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It's Wednesday. The Academy has just dismissed its students. That means that Sakura has thirty minutes, to eat her onigiri and head over to Kunoichi Class.
She was the first kunoichi from her year to be admitted. When she was first admitted, the Kunoichi Class Distributor told her that it was an honor to be the youngest in the Class. Everyone else coughed, or choked, or otherwise made enough of an awkward stumble that Sakura knows that no one else thinks that it's an honor.
Every kunoichi has to go to Kunoichi Class. It's 12 months, total. And, kunoichi are automatically admitted after they start menstruating. Or at least, after it's officially noted that they've started menstruating. Sakura just had the bad luck to bleed through her pants at school.
Sakura's a - so called - early bloomer. Her mom cried when the Academy Sensei made that joke. None of the other kunoichi from her class have been admitted yet. So, there's no Ino to joke with, or Hinata to hold hands with, or even Ami to hide from.
She takes her place in the Kunoichi Class Hall. Next to her, is a teenaged, short-haired brunette with 8-pack abs and a flame tattoo on her shoulder. Sakura's other side is against the wall.
The Distributor straps Sakura's ankles into their soft holders. She tugs the pulley until Sakura's legs are stretched and her hips are pulled slightly off the padded bench. If Sakura rocks forwards and back, she can feel the vertebrae of her rounded back lift-off- and touch-down-on- the padding. Her hands are fixed to the underside of the bench.
It's ten minutes until the start of Kunoichi Class; the Jounin are starting to arrive. Some Jounin know immediately where to go, forming a little line before their preferred kunoichi. Some Jounin wait for the Distributor to send them to the correct line.
Sakura once heard a superior explaining the rule to the newest Distributor: Clan kunoichi get Jounin who are either Clanless or from their same Clan. Clanless kunoichi get the Clan Jounin whose Clans don't currently have kunoichi in the Class; practically, this means that Clanless Kunoichi usually get Clan Jounin from minor Clans.
Sakura knows how genetics works, and thinks its a practical arrangement if the goal is to propagate strong bloodlines. She doesn't *like* the arrangement, but at least it's practical.
There are a lot of ANBU Jounin waiting today. It must be the end of some sort of quota-period, and those ANBU who don't particularly like helping at the Kunoichi Class are ticking off their requirement.
Still, the first ANBU Jounin waiting in Sakura's line is not here for a requirement. She recognizes his mask: Boar. She doesn't like him.
Boar is a terrible shinobi. His aim sucks. He keeps "slipping" out of her vagina and into her asshole, which - frankly - hurts like hell. Usually, after the third or fourth slip, the Distributor will notice, and bring over some lubricant. Even if that prevents the pain from getting any *worse*, Sakura already knows that she's going to be leaking blood for the next week. And Sakura's mom always cries when she finds her daughter's bloody underwear.
Sakura sighs. She hates *anticipating* pain almost more than the pain itself.
At least, he doesn't smell bad. There are definitely a few Jounin who seem to come directly from training.
Sakura's neighbor has her usual two Jounin in line. It's always the same two ANBU Jounin; nobody else even tries to join the line. The ANBU masks are some sort of Lizard, and some sort of Fish. Lizard is always the first in line, and Fish is always second. Sakura thinks that they must be friends - the kunoichi, Lizard, and Fish - because they always make these horrible, black-humor jokes together. When the bell signals the start of class, Lizard will swallow something small and blue, and then he can keep going for the entire class duration without cumming. After class, Lizard walks with a limp, and Fish and the kunochi always seem humorously consoling. Fish never seems to mind that - because Lizard doesn't cum - Fish never gets to advance past the second spot in the line.
Sakura spends a lot of time watching those three, since she spends a lot of time distracting herself from what's happening in her own body.
The bell rings. Boar moves eagerly from the beginning of Sakura's line to the space between her naked legs. His hands rub her thighs and pelvis. Sakura doesn't want to watch Boar enter her, so she releases her core muscles, and lets her head fall backwards off the bench. She opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out from between her lips.
Usually, if she takes the next-in-line's cock in her mouth, it'll hurt less when they push into her vagina. Some of that is because there'll be more lubrication, but - she's noticed - they also tend to cum earlier.
The next-in-line's cock is long, thin and curved. He doesn't smell bad, either; he's clearly just showered. He smells like steel and ozone, like hot summer nights before the lightning starts. Sakura licks him to get him wet, and then takes him into her mouth. He's considerate: he doesn't try to push himself down her throat, but instead lets Sakura suckle at her own pace.
Boar snickers lightly and says, "The small ones are the tightest, eh Hound?" Then he's shoving into her vagina. Sakura tightens her internal muscles.
She's noticed that when she scrunches up the muscles of her pelvis, the Jounin tend not to push as deep into her. Then, sex don't hurt as much. It's still not comfortable. Sakura honestly doesn't know why anybody would ever do this for fun. Maybe that's why they set up this arrangement in the first place.
Hound - presumably the Jounin with his cock in Sakura's mouth - stiffens at the joke. She can't see anything but Hound's muscular thighs. He's still, his weight divided evenly between both legs, and tense.
Boar twists her nipples. It hurts. She whines around Hound's cock.
Hound's bare hands stroke Sakura's neck and shoulders. He's not using the leverage to shove himself down Sakura's esophagus; he's just being gentle. He's just trying to soothe the pain that his comrade is causing.
He's nice, thinks Sakura, grateful that it's enough for her just to swirl her tongue around and over his shaft.
Boar's most recent thrust "slips". But, just as the head of his cock breaches Sakura's asshole, Boar jerks. Confused and curious, Sakura lifts her head in time to see Hound's hand closed around Boar's throat.
"Don't." Hound grunts.
Boar's hands are shaking lightly. He returns his cock to Sakura's vagina. Sakura sinks her mouth back down onto Hound's cock.
Boar finishes in a hurry.
Hound is first in line, now, but he doesn't hurry to move between Sakura's legs. Instead, he looks around the hall.
He commands: "Weasel!" His voice carries. He's clearly used to being obeyed.
A small ANBU Jounin leaves his place in another line, and runs to Hound.
"Taicho?"
"You're next-in-line," Hound tells him. Sakura guesses that Hound is glaring at the rest of the line, because any grumbles die quickly. "Take what she offers; don't take anything more. Got it, kohai?"
"Yes, taicho."
Weasel, the small ANBU, loosens his pants. His cock is small, too. Sakura's glad. He won't be able to shove his cock down her throat, even if he wanted to. Even if he forgets Hound's command. Sakura wets him, and takes him into her mouth.
Hound moves around Sakura's body, to take his place between her legs.
He doesn't shove in. Instead, he pushes two fingers into her, and pulls out some of Boar's cum. With cum-slick fingers he rubs her clit. He draws little circles, and flicks his thumb over her clit, and occasionally pushes his fingers just past her entrance to rub at the underside of her clit. It feels good. She's arching her back. She's moaning on Weasel's cock. Her legs are shaking. She's lifting her hips to try to get closer; trying to get more.
He pushes two fingers of his other hand into her vagina, and strokes his fingertips along her interior walls. Oh gods. Her brain is so slow. She hears herself gasping Hound's name onto Weasel's tiny cock.
His fingers move slowly. Deliberately. They're so solid. Warm. Strong. Rough and scarred. Her feet are clenched and. His fingers move inside her and. Her back is completely off the bench and. It's so much and. She just. And. Everything just. And. And.
One moment, her brain has completely stopped - Hounds fingers occupying each of her neurons - and the next, she can hear the Hall again. She can feel the padding of the bench on her slumped back, and Hound's chest against her legs. She's breathing hard around Weasel's cock. She can taste Weasel's bitter, smokey pre-cum. She smells ozone.
"Was that an orgasm?" asks Weasel's young voice.
"Yes," responds Hound.
Sakura can hear Hound moving, and the bench padding crinkling. He must be cleaning off his fingers. Sakura's re-started brain realizes that Hound must have deliberately removed as much of Boar's cum from her vagina as he could. That's probably not allowed, she thinks, but doesn't say anything.
Hound pushes his cock into Sakura's pussy. She's too out-of-it to tighten her interior muscles, so her pussy is soft and wet and welcoming to the intrustion. He can push the entirety of his cock into her. For once, having a cock against her cervix doesn't hurt. She's too relaxed to do anything more than slide her tongue over Weasel's cockhead and moan.
Hound moves slowly, and with a regular pattern. His scimitar cock drags lines against her ceiling. He's controlled. He's deliberate.
It's illogical, but Sakura suddenly wants more. She wants him to be desperate. She wants him to *need* her. She wants Hound - this one, kind, considerate shinobi - to take his pleasure from her. She wants to please him, to be good for him. She wants him to want her and to think of her after's he's done and gone.
She tightens her interior muscles around him. Hound groans as he sinks into her. He does it twice more - slow, deep, solid - before quietly panting out a "fuck."
Hound stills inside her. He's breathing deeply.
"Girl," he says. When Sakura doesn't respond, he lightly pinches the skin above her ribs.
Sakura lifts her heavy head up off of Weasel, and looks at Hound. His eyes are mismatched. Black and red beneath his white mask.
"Girl. You have to release."
Sakura looks at him blankly.
"You're too tight. I won't last like this. There's still thirty-five minutes."
Oh. Hound - with Weasel's help - is trying to do for her, what Lizard and Fish do for her neighbor. That's... kind. He doesn't know her. He clearly doesn't even know her name.
(Lizard never says anything about 'lasting.' But Hound doesn't have whatever small, blue thing that Lizard always uses. Maybe that makes a difference?)
"Thank you, Hound-san," says Sakura, trying to curl her upper body enough to give the impression of a bow.
Hound's hand cups Sakura's cheek briefly. She nuzzles into his hand, and then lets her head fall again. She relaxes her interior muscles, and takes Weasel back into her mouth.
Hound resumes thrusting. His hands are on her hips. His hands are large enough that they almost fully encircle her hips. His thumb rubs her clit, making little circles like he did before.
Sakura starts to lose focus again. His cock is so much bigger than his fingers. So much longer. It drags across her interior. It stretches her entrance. His thumb on her clit. Gods.
She pulls her mouth off of Weasel, and props the back of her head on the boy's armoured abdomen. Hound is tall, and strong. and lean. She can't see any of his skin except for his hands, and the thin strip of his hips where he's lowered his pants. His skin is pale. His hands are heavily scarred.
She can see the bulging of his biceps and thighs, as he thrusts in her. He's looking at the ceiling.
She watches his thumb stroke her clit. She watches his cock slide in and out of her. She watches her own abdomen bulge when his cock is inside, and fall as it retracts. She's never wanted to watch a Jounin fuck her, before.
On the other hand, it's never felt like this, before. The brainless quiet when he nudges her cervix. The electric feeling, when he pulls his cock through her, along her, out of her. The pressure on her clit, like she's expecting something.
She curls her hips, and he slides within her, slightly differently. "Oh!" she exclaims.
Hound's red-and-black eyes flick down to her. "Good?" he asks, and he repeats his previous motion.
"Ye--ss." she sighs.
Hound does it again. And again. And again. There's something there. Inside her. And every time his cock slides over it, it sparks.
Sakura can't breathe. She's staring at Hound's mask. Her mouth is slack, and her eyes are half-open. Her legs are shaking again. She can't arch her back, because she's rolled up on Weasel.
She needs to get closer. It's not enough. She wants more.
"Hound?" she gasps.
He doesn't respond. He just keeps moving her, over and over and over, pressing his cock against the source of that spark.
"Hound?" she asks again. She's almost out of oxygen.
He doesn't look at her. She can see the sheen of sweat on the exposed skin of his hips. His fingertips dig harshly into her skin, his thumb slides cruelly over her clit.
"Hound" she mouths, unable to speak. "Hound. Hound. Hound." It's automatic now, to repeat his name. She doesn't even realize that her lips are moving. Hound, please more. Hound, anything you want. Hound, please make me cum.
Her head tilts as far back as it can, with Weasel behind her. And, her mouth is open. She's screaming, but it's soundless because she doesn't have any oxygen left. Every muscle in her body is clenched, including the ones that Hound asked her not to tighten.
(Hound is looking at the ceiling again. Trying to stay calm, to follow the rhythm, even as his balls are hot and heavy, even when she's so fucking tight. Hound can't watch her pleasure or he'll cum. Hound can't watch the child's tiny, flat chest heave or he'll lose his erection completely.)
And, as suddenly as the world had narrowed down to Hound's cock, the world expands again. The hall, Weasel, the neighbor and Lizard and Fish, the jounin standing behind Weasel who are looking around to see if another kunoichi will be free soon since Hound is clearly trying to keep this one.
Sakura sags against Weasel's chest. Her muscles all relax. She can think again and see again; and smell; and taste; and hear.
So, she hears Hound's whispered grunt, "Thank God," as her sweet pussy goes soft again.
Hound returns to his pattern of slow rolling thrusts.
Weasel runs his fingers through the sweat dappled on Sakura's skin. He brushes her hair back from her eyes. Somehow, his fingers end up in her mouth, and she suckles lightly.
She's so tired. Her eyes slip closed.
Hound pinches her ribs again. "Girl. Stay awake."
Why should she, thinks Sakura. She's so tired.
"Girl." Hound pinches her. "I won't stay hard if you pass out. 15 minutes left. If you don't want another Boar, stay awake."
This all sucks, thinks Sakura. She wants to sleep. But, she doesn't want to deal with blood in her underwear and her mother crying. Hound doesn't hurt. Hound feels good.
Weasel brushes her eyelids with her own saliva. It's cold. Hound pinches her again.
"Ugh" she moans. But, she opens her eyes.
Do something so that she doesn't sleep, she thinks. She opens her mouth, and runs her tongue over her lips. She looks over her shoulder up at Weasel's red eyes. (Did he always have red eyes, she wonders?)
"Weasel-san. Would you like my mouth, again?"
"Yes, please, kunoichi-san," responds Weasel.
He backs up so that Sakura can let her head and neck hang backwards off the bench again. She takes the boy's cock into her mouth, forcing him through a small, plush tunnel made of her lips. She slides his foreskin up and down with her tongue. She tries to summon saliva into her mouth, and circles the flat of her tongue around his shaft.
Hound asks Weasel: "She's awake?"
"Fuck. Yes." answers Weasel. "Taicho... her tongue... Do I need to hold off, too?"
"Yes. You're my backup. Thirteen minutes more."
Sakura does her best. Everything that she now wishes she'd given Hound, she gives to Weasel. She rubs his balls with her forehead. She flicks her tongue over his tip. She sucks and laves and hums. She can feel Weasel's fast pulse throb within his cock. He's thrusting his small, rock-hard cock into her, chasing her tongue.
"Taicho. I can't..."
"Pull out, then."
Weasel grips her hair, and pulls her off his cock.
"Rub her nipples" grunts Hound.
"Will she like it?" asks Weasel.
"Try." (Weasel does.) "Girl: you like that?"
Sakura's head is hanging. She's too tired to lift herself. She moans. She laps at Weasels dick, but can't seem to get her mouth around him.
"Eight minutes. I'm gonna push her over again." says Hound.
Hound grips Sakura's hips, and takes up the same rhythm that last brought her to orgasm. She's so tired, and he feels so good inside her. All she has to do is to lay there, soft and pliant, and take Hound's hard, curved cock.
Every time she exhales, a breathy "ah" comes out of mouth. Her mouth finds Weasel's penis again. Now, those breathy sighs get caught on his swollen flesh.
Weasel's fingers rub her nipples. Hound's cock is rubbing that electric spot inside her. Hound's fingers are circling her clit. It's so much.
"Six." counts Hound.
Weasel's fingers suddenly leaves her nipples. Something warm and wet appears at the joint between Sakura's legs. Weasel's licking her clit. He's licking the exposed length of Hound's cock as it slides in and out of Sakura's vagina.
"Holy, fuck" curses Hound. He widens his legs to make more space for Weasel's face.
Sakura whines around Weasel's cock. She can't focus enough to lick, she can only suck. She's shaking. Her back is off the bench again. She starts to clench around Hound.
"Four."
Sakura sucks hard, and Weasel can't help it. He's shooting his cum into her mouth. He presses the underside of his tongue down on Sakura's clit, and the tip against the base of Hound's thrusting cock.
Sakura's mouth is slack. Weasel's soft dick falls out, and his cum drips down her upside-down face.
She feels the wet and slippery pressure on her clit. She feels how Hound's cock is - somehow - even harder within her. He's moving faster, pressing harder, following precisely the path that Sakura came on. He's so fucking hard, and - yes - right there, right there, right there. Oh fuck.
The world shrinks to pleasure. And Sakura passes out.
Hound is deliberately looking at the clock high on the wall, rather than at his partially-unmasked kohai, still unexpectedly licking him. He feels Sakura relax around him. His rhythm becomes harsh and jerky. He fucks her like a successful mission: euphoria and power and savagery. He's so fucking hard. And, she's so fucking tight.
He cums with a snarl, emptying his balls right against her cervical passage. His vision whites out.
