Title: A Prank Gone Wrong

Pairing: Kakasaku

Chapter: Chapter Five ‘Just A Friendly Visit’

Warning: Erm, some bad language and slight canoodling?

Summary: What happens when Naruto teaches Sakura his Sexy technique to test whether Sasuke is really gay or not? Well, their plan doesn’t go right, that’s for sure. Instead of finding the truth to the Uchiha’s sexuality, Sakura catches the attention of an unexpected jounin.

A Prank Gone Wrong

Working within the premises of Konoha General Hospital as a medic-nin and also being a representative of the Hokage as a student, you’d expect she’d be privileged with special treatments such as leaving work early and taking breaks whenever you felt the need. But to Sakura’s utter disdain, she worked three times harder than any other ordinary medic-nin.

Not only was she worked to the bone during her twelve hour rotations but she was always expected to be merry and positive while healing and curing the ill and wounded till the wee hours of the night, their screams and shrieks of pain the only sounds that reached her ears. So Sakura could quite confidently say that she had mastered the skill to plaster a smile upon her face and keep it there, despite the circumstances.

So without much difficulty she had put that very same smile she reserved for her patients for the man that stood so relaxed at her door; his presence unwanted and irked her at this point in time. Not only had he humiliated her pride but he was now going to deprive her of her hot chocolate and an afternoon of chick flicks – these two wonderful and very essential things in her life had gone flying out the window as fast as the idea had come to fruition.

She shuffled her way towards him as casually as she could and pulled out her keys and Kakashi stepped aside.

“Why did you come here?” she asked through gritted teeth, and she fought hard to suppress the anger and embarrassment she felt earlier towards this man, the raging handful of emotions within her had yet to ebb away. She continued at his silence. “Is it that important?”

He nodded and she couldn’t help but feel defeated as her resolve slowly withered away.

“What’s wrong?”

His single exposed eye smiled. “Does something have to be wrong for me to visit my most favouritest student?”

She rolled her eyes at his mocking tone and opened the front door and let Kakashi and herself in, tossing her bag down against a nearby wall.

It wasn’t the first time that Kakashi had visited her home, though it certainly was the first in a long time. During his visits, Naruto and Sasuke had always been there to accompany him and they were mainly about mission details that had been assigned to them and the occasional drink up that Kakashi never really participated in. But now with the absence of her other teammates, she couldn’t help but wonder what this was exactly about.

Kakashi sauntered forward wordlessly, settling himself down by the low coffee table which team seven usually sat at when they came over, and she entered her kitchen to start up some tea.

“So what’s this about sensei? I doubt this is just a friendly visit,” she spoke loud enough for him to hear her in the other room.

There was a short pause, “What if it is just a friendly visit?” He answered unhelpfully.

She frowned at his question to question answer. “Well, is it?” She poured hot water into a pot of dried leaves, her anger beginning to boil again much like said hot water.

“No.”

“So, it’s not just a friendly visit?” she said on a sigh, not in the mood for his perplexing talking mannerisms, she entered the room which Kakashi was in and set the teapot down, pouring two cups of steaming hot tea, knowing quite well that he wasn’t going to be taking down his mask to drink, but she figured it would be rude not to offer.

Joining Kakashi she sat cross legged across from him, his gaze never shifted from her since she’d come into the room, his lone eye as impassive and unreadable as ever. Not to mention absolutely irritating. She stared right back, her delicate pink brow raised expectantly and trying to mirror his bored expression.

A few moments passed by till he finally decided to explain his rather persistent presence in recent events, “We’ve been assigned a mission.”

Sakura would have fallen face flat down had she been standing, but she wasn’t, so instead a low audible groan erupted from the back of her throat in absolute disbelief, slamming a frustrated fist on the table, the impact making the porcelain quiver and tremble in its wake. “You mean all this time you’ve been trying to tell me that we have a mission?” He nodded sheepishly once and she ground her teeth. “Why didn’t you say so in the beginning? Instead of complicating everything by inviting me for coffee and then asking me an insanely stupid question that has nothing to do with anything?!”

