling as if she were going to be compacted into the size of bottle cap and then explode from the fear. Her hand struggled to pull out her keys but stopped when she suddenly felt a pang of awareness; aware that someone was watching her. She turned, facing outwards towards the quiet park across the street, focusing her attention on a shii tree. It looked normal, like any other tree but she felt as if within the shadows draped by the branches and leaves, that something was sitting and waiting, watching her with the utmost intensity, preparing to strike when she was least expecting it.

Sakura shook her head, unable to stop herself from releasing a loud gulp and hurried the door open, rushing inside. She slammed the door shut behind her and hurriedly locked it. Her shirt came untucked from her skirt as she slid down against the wall, her hair fanning around her head, the terror still pumping her heart to the point of deafening her ears.

It was times like these she wished she still lived with her parents. Wished that they hadn't divorced and fought over who would have to take custody of her. Wished her mother hadn't pushed her onto her father so that he would offer to pay for a studio apartment wherever she wanted so that he could go and work up in Hokkaido. Wished she had someone to come home to, who would comfort her and tell her, no, no one was watching her and even if they were, it doesn't matter because they would protect her from whatever it was.

Sakura cupped her face and breathed in. She needed to stop with the moping and just focus on that bath again and then go to bed. No studying, no ice cream, just a bath and then bed. She had officially given up on today.

She stood up and threw her schoolbag onto her futon, kicking off her shoes and pulling off the red ribbon underneath her shirt collar. The fear was finally starting to trickle away until she noticed the eerie blackness of her window staring at her. It was the only window she had in her apartment, right above her small television and she wondered how she had ever gone to bed, while watching TV without the curtains pulled shut so that the world could stare in at her.

Sakura rushed over and pulled the curtains shut so roughly, she was afraid she might've broken the rod holding them up. She hadn't and she finally felt safe, letting herself blow out a sigh of relief. Now she could take her bath without any nagging fear.

The bathtub faucet groaned and squeaked as she turned it but began to pour and Sakura took solace in the fact that she could now have her bath. She hastily unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it to the ground, along with her skirt as she shimmied her way out of it. Her knee-high socks followed as did her bra and panties and she had turned off the faucet when loud knocks erupted from the front door.

Sakura felt as if someone had all of a sudden shoved her into an icebox. Chills ran all through her as she began to feel claustrophobic, as if she were under scrutiny and couldn't escape.

"Just answer the door, Sakura, it's probably just one of the neighbors needing help or something," she muttered to herself unconvincingly. Although the thought of one of her neighbors coming to her door wasn't all too comforting considering the complex she lived in. Well it could be Takeshi-san and her children; they sometimes came over and gave her food since they knew her situation. "Yes, see, Sakura? Making a big deal out of nothing…"

She wrapped her pastel green towel around herself and held it tightly as she ran to the door, bracing herself for her worst nightmare when she peeked into the peephole. Silver overwhelmed her vision as confusion overwhelmed her brain. She slowly pulled open the door, coming face to face with the one person she least expected.

"Kakashi-sensei?"

There he stood, the glaring, waxen light shining against his pale face, every crease and wrinkle on his shirt and jeans outlined in a thick shadow. She stepped back slightly as he raised his eyes to meet hers, glimmering with something she had never seen before, something almost feral.

A small breeze ventured between her thighs and she suddenly remembered she was only one piece of fabric away from being completely naked in front of Kakashi-sensei. Her cheeks flushed and she backed away, holding her towel closer to her now shivering body. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sensei, I was just getting ready to take a bath," she said frantically. "Um, what do you need?"

Kakashi's gaze only seemed to grow more intense as the seconds passed and her body felt as if it were being lowered into the oven when his eyes started to travel away from her face and cascaded along her neck and the outline of the towel, all the way to her exposed legs and then back up again.

"Kakashi-sensei?" she tried again. He had never acted like this before, was he drunk? Did he leave her at the school so he could go get plastered at some bar?

Kakashi remained silent, continuing to stare at her the same way she stared at bon-bons on a bad day. It was unnerving for her, no one except for the creeps she had to walk by when going home looked at her like that. He moved toward her slowly, as if he were approaching a wild animal, although she felt he was more of the animal in this situation.

"Sensei, what are you doing?" she stuttered out as he placed both hands on each side of the door frame above her, his eyes never looking away from hers.

"Can I come in?"

Her legs buckled at the creamy sound of his voice and she caught herself against the door frame, breath escaping her in stunned exhalation. How could someone be so terrifying and then suddenly just say one thing and send her incredibly susceptible teenage hormones into overdrive? "Um, sure," she replied shakily, still regaining her footing.