He comes back to himself, inside an unconscious girl-child, with a very embarrassed kohai settling his mask back against his face.
And, now the guilt sets in. He hadn't meant to cum inside her. He'd specifically meant to ensure that this little girl didn't end up full of her rapists' cum. Well, nothing to do about it now.
He had dug out most of Boar's cum from inside her, under the guise of preparing her for him. But, there's no way to remove his own cum without it being obvious what he's doing. And, removing cum from a Kunoichi Class kunoichi is definitely not permitted.
"You good, kohai?" he asks Weasel.
"Yes, taicho. Sorry about... I just, suddenly, wanted to..."
"Don't worry, kohai. You didn't hurt her; you didn't hurt me; no one saw your face; and you got to try something you wanted. That's good... Did you like it?"
Weasel fidgets. "Yes."
"Good." Hound pats Weasel on the head.
Hound covers the girl's naked body with his armoured vest, and then goes to find the Distributor. How long does the girl have to stay strapped in, anyways? Thirty minutes, apparently. He and Weasel sit on the ground, back to the wall to wait.
Actually... Hound indicates for Weasel to stay with the girl, and goes over to the two male and one female ANBU next to her. The two men have clearly been more successful than he has, at the same strategy. Lizard, gingerly packing his rigid, purple cock back into his pants, must have been using some sort of chemical drug to keep himself hard without orgasming. He probably can't walk without waddling. Poor guy.
Hound slaps Lizard on the back. "Brave man."
Lizard shrugs stiffly. "What can you do, right?"
"Our Lizard. Always the first into the fire." says the naked female, her tone somewhere between grateful and mocking.
Fish snorts. "How long were you saving that one, Salamander?"
"Yeah, yeah..." grumbles Lizard, trying to keep the fabric of his combat pants from rubbing his vulnerable flesh. "So, what's up, Hound?"
"I need some of whatever you're taking."
"Ah." shrugs Lizard sympathetically. "The little girl?"
"Yeah. How long has she got left?"
"It's only her fourth week."
Hound sighs. "48 weeks more. This is gonna suck."
"Good of you, though. She was starting to collect favorites."
"And, now, I'm gonna be the fucker raping a little girl."
Fish looks at him. Voice serious, he says: "She didn't cry, with you. That's worth something. Don't forget it, even when it's hard."
Hound smirks halfheartedly, but it's probably not visible outside the mask. "If I look like this guy here," he says shrugging his shoulder in Lizard's direction, "it's probably gonna be pretty hard."
"Yeah, yeah..." grumbles Lizard again. He picks the prescription tag off of a little orange bottle, and passes the tag to Hound. "If you sign up for a seduction mission, you can use the mission scroll to pick up the pills from the pharmacy. If you don't, you'll probably end up in the hospital getting your circulatory and respiratory systems inspected."
"Ah. This is gonna suck."
"Welcome to the club." Fish punches Hound's shoulder.
"Yeah. Thanks." Hound says to the three ANBU, and heads back to his kohai, and his little girl.
Hound and Weasel wait for another fifteen minutes, before the girl wakes up with a strangled gasp. She sits upright, leaning forwards to keep her restrained hands from dislocating her shoulders. Her face and hair are covered in Weasel's cum.
Weasel stands up, body language embarrassed, and starts to clean her face with his handkerchief.
When she's mostly clean, Hound kneels next to the restrained girl.
"You need someone to take care of you here." Hound states the obvious.
"Yes, Hound-san. Thank you for your help today."
"I'm sorry that I couldn't hold through the end."
"No, Hound-san, please... Thank you, really."
"Do you want me to take care of you, from now on? Probably with Weasel, but otherwise with someone else that I trust, if Weasel is busy."
"Oh! Please. Please, Hound-san. I'll be good for you. Please?"
Hound twitches at her begging. "OK. I'll bring you here, next week. Where do I meet you."
"The Academy?" Sakura suggests hesitantly. "When school gets out."
"OK." he breathes deeply. "How old a- no, don't answer that... You have to wait another 10 minutes to be released. Do you want some water? Or something to eat?"
"Some water, please?"
"Kohai."
Weasel pops up and dashes off.
"Thank you for staying with me." Sakura says quietly.
"I won't leave you, tied up, naked and undefended."
"Thank you, Hound-san."
"You're very polite, girl. That's good. But, you don't need the suffixes with me."
"Thank you, Hound."
"What's your name?"
Sakura blushes. "Sakura, sir."
"Sakura-chan. You're mine now, understand? You're mine until you decide that you don't want to be. If anyone tries to touch you, you tell them that you belong to ANBU-Hound. And then, you tell me, and I'll take care of it."
"Thank you, Hound."
"Good girl."
He cups his hand around her sticky chin.
"Sakura-chan. If I do anything that hurts. Or that you just don't like. If Weasel hurts you, or does something you don't like. You tell me right away, ok? I'll stop. And, I'll make sure that he stops."
"Thank you, Hound. Um... what..."
"If you have your mouth full? Kick my chest with your foot."
"Sir... kick you?"
"Your kick won't hurt me, until you've grown up a bit. If you're still mine when you're old enough for that to happen, we'll talk about it again. Now, I'm going to stand between your legs, and you're going to practice."
Hound stands between her legs, trying to avoid looking at the little white puddle bubbling out of her vagina.
"Ok. What do you do, if I hurt you."
"Kick you, sir."
"Do it, girl."
They practice a few times.
"Next point. You stopped responding, and I need a way to grab your attention, so I pinched you. Tell me - yes or no - was this ok?"
"Yes, Hound. It didn't really hurt, and I understand why you did it."
"Good. Next: I didn't realize you were unconscious, and I kept fucking you. That was very, very wrong of me. I'm very sorry; it will never happen again. Do you understand why this was very, very wrong?"
"Because I couldn't tell you if you hurt me?"
"Yes. If you ever think that someone has touched you, hurt you, fucked you when you were asleep or unconscious, you tell me right away. Even if it's me, ok?"
"Yes, Hound."
"I need to think about ways to *make sure* that it doesn't happen again, but I will find one, ok? I mean it, I will never do that to you again."
"Yes, Hound. Thank you."
"Good girl." He cups her face again. "Weasel is here now, with some water for you. Do you want him to pour for you, or me?"
"You, sir."
"Ok." Hound takes the water bottle from Weasel, and says in a lower voice, "Thanks, kohai." Then he turns back to Sakura, and pours some water slowly into her mouth. "Do you want some more?"
"Yes, please."
The Distributor comes by, to release Sakura's hands and feet. She sees the cum bubbling out of Sakura's vagina, and nods approvingly at Hound. She sees the cum streaked through Sakura's hair, and turns scolding eyes on Weasel.
"Weasel-san, please release in the kunoichi's vagina. Your semen doesn't do anyone any good, otherwise."
"He's young, and he got over-excited. It happens." responds Hound, cooly.
"Well. Thank you for *your* help, Hound-san."
Hound nods at her, and then helps Sakura to stand. He and Weasel walk her to the locker room. Weasel stays outside, to discourage other male shinobi from entering. Hound pushes his way into the locker room, behind Sakura. Silence spreads, as the naked kunoichi see Hound. He keeps his eyes on Sakura's pink hair, as she showers and gets re-dressed. Then, he shepherds the girl back out of the locker room.
Sakura, clean and pink and sweet comes out of the locker room to find Weasel waiting. She bows deeply to him. "Thank you, Weasel-san, for your help today."
"You're welcome, kunoichi-san. Thank you for your..."
Sakura is definitely blushing. It's highly likely that Weasel is too.
"Kohai, this is Sakura-chan. She's mine."
"Hello, Sakura-chan. It's nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you, too, Weasel-san. Please take care of me!"
Weasel is remembering how he took care of her and how she took care of him, and blushes heavily behind his mask.
"I'm going to get her something to eat, and then take her home. See you for team-training later?"
"Yes, taicho! Bye, Sakura-chan!"
"Bye, Weasel-san!"
Hound steers Sakura out of the Hall. He buys her a taiyaki, and walks her to the civilian district. As they approach the civilian district, Sakura starts to fidget.
"What is it, Sakura-chan?"
"Well, I think... It's nice that you want to introduce yourself to my parents, but my mother... I think she'll find you scary. I think she'll worry even more."
"Ah. The big, scary ANBU who's ra- hurting her small daughter... Yes, I understand. Will you be safe to find your way home from here?"
"Yes, Hound. And, I'll tell anyone who tries to hurt me, that I belong to you."
"Good girl. Have a good week, then. I'll pick you up from the Academy next Wednesday."
"Thank you, so much, Hound." Sakura throws her arms around Hound, and kisses the cheek of his porcelain mask.
Hound runs his hand over her cheek. "Thank you, girl. Train hard, and study hard, ok?"
He watches as she runs off, then heads off to arrange for some medication.
The next twelve Wednesdays, Hound picks Sakura up from the academy, waits for her to eat her onigiri, walks her to the Hall, collects whatever kohai he's brought to take the second-place-in-line, keeps watch while she strips and is locked into her bench, takes that god-awful blue pill, fucks her through multiple orgasms even as he's so hard it hurts, keeps watch while she waits on her bench and showers and dresses, buys her something sweet to eat, and then waddl- walks her back to the civilian district.
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And, then, Weasel snaps and murders every Uchiha except for his younger brother. Missions go crazy. Hound leaves a message at the academy that he won't be able to take her on Wednesday, but that his kohai Cat will take care of her in his place. He leaves on his mission.
When he comes back, Cat asks him if the girl had changed her mind. It turns out, that there weren't any pink-haired girls at the Academy, when Cat went to pick up Sakura. Hound goes to reconnoiter the Academy - and it's true - there are no pink-haired girls anywhere to be found. He hunts through the civilian district: no pink-haired girls. At the hospital, in the morgue, in the Kunoichi Class Hall, at the taiyaki stand: no pink-haired girls.
There is a 'Sakura' listed within the academy student register, though she's labeled as "temporarily withdrawn." Her file has an address listed. Hound goes to the address. A pitch-black-haired woman opens the door. Upon his inquiry, the woman says that there isn't a Sakura at that address, sorry. Hound knows enough about genetics to know that pitch-black-haired parents don't end up with pink-haired biological-children.
He starts having dark thoughts, and goes to ask Morino Ibiki and Yamanaka Inoichi about known foreign child operatives. He reports his interactions with the suspected agent to the ANBU commander, who - while finding it darkly funny that one of his best child operatives was himself caught by a child operative - is deeply unsympathetic and sends Hound off on back-to-back bloody assassinations where he 'won't be tempted to think with the wrong head.'
Obito's eye, always a chakra hog, starts crashing Hound into chakra exhaustion. The hospital diagnoses the start of a chakra channel collapse, and Hound is forcibly retired from ANBU.
Now, he's just Hatake Kakashi. Kakashi, whose entire pack consists of himself, one rival, one kohai, and an entire Stone's worth of regrets.
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Kakashi is sitting on the roof of the Academy, waiting for his newly assigned genin. He's not going to pass them. He's already tried the 'responsibility' thing with Sakura-chan, and look how that turned out. He shouldn't be bitter, but he is. He shouldn't miss her, but he does.
And, he turns around and sees three ghosts. Between Itachi's little brother, and Minato-sensei's son sits Sakura-chan. She's a bit taller than he remembers - obviously, since about a year and a half have passed. She's grown small breasts, and hips. And, Kakashi can't really tell, due to the baggy clothes she's wearing, but from the way she moves, he thinks she's lost a lot of muscle mass. She looks tired; sad; determined.
Somehow Kakashi gets through team introductions.
Sakura, who his amygdala snarls is *his*, introduces herself with: "I'm Sakura. I like anmitsu and Rai-kun..." and Kakashi doesn't hear anything else. Kakashi should be happy for her - she's gone and gotten herself an age-appropriate boyfriend. Instead, he's furious.
*His* girl, *his* Sakura, vanished somewhere for a year and a half, with no word. Kakashi checked the morgue for her. Kakashi checked T&I for her. Kakashi reported himself to the ANBU Commander for her. And now she's here, in front of him, claiming to belong to someone else?
Somehow Kakashi finishes the team introductions. And, he manages to keep his voice level when he asks Sakura to stay behind, after dismissing the team.
"Sensei?" she asks.
"You were temporarily withdrawn from school. Why?"
Her voice is small, and nervous when she answers. "Family reasons, sir."
He grabs her shoulder. His voice is hard. "Why?"
"Sir, you're hurting me."
He shakes her slightly. "Answer the question, girl. Why?"
"Sir, I belong to ANBU Hound. Please let me go." Her voice shakes; she's scared.
Maybe, his amygdala snarls, she should be scared. Using his name, when she has her Rai-kun.
"Oh, do you?"
"Yes, Sir. Please..."
"ANBU Hound was retired last year."
"Was retired?" she seems astonished. "Is he ok? He's not hurt, is he?"
"He's not injured."
"Do you know him? Could you pass on a message from me?"
Kakashi laughs, but it's a mean laugh.
"Answer the question, girl. Where were you, last year?"
The air smells like... "Ozone." she says out-loud. She looks up at his single black eye. Her knees give out, and she falls to her knees. "Hound?"
"Kakashi, girl."
"You... you didn't come... Am I..."
"I didn't come *where*, girl?"
"They didn't tell you? I thought, you just didn't want me anymore, after..."
"Sakura-chan. Answer the question. Where were you? Where did you think I would come?"
"Rai-kun," she says in a small voice, "my son."
Kakashi lets go of her shoulder and steps back. "You're too young."
"Obviously not."
"I looked for you, when you disappeared. I met your mother."
"...It was a scandal. And, they're merchants; their livelihood depends on..."
"Where are you living now?"
"The apartment block by the west gate."
"That's almost the red light district."
"...Where else could I go?"
"Sakura-chan. Before. You called yourself mine. Is that still true, or were you just scared?"
"If you still want me... Please, sir."
"You're mine until you tell me otherwise... It wasn't your fault that I lost you. Just, please, Sakura-chan, promise me that you'll tell me, if you decide you don't want to be mine anymore. "
"I promise, sir. If I ever decide not to be yours, I will tell you."
"Would you and your son like to live with me?"
"I think so. But, do you want to meet Rai-kun first, before offering?"
"I do want to meet Rai-kun. But, he's yours, so I would offer even before having met him."
"It's just... I didn't know that you had gray hair."
"Rai-kun has gray hair?"
"Pinkish-gray. I don't know if... The dentist says that he'll probably have sharp canines."
Kakashi lowerers his fabric mask from his face for a moment, and flashes his canines down at her, before tugging the mask back up again.
"And you named him for me, even before you knew that he was mine."
"Will you... *Is* he yours?"
"It sounds like he is. If he is, he's Hatake Rai. When you're older, if you want, you can have my name too."
Sakura stares at him, shocked. "As your wife?"
"We'll wait until you're older. Until everything's less... confused... But, you should have the time to decide, and you should know what choices exist to chose from. And, if you're still mine when you're older, when you're old enough to know what you want, then, yes, I think you should carry my name, too."
"Hatake Rai. Hatake Sakura..." she tries out the sounds. "Thank you, Kakashi." She leans forwards and presses her forehead against his thigh.
Kakashi brushes his hand over her hair, and holds her head against him. "I'm glad you're alive, girl. Sakura. I'm glad that you're not Kumo, or Iwa, or Kiri, and that I won't be sent out after you. I'm so glad, to have you here again, leaning against me."
"I'm glad to be with you again, too, sir."
Sakura rubs her head against his thigh, and then tilts her head back into his hand so that she can look up at his face. "Would you like my mouth, sir?"
His amygdala hisses "yes", but he stomps on it. "No, Sakura-chan. When you're older, ask me again."
"...I have to go back to Kunoichi Class again, soon. My recovery year is almost over. If you help me, you'll be inside more than just my mouth. And, if you don't help me, then I'd rather have had you in my mouth before..."
"You're mine, I'm coming with you... I didn't realize you weren't done, after you had Rai-kun."
"I owe 52 weeks, and I've served 16. That's 36 weeks left."
Kakashi's amygdala starts calculating exactly how many pups he could fuck into her with that time. Kakashi pretends not to hear it.
"I'll arrange more medication, and find someone to come with us."
"Thank you, sir... Would you like my mouth?"
He looks down at Sakura, on her knees, face tilted up to watch him, pink lips at the height of his cock. His hand threads through her hair. If another man said yes, he would kill them.
His amygdala whispers, 'she offered,' and - seemingly without his conscious agreement - his mouth answers "Yes."
She moves to loosen his pants. And, Kakashi tries to fix his mistake. "Wait. At home. Where is Rai-kun?"
"At the daycare. Until 17:00."
"You're mine, even if you don't. Your son has a father and a Clan. You won't have anyone but me, between your legs during Kunoichi Class. We can move your things to my apartment, and pick up Rai-kun, and forget what I said."
"But, you did say yes."
"I did," Kakashi says, hating himself more than usual.
"Then, at home. Should we pick up my things, then?"
