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Title: White Flag
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Sakura, Kakashi
Summary: "I left too much mess and destruction to come back again." She'd practiced her smile in front of the mirror, over and over again, until she thought it was impossible that her lips would do anything but curve into her bright, un-invested, I'm-perfectly-fine smile at the sight of him, but suddenly he was slouched in front of her, no warning at all and instead of smiling at him the way she intended, her breath caught in her throat and her mouth twisted, tremulous, hurt, weak.
She meant to smile.
It's just that he'd startled her, appearing right as she exited the restroom, hands still damp and hair curling about her face, bangs de-emphasizing her forehead as much as possible. She'd practiced her smile in front of the mirror, over and over again, until she thought it was impossible that her lips would do anything but curve into her bright, un-invested, I'm-perfectly-fine smile at the sight of him, but suddenly he was slouched in front of her, no warning at all and instead of smiling at him the way she intended, her breath caught in her throat and her mouth twisted, tremulous, hurt, weak.
She recovered, forced happiness into her tone, like one week ago he hadn't broken her heart.
"Good evening sensei," she chirped, and went to squeeze by him, to rejoin her friends in the main room. Only he reached out, wrapped his hand around the back of her neck.
A fractional pause, and her hands were forming the seals for the strongest concealment genjutsu that she knew as Kakashi pulled her back into the bathroom.
The blonde shinobi fixing her lipstick at the sinks didn't even flick her eyes toward them as they came through the swinging door, as Kakashi pulled Sakura into a stall.
She turned, flicking the lock closed out of habit, and Kakashi's mouth was on her neck, lips warm behind his mask. He pulled her to him, wrapping his left arm around her and hoisting her up to a more convenient height.
He bit at the back of her neck, a delicious mix of teeth under the soft cotton of his mask. She could hear everything perfectly, the hiss of his breath, the rustle of their clothes, her pulse thrumming in her throat, the protracted rubber-against-cloth slide as she restlessly moved the soles of her shoes down his shins and back again. Sakura pressed her hips back, arching against him, her hands over her mouth. This wasn't like before, the first time the world dropped out from under her (again, it had happened again, she should have seen it coming, why had she thought she was special enough to keep when she never had been before?) and she'd almost been struck deaf, blood roaring in her ears like a tower falling. She hadn't actually heard him break up with her; it had been fragmented words piercing through the screaming in her head (mistake, shouldn't have, I'm sorry, better if, he'd said and all she could hear was worthless, worthless, worthless) and the way he tugged at the knot of his hitai-ate and didn't look at her.
But she hadn't begged.
She hadn't pleaded.
She hadn't cried in front of him.
And it didn't matter that she'd done all that locked in her room, that she'd gone out to the training grounds, punching and kicking until her chakra was gone and her knuckles were bloody and the ground was so mauled and shattered that she'd twisted her ankle walking back to somewhere that wasn't broken down to bedrock.
She hadn't done any of that where he could see her, and now, as his right hand stroked her through her black shorts, as he rocked into her from behind, the added friction of their clothes making everything delicious and so not-satisfying, she pressed her hands over her mouth and didn't make a sound.
She didn't whimper when his fingers slipped into her shorts, down, down, down, stroking her damp slit, didn't moan when he nuzzled at her hairline, breath hot on her ear, didn't cry out in protest when the door slammed open, loud, obnoxious voices echoing off the walls and Kakashi froze.
"Hinata, spill," Ino said, locking the door behind them.
"I d-don't think we should-" Hinata stuttered.
Sakura bit the edge of her palm in frustration. Kakashi's fingers had stopped moving against her and she clenched her thighs together, his hand caught between them as she shifted and rocked back against his erection, trying to get some relief from the jagged heat that was coiled at the junction of her legs, even more desperate for respite from the jagged ache in her heart.
"Don't be a goose," Ino said, peering under the stalls, her oblivious blue eyes inches from Sakura's dangling toes. "We're completely alone. Now tell, tell, tell!"
Hinata made inarticulate noises and then went, "There's really n-nothing to t-tell."
Sakura dragged her heels down Kakashi's shins, hard. He hissed in pain, fingers twitching, and her whole body jerked in reaction.
"Yeah," Ino said sarcastically, "Neji just totally owned Naruto in front of the entire bar for no reason."
Sakura had the idle thought that she should be concerned about that, but Kakashi was stroking her, sliding his thumb over her clit, one hard stroke that had her back arching, two fingers dipping into her entrance teasingly and then retreating, and while she could care less about whatever moronic thing Naruto had done, it would be very, very hard.
And she had something else that was very, very hard and much more pleasant to deal with at the moment.
Kakashi was holding her so tightly against him that it was hard to breathe, that she could feel the pockets on his flak vest digging into her shoulder blades, so close that there was no way she could fit a hand between them to stroke him the way he was stroking her, so she merely reached back, running one hand through his hair as he panted against the nape of her neck.