Kakashi smiled at her but she didn't feel comforted, only more anxious. He didn't feel right to her; Kakashi would never look at her the way he was right now and there was no way he could ever make something so casual sound so upsettingly sexy. She watched him warily as he made his way into her apartment, his arm brushing up against her hip as he slid past her. Even through the towel, her skin seemed to react, puckering at the mere touch.

Sakura slowly shut the door behind them and leaned back against it, watching him as he looked around. There wasn't much to see, just a small kitchen area in the left corner, a futon to the right, a small desk, a door leading into her small bathroom and a television sitting below the window. She felt embarrassed that her favorite teacher, that anyone could see her apartment but how was she supposed to say no to that voice?

Her eyes suddenly zoomed in on the gaping holes in the back of his shirt, almost the same size as a soccer ball. The skin was inflamed and angry looking and blood had stained along his white collar shirt. What in the world…?

"Sensei, your back…"

She stopped when he then turned around to face her again, his eyes still clouded over with something wild, as if he were to pounce on her at any second. His thin lips curved into a subtle smirk and it made every cell in her body tighten and release all too quickly.

This was bad, this was very bad. Something was obviously wrong, he was injured and this feeling he was leaving her with… she understood all too well what was it was, what that burning in her belly meant and why she could hardly form a coherent sentence. He was her teacher, he had blood on his shirt, she was naked and he needed to leave.

"You know what, sensei?" she blurted. His eyebrow raised in a languid motion. "I changed my mind. You probably shouldn't have come in, so—"

A quiet but frightening laugh spilled from his throat as he walked back over to her, positioning his hand above her head against the door, trapping her between it and him. "That's a little rude, don't you think?" His breath was warm and poured onto her face like a heater in winter.

Her eyes had screwed shut. She couldn't bare to face him at this range when she was almost naked, it was too inappropriate, too weird and it turned her on way too much. Two hours ago, she could've named him the number one guy to turn her off (besides the P.E. teacher, Gai-sensei) and now… well, now he was quite the opposite.

"Sensei, you're being weird," she said, her eyes still closed tightly. "Are you drunk? Because if you are, this is really inappropriate."

She could hear Kakashi chuckle quietly and practically melted to the floor when he pressed his lightly sculpted chest to hers. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Did he have to ask? She nodded, turning her head to the right to escape that deliciously balmy breath.

"Look at me, Sakura," he whispered, his finger lifting her chin.

Her lips pursed together, scrunching hard as if she were attempting to fold into herself. "I don't think I can."

"Yes, you can."

Sakura's thick lashes lifted deliberately, Kakashi's angled face coming into her vision slowly, her heart pounding harder and harder the less blurry he became. She ran her tongue over her full lips in nervousness and hoped he wouldn't take it as some sort of cheesy innuendo. When her vision fully came back into focus, their eyes met and she could've swore a sort of electric shock passed between them, ripping through her body, igniting every nerve within her. If he touched her now, she'd probably collapse into a seizure.

"Sensei," she breathed. "Why-"

He then pressed his large hand to her lips, and leaned his head into the crook of her neck and let one more breath of thermal air play along the sensitive skin of her throat. "Just relax, Sakura," he mumbled into her skin.

And somehow, she did.

Her body went limp against the door and he caught her, carrying her up into his arms, placing small, warm kisses against her neck. She couldn't help but feel it was like a dream; the way everything was swaying and seemed to be dancing to the rhythm of her own heartbeat. He was holding her tightly against him and she could feel her legs dangling off the curve of his elbow as he carried her further into the room.

Suddenly she was falling through the air but she felt too sleepy to attempt to catch herself. It didn't seem to matter, as the firm surface of what felt like her futon, caught her. The towel she had held so closely to herself was now loose and unraveling, revealing the sensitive skin of her upper thighs. She couldn't care though, even as she felt the surface below her sinking as Kakashi moved his way towards her.

Sakura struggled to open her eyes, merely moaning out, "Is this what it's like to get drugged and raped, sensei?" as he positioned himself above her. He laughed, running a hand through her glossy mane.

"Well I suppose it is similar." He leaned his head down next to hers, playfully nibbling at the soft skin of her earlobe. "But not quite…" She shivered with each worry of his teeth and lazily lifted her hands to his thick, plated hair, letting her fingers pull and tug their way through it.

Kakashi pulled away, his dark eyes staring straight into hers and an impish grin spread itself along his face. "Would you let me kiss you?"

Something pinged in the back of Sakura's mind but she was too far away from everything, she couldn't understand it. She leaned her head back and let a glazed, longing look seep its way over to him and felt a hitch in her breath as his lips crashed into hers, crazed, hard and longing.

It was like trying to go against a tsunami as his mouth rolled along hers with forceful waves, pulling at her bottom lip with his teeth and tongue pushing up against the crevice between her lips demanding entry. She pulled away, her chest heaving in heavy breath.