They do pack up Sakura's little studio, and move her and Rai's possessions to Kakashi's bachelor apartment. There's a Hatake Clan home, Kakashi explains, but it's not ready. He needs to get it ready for them. They put Sakura and Rai's things into Kakashi's bedroom, and move the most urgent of Kakashi's things into a little pile next to the couch.
And, then, suddenly, they're standing in the living room, and Sakura goes down to her knees.
Kakashi's mouth is dry. "You want this, girl? If you don't... anything that you would get from blowing me, you can have without."
"I don't want you to be the only one that I haven't blown."
"I'm not sure that's a good reason," says Kakashi, starting to step back.
But, Sakura's hands grab his hips. "Please. You want this, and I want to give you this."
Kakashi looks down at her. "Only as much as you want to give me, then. Don't force yourself. Stop before it hurts."
"Yes, sir." Sakura smiles at him. Somehow, that smile hurts Kakashi terribly.
"Can I watch you?"
"Sir?"
"You've seen my other eye. The Sharingan. Everything that I see with it, I remember. Can I watch you with it?"
Sakura smiles again. "Yes. You can always watch me." She only sees the compliment, not the fact that Kakashi has recorded every one of his worst failures since Rin slid the eye into his socket.
Kakashi slides his forehead protector up onto his forehead. Obito's eye records her smile, and the way she nuzzles his hip before she loosens his pants.
It's terribly obvious that she learned to perform fellatio in the Kunoichi Class, as a way to reduce her own pain during the following vaginal intercourse. She doesn't undress him, or even slide his pants down past his thighs. She doesn't use her hands to stroke his thighs, or his belly, or his balls; she's used to her hands being restrained. The first thing she does, is to get him wet, so wet that he'd be able to slide into her unaroused-but-semen-lubricated vagina without tearing her. And, the second thing she does, is to tip her head back so that her mouth aligns with her esophagus, because enough men have shoved themselves down her throat that she thinks it's what he wants too.
His amygdala purrs, 'we *do* want that.'
Kakashi catches her head in his hands. "No. Only your mouth today, ok? Not your throat... Don't force yourself down on my cock, ok?"
"It's still good, even if it's just my mouth?"
"I want your mouth. I want your tongue, and your lips. Weasel complimented your tongue, remember. Give me what you gave him."
"I remember," she says, and she does. She mostly remembers Weasel asking *Hound* - and not Sakura herself - if he could come in her mouth. But, she also remembers trying hard to please Hound's kohai, for Hound's sake, because Hound inexplicably decided to protect her from Boar and the others in the line.
She'll try even harder, now, for Hound himself.
She wets her lips, and purses them into a small, wet, fleshy opening, and presses the slippery head of Kakashi's cock through that little gap. She pulls off, and does it again. And again. And again. Until she can feel the pulse rushing through his hard cock.
She looks up, and meets his mismatched eyes. She forces his cock through the little gap in her wet lips again - keeping eye contact - and then presses her tongue up against his shaft as she slides it into her mouth until he hits the bend of her throat. Still keeping her eyes on his, she tilts her head back, teasing the head of his cock with the changing shape of her mouth. When her head is tilted back, the path down her throat is straight and open. If he wanted, he could push himself in easily. His cock jerks at the welcome. She sees the calculating look on his upper face, as he considers whether she'll obey him. She will, of course. He's said that he doesn't want her thoat today, so she lifts her head back up, and goes back to work.
She repeats the simulated vaginal penetration multiple times, and then moves on: slowly spiraling her tongue around his cock, flicking her tongue over his head, sucking on his tip, just generally sucking while sliding her tongue along his shaft, using her voice to provide vibration, and licking her tongue out from between her lips to lap against his balls.
His hands are gripped tightly behind his back, both to pull them out of his field of his recording vision, and to prevent himself from fucking her face.
She can feel his eyes on her. His attention: it's making her warm. She wants him to *want* her. She wants to be good for him. She wants to make him lose control, to please him so much that he can't help but lose control. She wants to please him so much that he'll never even consider withdrawing his claim on her.
She pulls slowly off his cock, and licks at the tip between words. "Please, Hound. I want to be good for you. Please help me be good for you?"
And, Kakashi slowly and gently moves his hands into her hair. His speed is for her, she knows, so that she could bat at his hands or say stop if she didn't mean what he's interpreted. And, with his hands and gentle motions, he slowly returns her to her original pattern of pressing his cock through her pursed lips and sliding his cock down the curved track of her tongue.
He's watching her: her gentle eyes, her calm face, how she just blindly follows the guidance of his hands, how she doesn't seem even a little afraid of the uncountable number of people he's killed by snapping necks and crushing hyoid bones. And, it's just as he's explicitly thought about how much she must trust him, that he realizes he's going to come.
"I'm close," he tells her, and she makes the tiniest nod but otherwise continues to allow him to move her head exactly as he pleases. He comes into her mouth, not as a violent eruption, but as a long, voluminous gush. She swallows. Then, she licks his cock clean, still enclosed in her mouth, before she releases him. She rests her head against his thigh.
What's the point of pretending, after that, thinks Kakashi. He goes down to his knees in front of his little girl, tugs down his mask, and kisses her mouth. He has to run his tongue over the crease of her lips a few times, before she realizes that he wants her to open her mouth. She's had cocks in all of her orifices but she's never before been kissed, Kakashi thinks - at once sad and triumphant. So, he kisses her, cupping her face gently, supporting her back as she leans into him. He keeps his eyes open, and records the way her eyelashes flutter closed.
His amygdala seems to like that she tastes of his semen - as though it's a proof of his ownership, of her voluntary submission. Most of the time, Kakashi resents his amygdala, but here he's glad that he can enjoy the sweetness of her trust a little longer.
When he releases her mouth, she smiles quietly, and tucks her face into his chest. He tips her head back, so that he can see her face.
"Thank you," he tells her, gently running his thumb over her lips. "You were so good for me. You were so sweet for me."
And, the little girl blushes, like this isn't the most disgusting thing he's said in his entire life.
They go together, to pick up their son from the daycare. Rai is too young, and has too much baby fat, for any real resemblance to be seen in his facial features, but his coloring is clearly inherited from Kakashi. Where Sakura's hair color is a saturated pink, Rai's hair color is one drop of red into a cup of light gray paint. The color of storm-clouds at sunset. And, Rai's jaws have the overbite and small incisors that would be expected if Hatake canines are the next teeth to grow in. He walks easily - not needing anyone's hand - and has hand-eye coordination that is markedly better than any of the other toddlers of his size. Kakashi will probably get a discrete paternity test done just to be certain, but he's already sure that Rai is his.
Sakura also asks the daycare whether she can bring Rai very early tomorrow, since she has her genin test and her sensei wants the team to meet at dawn. The kunoichi caretaker - who clearly understands that Rai came into being at the Kunoichi Class and sympathizes - agrees, despite or maybe because she is not aware that the sensei in question is also Rai's father. It's settled.
They bring Rai home to Kakashi's apartment. As soon as the door is closed, Sakura is opening her shirt, and offering Rai her breasts. She does have breasts now, Kakashi sees. Small breasts: Kakashi estimates that he could cover one with the palm of one hand without needing to use his fingers. But, they're round with deep-pink aerolas, and they clearly provide milk for his son. The little boy sucks happily. There's some deep part of Kakashi that rumbles with approval at the fact that Sakura feeds their son *first*; at the implied statement of her priorities.
They can tell that he's had enough milk, when he starts to chatter.
"Kaa-chan, Mimi-san read duck story, with fox ninja, and sneak jutsu, and fox ate duck!"
"Very good, Rai-kun! Did you like the story?"
"Maybe. Duck was dumb. Fox ninja better boom."
"Never complain about a dumb opponent, darling."
"Dumb Opp-on-et was good, but dumb story was bad."
"Yes, you're right. Should we make a better story tonight?"
"Yes, Kaa-chan, yes. good story better. Mimi-san like good story."
"I hope so, darling! But, I need to introduce you to someone, first, ok?"
"Ok Kaa-chan! Tro-do-ss who this?"
"Exactly. Kakashi, this is your son Rai. Rai-kun, this is your O-tou-sama, Hatake-sama. Rai-kun, can you say 'please take care of me, O-tou-sama'?" She holds Rai, and makes a deep bow. It's an unusual sight, since Sakura's shirt is still loose above her breasts. And, the combination of informality and formality - Sakura trying to meet Kakashi's request that she not use suffixes with him, while still introducing her son to the head of his Clan - sounds extremely strange.
Rai repeats nicely, "Please take care of me, O-tou-sama!" with a happy little smile. Kakashi finds himself charmed.
"Can I take him?" he asks Sakura.
"Of course," says the mother of his child.
And, Kakashi picks up Rai, and tucks the toddler into his chest. "Now, did the fox catch the duck in a lake or in the forest?"
"Forest, with big trees."
"Is that like Konoha, do you think?"
"Yes, fox hide in leafs!"
And so the little family spends the evening talking about ninja foxes who track, hunt, and kill little ducks. It's a very ninja story.
Kakashi comes to tuck Sakura and his sleeping son into bed. He kisses Rai on the forehead, and Sakura on the mouth.
"Stay," she says quietly.
Kakashi shouldn't hesitate, but he does.
"After everything, this is where you say no?" When the mother of his son, who fellated him a few hours ago, puts it like this, it sounds a bit ridiculous. Kakashi slips into bed behind Sakura, and curls his large body around her small one.
------
Kakashi passes his genin team.
His pack has grown substantially, to now contain 7 members: Kakashi, one mate, one son, one rival, one kohai, one Naruto, and one Sasuke.
No matter how young he was when his father died, Kakashi remembers being told: Hatake's only get *one* mate, *one* romantic partner. Sex - the physical activity - he can do with anyone; romantic partnership will be once-in-a-lifetime for him. In hindsight, Kakashi's pretty sure - though he has no plans whatsover to tell anyone - that when he somewhat impulsively called Sakura "mine," he committed himself irreversibly.
He doesn't regret it; Sakura is *his*. But, now, he has to live with it.
During her maternity leave, Sakura studied a lot of theory, but her physical fitness is deplorable. Kakashi has started taking her for a short run in the morning, Rai in a baby-sling on his stomach, before Rai goes to daycare, Kakashi goes to the Memorial Stone, and Sakura goes to practice with her teammates.
It's on one such run, that the little family runs into Team 10.
"Look at that, it's Forehead-Girl huffing and puffing." Ino sneers. "I bet you wish you hadn't ditched school to pick flowers and choose kimono. What a shame that I wasted so much time on you, when you ran away as soon as you got invited to Kunoichi Class. At least, Sasuke-kun got a reprieve from your ugly face."
Asuma looks increasingly uncomfortable as Ino's speech goes on, but he doesn't stop her. Sakura - who is in fact breathing harshly - colors and looks at the ground. The air smells like ozone.
"Asuma," says Kakashi, "if your student keeps talking about things she doesn't understand, I'm going to assume that you agree with what she's saying."
So, Asuma says gently, "Ino, I think you'll end up regretting what you're saying, if you don't stop."
"Why should I? Look at her! She used to be - at least - clever, now she's just a fat little pig!"
Kakashi passes Rai off to a shaking Sakura.
"Lucky for your sensei, that he has a free baby-sitter. Is that why he let you stay on his team? Guess that's all you're good for since you're not much of a shinobi."
"Girl, if a Jounin tells you to hold your tongue, you do it." And Kakashi moves faster than even Asuma himself can see. There's the crack of broken bone, and Kakashi's forcing a crumpled Asuma to his knees. Kakashi says to him, not quite quiet enough that the genin can't hear. "Sakura is mine. I'll defend her until she can do it herself, understand? Tell your genin to shut up, before the medic needs more than 15 minutes to patch you up."
Asuma appears to be stunned. Ino, Choji and Shikamaru are staring at the two sensei.
"I'll... I'll tell my father!" screeches Ino.
"You do that, girl. Tell Yamanaka-sama exactly what you said, and that Hatake Kakashi wants to hear his response... In the meantime, we're going to bring your sensei to the hospital. You can collect him later today." Kakashi lifts Asuma over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. "Sakura, with me."
Later that evening, Kakashi is delivered a note that reads: "I've explained things to my daughter. She won't question your girl's willingness to do her duty for Konoha again. - YI"
Kakashi reads the note, passes it to Sakura, and lets the girl cry into his lap.
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There's a conversation that preceeds the note. It takes place in Yamanaka-sama's study.
"... and then, he picked up Asuma-Sensei, and just... walked away!"
Inoichi rubs his hand through his hair. "There are a number of things that your mother and I wanted to wait to tell you about, until you're older. But, it looks like we're going to have to tell you now, because your mouth is going to get you in trouble...
"There are two points here: the first is about Kunoichi Class. The second, is about Hatake Kakashi. Don't interrupt me, ok, Ino-chan?"
"The first point, is about Kunoichi Class. You've read, in your textbooks, that Kunoichi Class teaches the essential skills necessary for a Konoha Kunoichi to have and use, in support of the Village. From a certain perspective, particularly one that was common during the Warring Clans period, that's the truth. For various reasons, kunoichi don't tend to choose - on their own - to have children, and without those children, Konoha as a village won't survive.
"So, the Village Founders set in place a policy, where kunoichi *would* have children. And, specifically, that kunoichi would have children at a point of their life where the pregnancy doesn't remove too much of Konoha's fighting force from the ranks. That's the Kunoichi Class; no flower arranging, or sewing, or baking, or whatever else it is that you think happens. It's sex: having sex with multiple Jounin while restrained, in order to bear children for the strongest shinobi of the Village. That's all. It's known, documented, uncontroversial; you can look it up, if you want to.
"The difficult part, is that during the Warring Clans period, it was *normal* for girls to get married and have children as soon as they had their first period. So, the Village *officially* requires kunoichi to go to Kunoichi Class as soon as they have their first period. But, Ino-chan, myself and most Clan Ninja nowdays, we recognize that this is far, far too young. Ino-chan, you haven't had your period yet, but - if you did have it now - you wouldn't be ready. So, most Clan Ninja, we make sure that when our daughters have their periods - you included - no-one else finds out about it. So, that you'll go to Kunoichi Class when you're ready, and not before.
"And, if Sakura didn't have Hatake defending her, we might have said that the reason that Sakura actually *went* to Kunoichi Class two years ago, was because she didn't have anyone who cared enough about her to pad her underwear the way that your mother and I pad yours. But, she *has* Hatake, so no one will say that. Instead, what people - you, I, the Hokage - will say, is that she went, at the *officially-required* age, because she's extremely loyal to the village. And, that's because of who *Hatake Kakashi* is, to the village.
"... What you said, about Sakura not being worth anything, because she's gone to Kunoichi Class, because she's done - what none of us argue is - her duty... You said all of that, about a girl that Hatake Kakashi claimed was 'his.' And you said all of this, in front of your sensei, Sarutobi Asuma, the Honorable Son...
"No, no. The fact that Asuma is your sensei *is* relevant here. Because, Asuma may be a strong and admirable shinobi, but he's also known for being particularly rebellious. For having - let's say - questionable loyalty to Konoha. There was a long period, I'm not sure how many years, where he chose - on his own, mind you, without authorization - to leave Konoha and served the Daimyo directly, as one of the 12 Guardian Ninja. The only reason that he was given another forehead protector when he decided to come back, was because of his father. No one will ever call him disloyal to his face, because he is - in fact - the Honorable Son. Your father loves you very much, Ino-chan, but he's not Hokage. If *you* get a reputation for disloyalty, you are going to have problems that I can't rescue you from.
"Now, in comparison to Sarutobi Asuma, Hatake Kakashi is unquestionably loyal. You see Hatake in the street, and you think - what a disreputable pervert - but, in fact, he's only that disreputable because his reputation allows it. He doesn't have much of a mission record, since it's pretty much an open secret that he was ANBU for a very long time, but what record he does have is spotless. Never failed a mission. He may have lost his genin teammates early, one to ambush and one to suicide, but he never afterwards lost another teammate. That record is... astounding. Genin at 5, Jounin at 11, ANBU - presumably - shortly thereafter. Hatake is the example that the Village Elders hold up, every time someone talks about what Konoha nin can and can't accomplish.
"You know who was the last Konoha nin with an international flee-on-sight designation? Yes, that's right. The Yondaime. Namikaze Minato. The Yellow Flash. And, he had the flee-on-sight label, because with the Hiraishin, by the time that an enemy nin could see Namikaze, Namikaze could already have killed him... Hatake Kakashi is Yondaime-sama's last surviving student. You know, Ino-chan, with my position, I hear a lot of rumors... And, there are rumors - unconfirmed, but still credible - that Hatake is physically able to use the Hiraishin. The's he used it at least once, on the mission where his former teammate suicided, and that the only reason he doesn't use it now, is because he's sentimental. It's not crazy to predict, that if war breaks out again, Hatake will *openly* use the Hiraishin, and be immediately given an international flee-on-sight designation. And we - Konoha - we use that threat, that prediction, to keep wars from breaking out in the first place.