“Couldn’t help myself,” he smiled, and Sakura’s irritated glare watched as his expression abruptly turned serious. “But, what I asked you is relevant to the mission that has been assigned to us.”

She scoffed, realising that she’d leant far over the coffee table she sat back down, forcing herself to calm down as the violent storm of anger within her finally slowed to an abrupt halt, enabling her to think more rationally.

“So...how come Naruto and Sasuke aren’t here to - ?”

“Tsunade has already notified them about our given mission, and are very well informed of the details with it.”

She threw him a suspicious, questioning look. “And why wasn’t I there when she informed them about this? I am part of the team you know,” she tried hard not to sound too hurt at the prospect of being left out.

“You were working,” he said simply. “And Shizune was pestering Tsunade about her overdue paperwork again, and being team leader, naturally, I was sent to tell you about it,” he shrugged and glanced back at her. “Is there a problem with me being here? I can leave if you’re so kee –”

“No,” Sakura said a little too quickly, and she continued, recovering from here short slip-up. “It’s not that. You can stay. I was just asking,” she waved a hand dismissively.

He nodded. “Ah.”

“So what’s the mission? When is it and where to?”

Kakashi took in a steadying deep breath, preparing himself for the lengthy explanation that was about to unfold. He inwardly wished that he had dragged Naruto and Sasuke with him; they could have helped explain things here and there and made his job that much easier. But Sasuke thought it was pointless for him to listen to the mission details twice, saying he’d already memorized them all. And Naruto had stated that he had some business to attend to before laughing nervously and began following Sasuke sneakily. Well, as sneakily as Uzumaki Naruto could possibly achieve.

It wasn’t that Kakashi had a problem with being alone with Sakura; he just never particularly enjoyed talking for any long lengths of time. He’d sometimes find himself asking why he ever decided to commit to becoming a teacher, and then he’d remember the days he spent with Obito or the days working in ANBU and would suddenly remember why exactly he chose to redirect his life.

All in all, he just hated having to speak about topics that were just impossible to describe in a few words, though things definitely could have been worse.

He could have been explaining this to Naruto.

And this was a comforting thought when he reached for the handy pocket of his jounin vest to run a thumb along the button to release the scroll tucked neatly inside. Spreading the mission related papers unceremoniously on the table, Kakashi put on his best formal and serious tone and Sakura listened fixedly, head in hands and elbows on the table.

“Kiyomori Natsu is our client and has asked us to assassinate a crime lord named Hisashi Haruko. Kiyomori is the mistress of the ‘Heaven on Earth’ brothel which is located in the red-light district in a city called Amahara near the Fire Country’s Northern borders. It is –”

Kakashi stopped short when he noticed Sakura’s face had twisted into a look of disgust. “What?”

“A brothel?” she shrieked. “We’re helping a lady who owns a brothel?”

Kakashi nodded slowly once and realization prickled uncomfortably over Sakura’s skin, her green eyes wide with shock and alarm. “Wait! Is this why you asked me about - about that this morning? Because I need to –”

“Sakura,” his firm and reassuring voice silenced her. “Calm down, let me explain to you first. Don’t draw your own conclusions just yet.”

She continued to gawk at him fearfully and Kakashi proceeded with his briefing when she didn’t say anything more, having managed to calm herself down enough to listen.

He cleared his throat. “Anyway, the city Amahara is not too far from here, it may take us about two to three days if there aren’t too many interruptions along the way. We’ll be leaving the day after tomorrow, so we better use that time to stock up on supplies.” He shuffled through the mission papers and pulled out the map to point a finger at a location with small black letters across it stating ‘Amahara’. “This is where we’re heading and where we’ll be attacking him, and this,” he pointed somewhere north east from Amahara. “Is the target’s hideout.”