His fingers were sliding against her, inside her, circling and stroking and tugging and even though she knew she was close, her orgasm still blindsided her, surging up her spine and down her legs in a heady rush of pain-pleasure.
Sakura's fingers tangled around the knot of his hitai-ate as she jerked against him, as he ground against her ass, seeking his own relief.
She dropped her hand to his, tentatively running her fingers across his bare knuckles, lightly touching his finger nails, the steel plate on his gloves cool against her palm.
Kakashi twisted his wrist, roughly tangling their fingers together, gripping so hard she felt something crack. She squeezed back, feeling needy and pathetic and wanting and then he was shuddering against her, breath catching in his throat as he came.
He exhaled slowly, and then he was lowering her to the ground.
As soon as her toes touched the floor, she stepped as far away as she could in the close space, running her hands through her hair and trying to think up something witty and mature and confident to say.
His hand lingered at the curve of her hip for a moment, toying with the edge where her medic skirt ended and there was a glimpse of bare skin, before he jerked it away, like he'd suddenly realized that she was Sakura, worthless, waste-of-time Sakura, nobody special enough to screw around with twice.
Really, she should comment about that, say something bitchy and cruel about the fact that he seemed to make the same mistakes over and over and over again, but if she spoke she was going to cry and she wasn't going to cry in front of him. She wasn't twelve anymore; he may have broken her heart, but she wasn't going to be weak, she wasn't.
She slammed the lock open hard enough to have the metal bending, throwing the door open. Her genjustsu was still in effect, still perfect, and neither Hinata, backed against one of the sinks, nor Ino, looming over her and pressing for details, reacted.
Kakashi reached for her shoulder and she ducked away. She caught a glimpse of them in the mirror as she rushed out. Her face was bloodless, eyes wide and wounded, wet and bloodshot, while Kakashi stood behind her. His hand was outstretched, and as she watched his fingers curled and his arm dropped. She must have accidentally pushed his hitai-ate up, because the tomoe in his sharingan were swirling gently as he looked after her.
She almost apologized at the sight; she was sure he wouldn't want to recall this perfectly.
She didn't want to recall this at all.
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Sakura, Kakashi
Summary: "I left too much mess and destruction to come back again." She'd practiced her smile in front of the mirror, over and over again, until she thought it was impossible that her lips would do anything but curve into her bright, un-invested, I'm-perfectly-fine smile at the sight of him, but suddenly he was slouched in front of her, no warning at all and instead of smiling at him the way she intended, her breath caught in her throat and her mouth twisted, tremulous, hurt, weak.
She meant to smile.
It's just that he'd startled her, appearing right as she exited the restroom, hands still damp and hair curling about her face, bangs de-emphasizing her forehead as much as possible. She'd practiced her smile in front of the mirror, over and over again, until she thought it was impossible that her lips would do anything but curve into her bright, un-invested, I'm-perfectly-fine smile at the sight of him, but suddenly he was slouched in front of her, no warning at all and instead of smiling at him the way she intended, her breath caught in her throat and her mouth twisted, tremulous, hurt, weak.
She recovered, forced happiness into her tone, like one week ago he hadn't broken her heart.
"Good evening sensei," she chirped, and went to squeeze by him, to rejoin her friends in the main room. Only he reached out, wrapped his hand around the back of her neck.
A fractional pause, and her hands were forming the seals for the strongest concealment genjutsu that she knew as Kakashi pulled her back into the bathroom.
The blonde shinobi fixing her lipstick at the sinks didn't even flick her eyes toward them as they came through the swinging door, as Kakashi pulled Sakura into a stall.
She turned, flicking the lock closed out of habit, and Kakashi's mouth was on her neck, lips warm behind his mask. He pulled her to him, wrapping his left arm around her and hoisting her up to a more convenient height.
He bit at the back of her neck, a delicious mix of teeth under the soft cotton of his mask. She could hear everything perfectly, the hiss of his breath, the rustle of their clothes, her pulse thrumming in her throat, the protracted rubber-against-cloth slide as she restlessly moved the soles of her shoes down his shins and back again. Sakura pressed her hips back, arching against him, her hands over her mouth. This wasn't like before, the first time the world dropped out from under her (again, it had happened again, she should have seen it coming, why had she thought she was special enough to keep when she never had been before?) and she'd almost been struck deaf, blood roaring in her ears like a tower falling. She hadn't actually heard him break up with her; it had been fragmented words piercing through the screaming in her head (mistake, shouldn't have, I'm sorry, better if, he'd said and all she could hear was worthless, worthless, worthless) and the way he tugged at the knot of his hitai-ate and didn't look at her.
But she hadn't begged.
She hadn't pleaded.
She hadn't cried in front of him.
And it didn't matter that she'd done all that locked in her room, that she'd gone out to the training grounds, punching and kicking until her chakra was gone and her knuckles were bloody and the ground was so mauled and shattered that she'd twisted her ankle walking back to somewhere that wasn't broken down to bedrock.