"There are rumors, again only rumors, but rumors that I happen to consider credible, that when the ANBU went to clean up after Uchiha Itachi, Itachi called Hatake - and *only* Hatake - 'sempai.' The way that the ANBU talk about Hatake... He has the Sharingan, you know? It is not coincidence that he was given your Sasuke-kun - the last loyal Uchiha, Itachi's little brother - as a student. Hatake is unquestionably S-class. And, again, unquestionably loyal to Konoha.
"If you were to stand up in the Jounin lounge, and say that the only reason that Sandaime-sama hasn't stepped down, is because he's waiting for Hatake to gain an unclassified record to match his classified one... the Jounin would probably nod."
"So, Hatake Kakashi found Sakura-chan at the Kunoichi Class. And, I don't know why, but he decided he wanted her. He just, upped and said, 'this one's mine, no one else can have her.' And no-one who knows who Hatake is, is going to tell him that he *can't* have her, for whatever he wants from her. Not the Hokage, not me, not even Sakura-chan's parents, if they hadn't disowned her. Not even if Sakura-chan came crying. The baby you saw... she's given him a son, an heir.
"Sakura-chan is the same age as you are. She's given the most valued shinobi of this village an heir. An heir that the village - never mind, Hatake himself - desperately wanted. And you are never again going to let Hatake hear *you* - the student of the potentially disloyal Honorable Son, a girl whose parents have padded your underwear since the moment you could walk to make sure that what happened to Sakura doesn't happen to you... You are never again going to let Hatake hear you say that Sakura-chan is worthless - or disloyal, or a poor shinobi, or anything else negative - because she has done her duty."
------
On Tuesday, Sakura is summoned to re-join Kunoichi Class. Kakashi gives his two male students a free afternoon, and escorts Sakura to the Class. ANBU Cat meets them there. Everything seems like it will go according to the expected routine. But, as Sakura is sent to her new assigned place, the new Distributor reads a note from her file.
"Ah, Jounin-san!" the Distributor warns as he straps Sakura down, "You are on record as having abused medications in a way that interferes with the Kunoichi Class goals. I have to give you notice: if your preferred kunoichi does not have semen in her vagina at the end of today's Class, you will be barred from helping her with her task in the future."
Cat seems particularly startled. "What was that?" he asks when the Distributor has moved on.
"A year-and-a-half ago, you remember, I thought I'd been honey-trapped, and I reported myself. I guess they actually wrote down what I said."
"What do we do?" asks Cat, but Kakashi has already turned to Sakura.
Kakashi massages her hanging legs, and asks: "Sakura. Did you hear what he said?"
"Yes, sir."
"I'm going to tell you two options, and I need you to think about them. Option 1, I take the medication; it's definitely only me inside you today; and I don't come inside you today; but you might have someone else helping you until I sort this out. It would be Cat or someone else I trust. Option 2, I give Cat the medication; I do my best not to come until the end of Class; you'll only have my semen inside you; you definitely won't have anyone more than myself and Cat between your legs; I can't guarantee what the third-in-line will do with your mouth if he takes the second-place, but I will motivate him to be gentle; and we will have more time to figure out what to do next week. Do you understand the options?"
"Yes, sir."
"There are 15 minutes until the start of Class. Think and ask questions. In 10 minutes, I will ask you which Option you prefer. Cat and I will follow your preference. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
Sakura is quiet for a while, Kakashi continues to rub her thighs.
"Sir?" she asks, "Will you acknowledge all of your children? All of your children with me?"
"Yes. Any child of your body and my semen is Hatake. The Clan name and rights are unquestionably theirs."
"You know that... the Haruno... adopted me and... disowned me."
"I would only disown our children for treason or another Capital Crime. They're mine, like you're mine; I'll keep them safe."
"And... if I am ever no-longer yours, will you still help me to care for them?"
"They'll still be Hatake. But, yes. If you wish them to live with you, I would support you. If you wish them to live with me, I would raise them as my O-tou-sama raised me before he died."
"You're my genin-Sensei. We're on the same team. It's not unlikely that we'll die together, if either of us die. Who will take care of our children?"
"First, I won't let any more of my comrades die. I mean it, I will protect you and your teammates with my life, just as I'll protect our children with my life. Don't dwell on this, it doesn't serve anyone." Kakashi sighs. "But, if they're orphaned before they're genin, they'd go to the orphanage. Once they're at least genin, they'd live on their own, with a stipend from the Clan Accounts. They're Hatake - no one will adopt them. But, I have certain comrades, Cat included, who I hope would look in on them, the way my O-tou-sama had certain comrades who looked in on me."
"Could you... put your hand on my face?" Sakura asks.
Kakashi moves to stand behind Sakura, letting her rest her head and neck against his lower abdomen. He brushes her soft cheeks with his rough hands.
"I was so scared when I had Rai. Scared and alone. I don't want to be scared and alone anymore."
"You won't be. I'm here and you're mine. I won't lose you like that again."
Sakura rests her cheek against Kakashi's hand.
"Please give the medication to Cat-san."
"Option 2, then."
"Yes, sir." There's a long pause, then she starts again. "If Cat-san... With Cat-san, will it hurt, or will it be like with you?"
"Gods. You're so young." Kakashi murmurs. "Did it hurt, with everyone before me?"
"Yes, sir." she says quietly.
"I don't know if I'll be allowed to stay, once I've spilled. If I can, I'll keep you aroused, so that your body takes his cock easier. If I have to leave, I'll ask him to do it. He'll try, I'm sure. I don't think he's had as much... practice... as I have, so I can't promise. I can only say that he won't *want* to hurt you. He won't *try* to hurt you. He's not Boar. And, if you tell me afterwards that you kicked at him, and he didn't stop... I'm stronger than him. I can back-up any threat that I make, and he knows it."
"Thank you, sir."
"I promise you this: I'll try my best, to last until the end of Class. If I manage, you won't need to worry about Cat. But, even if. You're a year-and-a-half older than you were when you last had anyone between your legs. Your body is bigger, more ready for this... A woman's body is *made* to take cock. The older you get, the less it should hurt."
"I hope... I hope that I was made for *your* cock."
"Fuck, girl. Don't talk like that. Save it for when I'm ready to cum."
"Yes, sir." she says, her tone no longer scared.
He moves his fingers over her cheek. "I'm going to Cat, now, to make sure that he knows what you agreed to. I won't be gone long, and I won't be far enough away that I can't get back to you to protect you if you need it. While I'm gone... think about being on your knees for me, being so good, so sweet for me, letting me watch you..."
"Yes, sir," Sakura says, deeper breaths pushing at her small breasts.
He steps back. Sakura's head falls backwards until it hangs off the bench. He watches her parted legs, her smooth, white skin, the rise-and-fall of her breasts, the way her eyes track his observations from her hanging face. He offers his index finger to her mouth; she takes his finger in and swirls her tongue around the length. He pulls the wet finger out from between her lips and rubs her exposed nipples until they're hard and shiny.
"So sweet for me, girl." And, he leaves to bring Cat back from the place he retreated to when Sakura started asking questions.
"Here, kohai," Kakashi tells Cat, as he passes him the little blue pill. "Don't take it until you push into her. Being hard for so long, without being able to cum... the color's appropriate. Only take it, if you need to. But, if it comes to it, you take that damn pill, because if another man gets his cock into her cunt, I will hurt you. Keep her wet: if her mouth's free, use her saliva; otherwise, use my semen. Rub her clit and her nipples. If she kicks at you, stop moving, make her cum, and then you can start again. You're bigger than me, so make sure she cums before you push in. With her mouth, it's easy enough to only take what she offers. Between her legs, with her restrained... don't forget: anything we take, we've stolen. And - I probably don't need to say it, but - if you go anywhere near her ass, I will hamstring you. Got it?"
"I understand, sempai. If it comes to it, I'll take care of your girl."
"Thanks, kohai. Really, thank you."
"Anything, sempai." And, Kakashi claps Cat's shoulder through that familiar armour that Kakashi no longer wears.
The two men go back to the naked girl. She's clearly been following Kakashi's instructions: her nipples are still hard, and her labia are slightly swollen.
They're back just in time, too, because the Distributor is starting to direct Jounin towards Sakura's place. Kakashi recognizes the Jounin behind Cat. He's one of the ones who laughed, when Boar joked about how tight little girls are.
Kakashi says, ostensibly towards Cat but loud enough for the third-in-line to hear it, "The girl's mine. You hurt her, you hurt me; and I return pain three-fold."
The third-in-line shivers and says, "Friend-killer."
And, Kakashi smiles the mean smile that's easily visible in his eye. "Exactly."
Cat makes a little shrug. Kakashi knows him well enough, to recognize that this is Cat rolling his eyes at the dramatism.
When the bell rings to start the Class, Kakashi moves from the line to between Sakura's legs. Cat shuffles forwards, lifting Sakura's head to rest on his armoured abdomen. Kakashi is glad not to be in Hound's ANBU armour, because he doesn't have a porcelain mask.
He kneels between Sakura's legs, and hides his lower face in her labia. He licks her, and sucks her, and drives his tongue into her. When she's wet, he pushes one finger into her tight opening, and focuses his tongue on her clit. She gradually loosens; he adds a second finger. Soon she's shaking, and her spine has a definite concavity.
Kakashi looks up, mouth still working her delicate flesh, and his black eye catching her mouthing "Hound. Hound. Hound." He momentarily wishes that he had Obito's eye open.
He pinches her ribs. "Kakashi, girl." He sees some of the glaze recede from her eyes.
"Kashi," she calls out-loud, and then keeps mouthing his name as Kakashi keeps working her clit and g-spot. It's not long until she's back to losing concentration, but at least this time she's calling the right name.
She cums, pushing her pussy up against his mouth and hand. Kakashi's amygdala loves that she comes with his name on her lips, but hates that she's not stuffed with his cock and dripping with his seed.
He pulls his mask up over his wet face, and lets the waist of his tactical pants drop to his thighs. He pushes himself into her.
Gods, she's tight. Two fingers of stretch is just enough that he can get himself into her without hurting her. His cock isn't particularly wide, but it's wider than two of his fingers. Oh fuck. He wanted to kill Boar for having said it out loud, but - yes - she's so small. She's so tight. He'd almost forgotten how good it feels to be inside her. He has *never* had better, and after 10 years in ANBU, he's had a lot of kunoichi.
His amygdala reminds him, that he's going to cum in her today. He's going to cum in her, and she *asked* him to do it. She talked about his pup, about having more of his pups. Last time, it only took one shot of his cum, to put a pup into her. He's going to do it today; he's going to put another pup into her tiny little stomach, and she's going to swell ripe and round and *his*. *His* fucking girl, filled with *his* fucking cum, and *his* fucking pups.
She's so tight. She probably hasn't had anything between her legs, since his pup was pulled out of her. Actually, seeing the scar on her abdomen, even his pup hasn't been where he is today. It's been a year-and-a-half since anything has been inside this passage. Since he's been inside this passage. And, today, there's no medication dulling the sensation.
She's young enough, she's tight enough, for his amygdala to forget that there was ever another man in her. He can re-write history: it's *his* cock breaking open her hymen. It's only ever been *his* cock, fucking up inside her. It's only ever been *his* name she mouths, and *his* cock she comes on. It's only ever been *his* spend, dripping down her legs. It's certainly only ever been *his* pup growing in her womb.
His amygdala reminds him of what she said: she was fucking *made* to take his cock. She's so good, with her soft, plush, velvet interior. She's so tight, the way her walls grip him and ripple around him. When she's freshly cum, he can fit all but the very last bit of his long cock into her. She's so sweet, the way she mouths his name, when his cock has fucked all thought out of her brain. So obedient. So polite. Such a good bitch, that she made him promise to protect his pups before she let him put another into her. Oh fuck, he's gonna put another pup into his sweet little bitch today.
His conscious mind somehow emerges above his amygdala to scream: Not Yet! He can't cum yet. If he cums, another male will take her. Will fuck into her. Will use his fingers and cock to pull Kakashi's cum out of her, and replace it with his own. (The way that he did, when he first took her. The way that he did, and afterwards, pretended that he'd done her a kindness so that he could keep having her.) He's going to kill anyone that tries to usurp him, that tries to put *their* pup into *his* bitch.
He thrusts hard into her shaking body.
'You don't need to kill anyone,' his conscious mind negotiates. 'You just have to slow down a bit.'
His amygdala sneers.
'Wouldn't you rather have her, so tight on our cock, for the next hour-and-a-half? Rather that, than to cum now, and know that another man has taken our place?'
His amygdala haltingly agrees, and Kakashi stomps it down to the bottom of his mind.
He concentrates on the ceiling tiles, and on the pattern he's rubbing into her clit, as she cums around him.
He relies on the interrogation resistance tactics to make it to the end of class. He repeats a mantra: his name, rank and serial number. He repeats to himself little childhood poems about murderous teapots and surveilling stars. He counts ceiling tiles, and cracks in the wall, and the number of windows, and the number of kunoichi getting ra- fucked. He stomps down his amygdala, and tries to remove himself from his flesh, as he fucks Sakura through two more orgasms.
He makes it to the end of class, mask and uniform soaked through with sweat. He and his amygdala agree: he needs to give Sakura one last orgasm, before he can come. He needs to do this, because he doesn't want to hurt his girl, when he loses control and drives his hard cock through her. His amygdala needs him to do this, because his seed will take better if his bitch's cervix is loosened.
So, yes, one more orgasm, and then he can cum. Just one more, and then he can let go. So, he gives it to her: using the tip of one finger to stretch the top of her vagina slightly further, rubbing her clit, rubbing her tits, keeping that damn rhythm. She shakes, and goes over, and he's finally, finally pumping his bit- girl full of all the semen that has built up in his frustrated balls.
He stays inside her until he softens, pressing kisses through his mask into her ankles. Then, he pulls his oversensitive cock slowly out of her, rights his pants, and moves to kneel next to her head. He brushes her sweaty hair, and kisses her face through his mask - never mind the aroused male torso behind her.
"Thank you." he tells her. "You were so sweet for me, again, Sakura. So good for me. I love how you call my name. I love how you shake when you cum on my cock."
"Did you watch?" she asks, her eyelids almost shut.
"Not this time. Not with this many people around."
"At home, then." she yawns. And Kakashi wishes that his amydgala didn't immediately agree.
"You can nap a little now, if you want. Then a little shower, and something sweet to eat, and then you can sleep at home, ok? But first, we packed some water for you, remember? Would you drink some, for me?"
"For you," she smiles, sweet and sleepy.
"Good girl," he says. He opens a water bottle, and pours some water into her mouth.
"Thank you, Kashi." she murmurs, burying her face into Cat's armour. "Thank you, Cat-san."
Cat is aroused - it would be difficult not to be, with a girl repeatedly orgasming one armour panel away from his cock - but he lets her nuzzle her face over his armoured abdomen, and find the most comfortable posistion for sleeping.
Kakashi pets her exposed cheek and hair, then looks up at his friend. "Thanks, kohai. It means a lot, that you'll help me... Sorry for threatening you, earlier."
"Sure, sempai. I'm not... glad... to help, exactly. It's a bit uncomfortable. But, I'm glad that you trust me to watch your back. And, you don't have to worry about the threatening. I know what's serious and what's not, and it's good that you're serious about your girl."
"You're *pack*. And, she's *pack*. So, just, thank you."
"I suppose, next time, you're going to have to bring Gai, if this is how you introduce your pack to your girl."
"Fuck off. I couldn't keep it up, with that asshole yelling about youth."
Cat snorts, and then uses his hand to keep Sakura's head from sliding as his stomach twitches.
"Should I invite him for you? Need him to make the challenge harder for you? He could read Icha-Icha out-loud to you when it looks too easy?"
"Gods no. I almost lost control at the beginning as it was."
"Yeah, but you didn't."
"Yeah, but I didn't," agrees Kakashi, and he leans forwards to stroke Sakura's face. "Got to tell you, kohai. There was a moment when my brain was thinking about you in her, and decided to kill you for it."
Cat snorts softly again. "If I had known, back then, how easy it is to drive you feral, I would have killed *you* with it."
And now, it's Kakashi who snorts. "Yeah, but you didn't."
Cat turns over the hand that's not holding up Sakura's head, and lifts his middle finger.
Kakashi stands, to pat Cat's masked and hooded head. "Thanks, kohai."
"I'd say anytime, but not before next week, ok?"
"Fuck you... I can take her from you, if you want to stretch. Or, you know..." Kakashi makes a little jerking motion with his hand.
"Yeah, ok. I'll be back before they release her."
Kakashi slides into Cat's place, Sakura's sleep undisturbed.
Cat is back with Kakashi and Sakura, when the Distributor arrives. Kakashi moves to gently wake Sakura. The Distributor has other ideas, and - without any warning - pushes two fingers into her vagina.
Sakura moans, eyes still closed, "Kashi?".
