sasuke lovers r us

.........idk

"And just what is it that you do?"
"Basically it's freelance killing, we do whatever our boss tells us to which is mostly killing." Deidara said. AKASUKI
Um, Kushina-chan?"
NARTUO
"Yes-" She glanced up and froze, spoon halfway to her mouth.

"Minato, why is our son covered in toothpaste?"

Her husband smiled nervously as he clutched the squirming bundle of minty-fresh toddler closer to his chest. "Because the dentist said he was old enough to learn how to brush his teeth on his own, as long as one of us watches him until he gets the hang of it."

She stabbed the spoon deep into the block of ice cream. Minato flinched. "Yes, I know that part. Why weren't you watching him?"

Minato hitched his human shield- ahem, his son- up a little higher before answering, "Because I might have turned my back for one second to get a new bar of soap for the shower."

"Really."

Minato whimpered a little. Naruto, hating to see his daddy so upset, smeared some toothpaste across his mouth to cheer him up.

KAKASAKU
Kakashi studied the intruder with a half-lidded gaze most intelligent creatures knew to fear. His one-eyed glare required minimal effort and was usually effective in such instances, but this, this thing seemed completely oblivious to it.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to randomly stop by ever since he found out about the clandestine cooking classes she’d been taking. Sakura wasn’t a bad cook, just seriously out of practice and he, chivalrous man that he was, could hardly leave his former student to her own devices when he was more than capable of providing her with a willing test palate. Really, what man in his right mind would turn down free meals, even if a few of them were somewhat indistinguishable?

It became a rather pleasant habit, despite the risk of occasional indigestion. He’d lounge on her couch indulging in one of his favorite books while listening to her putter around her small kitchen in an enticingly domestic way. The routine was comforting to an old warrior like him. Sakura’s home was always warm and tidy, her cheerful presence soothing…and he’d never tire of watching those long legs in motion. It was such a shame she wore tall boots on the job, but in the comfort of her home, barefoot and reaching for something on the top shelf…ah, now that was bliss.

She wasn’t unaware of his appreciative eye and he swore sometimes she’d do things like that just to tease him. Dinner and a show. Who was he to argue? He’d really been enjoying the slight hitch in her short skirt as she leaned over the counter for the washcloth when her shriek startled him into motion. He was in the kitchen before his ears stopped ringing, tense and battle ready. His dark eye swept the room for a threat so sinister as to frighten the typically fierce kunoichi, riveting on the culprit within seconds.

He blinked.

And blinked again.

Heaving a sigh, he glanced over his shoulder at the woman hiding behind him, frantically clutching his shirt. “You can’t be serious.”

Verdant eyes widened to preposterous proportions, swallowing him up more effectively than any genjutsu. Soft lips parted and he valiantly braced himself for the inevitable.

“Please, sensei?”

Oh no, not this time. She could prance around in short skirts and tight shirts, rail and rage with flashing eyes, but by no means was he going to be manipulated by that alluring little whimper.

“You’re the Godaime’s apprentice,” he said dryly.

The simpering look threatened to morph into something decidedly deadlier. “So?”

“You can crush mountains with one fist,” he pointed at the intruder, “and you’re afraid of that?”

She smacked his arm and he smothered a wince. “Will you just kill it already?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re a man.”

“That’s a bit prejudiced, don’t you think?”

“Kakashi....”

“And I really don’t remember this being in the job description.”

“Kakashi….”

“What’s in it for me?”

Emerald eyes stared at him incredulously. “Besides the fact that you’ve been eating here every week,” she bared her teeth, “for free?”

Kakashi tapped a thoughtful finger to his chin. “Well, that’s a pre-existing arrangement. This is extenuating circumstance.”

She looked ready to stomp her foot when she shrieked again and latched onto his arm so hard he thought she might rip it off.

“It’s moving!”

One dark eye shifted to the counter. “So it is.”

“Kakashiiiiiiii!”

He fought the urge to chuckle at her genuine distress. If he didn’t do something soon, she was likely to jump onto the table like a frightened housewife. Hmm, pink hair in a sloppy bun, skimpy robe, begging to be rescued by yours truly…not a bad image, that.

“This isn’t funny!”

“If you say so.”

She squeaked as the intruder veered towards them and the warmth of her curves pressing up against him short-circuited his brain. What was it they were arguing about?

“Kakashi, please!”

Oh, right. Save the world, save the village, save the pretty woman cutting off the circulation in his arm. All in a day’s work for the legendary copy-nin.

With a resigned sigh, he lifted the book in his left hand and smacked it sharply onto the counter. A deafening silence ensued and Sakura hesitantly peeked around him.