She raised a brow, “Why not assault the hideout directly?”

“The location is hard to discern as the area is infested with bandits who are in some kind of alliance with Hisashi. Also it would take a lot more resources and man power available in order to assault a fortress filled with enemies, it’d be much easier dealing with him if he were alone and away from his defences.”

She nodded in understanding, still troubled over what this mission had in store for her.

He stopped abruptly and looked up at her with a smile and said. “It is always better to wait until the turtle pokes its vulnerable head out rather than try and smash your way through its shell.”

Sakura met his smiling eye with a raised brow. “Sensei, where in the hell do you get all these lame phrases from?”

“I make them up.”

“Well, they sound like something from a badly dubbed Kung-fu movie.”

His smile faltered. “Well, at least ‘Underneath the underneath’ is original.”

She chuckled softly to herself and Kakashi beamed at her. When her laughter stopped, Sakura turned her attention back to the papers that lay in no particular order in front of her, fingers flipping casually through the loose pages and skim reading various details here and there.

“So tell me why exactly are we killing this Hisashi guy? He must have done something pretty bad to make someone hate him so much.”

Kakashi placed his hand under his chin thoughtfully, “Hmm...Well, she mentioned little of the reasons behind it, as our client she only needs to tell us so much. All we know is that Hisashi has been stirring up trouble with the women of the brothel which she owns and she apparently has been holding some sort of grudge against him for years now and wants him dead.”

“That’s nice. So are you going to explain where I come in?” She asked impatiently.

“Ah, yes. Your role is quite crucial in this mission, so pay close attention. Kiyomori has given word to Hisashi that her brothel has ‘new arrivals’ and Hisashi has a tendency to try out ‘new talent’. This is how we’ll be luring him out of his hideout.”

“Don’t tell me...” she breathed incredulously, her entire being filling up with nothing but dread as her mind came to only one conclusion. “So I’m basically the bait for this mission?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say it like that, but yes. You’re right.”

She groaned miserably, slapping a frustrated hand to her forehead.

“This is why I had to ask you if you have the experience to gauge whether or not you’re capable of handling a mission of this...delicacy.”

She let the information sink in for a moment, holding the small porcelain teacup tightly in her grip, her cold fingers absorbing its warmth greedily.

“And Naruto and Sasuke are okay with this?”

“Well,” he scratched his head anxiously, “They don’t exactly know how we’ll be luring him out just yet...”

“EH?! So what you meant when you said ‘They’re very well informed of the details with it’ you actually meant ‘They haven’t the slightest clue what the hell is going on’?”

“Ah, no, no,” he waved his hand defensively when she rose from her seat, “You see, Tsunade has told them both that youandmyself will be eliminating the target together. We thought that perhaps you might prefer Naruto and Sasuke not knowing about what is being asked of you, since it might make you uncomfortable if they knew. And you know how protective and irrational Naruto can get when it comes to things like that. We wouldn’t want him popping a few tails while on a mission, now would we?”

She crossed her arms and huffed, “What if he did end up finding out on the mission? Then we’d be screwed anyway.”

“Well, if it makes you feel that upset...you could clue them in on the details.”

“WHAT?!” She scowled. “Sensei...you just don’t want to explain to Naruto...”

He looked guilty. “That’s why I’m saying you’re more than free to tell him yourself, if it makes you more comfortable that your teammates are aware of what you’ll really be up against.”

She growled. “You always complicate things...”

“I make a habit out of it.”

“I noticed.”

He smiled. “I’ll let you decide whether you want them to know.” He cleared his throat again. “Anyway, I take it you’re going to accept this mission? Or would you rather pass this one? Tsunade could always assign a more –”

“I’ll do it,” her tone was grudging. She couldn’t turn it down, she had pride and dignity. But then again...taking up a mission like this would probably cost her, her pride and dignity if the mission went awry.