"Take your fingers out of her. She's mine." says Kakashi, his voice hard.
The Distributor looks startled, as though he's had his fingers in lots of kunoichi, and no one has ever complained. "I was just checking-"
"Get your fingers out of my girl," says Kakashi, "before I come over and take them out for you."
"Calm down, Jounin-san. I have to check that you came in her." The distributor is the sort that gestures as he talks. One of his movements makes Sakura moan again. Kakashi's semen bubbles up around and between the Distributor's fingers.
Kakashi slides out from behind Sakura, pushing Cat into his place.
The air smells like ozone. Kakashi is suddenly next to the Distributor, one hand on the forearm of his violating hand, and one hand holding a kunai.
"Last chance. Fingers out."
"Listen, Jounin-san, I don't know what you-" and his voice rises into a scream, as his hand is cut off above the wrist. In one movement, Kakashi pulls the severed hand out of Sakura, drops the hand on the ground, and pushes the Distributor around so that his spurting blood no longer lands on Sakura's inner legs. He puts his hand on the neck of the crying Distributor, and forcibly tilts his head down.
"Distributor, look down, and pay attention. I came in her. Do you see?"
The Distributor sobs.
"Kohai," Kakashi sighs. "I think Sakura and I are probably going to be here for a while tonight. I don't want to keep you, but before you go, can you get this idiot's superior?"
Cat shrugs. He drips a little bit of water onto his fingers, and rubs the water onto her eyelids. "Sakura-chan," he says, petting her face. "Wake up, Sakura-chan."
"Kashi? Cat-san?" Sakura asks bleerily, blinking water out of her eyes.
"I have to get up, to help Kakashi clean up a little mess. I'm going to let your head hang again, ok? But, Kakashi is here. If it's uncomfortable, or it starts to hurt, just tell him, ok?"
Her head flips down, her vision only slowly clearing. She sees just enough, to know that the insides of her thighs are splattered with blood.
"Kashi? Am I bleeding?"
"No, Sakura-chan. Don't worry, ok? The Distributor is just learning the 'look without touching' lesson, ok?"
"'Look without touching?'... Kashi?"
"Don't worry, ok, Sakura-chan? You're safe, and everything's fine, ok?"
The Distributor sobs further. Kakashi removes the Distributor's belt, and uses it to tourniquet his forearm.
"OK, Distributor. Come on now, man. Breath. You're ok. You're safe. You're in Konoha. In the Kunoichi Class Hall. It's Tuesday, just after 16:30. You're the Distributor, and you're ok. Breath, ok? You're safe. You're in Konoha..."
"Kashi? Where did the blood come from?"
"Don't worry, ok, Sakura-chan? The Distributor has learned not to touch what isn't his. Right, Distributor? Breath, man. You're ok. You're safe. You're in Konoha. You're ok, because you won't touch what isn't yours, again. Right, Distributor?"
There are Jounin and Kunoichi watching all of this unfold, shadenfreude being a fairly common pasttime among ninja. Kakashi's Hatake ears can hear the main points of the story echoing amoung the clustering ninja. "Comrade-Killer Kakashi" and "the little pink-haired girl?" and "'Fingers out of my girl, before I take them out for you'", and "idiot; what did he expect?".
And, after what seems like an age, the Kunoichi Class Director arrives.
"Ah. Hatake-san. What seems to be the problem?"
"Hello, Director-san. If it's not too much trouble, I would like you to visually confirm that I spilled myself into Sakura's vagina."
The Director walks over next to Kakashi and the sobbing Distributor, and looks down her bloody legs, into the puddle of bloody semen.
"Yes, Hatake-san. I can see that someone did indeed cum in her vagina."
"Good. Then, tell your Distributor, when he wakes up, that it's good he only decided to check with one hand, and not with both."
"This is your girl? The one from the security report, from - mmm - 18 months ago?"
"Yes. Turns out, she's a loyal Konoha Konoichi, who gave birth to my son, and someone managed to lose that information before informing me."
"Well, congratulations on the birth of your son, then."
"Thank you. Rai-kun is a delight... With your permission, I'd like to unstrap Sakura-chan."
"Yes, yes, of course, Hatake-san. Go ahead."
"Oh, the Distributor also said something funny earlier today. He said that there's a note, in Sakura-chan's file, that a Distributor needs to confirm that I've spilled into her vagina, or I won't be allowed to accompany her anymore. Is that official policy?"
"Oh, no! Hatake-san. She's given you a son already, you said? And, I can confirm today that you - um - definitely came inside her. That is, you *do* need to come inside her, but I don't think any Class Personnel would insult you by suggesting that *you* wouldn't do what's needed."
"Thank you, Director-san. That's good to hear... Then, I think I would like to take Sakura-chan home to our son, now."
"Of course, Hatake-san! Good evening!"
"Good evening, Director-san."
Sometime, during this extremely polite discouse, Cat brought Sakura's clothes from the locker-room. So, Kakashi unstraps her, and then they help her put her clothes on over her sweaty, bloody, and semen-dripping body.
"Thanks, kohai. Are you coming over? I've got some Umeshu..."
"Ah, no thanks, not tonight. I've had enough of the Kakashi-and-Sakura theatre for the moment..."
Kakashi laughs, and lifts Sakura in a princess-carry, where she falls asleep again. "Suit yourself."
"See you, sempai. Bye, Sakura-chan."
Sakura mumbles something. Kakashi laughs again. "I think that was, 'goodbye, Cat-san.' Bye, kohai."
So, Kakashi brings Sakura home, helps her to wash, watches her drink some honey-sweetened milk, and puts her to bed. Kakashi collects Rai from the daycare, brings him home, and - finally - lays him next to his sleeping mother so that he can have his after-daycare feeding.
Then, Kakashi has a glass of Umeshu, and toasts to his upcoming child.
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The next few weeks of Kunoichi Class are both easier and harder.
Easier, because he can again surreptitiously use the little blue pills, and he doesn't need any willpower to keep from finishing early.
And, harder, because Kakashi has to acknowledge to himself that - even if he'd like to imagine himself as Sakura's virtuous protector - his motivations for fucking Sakura are not even close to pure.
He tells himself, that wanting to impregnate a Kunoichi just makes him a loyal shinobi - which is true, as far as he can tell. He tells himself, that there's nothing wrong with fantasizing about her purity and virginity. She's been faithful to him, since the first time he fucked her, and it's only fair for him to admire that about her. The fact that he likes how small she is, that's a question of mechanical friction. As for how submissive, how dependent, how obedient, even how young she is - nothing of this is outside of what his great-grandfather would have expected from *his* mate. It isn't *wrong*, it's just... conservative.
Kakashi doesn't speak to anyone about his ethical debates with his lizard-brain. There's nowhere in the village where he's certain that he won't be overheard. There's no-one in the village that he's comfortable sharing with. He doesn't want to admit to Cat what he's discovered about himself. He definitely doesn't want to admit it to Gai.
He's been called a pervert since the first time that he opened Icha-Icha on a busy street - and, well, that's fair. He's always gone to Kunoichi Class more than strictly necessary. He looks for sex, often, and even in circumstances that others might consider inappropriate.
He's not a pedophile, he maintains. The immaturity of Sakura's body wasn't and isn't what arouses him. He likes adult women; he likes Sakura-chan more as she develops into an adult woman. But, Sakura-chan *is* a child. And, he's fucking her. And, he likes fucking her. And, he likes the outcome of fucking her. So. What does that make him?
Kakashi likes that Sakura is *his*. He's bound her to him, with pleasure and gratitude and the expectations of others. And - always unstated - with her knowledge of the alternative.
It's convenient, in that acidic way that Kakashi hates to admit to himself, that Kakashi only found Sakura after her first weeks at the Kunoichi Class. That Kakashi only found Sakura after she saw how much it would physically hurt to reject Kakashi's claim. Certainly, he doesn't like thinking of other men inside her. But, it's convenient that Kakashi never has to sit down with her to explain that the alternative to submitting to *him*, is to be painfully raped by multiple men every week, with the hell-clock only being paused for her to raise Clanless bastards into canon fodder.
And, it's further convenient, that Sakura experienced that year-and-a-half where Kakashi lost her. The last time that she didn't have Kakashi, she didn't have anyone: no family, no friends, no teammates, no support structure other than the small Village-run daycare and the stipend that is exactly enough for a studio in a bad neighborhood and bulk foods. Kakashi never has to explain to Sakura, that she's alone, isolated and vulnerable; that no one will ever step in to help her. That Sakura's choice is Kakashi - and whatever price he might demand of her - or she won't have anyone's help at all.
He's a rapist. He admits it. And he *hates* admitting it. Every ANBU - and most Jounin - in this damn village is a rapist. Even Lizard and Fish, who have negotiated sex with their sardonic teammate Salamander, are having sex with a person who - under village policy and the Distributor's watchful eyes - *cannot say no*. It makes Kakashi want to vomit, to admit this about himself, and about his village.
Does it make him a better person, that he at least realizes what he's doing is wrong? Or, does it make him that much worse, because he knows and he's still fucking doing it.
His thoughts twist, spiral, and rearrange like a Rubic's cube; every day is just one more permutation between guilt and justification.
He wishes that he just *didn't know* it about himself. He wishes that the Distributor hadn't originally sent him to Sakura's line. He wishes that he hadn't noticed what a fucking sadist Boar is; that he hadn't suddenly become aware of what sort of pain Sakura must have experienced and would likely experience further, where he himself is able to simultaneously stop some of the pain and profit from the rest. He wishes that he'd never realized how much he *wants* the situation he ended up in.
She's *his*. She's his *pack*. She's given him his son. (To be entirely fair, Kakashi thinks, he probably has a few bastards floating around. But Hatake Rai is legally his first-born, the Hatake Clan Heir, *his* son by *his* girl, *his* mate. It makes a difference.) He wants more children from her. There is literally no way that Kakashi will ever choose to give Sakura up.
The only thing he can do, is to try to take care of Sakura while he has her. He has to try not to hurt her. He has to give her choices, and respect her preferences. He has to make her feel safe. And, he has to remind himself, continuously, that he's her rapist and not her freely-chosen lover.
If Sandaime-sama offers him that fucking hat, he's going to take it. And, he's going to use it to fix this horrific nightmare of a system.
And, if he does it well enough, maybe Sakura will stay with him once she doesn't have to.
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She's pregnant. The medic hasn't confirmed it, but he can smell it on her.
His amygdala snarls with pride. One-shot-pregnant, and twice. But, of course, the reasonable, non-feral Kakashi is supposed to be trying to protect his little girl. He's not supposed to be a-man-who-wants-to-impregnate-his-girl-to-demonstrate-his-virility pretending to be a-white-knight pretending to be a-man-who-wants-to-impregnate-his-girl-for-the-good-of-the-village.
One day, lost in his internal debate, he says so to Sakura. It's a dumb slip, and he regrets it immediately. "I shouldn't be glad that you're pregnant again, but I am."
"Well, I *am* pregnant. So, it's probably better that you're glad about it."
She's a sensible girl, Kakashi thinks. It's good that she's less prone to internal drama than he is.
"Are you happy to be pregnant?"
"I think you've missed the point. I *am* pregnant. The system is entirely set up for me to become pregnant; it was an obvious consequence. There's not much point dwelling on whether I want it, or not, since there's nothing to do differently either way. It just *is*."
"You're very sensible. I think you're good for me."
Sakura stares at him like he's just said a highly-sexualized phrase in an extremely inappropriate context. "I hope so, sir. You're good to me, too, sir."
"No, not 'you're good to me', though you *are*. You're a good partner for me. I only just realized. I have a tendency to internalize. To dramatize. And, you're very sensible. It's good for my mental state that my partner is sensible, and not... the sort of person who also has long, winding, philosophical debates about things that just *are.* I regret that the way we met, is one that hurt you. But, I'm glad that you're mine."
"I think that the way we met probably hurt both of us, sir."
"Yes, probably."
"I don't know if you're good like that *for* me, yet. But you're good *to* me. And, given that we live in this universe, and not an idealized alternate somewhere else, I'm glad that I'm yours, too. Sir."
"Ah, my girl is sweet, polite, and sensible. Who would have thought that this is my romantic ideal?"
"Have you always been this silly, and I didn't notice?"
Kakashi brushes her hair off her face, and lets his hand trail down her cheek. "You're not scared of me. I like that more than you can ever imagine."
"Every time you've been scary around me, it's been in my defense."
"That one time, on the academy roof."
"That's true, I was scared then. But, that's before I knew you were you."
"In hindsight, it was very sweet how worried you were about me, when I told you that I'd been retired."
"Yes, why *were* you retired? If I can ask, sir."
"My eye." he says, drawing his fingers over his forehead protector. "I wasn't born with it. It was given to me, by my teammate, Uchiha Obito, to... Well, it needs more chakra, than the channels of my socket can safely conduct."
"You watch *me* with your eye."
"Yes." He reaches out to stroke her face again. "All the best things I've done. And, all the worst."
"Which am I, sir?"
"Both."
She reaches up, and presses his hand tighter against her face.
Kakashi continues. "You're young now. Too young for what we do together. But, then. The first time I had you. It was indecent."
"You would have had me, either way. Isn't it better, that you stayed and took care of me? Than that you fucked me fast, and then left the others to fuck me, too?"
"I only came in you, at the end. I could have held off. I could have made you mine, without getting you pregnant... You would have been long done with the Class by now."
"I'm not sure that I can reassure you. In the end, this is the way it happened. We have Rai-kun now. I love Rai-kun, and I think that you love Rai-kun, too. We're going to have another child. I will probably love them. And, I think that you will probably love them, too."
"I feel endlessly guilty, for what I've done to you. Especially, because I do love Rai-kun. I'm glad that you've given him to me. And, this new one."
Sakura kisses the palm of his hand, and puts it back on her face.
"I can't fix that for you."
"No. That's true." Kakashi tries to pull his hand back, but Sakura holds it fast.
"Does the guilt help you to achieve anything? Is it useful?"
"No. But, it's there regardless."
"*Someone* would have gotten me pregnant; that's what Kunoichi Class is for."
"If I did something. Something that's not treasonous. Something to end the Kunoichi Class. Would that absolve me for enjoying hurting you?"
"I don't know. But, it would probably be more productive than feeling endlessly guilty... Sir, I understand if you can't tell me..."
"In five years, in ten years. I'll be on the list of potential successors to the Hokage. As long as I don't start a war and commit suicide in shame, there's almost no other way for things to go... If I'm chosen... will you help me figure out a way to keep birth rates up without needing the Kunoichi Class?"
"I will do my best, sir..." She seems momentarily overwhelmed, but she forces out, "You're very open tonight."
"Yes."
"Is everything ok, sir?"
"I want this new child. I want to fuck another one into you after that. I can't imagine not wanting to impregnate you. And, you're too young. And, you're not in a position where you're able to say no: to me, to being impregnated... I've told you, that you're mine until you say otherwise. (I promise you, I'll hold to that. If you ever want to leave me, you'll be free to leave.) But, I hope that you never do. I want you to be mine forever, even though I'm not good *for* you, the way that you are good *for* me."
"Kashi. Sir. You're going in circles... I'm glad that you want this child, because we're having them. It's true that I'm too young, but we can't fix that. It's true, that I can't say no, but we can't fix that either. We can only wait. When I'm done with Kunoichi Class, I don't know how much older I'll be, but I will be able to consent. Can you... simply *save* your worry until then?"
"Probably not, sensible one..." He teases his hand until it's holding hers.
"Sakura, I want to bring you to the hospital, to let a medic check on your health. And on our new child. But, I'm aware, that there's a part of my brain - a part that horrifies me - that plots to fuck child after child after child into you... And, if I bring you to the hospital, they'd give you a temporary leave from Kunoichi Class, and I'd end up keeping you as mine for the time of the pregnancy, and the recovery year, and still the full remaining 30 weeks after that. Or we can wait. Until you start to show. Maybe that's another 6 weeks. Maybe more. And after your pregnancy and recovery, you'd have 24 weeks or less.
"The difference seems small, but if you're only released from 6 weeks every time I impregnate you compared to 12... I looked at the numbers, the other day. One choice means 4 children total, with something like another 4 full year's worth of time uncounted during maternity leave; the other means 7 children total, almost 10 years uncounted... I don't trust myself to chose for you. What do you want me to do?"
"I'd like you to wait, please. For as long as we can."
"Will you be safe? Will the baby be safe?"
"I did this alone, last time, you know. I remember what the doctor said to me. I know what vitamins to take, and what exercises to avoid, and what foods to chose."
"Yes. But I promised you, that you wouldn't be alone, this time."
"You are good to me, you know. Thank you for asking what I want. I know what you could have done."
"No one deserves thanks for not being an asshole."
"That's probably true, sir."
"I want to take you to bed. I want to watch you ride me."
"At home, I can say no, you realize."
"I hope so. You won't win anything by saying 'yes.' You won't lose anything by saying 'no.'" His smile turns teasing. "But, if you stop in the middle, you'll probably make me cry."