“Did you get it?”

His eye flickered towards her. “You think I’d miss?”

She eyed the counter speculatively then looked up at him. Emerald eyes softened at his disgruntled expression and she looped her arms around his neck. Standing on tiptoe, she pressed a lingering kiss to his cloth-covered cheek. “My hero.”

Slipping away from the startled shinobi, she danced over to the stove to check on dinner. “Maybe I’ll make you some dessert, ne?” She shot him a saucy wink before stretching up to reach the cabinet above the fridge, one long leg curled up behind her for balance.

Eye riveted on a petite foot teasingly twisting left then right, Kakashi swallowed hard. What’s a little sacrifice in the face of such a tempting offer? His hand touched his still tingling cheek and a slow smirk curved his lips. I could really get used to this.

Retrieving his beloved book from the counter, he turned it over and eyed the centipede splattered across the special edition cover.

…or not.

kakasaku i did write

A pink-haired 18 year old girl stood stareing at seemingly nothing. Her eyes were glazed, and her fists were clenched. "Why?" The words were hardly a whisper. "Why..." She slumped to the ground. "Why me. What did I do to deserve this Kami?" The tears started flowing down her cheeks, but she was oblivious to them. "I...I...I don't deserve to..." Her eyes widened as a white-haired figure appeared in front of her.
"Yo." He had his nose stuffed into an orange Icha Icha book, yet he watched Sakura with a worried gaze.
Sakura turned her head away from her previous teacher, wipeing the tears from her face. "Kakashi-sensei..." Her hands trembled as she fought the urge to reach for a kunai. Why did Sasuke have to die? Why? And...and even Lee...Naruto was still around, but he was Hokage now....and Tsunade...even her parents..."Tsunade-Sama...Sasuke-kun...Lee-kun...all...gone...why..."
Sakura looked up at Kakashi, not really seeing him, her eyes still blurred with tears. "I've always been weak...too weak to save anyone. I've always been the one who needed saveing..."
"Sakura...." The Icha Icha book was no where to be seen, and he was gazing at Sakura with sincere worry in his eye. He crouched down untill he was eye level with the kinoichi and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You're not weak...."
"I am....I'm the weakest ninja ever." With that, she removed Kakashi's hand and stood up. Her hair hid her expression as she turned and walked away towards her house.
"Sakura...." A firm yet gentle hand grasped Sakura's own, spinning her around to face the white-haired Jounin.
"Kakashi-sensei!" Sakura exclaimed as she was held close to her previous teacher.
"Don't call me that." Kakashi's grip tightened around Sakura, his chin resting on her shoulder.
"What!?" A rosy blush rose on Sakura's normally pale face, which turned even redder as her sensei's embrace tightened.
"Don't call me sensei...." The copy-nin then pulled away from Sakura and gazed into her eyes with his obsidian one. God she looks so cute when she blushes....
Sakura stared up at Kakashi, her eyes wide as he pulled his head-band up, revealing his sharingan eye which whirrled lazily. "Kaka...."
Kakashi silenced the young kunoichi by placing a finger gently on her lips. "You're too beautiful to be weak." Sakura gasped as Kakashi then used his other hand to pull down his mask, revealing his face.
Oh god he's handsome! Before Sakura could say anything, Kakashi's lips locked against her own, her eyes widened and her blush spread.
Sakura didn't know what to do, but when Kakashi whispered quietly against her lips, she wrapped her arms around him, one hand in his hair, silently urging him to deepen the kiss. For so long she had wanted to hear those three words from Sasuke, but now she knew who she had really wanted those words to come from.
Pulling the kunoichi even closer to him, Kakashi drew his tounge against her lips, and just as he had hoped Sakura opened her mouth. His tounge quickly shot into her mouth, exploring every little crevice. Sakura pulled back at the intrusion, but Kakashi's hand held her head firmly in place, his kiss depening as Sakura's hands slid up his shirt and traced his muscles.
Sakura almost whimpered in defiance as Kakashi broke the kiss, but was glad she didn't when he moved to her jawline and slowly worked his way down to her collarbone, placing light kisses along her skin as he did so. "I love you more than anything...." He whispered this in her ear, causing Sakura to shiver. "I've always loved you." He nipped lightly at her earlobe then returned to placing light kisses along her neck. He grinned as he got the reaction he had hoped for, Sakura moaned quietly, her arms tighter around him.
Why didn't I notice him before? I was so blind....chasing Sasuke....
Kakashi pulled the kunoichi even closer to him, one of his legs twining with hers.
I shouldn't be doing this....but it feels so right....I love him for Kami's sake....
"Sakura...." The way Kakashi said her name made Sakura shiver with delight.
"Ka....ka....shi...." Sakura closed her eyes and moaned quietly as he continued to nibble and nip at her neck and jawline, one of his hands trailing along her spine, elicting shivers from the kunoichi.
The way Sakura said his name made him lose control, in a matter of seconds he had performed the hand-signs for a teleportation jutsu and was now standing in his apartment, the kunoichi still held tightly against him.
"Kakashi....what are...." Sakura was cut off as Kakashi planted another kiss on her lips then moved down to her collar bone and growled quietly.
"What do you want Sakura?" He nipped at her collarbone and trailed a hand along her side, causing her to shiver and moan quietly.
"Ka...." Sakura didn't finish as she shivvered again.
"What was that? I didn't quiet catch that." A smirk had planted itself on the jounin's face.
"Y....y....you....Kakashi-kun...." Sakura groaned quietly as the front of her shirt was unzipped and she was pinned against the bed, her hands held above her head with one of Kakashi's hands.
"I thought so."