“Sasuke and Naruto will handle Hisashi’s personal guards outside the premises and lend you any support they can but it is up to you to eradicate the subject. I know this is a lot to take in, in such a short time but it is a B-rank mission and the lady paid more than the required fee knowing this could possibly destroy the kunoichi involved physically and psychologically.” He paused to study her. “Are you certain you’re up for it?”

“Yes.”

“If you’re sure...”

“So what are you going to be doing?” She changed the subject, and he didn’t seem to take notice.

“I’m basically supervision. I’ll be stepping in if things get out of hand.”

Sakura’s disposition wavered and she almost choked on her words. “You mean...you’ll be- watching...me...?”

“Uh...no...I’ll be outside.”

“Then how are you supposed to know if something goes wrong?”

“Flare your chakra out as a signal and I’ll come running in.”

“Oh.” Chakra signals. It was obvious now that she thought about it.

“Kiyomori has planned out everything for you. Once we arrive at Amahara, she’ll be taking you and running you through the details.”

Sakura sighed, still grieving over the loss of a blissful morning. “What details? What more is there to killing a man who thinks he’s going to get laid?”

“Like I mentioned earlier, she’ll be telling you everything you need to know.”

Sakura rolled her eyes and Kakashi suddenly clapped his hands together and inhaled contentedly. “Well then, that’s all settled. Any further questions?”

Her gaze immediately dropped down to his hand which had suddenly moved to hover over his teacup, she watched intently for a second before blinking back up at him.

“Are you going to drink that?”

Kakashi blinked cluelessly at her for a moment then looked down at his teacup when she had gestured toward it, looking as if he just noticed his hand was there cupping it.

“Uh...no?”

“Why not?”

“Why do I have to?”

She smirked, and it looked far too evil for Kakashi’s liking, “Because it’s rude not to take when people offer you food or drink. Especially when you’re the visitor to their home,” she stated matter-of-factly.

A flash of distrust flickered in his dark, uncovered grey eye briefly, as if thinking perhaps she’d poisoned his tea or slipped some sort of drug into it before the rational side of his brain kicked in and he finally realised what her true intention was. “I thought you kids were over the novelty of removing my mask?”

Her calm composure broke as soon as he figured it out, snorting a laugh, looking anything but guilty.

“Sensei, we kids will never give up on this past time.”

“Oh?” He practically purred. “I thought you and Naruto were more obsessed over Sasuke’s sexuality nowadays?”

Sakura who had been sipping her tea quite calmly had suddenly spluttered the contents of her teacup very unwomanly-like all over the table. She hacked, wheezed and choked over nothing while Kakashi watched her gagging form with an amused expression. It was clearly the reaction he’d expected or tried to get out of her, and she was certain he was hiding a smug smirk behind that wretched mask of his.

Placing the cup calmly down on the table (with much effort), Sakura could only hope that her cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. How in the heck did he know? And why did he have to bring it up so bluntly? She cringed ever so slightly when she recalled the little fiasco she’d gotten herself into that day Kakashi had ran into her ‘Sexy Jutsu’ self. At that exact moment, Sakura wanted nothing more than to run away and disappear into some dark, dense place deep within the forest, somewhere Kakashi would never find her, then crawl on her hands and knees and bury her head deep in the ground like a large flightless bird scared shitless.

Cos that’s exactly what Haruno Sakura felt like right now. A-large-flightless-bird-scared-shitless.

Her mind raced frantically and she felt like she was having a panic attack. What if he told someone? Her breath hitched. What if he told the other Jounin’s? Or even worse, what if he told Asuma? And Asuma told Ino? What if –

“Uh – Sakura?”

She blinked up at him, face red and all, thoughts effectively interrupted. And Kakashi watched for the second time that day as Sakura’s humiliation faded to something a little more violent and a little more vicious.

“Sensei...” Sakura breathed, and Kakashi shivered undetectably at the sound of his title said with such threatening undertones. “What you saw that day will never be mentioned ever again.”