"Sensei…"

His hand wrapped around the back of her head, pulling her up to meet him in another kiss. The towel finally fell, pooled around her hips and she felt the tips of her breasts stiffen against the new air. Kakashi broke away, pulling back to let his eyes graze over her chest and even in the sleepy high she was in, she felt a sense of uneasiness, causing her to squirm within his grasp.

A little moan fluttered from Sakura's throat when Kakashi's face went straight to her collar bone, leaving a trail of kisses down through the valley between her small breasts, his one hand abandoning her hair to skim down her shoulder to cup one within his fingers. Her back arched into his hold, as he manipulated it within his hand, chuckling when she bucked her hips against his.

"Like I said earlier, Sakura, relax." There was nothing about that lusty voice that should've let her relax but again, she found herself sinking back into the futon, calming even as his thumb brushed up against one pert nipple.

"Sensei…" she whined half heartedly, unsure of why she even said it in the first place. Everything was so far away and yet with every pinch and squeeze of her breast, she was forced back into the situation, as if someone was tossing her back and forth from the nosebleed section at a ball game to the batter's box.

All she could do was whimper when he left her breast, gripped the crook of her knees and slid her against him roughly, the center of their hips now flush against one another. The towel was thrown to the side and she knew she was completely and absolutely naked in front of her teacher and he was looking at her, those ebon eyes studying everything that lay before him from her toned thighs wrapping around his waist to the small thatch of pink curls that lay above her entrance.

Sakura watched sleepily as Kakashi inched a hand to her taut tummy, letting the fingers lightly graze their way down until they mingled in within that same patch of curls, letting one of his digits gently run along the wet crevice to her womanhood, watching with serious interest as her hips raised and pressed into it. A teasing finger unhurriedly ventured in between her folds, seeming to go slower and slower as her chest pushed out in desperate pants and her eyes misted over with something similar to tears.

"Ah, Kakashi-sensei," she groaned, bearing heavily on his hand, hoping to force that annoyingly slow finger to slide completely within her. He laughed darkly and gave into her demand and she wondered at the feeling of her folds stretching and tightening around his tapered digit, bothered by the fact that something in her hazed over mind, something wasn't right. Something was very strange but every time he pulled out that deliberate finger and let it slide against the nub hidden beneath her core, she could only buck against him and cry out, forgetting everything from before. It was too much but she couldn't bear the thought of him stopping.

Sakura let herself open her eyes, feeling electric current running through her when they made contact with his. He looked different but she couldn't judge how, not when a second finger eased its way inside her and his lips were against the thudding pulse in her neck.

She shuddered, bringing her hands to his back, pulling and digging at his skin exposed by the holes in his shirt, feeling a sort of accomplishment when she felt his muscles shift under her touch. With every thrust of his fingers and kiss and nip on her neck, her hands kneaded into his rippled flesh, taking comfort in the feeling that there'd be someone to catch her when she fell from this looming cliff of erotic desire.

Then his voice was ticking at her ears. "This might sting," he whispered, running his damp digit along her aching clit. He chuckled when she bucked against him almost violently, shoving him deep within her. And then there was a prick at her neck, as if someone had poked her with a safety pin but it went away quickly being overwhelmed by a sudden wave of rapturous feeling, like someone had turned the knob to her pleasure meter into max.

Her nails cut into his back as she began to feel herself arriving at the peak of lust. She pressed into him roughly with every entrance of his fingers, the sensation building and building like a stirring volcano, broiling and restless as if she were to explode at any second. With every second, she could feel it arriving, it was almost there, causing her to call out his name with every breath. And then right as she felt herself tensing to orgasm, he pulled away from her neck and his hand slid away from her, teasingly brushing up against her tender center one last time.

"Sensei, ah..!" she panted, still lost in unattained ecstasy as she sunk back into her futon. Kakashi leaned over her on all fours and when she lazily opened her eyes, she felt like the willing prey to a sated beast. Carmine stained fangs hung from his lips, blood dripping from his chin and onto her cheek as a satisfied smirk played across his face.

Fangs… fangs… she was anxiously trying to reason out why fangs were strange. But something was there in the back of her mind and it was being barricaded off by that awful sleepy feeling and the way those fox-like eyes heatedly stared into her.

The palm of his hand wrapped itself around the back of head and he pressed it to his throat, rasping out: "You have them too, Sakura… do it now." She had no idea what he meant and at the same time knew exactly what he wanted.

Newly developed fangs slid down from her sore gums, scraping against her top canines. "Sensei…" she groaned.