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"Kaka....shi....kun...." Kakashi quickly pulled Sakura's shirt off and let it fall to the floor, his own body pinning hers beneath him, he growled quietly against her throat, elicting a shiver from the kunoichi. Grinning, he growled again, causing Sakura to shiver again. Then, licking his lips, he began to trail light kisses along Sakura's neck, starting at her jawline. Sakura thought that he would stop at her collar bone, but gasped in surprise as Kakashi hurridly undid the clasp on her bra and tossed it to the side, his kisses continued down between her breasts and along her stomach to the edge of her shorts.
Sakura tried to cover her chest with her arms, but Kakashi still held them firmly above her head with one hand. He then drew his tounge in small circles, slowly working his way up to her breasts, elicting shivers and moans from the kunoichi that was his. He nipped gently at her left breast then wrapped his mouth around it. Sakura arched her chest, pressing herself closer to Kakashi as he sucked on her breast, her other being carresed by one of his hands.
Growling quietly, Kakashi then reached down with his free hand and pulled Sakura's shorts and underware off. He then quickly stripped himself of his clotheing and positioned himself above Sakura, gazing down at the goddess beneath him. "Oh Sakura...." Sakura merely moaned quietly in reply and looked up at him through half-closed eyes. "You sure about this?"
Sakura nodded, and immediately gasped as Kakashi plunged into her. She screamed his name as he broke through her virgin-barrier, white flashing behind her eyes.
Shit....She was so tight around him, he had to restrain himself. He was going to do this right. He fought not to move untill she was used to him being inside her. He let out his breath he had been unknowingly holding and gasped as Sakura wiggled her hips beneath him. Without wasting another moment, Kakashi almost pulled out entirely then plunged in again, groaning with pleasure as Sakura gasped, her hands resting on his back, urging him deeper.
"Ka....ka....shi...." When Sakura said his name, Kakashi completely lost control of his senses and plunged into her even deeper than before, her moans and groans urging him faster and harder.
"Sa....kura...." He nibbled on Sakura's neck as he thrust into her, moaning as he did so, causing Sakura to shiver everytime and moan with every thrust.
Sakura's senses had gone out of control. Every few minutes she muttered the word 'faster', or 'harder', or 'deeper'. She didn't know what had come over her, but she didn't care. She was in complete bliss as her and Kakashi's moans filled the apartment room. The only thing she saw as she closed her eyes was a repetitive flashing of white behind them. She felt an odd pooling sensation in her abdomen and felt herself explode, seconds later she felt Kakashi explode inside her and gasped.
She had almost lost consciousness and when she regained her senses, Kakashi was lying on the bed next to her, an arm drapped across her stomach. Curling up next to her lover, Sakura tucked her head under Kakashi's arm and wrapped her arms around him. The arm that was drapped across her side tightened its hold around her. "I love you." Kakashi muttered the words groggily, he was obviously exhausted.
"I love you too."

fan fic not by me

Kakashi watched his friends with there dates chatter in a happy manner while he nodded and shook his head for a no when questions were directed at him. There was nothing 'really' new about his 'group'. His friends included the jonins which he had taught along-side with, Kurenai, Asuma, and Gai. He also had his friends like Gemna or Iruka. But no one was really his friend, not since Rin, Yodaime, and Obito died.

Kakashi stirred the untouched venom of a liquid in front of him, he had not intention of drinking the warming sake. If it was his choice he would be mourning his friends unable to forget his sorrows- keeping the burden on his shoulders- like Sasuke.

