Author: naturally morbid PM
On-Hold. AU KakaSaku. Kakashi runs an adult novelty store but it is fairly lonely, that is until Sakura comes along looking for a job to pay for college. What will ensue between them? Will it be epic love or are they headed for failure?Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Kakashi H. & Sakura H. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 13,637 - Reviews: 77 - Favs: 44 - Follows: 95 - Updated: 10-07-08 - Published: 06-23-08 - id: 4345273
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Author's Note: Yeah, not even going to defend myself with this one. My third unfinished Kakashi x Sakura. Shame on me. Though, out of all three so far, this will probably be finished first. It is only going to be a few parts long as it was supposed to be a one-shot and I divided it up for emphasis and writing purposes. Another AU. Telling you, I think I have an obsession with AUs. I looked around a bit and didn't see one like this, but if there is, please tell me about it!
I really think this job is just perfect for Kakashi, and who better to corrupt than Sakura? The name of the fic means erotic shop in French, incase you wanted to know. So, yes, I know another fic so soon. This was yet another idea that was just too good to pass up. So here you go. This will not interfere with She's Leaving Home to the best of my knowledge. This will also be only in Kakashi's point of view. So, please enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters. No money is being made off this, etc.
Also, please note that this is rated M as it contains things like sexual references and situations, language, etc.
Part One: Hire
I listened closely as the bell for the front of the store rang, signaling the entrance of potential customers. I was hardly concerned as people came and went in the store all day.
From where I was sitting, I couldn't see who entered. But usually, the customers wanted little or no interaction from me anyway.
I kept the orange romance novel in front of my face, feigning interest as I tried to identify the sort of people that had come into my shop.
It was always interesting to see what kinds of guilty pleasures and erotic treasures people would purchase from me. The type of shop I ran was less than respectable by most means.
In fact, people only seemed to come in when they thought other people weren't watching. My little shop of pleasures and taboo, the Boutique Erotique.
I sold all kinds of interesting items to people, most of my customers leaving with hints of blush and embarrassment at having to come in to see me.
Colorful dildos of every shape and size were stocked on shelves and bought by both sexes and all ages over 18 of course. Flashy and dazzling lingerie for women, most of it in one-size fits all, hanging near a changing screen and even displayed on a mannequin.
There were condoms from all over the world, in varieties that even I, the resident pervert, couldn't have imagined until I stocked them. Lubricants and creams, books, videos, edible underwear, everything that could be labeled erotic or disgusting by the outside world was in this shop.
I didn't get the stereotypical people you would think of, the drooling pedophiles and sex addicts. No, young brides and grooms came to me, businessmen and women, older women, some older men, indie rock members, military, etc.
My favorite customers to get were the just over 18 and I'm-looking-for-something-to-do or it-is-time-to-end-my-virginity kids. Yeah, they liked to come in here and act like they were experienced in front of me.
I was labeled Kakashi Hatake the resident pervert for a reason. I knew what I was doing when it came to sex. Which brings me to where this story begins. The customers that walked in.
I could hear their loud voices, teenage and giggly, signaling to any ear that they were either girls or extremely feminine guys. There were probably about three or four of them.
I figured they were either there to buy something or one of them was looking for a job. I needed to hire some help as I was bored as hell by myself all day, every day. Plus, someone had to I.D all the customers to be sure they could even be in the store.
"Oh god Hinata! Won't this look cute for you and Naruto's wedding night?" one of the girls spoke up. I figured they were in the lingerie part of the store. I let the book down some, scanning the store.
I could see the brilliant white lace of the bustier and garter set one of them was holding up. That was a favorite with all the virgin brides that came in.
I couldn't hear the girl's soft reply but I heard the ones with her laugh as they examined other parts of the store. Must have been the bride and her bride's maids.
"What about this?" another voice asked. This time the similar red bustier was flashed up. I could see a flash of pink along with it.
"Oh that's a nice choice Sakura. Hey, are you going to get one of the applications or are we going to hunt somewhere else?"
Now I was confused. I thought they were shopping. I raised an eyebrow. I wasn't even pretending to read now.