"Do it," he ordered. She unknowingly obeyed, feeling herself delve into his slim neck and letting the heavy liquid flow from him to her in violent gushes between every heart beat. It was toothsome and the more that oozed down her throat, the more she wanted it, the more she wanted to throw him down below her and suck out every last drop.

Sakura felt a hiss spray through her teeth as he pushed her away. "Enough," he growled. And with only that, the primal instinct within her faded and she let herself lean against his shoulder, uncaring if her hair meshed with leftover blood. But his hand suddenly steam rolled her against the bed, leaving her forest eyes to widen in sleepy shock.

"Sensei?"

Kakashi wouldn't look at her; instead he stared at the jaundiced wall, flinching away when she reached out to touch him. "No," he said, his voice quietly menacing.

"But…"

He stood up, leaving her sprawled across the futon, naked and smeared with blood, like some sort of rape victim. She watched him tiredly as he moved his way towards the door, red droplets of their blood still dripping from his chin and neck. Oh, damn, she'd have to scrub that clean tomorrow, she pained.

He grasped the door knob, turning to look at her. She noticed his eyes had calmed and resembled the Kakashi she knew; distant and condescending. "This was an accident, Sakura," he stated. Sakura remained unmoving though, feeling an undeniable sense of exhaustion. "I'm sorry." Kakashi then walked out and slammed the door behind him.

The echo of his words pulled at her ears but she could only think of how her eyelids were gaining ten kilograms by the second, seducing her into a heavy slumber.

Author's Notes: Alright, hopefully it wasn't that horrible, right? Hello everyone, I am Nini the Kakashi Obsessed. This is the first I've posted anything on this site in two and a half years, the last one being the original version of this story. I had just recently gotten back into fanfiction and looked back to my stories and regretted never finishing this one. And once I reread my favorite KakaSaku fanfiction of all time: The Window by Silvershine, I was given new inspiration to finish it. So here it is!

When I first wrote this, I didn't take any time to think about how different Japanese school is from ours and I even forgot to include uniforms! Dude, I know, how stupid, right? So I tried to put a lot of thought into this by including clean-up duty, class titles, uniforms, etc. Since I've never been to Japan and I only have anime/manga, Japanese dramas and the internet as my resources, sorry if some of it is inaccurate. If you catch anything that you know is incorrect, let me know in a review! I'd really appreciate it.

If you're wondering why Sakura suddenly gave into Kakashi when he told her to relax, I was trying to show the little trance that vampires can put on their victims before they bite, it wasn't like she was just, "Oh, you're hot, Kakashi-sensei, take me," or anything like that. (laughs) Also, it was the hunger, the "beast" inside Kakashi that lead him to act the way he did around Sakura, he was OOC for a reason.

So I hope you enjoyed it and you'll leave a review telling me what went well and what didn't. While writing the bite scene at the end, I felt uncomfortable because I knew it just wasn't coming out well. So I'm sorry if you were looking for hot KakaSaku sex and it was disappointing. I know I was disappointed. Oh and even if you absolutely hated this, leave a review telling me why, because that's always helpful. I can take criticism, I'm pretty tough so hit me with your best shot.

Alright, well that was three times longer than any author's notes should be so I'll shut up now. Look out for the next chapter, I'm gonna attempt to stick with this over summer. But don't expect super fast updates because I'm a really slow writer due to being a perfectionist. It takes me an hour to write a simple sentence sometimes.

Ciao!

- Nini

P.S.: I've included a glossary for some people that aren't as familiar with some Japanese words/honorfics/etc. Also, if any of you want a clear idea of what the school uniform looks like, send me a review telling me and I'll post the full descriptions on my profile.

P.P.S.: The chapter's title is from Lose Control by Evanescence. I've decided every chapter title will be a song title because I'm not creative enough to come up with my own. :p

P.P.P.S.: I only replaced this chapter to include the chapter title and revise the disclaimer. Nothing else has changed.

Glossary:

Sensei – honorific for teacher, manga-ka, etc. If you want to be a writer and you're getting advice or help from someone else, you would refer to them as sensei. (Or their name-sensei.)
Chan – honorific usually used for girls, lovers or children. When the girls left that little chalk drawing on Kakashi's chalkboard saying, "Shi-chan love!" that was highly inappropriate but because Kakashi is so laidback and friendly, he allows it.
Daichi – "Dai" means large, great and "Chi," depending on which character you use can either mean "wisdom, intellect (which is how the school's name is written) or "earth, land."
Kun – honorific usually used for boys but can also be used for girls with boyish names like Tohru.
Shii – an oak tree. They can also be called kashi trees but I thought that might be too similar to Kakashi's name so I went with shii. (When you think about it, that's similar to his name too…)
Tokyo University – the most prestigious school in Japan. If you've read Love Hina, you know exactly how hard it is to get into.
Hokkaido - a place in Northern Japan.