The traitor had left Konoha with torn hearts, and shattered trust which no one could really find time to pick up the pieces. It was another reason why the Konoha ninja were reluctant to trust one another, if they did there comrade could be killed, they could betray him, and even fail the mission. He sighed, 'Look what you did to us. Look.'

The scarecrow pushed the glass away and took the time to look at his “friends”. They were having a great time -or at least Ibiki, Anko’s tongue was being lodged down 'his' throat- all of his other comrades seemed to be fooling the example, except instead they held off and dragged there partner to the dance floor.

Kakashi skimmed around the faces of the local bar, he saw Shikamaru sitting with a female that was loud and boisterous- unlike the genius’s personality- he seemed to like the female who could wear him out. Not all emotionally but 'physically'. Kakashi shook his head from his own perverted thoughts, he turned his head to the door where he saw an awaited couple. 'Naruto' and 'Hinata'.

He smiled at his student for finally realizing that Hinata’s red face wasn’t the cause of a fever, or overworking in training- which only took him three years- it was 'him'! Kakashi leaned back in his chair touching the wall, he folded his arms an amused grin walked right up on his face. The only notion of a smile was the fact that his eye seemed to curl up, anything else and he was boring old Kakashi.

Hinata’s face flushed as Naruto took out a flower from his jonin vest, it was a sunflower. Hinata may or may not know what a sunflower meant but Kakashi shot that one off as he whispered the word, a wistful voice seeping from his lips, “ 'Adoration'.”

Naruto’s hair had painstakingly grown long, as long as Kakashi’s old sensei- the Yodaime, Arashi - Naruto’s father. He even put his hair in a horsetail, his eyes had grown into drowning pools of the ocean mass, and his happy personality fitting the bill.

Kakashi turned his head away from the couple to find his friend Asuma playing a very indifferent role, simalar to Naruto’s. Even the cancer stick stiff had learned to open his eyes, to the garnet eyed female in front of him.

The copy ninja’s eyes saddened when he watched the room pair off for a couple’s only dance. He pushed himself out of the chair leaving an undrinkable Sake and a tip for the generous waiter. He had a person on his mind, the person might bring him tears and hang his head in sorrow- but that’s what you get for being honest with yourself.

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Please don't mind what I'm trying to say 'cause I'm, I'm being honest
When I tell you that you
You're part of the reason I'm so set on the rest of my life
Being a part of you
You tell me what you think about being open,
About being honest with yourself

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What the copy ninja did not know was that another person in the city of Konoha had a similar problem to him. He was not alone, and know fate was one step closer...

Sakura shivered in the harsh winter chill, the fire country’s ninja village may have been kindling but there was nothing warm like the desert of Sunagakure.

The rosetta ninja rubbed her unclothed arms in a warming gesture, attempting to warm herself, the situation started to turn worse when Sakura lost track of where she was going. She wipped her head around hitting her head on the tree a painstaking task the pain would be- at least for her to heal,- her chakra had been drained from working at the hospital.

She leaned her back against a support in this case tree, her vision started to blurr into black spots, her only hope would be someone to wake her up. And from the situation of a cold wind, and its been hot for four previous days a heavy rain was to be expected.

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Kakashi had directed himself in Konoha’s forest he was following what his body told him to, he needed to rid the thought of a certain female. All the pairing shinobi had rattled his nerves driving him insane with lust- if only he could hold her in his arms. Right now. He hugged his body as if he was embracing her. He could almost smell the dog shampoo he used on Pakkun, and the vanilla scent of perfume, and which disgusted him for intruding his beginning daydream; blood.

Kakashi’s viewable eye widened- Sakura - she might be hurt! And from the heightened senses of a canine he could search out the facts that this wasn’t menstrutial blood. But something new, like the sharp match burns that tinged his arms from memories. He winced as the predatory mince set took over, like an animal he went to search for his potential mate. And he might just be lucky.

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'Cause things will never be the same.

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Sakura had awoken to a drastic change of temperature, the jutsu that had been apply led to her hadn’t worn off- and the side effects were just begging, after all she just woke up.

Someone had jerked her from her coma-like sleep. Her eyes floundered open, she groaned in the effect of hitting her head hard against an object. Her eyes remained blurry leaving her with the problem of no image of her savior. 'And even Cinderella got to meet her prince.' She sighed in negativity, her body urged her to drift back into the land of dreams- where Sasuke couldn’t shatter her heart - where she could have liberation.

“Sakura?” A silver bush seemed to talk and apparently grabbed her bare shoulders. “What happened, are you alright?” The bush asked as if it was of some great importance to her, an idea plooped into her head.