"Yeah, just pick out what you want to get before Hinata faints and I'll just get them in the same go." I could hear one set of footsteps and I made a hasty attempt to appear interested in the first volume of Icha Icha Paradise.
Without letting her know I was looking, I could see a maroon zippered vest covering ample breasts teamed with some kind of black bottom. She cleared her throat and I looked up, giving her a lazy once over with my one visible eye.
"Yes?" I asked simply.
She had probably just turned eighteen but her body looked more mature than her face did. I judged her breasts to be about a forty C? Maybe D?
Her waist was slim, giving way to well-rounded hips. I guessed those to be about a 10? She was kind of hippy, but that was fine. It gave her that famous hourglass appearance.
But her face, her face was youthful. It was creamy and perfect skin, framing brilliant and probably glossed lips with bright green eyes, like a sage green. Her whole face was rather rounded.
She had a warm smile and perfect teeth. I wanted to slap myself in the face as I noticed her hair. How could I have missed that shocking shade of pink?
She must have been Sakura. Her hair was the color of the petals and I had to wonder if it was natural or dyed. I had been so focused on studying her that I forgot she was talking to me.
"Hm?" I asked, allowing myself to rest on the counter, propped up by my elbow and palm. She looked a little taken back.
"I was asking could I have an application," she said. Her voice wasn't cold or ill tempered on the surface, but the way she worded it and the way it spilled from her lips gave me incentive to give her the application as fast as possible, disregarding my usual lazy behavior.
"There," I said, handing a pen over as well.
"Thank you," she told me brightly as she moved a little ways down the counter, standing next to the mini vibrators. Even if she thought she had her blush under control, I could still see it faintly coloring her cheeks and neck.
I picked up my book again, but it was only in hopes of fooling her. I watched her hand move across the paper, studying the way that she made her letters like the way the "y" curled back on itself.
I had to wonder why she would want a job in here. She was obviously a goody-two shoes, a paradox. Even if her hair was a strange color, and I wasn't one to talk with my premature white and grey, she was still rather innocent and cute.
"Sakura, are you filling out the application?"
"Yes," she called back as two more girls came into view. The one leading was blond, her hair cascading from a high ponytail to around her waist, some of the hair styled around her face.
She was wearing a purple jogging suit. She wasn't blushing about anything. I saw her teal eyes take in the items she was passing with a small and knowing smile. Even the bustier she was holding failed to wreck her pale appearance. She had experience over the other two.
The girl following her, however, was blushing to the roots of her pixie-cut glossed black locks and was trying not to look at anything around them. She was pressing her index fingers together and trying not to stumble.
She was a bride? Wow, wasn't she in for a nasty surprise. She was a little smaller than the other two, wearing a white jacket and black pants.
"Ino, you don't have to do this," she said to the blond girl. She smiled at me and set the bustier down on the counter. Sakura's eyes glanced over at it. It was the red one.
"Nonsense. You're going to need this for a beast like Naruto," Ino said, winking at me. Ino just wasn't my type right off the bat, or Hinata for that matter.
"Will this be all?" I asked. I didn't move an inch though. Hinata blushed and looked away from me. I wasn't trying to imagine her in the outfit.
Innocent girls were things I liked, but she was too innocent for my taste, just as Ino was too experienced. No, their friend Sakura was more what I was looking for.
And I guess my shop was something that she was looking for, even if I wasn't. She needed a job and I was willing to hire.
"Yeah," the blond smiled as she dug around in her purse. "And Sakura needs a job."
"Hey Ino, I can do this myself," the pink haired girl told her. Hinata just looked at me as I was the least offensive of all things in the shop.
"Fine," Ino sighed, rolling her eyes. I kept my book in one hand as I totaled the bustier with the other. I had done this enough times that it was a simple task. "You must really be desperate for money to even apply here."
I took some offense to that, but didn't voice it. Why should I argue with a teenager about my line of chosen work? Exactly.
"It's not that I'm desperate, it's just that I really want to get into college so I can go to medical school. I'm going to need job experience and money." Speaking of money,
"The total is twenty-five," I told Ino. She forked over the cash. "Do you want it in a bag or does she want to wear it out?" I nodded in Hinata's direction. What can I say? I had a cruel sense of humor.