"Oh, you *are* a scary man."
"What do you say, girl?"
"I want to know how fast you can cum."
"If you want fast, can I have you against the wall?"
"Yes, please."
"My polite girl. Say please again. Ask me to fuck you against the wall."
"Please, sir. Please will you fuck me against the wall?"
"Fuck. Hearing you... Tell me again that you were made to take my cock."
"Please, sir. I was made to take your cock. I was made to cum on your cock. My cunt was made for you to fill with your cum, with your children. Please, sir, let me show you how well I take your cock."
"Sakura, I want to undress you. Can I?"
"Please, sir, let me undress *you*. Please, sir? I want to see who I was made for. I want to see whose cock fills me. Please, sir, I want to see whose children I bear."
"Go ahead, girl." So, Sakura tries to push Kakashi's shirt up. He takes over, removing his shirt, since she's far shorter than he is. Sakura loosens his pants, and removes them entirely. She seems surprised by his underwear, but removes them too. Then, she's brushing her hands against the naked skin of his 8-pack abdomen, his pecs, his hips, his lower back. She traces the Lichtenberg scars that grow up his arms, and the assorted scars scattered over his torso, the proof of 20 years of combat. If she goes on her tip-toes, she can just touch the flame tattoo on his shoulder.
Her hands go lower, but Kakashi says, "No, girl. Not today. You asked me to fuck you fast, against the wall. You don't want me to undress you. So, take off your pants." Sakura slides her leggings down her legs. "Your panties, too. Give them to me." She does.
Kakashi tucks the panties into one of the pockets of his tactical pants, laying on the floor.
When he stands, he's hoisting Sakura up, so that her legs are over his shoulders, and he can tuck his mouth between her legs. He presses Sakura's back against the wall, so that she won't fall. He slides his mask down to his neck. And, he uses his nose, tongue and lips to bring her pleasure. He uses three fingers to stretch her; he needs more than the bare minimum if he's going to take her fast. He makes her cum, and then lowers her to the ground.
"Choose girl. Legs around my waist, or bent forwards against the wall."
"Forwards?"
It occurs to Kakashi that phrase was a question, but by then he's already spun her around, pressed her hands to the wall, and slid her legs apart. He lifts her red tunic up over her hips, exposing her ass and legs to his hands and eyes. Then, he pushes down on the center of her back, until the tilt of her hips presents the mouth of her vagina to him.
"You are so fucking good for me," he says, as he holds her bare ass in his hands. He spits into his hand, and slides it along his cock. Then, he pushes slowly into her pussy. "So fucking tight." He rocks gently inside her. "You want me to see how fast I can come inside you. You want me to take my pleasure from you, without giving you anything. You want efficiency. Yes or no, girl."
"Yes, sir."
"So polite" he says, and kisses the back of her neck.
And then he fucks her. His movements are fast, yes, but smooth. He's lifting up from bent knees, so that he's pushing straight into her. He's using the same harsh rhythm that Sakura has only consciously felt once - being unconscious the first time that Kakashi came inside her. His left hand pulls her hips exactly the way he wants her. And, while his right hand reaches under her tunic's skirt to press his thumb against her clit, he doesn't actually rub. No, instead, he's pressing the heal of his hand against the moving base of his cock.
It's the way he would fuck in the dark bathroom hallway of his favorite bar, the one where he knows the bartender's tastes. It's the way he'd fuck a girl he knew he'd never see again. Maybe the girl would cum, maybe she wouldn't, but he'd leave her full of his semen either way. He'd keep her panties - because Kakashi is enough of an asshole to like watching a girl squirm as his cum trickles down her legs in public - unless of course, she was very good. Then, he'd slide the panties along the bar to the bartender, with the girl watching. If she didn't blush at the transfer, he'd find a way to get her to show the bartender her cum-filled pussy. The bartender wouldn't touch - that would be unhygenic - but, he'd look. And, he'd make the girl some sort of fruity, egg-foam cocktail that's essentially an excuse to pile up a tall tower of cream. Because both the bartender and Kakashi like watching girls lick up cream. And it's not Kakashi's business what the bartender would do with those girls, after Kakashi'd already left.
All this to say, that it isn't particularly good for Sakura, but it gets the job done. Kakashi comes in less than 3 minutes. He's practically just masterbating in a particularly velvety sleeve.
When he comes, he asks her, "Is that what you wanted?"
"I'm not sure," she replies. "Is the difference between that and how you fuck me... Is it just because the time constraints are different? Or is it because I'm yours and the ones you usually fuck like that, they're not yours?"
"It's not an entirely fair comparison. When I fuck other girls, fast against the wall, they don't get what you got. I don't lick them to get them ready for me. I don't push in slow, to give them time to adjust. I don't give little compliments, or kiss their skin. I start, I fuck, and I come. That's it."
He's anticipating a question like, "*Do* you fuck other girls?". That question doesn't come. Sakura's not in a position to change her behavior no matter what the answer is, and the answer has the potential to hurt her. So, she'll wait to ask, until she actually *can* leave if the answer hurts. Like Kakashi thought before: sensible.
Instead, she asks, "Why is it different, with me, sir?"
"Part of it, *is* that you're small. If they've come out to the hallway of a bar with me, then they're already hot for it. They know what they're getting, so they're already ready. And," he says with a sideways look, "they're old enough, big enough, for me not to rip them even if they're not all-the-way ready. If you're not wet enough, you'll be too small. If I just, well, ram into you dry... you'll rip. And, I don't want to hurt you. I haven't ever enjoyed hurting girls, so I didn't want to hurt you even before you were mine. But, you *are* mine now. Mine to protect. Mine to keep safe. Mine to give pleasure to, not just to take it from. So, I try to get you ready for me.
"When you're older, if you're still mine, I'll take you to a bar, and buy you a drink. We'll dance together, as an excuse to rub my cock across your ass until you're hot for it. I'll take you into that hallway, and fuck you, without opening you up first so that you're almost too tight for me. I'll give your wet panties to the bartender, and pull your legs open so he can see my cum in you, and I'll watch you lap whipped cream out of a champagne coupe while my cum drips down your legs.
"And, then, since you'll be mine, I'll take you home, and fuck you nice and slow, so that you orgasm until you can't see straight anymore. And, when you've cum so many times that you can't take it anymore, I'll put another child into you, and stroke your skin as you fall asleep. And, I'll hold you, and protect you, and give you pleasure until you decide that you don't want me anymore.
"That's the difference between those girls, and you."
"Would you... would you fuck me slow, sir, until I can't see straight anymore?"
"Yes. If you want me to."
"I do, sir."
And so, he does.
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Sakura's not officially recognizes as being pregnant, so she's still on active duty. And, Team Kakashi is given a C-rank, to guard a bridge-builder from Wave.
The first night camping, Sakura asks Kakashi where she should sleep.
"Out here in the open, you sleep in your bedroll. Lay it here, between my bedroll and the fire. When we're in a fortified position, I'll take you in front of anyone you care to show. But, out here, I need to keep you safe. I can't be distracted by having your legs around me, ok? Besides, you need to practice taking watch, too."
Kakashi assigns each of the genin one-third of the watch rotation; they'll swap rotations every night of the trip. Kakashi himself won't be sleeping any deeper than a doze, the way he always does in enemy territory.
He notices the bridge-builder eyeing Sakura with an expression somewhere between disgust and dark interest. So, Kakashi arranges to eat his stew next to Tazuna.
He says, with simulated cheer, "Sakura-chan, she's very pretty, isn't she?"
"Yes. I heard you talking earlier. Does she..."
And Kakashi cuts him off, false cheer gone icy cold. "She's pretty, but she's mine. The last man who touched her, I cut off his hand. So before you think to try anything, you'd better be sure that you can build your bridge without any hands."
"I... see, shinobi-san. Yes, um. Good night, then."
"Good night, Tazuna-san."
On this first night, Sasuke has first watch, Sakura has second, and Naruto has third.
Kakashi wakes easily when Sasuke shakes Sakura awake. He confirms that everything is quiet, and then goes back to his doze.
Kakashi wakes again when Sakura shakes Naruto awake. Everything is quiet, so he goes to drop back again, but Sakura whispers to him, "Sensei? Kashi? I can't sleep. I need..."
"I can't, girl. It's too open here. Put two fingers into your mouth. Practice what you'll give me, when we're home again."
"Yes, sir... Good night, sir."
"Good night, girl."
And Kakashi listens to the wet sounds next to him, as well as the sound of the dying fire, and the wind, and the nocturnal forest animals. It must just have been residual nerves from the watch keeping Sakura awake, because she falls asleep fairly quickly. When Kakashi looks over at her, she has her fingertips still in her mouth.
The Demon Brothers are terrifying, but Momochi Zabuza is scary beyond anything Sakura has ever experienced.
Kakashi opens his Sharingan as soon as the threat is apparent. Sasuke freezes as the sight.
Sakura whispers to her teammate. "He got it from his former teammate, Uchiha Obito. Haven't you heard him being called Sharingan no Kakashi?"
And Sasuke sneers at her. "Don't pretend you know everything, whore, just because you're on your back for our teacher." And, Sakura wants to cry. She's not a whore. She's not.
And, it gets worse, because Momochi perks up like he's just learned his opponent's weak spot. He grabs Sakura by the hair, dragging her between himself and Kakashi. He shoves her forwards, tripping her to send her falling. And, Momochi hides a jutsu in the momentum of her stumble. Kakashi is swallowed by a water prison.
The boys try to disguise a Naruto clone as a shuriken, but Naruto's chakra is so obvious, that Momochi just laughs, as he smacks the shuriken from the air.
She's supposed to be a genjutsu type. None of the genjutsu that she's studied are appropriate here. Sakura doesn't know what to do. Momochi's laughter rings in her ears.
He steps forward, and pushes his boot up between Sakura's thighs. "You have a little pet, Copy-nin?"
And, Sakura has a flash of a thought. If she's a whore anyways... So, she slumps back on her arms, looks up at Momochi with an expression that she knows Kakashi likes - her eyes big, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip - and opens her legs a visible fraction more around Momochi's boot.
"Not very loyal, though, is she?" Momochi laughs, grinding his boot up against her.
Sakura drops her head forwards, trying to draw Momochi's attention to her pink hair. It works, and he fists his hands in her hair, and pulls her upwards. She cries out, involuntarily. But, as he lifts her, she thrusts upwards with the kunai from her thigh holster. He sees the knife before she can stab him. With only a scratch across his abdomen, he disarms her, and flings the knife away from her.
But, the distraction was useful, because Sasuke has punctured the water prison. And, Kakashi is throwing a kunai at Momochi, but... he... misses? Except, suddenly, Kakashi is behind Momochi, and there's the crackle of lightning, and a hand covered in pale blue light is bursting up and out of Momochi's ribcage.
There's the sound of a gasp, from behind the trees. Kakashi throws the kunai, again, and vanishes. Immediately, the sound comes again, of lightning, and of bone breaking.
And now Kakashi is back in the clearing. Without a word to his genin, he strips off his shirt. Wrapping his hand in the material, he lifts Momochi's oversized sword, and cuts off the body's hands and left foot. He kicks the dislocated appendages away, stabs the sword deep into the earth, and pulls his shirt back on.
He picks up Sakura, from where Momochi dropped her as he died. With his bloody hand, he pulls her head back so that she's looking up at his face. And, with his clean hand, he rips apart the crotch of her leggings, and shoves her panties to the side. The air around Kakashi is filled with the heavy scent of ozone.
"You're mine," he snarls down at her. "Don't ever open your legs for my enemy again, girl." And, in full view of Tazuna, Sasuke and Naruto, he fingers her until she comes.
Sakura's hands are fisted in Kakashi's bloody shirt, and she can feel her lips finish forming the shape of Kakashi's name, when her vision clears. She feels him start to wipe his fingers along her tattered leggings. Then, he crumples.
Somehow, she, Tazuna, and the boys carry Kakashi back to Tazuna's house. No one talks, which Sakura appreciates, because it means that no-one says anything to her.
Kakashi wakes up the next day, as Sakura uses a wet towel to clean him of blood and sweat. His hand curls around her wrist.
"It was a clever move," he tells her with a quiet voice. "And, we needed the distraction. I shouldn't have told you never to do it again, though I hope you won't ever have to. Your life is worth more than my... - than whatever it is that I'm so offended about. My pride, I guess... And, I shouldn't have touched you without asking. I'm sorry. Just, seeing you... open for him... I don't think that I can be reasonable if I ever see that again. So, please, please, don't do it if it's not absolutely necessary."
"I'm sorry, sir."
"It *was* a clever move. And, I *know* that you're mine... It's just... I remember *everything* I see with the Sharingan. I'm never going to forget you looking up at him like you look up at me, and opening your fucki-" The air smells of ozone. Kakashi turns his face away, and breathes deeply. "Please don't do it again, if you don't have to," he says to the wall once he's calmed down.
"I won't, sir. I'm so sorry, sir. I'm yours, sir, I am. I'm so sorry. I'm so -"
"Shhh. My sensible girl. It's not ok, but it can't be changed, right?"
"I'm so sorry, sir. What can I do? How can I fix it?"
"Shhh. Give me a kiss. Help me remember that it it's *my* name you say when you cum. And, *my* child growing in your womb."
And, he tugs her down to lay next to him, and rolls half-way over her. He pulls his mask down to his neck. Kakashi kisses her with one hand on her still-flat stomach, and one hand cupping her face.
Sakura is immediately glad that she's washed away the blood that yesterday's Kakashi streaked over her hair, neck, and thighs; the blood that splattered when Kakashi dismembered Momochi.
The kiss starts gentle, Kakashi's tongue licking along her tongue. Sakura gets lost, in his warmth, in the anticipation of how she'll meet his tongue next, in the solidity of his chest, and the scratch of his stubble. And, then, she suddenly realizes that he's removed her tunic, and unfastened her bra, and is sliding her underwear down her legs.
"Alright, girl?"
"Yes, sir."
He's wearing his clothes from yesteray. He smells like sweat, blood, forest and lightning. And, for some crazy reason, it's the best scent Sakura has ever smelled. She buries her nose into his chest, near his underarms, as he settles himself completely between her legs.
"Say my name, girl."
"Kashi," she moans. "Kashi, please?"
He pushes one of his fingers into her.
"Please, what, girl?"
A second finger.
"Please, Kashi... you smell so good... Please, Kashi... I want..."
A third finger.
"What do you want, girl?"
With one hand, he loosens his pants, and slides the waist down to his thighs.
"Please, Kashi... I want... to be... yours," she pants.
"Yes, Sakura. You're," he breaches her, "mine."
Her naked body is laying on Kakashi's sleeping mat, her legs are wrapped around his waist. He's on her, and in her, hips thrusting slowly, regularly, deeply into her. His upper body is propped up, giving him space to look down onto her. She stretches and twists her arms, so that she can knit her fingers through his.
"Kashi? Will you... watch me?... Watch me... as I take... your cock... Watch me... when you make... me cum on your... cock and call... your name."
Kakashi's recovering from chakra exhaustion, during a mission that has already involved at least one S-class missing-nin. He should say no; this is an extremely irresponsible idea. But he slides his forehead protector up anyways, and opens Obito's eye.
He lifts his upper body higher off her, and watches his cock move inside her. He watches her abdomen swell with the exact shape of his cock, when he's fully inside her. And, he watches her little thatch of pink curls crown his cock, when he's just pushing in. He follows rigorously the pattern that he knows she likes. And, he's rewarded.
Her head tips back against the floor. Her spine bends, shoving her small breasts up towards his mouth. He watches her mouth spell out, "Kashi. Kashi. Kashi." Her legs, wrapped around him, and her arms, stretched upwards to meet his hands, shake. She's going to cum. He's going to watch her cum.
And, exactly then. Just before she finally goes over, the door to the room opens. And, Naruto and Sasuke watch their naked teammate come on their Sensei's cock.
"Get the fuck out."
But, the boys are frozen.
Well, if they want to see how a man fucks, Kakashi's amydgala thinks, he'll show them.
And, he takes his temper out on Sakura, with fast, deep thrusts, that punch a moan out of her, every time he bottoms out.
If he's giving a demonstration, Kakashi's amygdala thinks, he'll show these pups how to do it right.
He transfers his upper body weight to the arm closest to the boys, and pulls the unloaded hand out from under Sakura's fingers. He spits on his newly freed hand, and goes to rub circles into Sakura's clit.
When Sakura starts to shake again, Kakashi looks down at her tilted back face. "Who do you belong to, girl?"
"Kashi," She moans. "Kashi, please. Kashi. Kashi." And her calls become soundless as she runs out of air. And because he's watching her face, Kakashi feels it, but doesn't see it, when she starts to squirt.
His amygdala roars in pride, that *his* girl is squirting on *his* cock. The boys of his pack are watching their Alpha take his pregnant mate, and she's fucking *squirting* on his cock.