She narrowed her eyes as to focus them, like the troublesome facts on morning- and the stupid dawn - Sakura had already mad a, ;Must-kill-before-I-die-list.” And killing Gai was on top, he was the one who influenced the caterpillar trend. The fuzzy eyebrows could cause almost anyone to have the urge to kill them.

She took on the image again. A mask, lopsided head band, the smell of a forest, and the silver hair. 'Kakashi.'

He dazed expression turned to anger as she relized he had them in an awkward postion. He had a knee by each hip, his hands were gripping his shoulders, also the distance between there faces seemed to be in centimeters.

“Sakura?”

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So I guess I'll see you, I'll see you around
I'm spinning while I'm falling down
Now you know why I'm begging you to stay

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Kakashi didn’t seem to notice the uncomfortable position he had put his cherry blossom in, he even smiled when she refused to meet his eye. As if one cue his hand gentily brushed a strand of hair out of her face, tucking the fallen rose behind her ear.

Sakura’s head turned slightly to the touch, he meant no harm for her. She was everything he wanted. And she was everything he’s wasn’t.

Her leaned his head down to hers, she tried to squirm away but the contact with the tree secretly made her promise to burn down the type of foliage in the world. She checked her surroundings her body was unsteady as Sakura tensed up, even her palms became sweaty. Fumbling for the words she pleaded,

“Ka...shi...? Wha..what...are...you doing here?” If she was the Hyuga she would have twidled with her thumbs but she wasn’ t the white eyed girl, she was Sakura.

“For you my dear what else?”

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Well don't waste time getting to the point, 'cause I'm, I'm patiently waiting
For your next phone call, your next excuse for losing sleep again
Tell me what you think about being open,
About being honest with yourself

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Kakashi smiled inwardly when his ego took a vacation, shooting through the roof in Kakashi’s standards. He was on top of Sakura, she was fidgeting like an immature teenager, and her face was flushed. And he Gai and 'his' three month salary it wasn’t from the season.

He assumed himself correct as his hand was being brought up to the edge of his mask.

Sakura looked away, not letting herself look at his face that would have been a great disrespect. Though she wouldn’t mind the theory.

A heated hand tuned her gently to her ex-teacher. She opened one eye, unsure of this act of kindness. 'What? Why?' Her hand was moved to the edge of his mask, underneath the cloth she could feel the alluring soft skin of the Hatake member. Underneath the underneath, he had preached to Team 7 when they were a group a series of times. At some days they dreamed of killing the perverted sensei in his sleep.

Her hands were slowly tugged down, she had pulled the mask down and now there was an almost uncomplete. She gasped.

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'Cause things will never be the same

So I guess I'll see you, I'll see you around
I'm spinning while I'm falling down
Now you know why I'm begging you to stay

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The distance between the two shinobi had closed dramatically, Kakashi pressed gently on her soft lips as if to test if he made the right discern. His lips curled upward as she tasted like a rare delectable taste, her scent of vanilla seemed to drown his mind of innocent thoughts.

Sakura’s hands had involuntary wrapped around the Hatake’s neck urging him to deepen the kiss.

Kakashi could feel his lips curl into a smile from when he licked her bottom lip requesting for permission. He drove his lips hard onto her, the sensation of a tongue (that wasn’t hers) rolled in her mouth.

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'Cause I can't stop it now
It's so amazing how
I know I cant, I could never walk away

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Sakura curled her fingers in the strands of his silver hair, she pushsed him harder on her lips... a pleasure coming in the form of a moan released from Sakura. And if she was an actor doing a make-out session. Sakura would do very well. All she would have to do was think of Kakashi.

Kakashi stood on his knees and pressed her back against the wall, one wrm was trailing up and down her spine, the other tangled in her hair.

Sakura wasn’t an ordinary seveteen year old aspiring for buttergly kisses, she liked her hard and rough. And a almost forceful expression- the one filled with a sharp twang of power.

The Hatake definetly had his perks, he ignored the fact that it was night, and had begun to softly rain. The percipation like a feather whistle on there cheeks.

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How can we resolve this now
We let it go, and wonder how
This can never be the same
Can never be the same

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The two drew away, Kakashi’s eyes darkened with an expression she didn’t know of. Sakura cultivated the passion of the lasting attack...on her lips... she fought back with little experiance she had.

She had gotten away from it all, her lips had become swollen. For some odd reason she was crying the tears never reached the earth, for Kakashi kissed every one away.

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So I guess I'll see you, I'll see you around
I'm spinning while I'm falling down
Now you know why I'm begging you, I'm begging!

'Cause I can't stop it now,
It's so amazing how,
I know I cant, I could never walk away.