And Kakashi was very well aware of the exact day the pink headed kunoichi was referring to. The silver hair on the back of his neck stood on end, his hand moving to scratch nervously at his head. “I-I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re talking about, Sakura,” he lied reassuringly, but uncomfortably.

The girl visibly relaxed. “Good.”

Childishness be damned, she was satisfied with the fact that she had turned the tables around and had successfully turned her sensei into a cowering heap. Being in control made her feel undoubtedly better, and reassured her that said ‘prank’ wouldn’t reach anyone else’s knowledge, as Kakashi knew quite well the extent of her strength which she had demonstrated kindly on Naruto countless times before and quite recently bestowed upon Kakashi, allowing him to experience the pain himself. She felt at ease, and brought her teacup to her lips, taking a polite drink of hot tea.

Her green eyes shifted to his uncomfortable one, and a smile stretched charmingly over her graceful lips. But Kakashi was no fool. He knew that this girl sitting rather innocently across from him was capable of cracking the very earth beneath them in half if she felt like it. Yes, she was a scary woman. Sakura had made that abundantly clear the day she showed her sensei what she had accomplished in the two years he hadn’t seen her by leaving a rather gargantuan sized crack in the ground, which he was sure was still there today.

Kakashi rubbed sorely at his chin when he remembered the blow he’d received this morning from his overly-aggressive subordinate, and when Sakura’s medically trained eyes noticed his wince of pain she crawled to his side wordlessly and began to poke his raw chin mercilessly. Fully aware of who exactly was the one who caused the ache in his jaw in the first place.

“Ow,” he protested, trying to swat her hand away.

And Sakura smirked, entertained over the fact that the elite Copy ninja had just grunted a pitiful and pathetic, “ow”.

“Let me see,” she said, her fingers hooking behind his mask cautiously, aware that she could be seriously invading this man’s personal space. Her fingers had barely been able to inch his mask downward before Kakashi’s left hand suddenly caught her wrist tightly and stopped her. He watched her green eyes fixedly, and Sakura felt the dominant role promptly being taken away from her again, her body trembling the slightest under his scrutiny.

The proximity and the nonexistent gap between herself and Kakashi was a strange mix. It was nerve-racking but at the same time it was absolutely exhilarating, and it excited her. A feeling she couldn’t quite pinpoint. And when he spoke, he used the same intimidating tone she had used on him mere minutes ago, sending little cold chills up and down her spine.

“I may not have as much knowledge as you when it comes to medical ninjutsu, but I’m more than certain that you can heal me with my mask on, thank you very much.”

And that was when Sakura made a mental note in her mind to never try to remove his mask forcefully. Ever again. Or at least not anytime soon. He seemed to have grown quite an unhealthy attachment to that piece of cloth that wrapped around his lower face like a second skin, and she was eager to change that.

“But I can heal it faster without it on,” she said, trying to not sound desperate and whiny.

“I have all day.”

“I don’t,” she countered, earning her an impassive look from Kakashi.

“It’s not like the bruise is anything serious, it should only take a few seconds for a skilled and experienced medic-nin like yourself.”

With a roll of her eyes, she positioned her palms face up to his jaw line and focused her chakra, her medic mode setting in. “Kakashi, I’ve been working with you for years now. I don’t think simple flattery will work on me anymore, especially from you, the so called smooth talker.”

“Well, if my smooth talking doesn’t affect you anymore, why are you healing me now?”

“Because it’d be cruel to leave an old crippled man injured and bruised.”

She used one hand to tilt his chin up and Kakashi answered, trying to keep his mouth as still as he possibly could. “I swear...I miss the days you kids were clueless twelve year olds and used to get hyped over every little thing I said to you.”

And Sakura laughed softly at this. She found immense enjoyment from poking fun at her sensei like this. She figured in a way, that it was how she and Kakashi stayed close to each other and kept their platonic relationship light-hearted and strong.