He sits back onto his shins, Sakura's legs still wrapped around his waist. Sakura's upper body arches down from his lap to the ground, draped like a painted curtain, fully exposed to the room. His hands grip her hips, and he drags her onto his cock. He hammers her hips down onto him. Her small breasts bounce with each pull. She moans continuously.
He comes violently, curved over her upper body, canines biting down on her exposed trapezius.
He comes back to himself, to the naked girl on his lap who is - very determinedly - looking only at his face. He realizes that his mask is down, his canines are bloody, and Obito's eye is still exposed. He licks the blood off of his teeth, strips off his shirt to cover Sakura's upper body, pulls down his forehead protector, and pulls up his mask.
The boys are still staring.
"Right. Get out."
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Naruto somehow gets his hands to work, and closes the door. He slides down the closed door.
"Holy shit," he says, looking up at Sasuke. His brain can't think of what to prioritize, so what next comes out of his mouth is: "Breasts. Shaking. Moaning."
"What the fuck is wrong with you? *Breasts?* He *bit* her! Yesterday, he mauled her and today he *bit* her!"
"Yeah. But, did you see how she was shaking? Did you hear her *voice*?"
"HE *BIT* HER! With fucking *fangs*! That's not normal! There's *no way*, that's normal!"
"Ah, yeah. The fangs. But, like, the way her back bent. Gods. And, her breasts. Her nipples. The, like, pink rings around them. Do all breasts look like that?"
"Do you think we need to tell anyone?"
"About her breasts?"
"No, you moron. About how he bit her."
"It seemed like she liked it." Naruto shivers.
"There's no way I'm biting a girl like that."
"Yamanaka Ino likes you, right? Do you think she looks like that?"
"I don't want Yamanaka Ino! I want to know what we're supposed to do when our sensei tries to eat our teammate!"
There's a light cough from behind them. Kakashi has opened the door, and is watching them, clearly amused. "You may want to do your plotting a bit quieter, boys... Sakura's sleeping. Since it seems like you have questions, let's go a bit further down the hall."
"So, if I heard you right. You want to know if 1) the biting is normal, and 2) how to pull girls. Was that it?" Kakashi asks.
"Hn."
"Ok. So, Clans with bloodline limits: the Uchiha, the Uzumaki, the Hatake, some of us have adaptations that end up influencing our sexual preferences."
"Uzuma--?"
"Focus, Naruto. One question at a time, OK? Now, I don't know anything relevant about the sexual practices of the Uchiha or the Uzumaki, sorry.
"But, the Hatake. We have extended canine teeth, like you saw. And I read somewhere once, that it's not unusual for the Hatake to bite during sex. I never got to ask an adult Hatake about it, and I've never felt the urge to do it before today. So: it's not normal for *you*, but it's probably normal enough for *me*.
"It did hurt Sakura-chan, yes. That's why I cleaned and bandaged her before I came to get you. I think she was... distracted... when I did the actual biting, so I don't think it hurt her very much. My canines are smooth, and sharp; I didn't leave ragged punctures. And, I hit someplace non-critical. As for the bacteria, that's why I cleaned the wounds. She should heal fine in 3 or 4 days.
"OK. Is there anything else you want to know about the biting?"
"But, *why* did you bite her?"
"My best guess is that I was feeling possessive. After yesterday. Actually, Sasuke - before I forget - don't call Sakura a whore. She's your teammate and a loyal kunoichi of Konoha, and you shouldn't be calling her names. And if that isn't good enough for you, then remember that I can make you run laps until you pass out."
"Is it... normal... to be so possessive that you... just... shoved your fingers into her, yesterday?"
"Um. No. It's not normal. And, it wasn't *ok* for me to do it. I've already apologized to Sakura-chan about it. And, if I ever hear that either of you have tried that with a kunoichi - I mean, the shoving fingers without asking part - then I'm going to thrash you."
"Shouldn't someone be thrashing *you*, then? For doing it to her?"
"Listen, boys... Sakura and I... the relationship that we have, is largely because there *wasn't* anyone who cared enough about her, to protect her. She's as much an orphan as we three are. And, I'm trying to be the one to protect her, but I screw up sometimes. So, yes, someone *should* be thrashing me, for hurting her yesterday. But, I don't think that you'll find anyone who cares enough to do it. And, that's really, really wrong. Because Sakura is a loyal kunoichi of Konoha, and Konoha should care enough about her to protect her."
"When I'm Hokage, I'll protect everyone, believe it!"
"That's right. When you're Hokage, I'll be counting on it."
"So, you're trying to say, that you're fucking our teammate because you want to *protect* her?"
"It sounds really bad like that, doesn't it? I hadn't planned to bring this up today, but why not... You have to know that being a shinobi... it's not a safe profession. Shinobi die, in the service of our village: from war, and missions that go wrong, and just... bad luck. And, Konoha has a system for making sure that the village's strongest shinobi have enough children to replace the ones who are lost. And, our system asks loyal kunoichi to bear those children. For various reasons, most kunoichi go when they're in their late teenage years; but Sakura got selected earlier, and that's how I met her. She's given me one son already. There really should have been someone who cared enough about her, to make sure that she didn't get selected so early, but there wasn't. All she has, is me. And, I'm trying to protect her, but, like I said, I screw up sometimes."
"You have a *son* with *our teammate*?"
"Yes. I won't say anything more about him."
"Where is he, if both you and Sakura-chan are here?"
"There's someone looking after him. If you keep asking, I'm going to assume that you don't have any more questions..."
"Wait! So, the breasts."
"Yes, Sakura has breasts."
"They're really nice. Can we..."
"Touch them? No. Sakura's mine. If you want to touch a kunoichi's breasts, then make Jounin."
"But, you'll let us see them."
"I need to ask Sakura what *she* wants. But, she was embarassed enough today, that I don't think she'll want to show you."
"But, you *did* let us see them."
"Put that down into the 'sometimes I screw up' category."
"Yeah, but *why* did you let us see them?"
"So, first, *I* told you to leave; *you're* the ones who didn't. Second, about sex, different people like different things, and that's ok. I, personally, find that there's something... exciting... about proving that a woman will accept you. Particularly, if you think the woman is... especially desirable."
"And you think that *Sakura* is especially desirable?" Sasuke's voice is incredulous.
"Yes. You're still young. Maybe you don't see it yet. But, Naruto sees it."
Naruto is back to dreaming. "Her breasts, and her back, and her voice... and that shaking."
Kakashi thinks about telling Sasuke that Sakura was also the first kunoichi that his idolised/despised older brother saw orgasm. That Itachi's reaction was so similar to Naruto's, that the ANBU *took off his fucking mask* to lick her. It would be funny, he thinks, but he doesn't particularly want to deal with the ensuing yelling today. Another time.
"So I have to make Jounin," concludes Naruto, smacking his fist into his hand.
"Right. There are some details. But, making Jounin's a good step. Also, for becoming Hokage, by the way."
"So, how do I make Jounin."
"Mmm. Train hard. Study hard. Try not to walk in on your Sensei fucking his girl; and if you do walk in, then leave when he tells you to get the fuck out."
"Aaaah. Kakashi-Sensei!!!"
Sasuke moves to get up, then freezes. "Kakashi-sensei?" he asks. "Did you *really* apologize for finger-fucking Sakura in front of us without asking permission, and immediately afterwards, keep having sex with her in front of us without asking permission?"
Kakashi answers to himself: Yes, but...
They were in a situation where Sakura can theoretically say "stop"; there was no Distributor monitoring them to report non-compliance. She has verbal and non-verbal signals to use, if she ever wants him to stop. She was coherent the entire time, but still didn't use those signals, yesterday *or* today. Sure, both events were ill-considered, but it wasn't half as bad as what Sasuke is implying.
Kakashi doesn't know if he's lying to himself.
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Kakashi's chakra is still low. Too low to provide meaningful protection for the bridge builder, given the caliber of opponents they have already met during this mission. He makes the executive decision that the bridge builder will be staying home, at least until Kakashi recovers a bit further.
He traps a kill-zone around the house. There's exactly one way in, and one way out, and neither are easy to find. The genin get the advanced version of the lesson that they had in their early academy years. Rather than colored paint and prank traps, these traps are man-killers. They're the sorts of mines that get buried between militarized borders. They're the sort that require Samurai-level armour and fuinjutsu air-filtration systems to disable. Hidden without chakra, the traps are invisible to chakra sensors; and naturally camouflaged, they require supreme concentration in order to be found by even Dojutsu-granted vision. In Konoha, there's one small stretch of the Forest of Death where the ANBU have buried a training patch of these man-killers to prepare the anti-mine squadrons in case of another war: it's brightly marked, and behind two rows of four-meter tall fencing.
These are the traps that Kakashi used during the Third War, a war where both sides had access to the Byakugan, and chemical weapons were widespread, and the 11-year-old Jounin was significantly smaller than every one of his enemies. These are the traps that Kakashi *didn't* use during his time in ANBU, unwilling for future teammates to stumble on the invisible kill-zone left behind from an earlier mission.
When the mission is done, Team Kakashi may well find it easier to build Tazuna a new house, rather than disarm these traps. In the meantime, Tazuna's grandson is *never* to be allowed out of his guardian's supervision.
And, Naruto, who's possession of common sense is questionable, is similarly supervised. Naruto has suddenly decided that he has no objection whatsoever to a buddy system, provided that the system partners him with Sakura. He stares at her, obviously imagining her naked body under her clothes. Then, he stands too close to her. His hands just happen to brush over her breasts. And now, his hand settles over her clothed spine, over the strap of her bra. She can't think of what to say, other than, "I belong to Hatake Kakashi," so that's what she tells him.
Then, Sakura goes to find Kakashi. He and Tazuna are leaning over the kitchen counter, discussing the practicalities of the bridge work that Team Kakashi will have to work around. There's no chair, and Sakura doesn't want to interupt. So, she kneels on the ground beside Kakashi, and leans her head against his side.
Sakura tries to decide *what* to tell Kakashi, *how* to tell Kakashi: that Naruto has always been impolite, but now it feels dirty; that he touched her back, and his touch didn't feel friendly; that Sakura doesn't want Kakashi to cut off Naruto's hand, but that she wants him to do more than scold; that she wants Kakashi to make her feel safe again around her teammate; that she wishes her teammates didn't consider her a whore. Everything she might say seems too... vague.
Tazuna is pointing out the storage locations of the bridge's concrete and metal supplies; and the landing site of their smuggling ship; and the position of the crane. They draw a map, with the places where the workers concentrate for their coffee, and for lunch. Sakura watches as Kakashi suggests the approaches that *he* would take, if his mission were to stop the bridge building. Given the economic distress of the region, Kakashi's first suggestions lie mainly with destroying expensive equipment and supplies. Neither Kakashi nor Tazuna knows how likely it is for the equiment and supplies to still be on the bridge once Tazuna can return to work. Kakashi's second suggestion describes how he would go about assassinating Tazuna.
Sakura can feel the heat radiating from Kakashi's strong body. He's focused on the job, his weight evenly divided between his spread feet. He seems controlled, competent,... dangerous. Sakura notices her pulse reflect through the tightened muscles of her pelvis. She breathes out, and tries to focus.
The meeting comes to an end. Kakashi's attention turns to Sakura. His focus feels heavy.
"Polite girl. You're very pretty, kneeling for me."
She shivers. Kakashi threads his fingers through her hair, gently tilting her head back so that she's looking up at him. Her lips are dry, so she licks them. His hand clenches slightly in her hair, and Sakura suddenly expects him to loosen his pants. She realizes that she's breathing hard.
Instead, his hand relaxes, and he strokes softly over her head.
"Tell me, pretty girl, polite girl. What do you need from me?"
She breathes deeply, trying to calm her heartbeat. She's still not sure what to say. Kakashi waits for her.
"I had to remind Naruto that I'm yours," is what finally comes out.
"He touched you?"
"My breasts. My back."
"I'll deal with it. Thank you for telling me."
"Yes, sir... Thank you, sir."
Kakashi's hand ghosts over her cheek and neck. And then, he leaves.
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Kakashi finds Naruto outside the house. He's close to the edge of the Kill-Zone, staring into the trapped brush.
"I can't stop thinking about her." Naruto says.
Kakashi waits.
"I dreamt about her. About the way her body hung off you. About her breasts, and her white skin. About how she came when you asked her who she belongs to... Jounin... That's a long time."
"When you make Chuunin, there will be girls with crushes. I'm not saying you should push them into anything, but some of them might offer."
"Do you think I'll make Chuunin soon?"
"... It depends how you define soon. You're not ready... You'd regret it, if you led a team and they died. I promise you, you'd regret it more than anything."
"I just want... I'm sick of being hated. I know *why*, but I'm sick of it... And I think of her moaning on you. And, I just... want."
"I get it, you know? I know what it's like to need it. When your stomach is shredding itself and your heart hurts, and the only thing that makes it better is between a girl's legs... I get it."
"I can't stop thinking about her."
"Your thoughts are your own. But, if you keep your eyes off her, and your hands off her... Then, when we're back in Konoha, I'll take you to the Red Light District. And, I'll pay for your first time."
"Ah. Paying for it..."
"I'll pay the first time. After that, you'll have to run missions like everyone else."
"That isn't... wrong?"
"It's a transaction." Kakashi shrugs. "We get paid to kill. They get paid to open their legs. Don't make their job any harder than it has to be, and it's fine."
"I guess."
"...I don't know how long we'll have to look to find a girl with pink hair, but we can try."
"That's the part that... It's not even about Sakura herself. I had a crush on her, when I was younger, you know? Because... that hair. But, last night, it was just... her body... and how she moved and sounded. It wasn't about how smart she is, or how cute she is when she smiles."
"I'm glad. Because Sakura... she's not for you."
"She's yours."
"She's mine."
"...Did your Sensei ever pay for you?"
"...You know, during the war... I made Jounin before it ever came up."
"Being a Jounin... is that really..."
"...It's not a *good* system. It's not a *fair* system. But when you're a Jounin, and you just *need* it, it's so easy. You'll never hear anyone ask if it's wrong. So, you can trick yourself into thinking that it's good and fair and that everyone knows what they signed up for and that you aren't hurting the loyal Kunoichi under you."
"That seems..."
"You tried it yourself today, remember? You *needed* it so you tricked yourself into thinking it was ok."
"But it wasn't ok."
"No, it wasn't."
"But what do I *do*?"
"I don't know. Find a girl who offers. If you can't, then pay. Or, if you're good at closing your eyes and pretending - or you don't care about good and fair in the first place - then make Jounin. Just, know that you'll have to live with whatever you do."
"I don't think I want to talk about this anymore."
Kakashi claps Naruto on the shoulder, and leaves him to stare in peace.
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So, Naruto is staring into the brush. Sasuke is running through combined taijutsu-and-shuriken katas. Sakura is working on a genjutsu that should make her harder to notice. She's sitting, cross-legged on the living room floor, staring at the spoon in her hands.
Kakashi thinks of the last interactions he's had - with Naruto, with Sakura, with the boys - and crosses the room to stand behind her.
His hands massage her shoulders, carefully avoiding the plaster that hides the imprint of his teeth. She slumps forwards, head hanging down. After a few minutes, when her muscles are loose, he asks.
"Does it get you hot, when I kill?"
"I don't know. Not the anger. But, your... focus. Your skill. Maybe, yes."
"Did you like it, when I pushed my fingers into you after killing Momochi?"
"...Yes, sir."
"What did you like? The adrenaline, so that you felt alive? That I'd just killed two men for you? That I was possessive? That the man who tried to hurt you was dead?"
"...You're a powerful shinobi. And you *want* me."
"Is that what you were thinking today?"
"Today?"
Kakashi's fingers stop moving. He kneels down behind her. His mouth is close to her ear, his hands slide from the top of her shoulders to the outside of her upper arms.
"The next time that you're hot for it, kneeling below me like that... If you want me to take you... Put your fingers into your mouth, and I'll take you... And if you just want me to watch you, then keep your hands down, and I'll just watch you. Licking your open lips. Panting for me. Thinking of the men I'll kill for you... Sometimes, pretty girl, you're not sweet at all, are you?"
She turns her face, to look up at him. "I'll be sweet for you, sir."
"Yes, you're always sweet *for me*, girl."
He kisses her closed mouth.
"We're going to fight again soon, sweet girl. Combat didn't use to get me hot, but I don't know what'll happen with you there. I don't know if it'll get *you* hot. But if it does, kneel for me. If you kneel, and put your fingers into your mouth, then I'll fuck you with my fingers until you cum. Is that good, girl?"
She shivers hard under his hands.
"Yes, sir."
"And, if I *ever* start something that you don't like, or that hurts you,... kick at me, or tell me to stop. And, I promise, girl, I will stop."
"Yes, sir."
"Don't forget, sweet one."
"I won't, sir."
"Good girl."
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Team Kakashi escorts Tazuna to the bridge. Somewhat miraculously, the expensive equipment and material are still at the construction site, and there's no obvious assassination plan in place for Tazuna.
The bridge crew is pleased that their boss is back in town, and the work begins at full speed.