The girl gasped and looked faint as she now even avoided me. Ino started laughing loudly and Sakura smirked a little as she finished filling out the paper.
"Oh, you're funny," Ino smiled as she tried to stop laughing. "We'll just take it wrapped, unless you want to wear it," she winked.
"No thanks," I declined. "Red isn't my color. Though if you had bought the white one I would have considered it."
Ino roared with laughter, which was quite frankly starting to get on my nerves. I glanced at Sakura to see that she was kind of blushing.
"Come on Hinata, we'll go sit in the car and wait for Sakura." The blond helped the girl out of the store and away from me. I felt rather sorry for her. That just left me and Sakura alone.
"I'm sorry about them," she said as she looked over the paper a few times. "Ino gets out of hand when taken in public," she grinned.
"That's okay. I put up with amateur comedians all day," I nodded. She laughed a little. It was a sweet sound.
"Here, I think I have everything on there." She gave me the paper and pen back. I could feel her eyes searching my visible features. You could almost hear her questions.
To add to the shady effect of my store, I kept the lower portion of my face covered with a loose scarf and an eye patch over my strange bi-colored eye and scar. It made people nervous so that they avoided me and my books or paid and left as fast as they could.
But this girl reeked of curiosity. No wonder she wanted the medical profession. She probably had a question for every item in the store, even if she was too shy to ask them.
I looked over her resume, analyzing the neat handwriting and the information about her. She was eighteen, living in a rough part of town, and had never been employed before.
That sign in the dirty window of my store was gone as of today, she just didn't know that yet.
"May I have your identification for a moment?" She pulled the driver's license from her tiny purse, sliding it across the slick counter to me.
The picture must have been taken when she was fifteen, but that was a minor detail. It was her and she was eighteen as of March twenty-eighth. Perfect.
"Well," I said, handing the I.D back to her, "You're hired." She looked shocked.
"I got the job?" she asked. "Really?"
"Yes. You're hired. When can you start?" Today was Thursday, maybe she could train tomorrow?
"Anytime. This is great, thank you for hiring me Mr.?"
"Kakashi Hatake," I informed her. "Drop the Mr."
"Okay. Yes, thank you. I can start whenever you want me to." For a pervert like me, that sent many thoughts through my head and none of them 'G' rated.
"Well, can you start training tomorrow?"
"Yes, I sure can." Maybe her cheerful demeanor would invite people into the store. This place could use some more customers.
"Great. Just be here around two."
"Okay. Thank you again, you won't regret this." No, I wouldn't regret this at all. I needed something to spice life up every now and again. I just never foresaw how much she would spice it up.
I watched her run out the door to her friends. I didn't move right away to take the sign out of the window. I was lazy, what could I say? The book was still in my hand, I swear I should just get it surgically attached.
I fingered the worn pages, yellowed and crinkled from my abuse. Not that I didn't like all of the other books in the series, just that this was the one that gave me the idea to start the shop in the first place.
I tried to imagine how training Sakura Haruno would go. She would have to be educated about all of the products in the store, in depth.
I wasn't saying I was going to sleep with her, not yet anyway. I just couldn't wait to watch the blush creep up her cheeks when I told her what everything was for and what she would have to tell customers when they would ask.
Told you I had a screwed up sense of humor.
She had blushed slightly at the mini vibrating dildos on the counter; just imagine what she would do when she saw the large ones. I could imagine that she had never seen a real live penis.
I wondered if maybe it was a mistake, hiring someone as young and inexperienced as her on, but the thought was fleeting and soon gone. I made few mistakes.
I got up and slouched over to retrieve the sign before anyone else tried to change my mind. Though, it didn't look like I would have any more customers for the day.
That didn't bother me. I could read the ending for around the millionth time. The silence was deafening already, but I had never noticed it until I heard that girl's laugh.
I could have turned on some music, but I remembered it mostly shit with erotic beats and meant to be used in strip joints or bad porno. The book wasn't boring me, I just had other things on my mind.
It had been a while since I had anyone working in the store with me. I never slept with any of my coworkers, but I did like to play with them until they eventually quit. I, as a rule, never hired men.