A comfortable silence settled in the ambience of the room, and she watched with a small triumphant smile as Kakashi’s form had fallen limp, every muscle in his body had relaxed and he revelled in the cool sensations that her chakra was giving him. It was funny how someone in the bingo books and someone as dangerous of a shinobi as Kakashi could still pull off such a serene and tranquil expression.

“You know...you deserved this,” she pointed out candidly, breaking the quietness of the moment.

He hummed questioningly.

“This,” she said, touching his almost-perfectly-healed jaw, and he didn’t flinch. “You deserved it.”

His brow creased downward faintly, but he kept his eye closed, looking like he was about to fall asleep at any moment. “I didn’t do anything wrong, you just got mad at me because you thought I was –”

“– being a perverted old fart?”

He frowned, dejectedly. “That’s mean, Sakura. I’m not old. Actually, I’m still quite young, and I am in no way a paedophile. My record is clean.” He seemed pleased over this fact.

“You sound like you’re in denial.”

His eye cracked open and narrowed in a way that indicated he was pouting behind his mask and a sigh eventually escaped his lips. “My students are so mean to me.”

This time she smiled, pleased with herself.

A few moments passed by quietly before Kakashi spoke again. “So...are you?” He asked suddenly.

“Am I what?”

“Are you a virgin?”

Completely caught off guard, Sakura spluttered violently, “O-of course not!” She snapped back, blushing hotly and turned away from his face, staring intently at her hands still healing his jaw, paying no attention to his prying eye.

She thought she’d escaped this topic long ago, but she was obviously wrong, Kakashi was going to be persistent about this.

But his damn bluntness and no regard for humility was killing her!

He should know that this was a delicate topic, why did he have to catch her off guard every time and make her react so stupidly? At least give her a little warning first, so that she could prepare an appropriate reaction, is that so much to ask? Was he intentionally trying to embarrass her?

When she was able to recover herself from her unsettling state, she continued in a much softer tone. “I mean. I do have experience...enough for the mission,” she half mumbled to herself.

And she saw in the corner of her eye that Kakashi had raised a brow at her very vague reply, but he said nothing of it. And she was grateful he didn’t.

“If you say so,” and he turned his attention back to the empty space in front of him.

Sakura sighed inwardly in relief. She’d never been much of a good liar. In fact, she was really bad at it. And she was sure Kakashi of all people could tell. If he couldn’t see through her lie, then who could? She was just grateful he wasn’t barraging questions at her.

And yes, it was a lie. In all her seventeen years, the most experience Sakura had was only one kiss. He was a boy she’d met while on an unimportant mission in Suna. Sort of just a fling, a really, really short fling. They flirted, brushed shoulders, put arms around waists and played footsies under tables, and Sakura may have done it because she lacked love in her life and craved for her first kiss ever since she was twelve, even though she’d imagined it with Sasuke.

But when Sasuke had returned to the village as a very eligible bachelor- even though he’d said once that he planned on ‘reviving’ the Uchiha clan - he hadn’t since shown any signs of wanting to be intimate with any girl, effectively eliminating any wishful thinking or concocted fantasy of any sort from the female gender (and some males) in Konoha. And this included Sakura, who initially thought being his team mate meant she had a better chance.

That’s when speculations about the Uchiha’s sexuality started to surface and this little rumour spread like the plague. And of course, Naruto’s genius plan was born and had hatched into what he thought was a funny prank on his comrade.

So both her teammates were out of the question. Sasuke was possibly a fag. And Naruto was an idiot...she couldn’t imagine herself kissing him, Naruto in her mind was only a close friend.

If you can’t imagine yourself kissing them without puking, then it’s not meant to be!

That was Sakura’s philosophy.

...And besides, Sakura had a hunch that Hinata had dibs on him.