Kakashi sets his genin to stay with Tazuna. He and his ninken will patrol the perimeter.
And Gato himself arrives in the afternoon with an army of thugs. It's almost anticlimactic.
Sakura manages the genjutsu that she's been practicing, allowing her to stab some thugs unseen. Sasuke uses the Great Fireball and his shuriken skills lethally. Naruto plays whack-a-mole using his shadow clones.
And Kakashi - having decided that there's no point hiding the Hiraishin now that Tazuna and the genin have seen it - kills everyone else. Kakashi wonders if this empty feeling is what Minato-sensei had, when he watched the celebrations of the end of the war, on the day when he'd massacred a thousand Iwa-nin.
Naruto and Sasuke get pulled into the celebrations by the bridge builder and his crew. Sakura walks towards Kakashi, in the center of at least a hundred dead bodies.
Maybe it would have been more respectful to count, thinks Kakashi. He wonders where the number came from - the one that says that Minato-sensei killed a thousand Iwa-nin in one day. Was it Minato-sensei counting?
Kakashi is covered in blood. He's literally dripping. His face, his hair, his clothing, his hands: everything is full of the blood of Gato's thugs. He wishes, momentarily, for his ANBU mask and armor - if only to make it easier to get some of the blood off.
Sakura stands in front of Kakashi, and she looks at him.
Kakashi wonders if she's horrified. He's killed so many people in his life, that however many there were today probably don't make a difference. But, he's never killed so many at once. And, he's never looked so much like a murderer.
He still feels slightly empty, as though he can't imagine that he's done yet. If he turns around, will there be another 20 thugs that he has to slaughter?
And Sakura looks at him, with her big green eyes, and very slowly goes to her knees.
And, just that sight flips a switch within Kakashi. He wants to fuck. He wants to fill the horrible emptiness inside himself by emptying himself into Sakura. He's rock hard, iron hard, diamond hard. A man's body is made to fill his woman with his sperm, to propagate his genes, to secure his bloodline. Kakashi's body was *made* to fight and then to fuck.
Sakura slides her relatively clean fingers into her own mouth.
Kakashi's tempted, so so tempted, to push Sakura against a tree and pull down her leggings and just fuck up into her. He wants to feel how tight she is around him if he fucks her without stretching her, just to make up for how blank he feels. He wants her sweetness around him, since everything else is blood and death. He wants to see her cum. He wants to hear her moan. He wants Sakura, who is pregnant with his child, to say his name and remind him why he's even alive.
But, no. Kakashi still feels like the battle was just *too easy*. There *have* to be more enemies somewhere. No idiot in the world, would hire S-class *Momochi Zabuza* and thereafter rely only on thugs.
And there's no way that Kakashi's amygdala will let himself lose his brain in his cock, when there are enemies around to harm his mate and his unborn pup. Plus, what Sakura *agreed to* was to be fucked with his fingers. And, he won't do anything to her without her permission, well as far as he can humanly manage.
Sakura looks up at him, through her pink eyelashes. Kakashi can see that her cheeks are flushed, and her pupils are dilated, and her nipples are hard.
"Stand up, girl."
"Kashi, please, I want it." Sakura pants.
He steadies her on his bloody thigh. Sakura grinds her clit down on him.
"Please, Kashi. Please fuck me, I want to come on your fingers." She's tilting her head back, exposing her neck and the scabs that record his toothprint.
He reaches under her tunic, to the waistband of her leggings.
"Please, Kashi. I have your baby in me, and I want your fingers too."
He pulls the leggings down as much as he can above his own thigh, and then he rips open her panties. He leaves bloody fingerprints on her clothes and soft skin.
He pushes one finger inside her. Sakura moans. She's so fucking wet. And, she's so tight, that he can almost feel a phantom pressure wrapped around his cock.
"Kashi, please. Please fuck your fingers into me. Please, Kashi? I'll be good for you. I'll be sweet for you. I'll give you this baby, and then you'll put another one into me."
He pushes a second finger into her. With two fingers inside her, he can scissor them against one another, rubbing against her interior walls, searching for the pressure that will make her scream.
He does make her scream, the sound cutting out when she forgets to breathe in again. She shakes on his thigh, and her upper body arcs up against his bloody torso.
"Kashi. Kashi. Kashi. Kashi." She mouths.
It isn't enough. Kakashi wants more. He pushes a third finger into her.
Sakura's eyes roll back in her head. Her head is hanging back, as though she's forgotten that her neck can support it. And, fuck, the curve of her spine. With that curve, Kakashi could as well be fucking her from behind, with her legs long and her shoulders on the ground.
He uses his thumb to rub her clit. And - because he wants to, because he can, because he can't get his cock into her but he can get his fingers in, because he needs to draw as many orgasms out of her as he can, because his pretty girl deserves to be brought to orgasm, because his sweet girl deserves all the pleasure that he can possibly give her - he pushes his last finger into her, too.
She cums almost instantly - opening stretched tight over his hand, his knuckles pressed against her g-spot, the tips of his long fingers rubbing against her walls, and his thumb sliding over the little button of nerves that is the directest way to her pleasure.
And, when she can breathe again, she moans up to Kakashi. "Please, Kashi. That's so good. Please, Kashi, one more, and then I can't anymore. Please?"
"My polite girl," Kakashi murmurs, using the hand that isn't inside her, to brush over her forehead. It leaves a bloody smear. "Anything you want."
And, he keeps moving his fingers in and on her, until she goes over once more.
When he pulls his fingers out, she's slumped placid and sleepy against his chest. He loves seeing her sleepy, fucked-out little smile directed at him. He loves the way she yawns a little, "Kashi?", when she expects him to narrate to her how he'll take care of her: dress her in her clothing, bring her water and something sweet to eat, tuck her pleased body into bed with her son, and curl up around the two.
He pulls down his mask, and kisses her gently on the forehead. His mask drips droplets of blood onto her shoulder as it moves.
He tucks her broken panties in under the crease of her thighs, and slides her leggings back up her waist. Besides being horrifically bloody from being pressed up against him, the rest of her clothing is still decent.
He lifts her up, like a little bloody princess, and carries her over to the celebrating bridge crew and the boys of his pack. The boys bring him some water, and some snacks - which Kakashi manages to convince his drowsing girl to accept. And, as the night comes and goes, Kakashi keeps watch with Sakura sleeping against his chest.
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Team Kakashi owes Tazuna a new house. Without Tenzo, it's a fairly rustic construction - the best that can be built with the available tools, expertise and gnarled coastal pines. It takes three weeks to get the house into a satisfactory condition. Given how much Kakashi's time normally costs, this house should be considered a palace. Then, Kakashi and Sasuke apply fire- and earth-jutsu to the kill-zone around the old house until there's nothing but metal slag and ash. Sasuke seems fairly happy at watching everything burn.
But during the last round of celebratory dinners, Sakura seems to be getting sick. She hasn't had much morning sickness, and the upset starts in the evening, but Kakashi doesn't worry. Except it gets worse overnight.
At around 03:00, Kakashi wakes up to Sakura curling up tightly around her stomach. Kakashi brings her some water, but she doesn't want it. He rubs her back, but that doesn't help either.
"Kashi?" she asks, voice high and scared. "It hurts."
"Shhh. My sensible girl. Drink some water, ok? Take deep breaths. You're ok, sweet one."
"Kashi? I hurt."
And, then he notices that her sleep pants are wet. She's bleeding. He tucks clean cloth up between her legs.
She notices and asks, "Kashi? Am I bleeding?"
"Yes, Sakura-chan. You're bleeding, but you're ok. Keep breathing, pretty girl. You're safe; I'm with you. I'm going to get you to the hospital, sweet girl. So, stay awake, ok? You're ok. You're safe. Breathe, and stay awake."
He summons his ninken. Pakkun - the best socialized by human standards - will keep a message for the boys. The three most combat capable, will stand guard with the boys. The fastest ninken will run ahead to Konoha and the hospital. And, the rest will hunt for Jiraiya, Tenzo, and Maito Gai, to tell them what happened and where to collect the last boys of his pack - one of whom is the Jinchuuriki of the Nine Tails, and one of whom has the most famous bloodline of the land of Fire. Neither of the boys is fast enough to keep up.
Then, he picks up Sakura, and he runs. Kakashi is fast without the Hiraishin, but with the Hiraishin he can move as fast as he can throw a kunai. It's not fast enough, though. Not when Sakura is whimpering over his shoulder. Not when he can feel that Sakura's bleeding never stops. Not when he can feel her breath become weak, and when she whispers once more: "Kashi... it hurts" before falling asleep.
They arrive at the hospital. The forewarned emergency team spirit Sakura away, already yelling measurements and orders. The emergency room receptionist tries to get Kakashi to sit in the waiting room, but Kakashi won't. He follows Sakura's scent until he's outside of room 104, and sits down on the floor, against the wall. He won't go in until they tell him he won't be in the way, but he doesn't want to have to hear about updates from the waiting room.
A nurse comes out carrying Sakura's bloody clothes. Kakashi can see that there's tissue mass in the clothes, too, not just congealed blood. Some small part of him mourns, but the majority doesn't care about anything but Sakura herself.
There's a lot of activity that Kakashi doesn't have the training to understand. And, eventually, Kakashi is invited into the room and offered a chair. Sakura is sleeping, which Kakashi takes to be a good sign. There's an old, creased copy of Icha-Icha Violence on the seat of the chair.
'There are some advantages to having been hospitalized with chakra exhaustion so frequently,' thinks Kakashi.
He sits down and holds Sakura's hand. After about 30 minutes, he opens the book.
About three quarters of the way through the book, a little piece of notepaper falls out. There's handwriting from two different people on the notepaper, tracking a short conversation between fellow Icha-Icha fans. Most of it is low-quality hypothesizing about the book that had been upcoming two years ago, but a segment catches his attention.
"Junko with Stockholm Syndrome. Thoughts?
----- positive feelings towards Yuto;
----- no previous relationship between her and Yuto;
----- she doesn't cooperate with authorities;
----- believes in Yuto's humanity, because of similar values" [1]
And, the book falls out of Kakashi's hand, the little notepaper sliding across the laminate floor.
Kakashi doesn't pick the book up again. He doesn't do anything besides stare unseeing at Sakura's hand.
It's only when the nurse comes in, that Kakashi realizes that it somehow became mid-morning. The nurse looks at the digital display with Sakura's heartbeat and blood pressure, and suddenly jumps into action. She's pressing a red button on the wall, she's injecting something into Sakura's IV, she's giving Sakura an injection of some sort, she's pushing Kakashi's chair out of the way so that a doctor and another two nurses can swarm over Sakura.
And, finally, she's saying out loud, "Time of death for Sakura is 10:17."
The only thing Kakashi can think to say is: "Hatake Sakura."
"Pardon?"
"Her name. Hatake Sakura. She was mine."
And, then Kakashi doesn't hear anything else. He just sits and stares at the bed where Sakura died. And, after the bed is wheeled away, Kakashi sits and stares at the empty room where Sakura died.
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A nurse finally leads Kakashi from the empty hospital room to the cafeteria. She puts a heavily sweetened coffee in his hand, and settles him in a chair against the wall.
Kakashi rests his head on the chair's back. He doesn't drink any coffee. He closes his one eye, and tries not to think about anything.
He should go pick up Rai-kun.
He should go take a shower and put on non-bloody clothes.
He should make sure that *someone* found the boys, and is bringing them home.
He should...
He doesn't move.
Sometime later, he hears the swish of scrubs next to him. There are people eating something next to him.
He should probably eat something.
The people next to him are talking.
"Did you hear about 104?"
"What a crying shame."
"I know. A blood-borne parasite, just left *untreated*! It's just medieval."
"All of these kunoichi. They just... don't take care of themselves."
"Why was she still even on active duty? She was 12 weeks pregnant! That's three full missed periods! She *must* have known."
"Tsch. Irresponsible."
Kakashi can hear wrappers being tossed into the trash. He opens his eye, and realizes that he's pulled out his Hiraishin kunai.
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Kakashi killed her.
He fucking killed her with his own hands. He might as well have shoved his own lightning covered hand through her chest, instead of his bloody fingers into her vagina.
He fucking killed her, and she was *his*. *His* girl, pretty and sweet and polite and sensible. *His* mate. *His* Sakura. *His*. *His*. *His*. His to protect, and his to please, and his to keep fucking safe. And, he fucking *killed* her.
He fucking killed her, despite trying so hard to make the best of a terrible situation. Everything that he did, everything that he tried, everything just went fucking wrong.
A Hatake gets *one* mate for their life. He *chose* Sakura; he made Sakura *his*. He was going to protect her. He was going to protect her from everyone, including himself, including his own fucking unreliable brain. He was going to keep her safe. He was going to give her choices, and respect her decisions, and he was even going to let her leave if that's what she wanted. And, everything that he fucking tried just went so fucking wrong.
He made sure not to shove his cock into her, in the field, so that he would be alert enough to defend her. He chose an alternative that seemed *safe*, an alternative that wouldn't limit his best defense if he needed to move fast or fight. He specifically gave her unmistakeable signals so that *she* could chose if she wanted him or not.
And he *knew*, he *knew* that she was operating under invisible pressures! That it wasn't just the presence of a fucking Distributor that limitted her consent, but every single hold that he had over her - her isolation, her vulnerability, the painful alternatives, her own fucking son.
It should have been fucking *obvious* that her sexual preferences were aligning themselves with his. Sakura, so inexperienced, that he subconsciously thought of himself as taking her virginity. Sakura, who's dirty language only ever reflected the things that he'd said to her first. Sakura, who justified blowing him by saying that she wanted to give him what he wanted. Sakura, who fucking *told* him that she was only hot for him because he was a powerful man who wanted her.
And, Kakashi thought that he was letting her fucking *choose*! He thought that it was her free choice to accept his bloody fingers inside her. As though it was any choice at all. As though he hadn't twisted her innocent young brain into wanting exactly what he wanted. Let her choose, don't let her choose - he's fucking killed her, either way.
He could have forced her to go to the hospital. Then, she wouldn't have been on active duty, so far from Konoha. So far from the hospital. But, she would have hated him for it. And, he would have hated himself for it. And, instead, she's dead and he still hates himself for it.
And the fucking reason she was pregnant in the first place, is because Kakashi fucking reported himself. Because he fucking reported that he'd been misusing medication to keep Sakura for himself, so the next time he went to Class with her - of fucking course - the Distributor told him that he couldn't use the medication. He did his damn duty. He fucking reported himself, and by doing it, he fucking killed her.
Sakura, who never told him that he *shouldn't* feel guilty for raping her, but only ever said that guilt wasn't productive. He would have been Hokage for her. He would have fixed this for her. He would have lived with the guilt and been productive *for her*. But, it's all just gone now. What's the point without her? Sakura.
Everything that he ever tried, just went so fucking wrong. He should have known: there were never going to be any good answers.
He keeps seeing Sakura looking up at him, the same expression on her face as when she looked up at Momochi Zabuza. Kakashi raped her, and he loved her, and he fucking killed her.
He's twisting the Hiraishin kunai over in his hands. A kunai through the neck isn't the same as a katana through the intestines, but what does the symbolism matter. What can Kakashi care about honor? It's his fault that Sakura's dead. Kakashi can be dead too, for all that he cares.
He's lifting the kunai, when he sees the one-handed Distributor walk into the room. And, Kakashi's amygdala instantly decides that if Kakashi is dead for killing Sakura, then so is the Distributor who helped him.
One throw. Lightning to the chest. And, the Distributor is dead.
There's yelling in the cafeteria. Shinobi jumping to their feet, hands grabbing weapons.
And Kakashi thinks: 'Comrade-killer Kakashi'. Why would anyone care if he kills comrades? He killed Sakura with his own hands. And, it was Konoha that made him do it.
So, when the shinobi move to restrain him, Kakashi kills them for it. Throw the kunai; lightning to the chest; dead; throw; lightning; dead; throw; lightning; dead. Ten dead; then 20, 50, 90, 110.
He keeps Obito's eye closed. It's the least chakra-intensive combat he's ever experienced.
'Itachi,' Kakashi thinks. 'kohai, I get it.'
150 dead; then 170, 190, 230.
He's aware that he's being herded. After the lethal abilities of the Hiraishin were proven by Minato-sensei, the ANBU Commander and the Jounin Commander and the Hokage must have prepared counter-measures; they must have developed a plan. A horrendously expensive plan, in terms of shinobi lives lost. But, what does Kakashi care. He's already dead. He just hasn't met up with Sakura yet.
235 dead. Those are the pink warning flags of the Forest of Death. They're the same color as Sakura's hair. 243. Two fences. 246. The mine-field.
'Finally', Kakashi thinks, and nothing else.
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Konoha's propoganda team manages to suppress the news of Hatake Kakashi's passing, for two years. But, nothing stays secret forever.
On learning the news, Iwa invades. A year later, the four-year old Hatake Rai - obviously a prodigy - will be pushed through the Academy at breakneck pace.