The amount of testosterone along with mine would have been too much to handle, though the man that wrote my favorite novels came to visit me sometimes. Jiraiya.
As the day wore on, I had a few more customers, all male. They were in and out of the shop so fast that I hardly paid attention to their features.
Alone, I closed up the shop and headed home. I only lived a few blocks away. It was probably around eleven? It would be after twelve before I went to bed as I had eight dogs to feed and care for.
Plus, after walking all of them, I would be in some serious need of alcohol. Relaxing would take some time. No wonder the store only opened after one o' clock.
I was living up to what my best friend Obito had said all along. I was lazy, just like him. I guess all those years in school together must have worn off on me.
Obito Uchiha had been the closest thing to a friend I had for fifteen years of my life. We had made it all the way from elementary school to high school together, even through the suicide of my father.
It was a stormy night. Obito and I had been riding with a family member of his, taking me home. There was a blow out and the car rolled, Obito thrown from it, the vehicle rolling on top of him.
My face was cut up, a thick piece of the windshield gave me the deep scar on my left eye. I had survived and I was alone again.
In the years since then, I couldn't call anyone close really. Sure I shared common interests, naturally running an adult novelty store, everyone was sure to share some kind of interest with me.
I had begun to wear the scarf the lower half of my face after the bandages were removed, for that security, and the eye patch to keep attention off; though sometimes it felt like more attention was drawn.
I planned ahead of time for my new employee's questions in regards to my appearance. I tried to plan for everything that she would need to learn and all of the questions she would have for that as well. But in the end, I just settled to take everything as it was thrown at me.
I woke up around twelve thirty to several dogs laying on top of me, their body heat soaking through the covers to mine. My legs were sweating and I tried to kick them off of me.
Begrudgingly, one by one, they jumped to the floor gracefully so that I could untangle my legs from the sheets and get ready. I scratched my messy grey head, not even bothering to style my hair as I headed for the shower.
Seven dogs followed me, then waited patiently as I bathed and then walked around in the nude. It was my apartment. Who said I couldn't do that?
I was over thirty after all. If you can't walk around naked by then in a dwelling that you pay for by the month, then what can you do?
The dogs followed me, trying to lick the water off my legs as I tied a towel around my waist loosely once I got to my bedroom. Too bad they couldn't come to work with me. They were all strays of various colors and sizes.
I could go for another day without shaving, since I was the only one who saw my mug every day. I dressed in jeans and a faded out rock t-shirt, replacing my eye patch and scarf.
I only lowered it to allow my daily fuel to course down my dry throat so that the caffeine would charge my system and I would at least be half awake at work.
Relaxing had taken me longer than normal last night, since I had apprehensions about work today and a certain pink-haired girl continued to invade my thoughts.
I knew nothing about her. It was a simple obsession and would fade in time, I berated myself with. It was nothing.
The dogs all watched me, almost seeming to smile. It looked like today might be a good day.
Maybe it would just shake my whole world.
As humans we tended to get hung up in the mundane of everyday tasks. Go to work, be nice to customers, read alone, go home, walk dogs, drink a beer or two, jack off, and then go to bed.
I needed this new employee.
I fed them and then left to go and open the shop. It was around one thirty.
As I opened up the store like normal, I tried not to count down the moments until she arrived to mix me up from my usual habits and my familiar orange book.
I resumed my place behind the counter, watching the clock with a scowl. Time was dragging along just for me. Not even my Icha Icha Paradise could save me.
"Am I late?" a sweet voice asked from the door. I turned my head from the wall so fast that my neck spasmed and I couldn't move my head. I had been staring at the clock for so long that I hadn't noticed the hands move.
"No, right on time." I didn't know and I didn't care. She walked the rest of the way in the shop.
She was wearing a short plaid black and pink skirt with a white top and black mary janes. The skirt was probably mid thigh at the most. This was going to be a good day.
"Great," she smiled as she walked around the counter to stand in front of me. "So, where do I start?"
"Well…" My voice drifted off as I looked at her. "You start with a one on one introduction to the shop and every item in it." I gestured my arm to the shelves and crannies. Her green eyes widened.
Let the training begin.
Author's End Note: Like it? Hate it? Think it has potential? Mistakes? Anything else?