And there was really no other man in her life, save for Kakashi. Which was also a no-go. Not only was he her teacher but his sexuality could very well be questioned too. He was like thirty something years old now, and as far as she knew, he wasn’t married, never had a girlfriend and he hadn’t shown any interest in women as of yet.

And fictional characters didn’t count.

When she didn’t feel any more bruising or swelling in his chin she stopped her healing chakra flow, turning it off like a faucet and placed her hands neatly on her lap and sighed. The silence that had been comfortable a moment ago suddenly felt thick and heavy and it made her feel uneasy.

Kakashi turned to her abruptly and Sakura sat still as his gaze lingered on her with an impassive expression. And as she tried to decipher what it was he was thinking, Sakura failed to notice that his hand had swiftly moved to the space beside her hip, closing whatever gap was between them, and she was immediately aware of how dangerously close their bodies were.

Before she could ask him what on earth he was doing, there was the sound of porcelain clattering followed by the rustle of clothes and Kakashi was promptly pushing her still form roughly onto her back. His larger build hovered over her in an almost predatory manner, trapping a very dazed Sakura firmly and tightly against his chest and the carpeted floor, arms powerful and steady against each side of her face.

It all happened so fast, it left her gasping for breath and her mind a little more than confused and disoriented as she lay sprawled and helpless beneath him. Her heart had caught in her throat, and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Sakura’s hands came up to clutch frantically at his shoulder, initially intent on pushing him away, but had instead fallen limp against his neck as they locked eyes.

“Kakashi...” she breathed, the rest of that sentence lost somewhere in her voice.

His intense gaze was what kept her pinned to the ground, too shocked to do much else, but his expression and poise was gentle enough that she didn’t feel afraid. How could she be afraid? She knew Kakashi wouldn’t hurt her, even when he held her in such a vulnerable and defenceless position. But the loud and erratic beating of her heart couldn’t be ignored, like it was telling her she was meant to be afraid, as if, Kakashi was trying to evoke fear out of her.

When he pressed himself harder against her, his knee slowly found its way between her legs and Sakura’s heart backpedalled to the far walls of her ribcage.

Her green eyes widened and she scrambled to find her voice.

Was this fear she was feeling?

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Poof!

“YES! We are ready Konohamaru!”

“Yes! Let’s go find him, boss!”

“I know where he is! Let’s go, let’s go already!”

“I’m so excited! Are you, boss?”

“Of course I am! I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long now! And it’s finally here; we’re finally going to find out –”

“If Uchiha Sasuke is gay!”

“Shh! Not so loud! Someone might hear you.”

“Oops...sorry, boss.”

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*Dies*

I am so pathetic; I should dig my own grave right now. O_O My apologies won’t make up for my laziness, but I’ll say it anyway, in case some of you are willing to forgive me. =P

I’M SO SORRY.

But I did work harder on this chapter than my previous ones...I think. It’s hard to tell when the last time I updated was quite a while ago... *Looks guilty*

Sorry if my writing style has changed, but I guess that’s what happens in three years? XD This story was published three years ago! Holy crap. Is all I’ve got to say to that. And I only have five chapters posted. XD (GOMEN!!!)

And sorry for any grammar mistakes or any weird plotting in this chapter. Coming up with a mission was hard work. LOL. And it still sucked in the end. I know this plot is overdone, but it’s difficult to come up with something original, so I thought I’d have a go at writing this plot. =D Hope I didn’t kill the story.

Anyway, I’m surprised I still have enough motivation to continue this thing. Your words of encouragement make it possible. =D

Thank you!

And don’t worry, Kakashi won’t rape Sakura...much. XD Right Kakashi?

Kakashi: ...MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*snort*HAHAHAHAHA...

Okaaayyyy...if you laugh like that again, I’ll dump you for Deidara.

Kakashi: ...Aw...

SUGAR FTW. 8D

Stay tuned for more KakaSaku canoodling and Sasu-gayness!

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