She hadn't done any of that where he could see her, and now, as his right hand stroked her through her black shorts, as he rocked into her from behind, the added friction of their clothes making everything delicious and so not-satisfying, she pressed her hands over her mouth and didn't make a sound.
She didn't whimper when his fingers slipped into her shorts, down, down, down, stroking her damp slit, didn't moan when he nuzzled at her hairline, breath hot on her ear, didn't cry out in protest when the door slammed open, loud, obnoxious voices echoing off the walls and Kakashi froze.
"Hinata, spill," Ino said, locking the door behind them.
"I d-don't think we should-" Hinata stuttered.
Sakura bit the edge of her palm in frustration. Kakashi's fingers had stopped moving against her and she clenched her thighs together, his hand caught between them as she shifted and rocked back against his erection, trying to get some relief from the jagged heat that was coiled at the junction of her legs, even more desperate for respite from the jagged ache in her heart.
"Don't be a goose," Ino said, peering under the stalls, her oblivious blue eyes inches from Sakura's dangling toes. "We're completely alone. Now tell, tell, tell!"
Hinata made inarticulate noises and then went, "There's really n-nothing to t-tell."
Sakura dragged her heels down Kakashi's shins, hard. He hissed in pain, fingers twitching, and her whole body jerked in reaction.
"Yeah," Ino said sarcastically, "Neji just totally owned Naruto in front of the entire bar for no reason."
Sakura had the idle thought that she should be concerned about that, but Kakashi was stroking her, sliding his thumb over her clit, one hard stroke that had her back arching, two fingers dipping into her entrance teasingly and then retreating, and while she could care less about whatever moronic thing Naruto had done, it would be very, very hard.
And she had something else that was very, very hard and much more pleasant to deal with at the moment.
Kakashi was holding her so tightly against him that it was hard to breathe, that she could feel the pockets on his flak vest digging into her shoulder blades, so close that there was no way she could fit a hand between them to stroke him the way he was stroking her, so she merely reached back, running one hand through his hair as he panted against the nape of her neck.
His fingers were sliding against her, inside her, circling and stroking and tugging and even though she knew she was close, her orgasm still blindsided her, surging up her spine and down her legs in a heady rush of pain-pleasure.
Sakura's fingers tangled around the knot of his hitai-ate as she jerked against him, as he ground against her ass, seeking his own relief.
She dropped her hand to his, tentatively running her fingers across his bare knuckles, lightly touching his finger nails, the steel plate on his gloves cool against her palm.
Kakashi twisted his wrist, roughly tangling their fingers together, gripping so hard she felt something crack. She squeezed back, feeling needy and pathetic and wanting and then he was shuddering against her, breath catching in his throat as he came.
He exhaled slowly, and then he was lowering her to the ground.
As soon as her toes touched the floor, she stepped as far away as she could in the close space, running her hands through her hair and trying to think up something witty and mature and confident to say.
His hand lingered at the curve of her hip for a moment, toying with the edge where her medic skirt ended and there was a glimpse of bare skin, before he jerked it away, like he'd suddenly realized that she was Sakura, worthless, waste-of-time Sakura, nobody special enough to screw around with twice.
Really, she should comment about that, say something bitchy and cruel about the fact that he seemed to make the same mistakes over and over and over again, but if she spoke she was going to cry and she wasn't going to cry in front of him. She wasn't twelve anymore; he may have broken her heart, but she wasn't going to be weak, she wasn't.
She slammed the lock open hard enough to have the metal bending, throwing the door open. Her genjustsu was still in effect, still perfect, and neither Hinata, backed against one of the sinks, nor Ino, looming over her and pressing for details, reacted.
Kakashi reached for her shoulder and she ducked away. She caught a glimpse of them in the mirror as she rushed out. Her face was bloodless, eyes wide and wounded, wet and bloodshot, while Kakashi stood behind her. His hand was outstretched, and as she watched his fingers curled and his arm dropped. She must have accidentally pushed his hitai-ate up, because the tomoe in his sharingan were swirling gently as he looked after her.
She almost apologized at the sight; she was sure he wouldn't want to recall this perfectly.
She didn't want to recall this at all.
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Anyway, excellent! Hotness and bitterness. I can imagine them both getting off on public bathroom sex, Kakashi especially.
It made me wonder, as I was reading, how many times there's two ninja secretly fucking in the corner of, like, every scene in the manga. Do they do this all the time? Is it the secret sport of Konoha--to have sex in wild public places but use a jutsu so no one catches you? IS THERE PORN ALL AROUND US?
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And what I figured happened between Sakura and Kakashi was that they were in a decently long term (like, over a month at least) during which they told no one, and then one week before this fic, Kakashi pulls the 'this was a mistake' card, and then they end up having sex in the bathroom, because Kakashi's insanely in love with her and an elite at fucking up a good thing. Any ideas on how I can clarify that? Or does it not make sense with what's written, and if so, what would?
t made me wonder, as I was reading, how many times there's two ninja secretly fucking in the corner of, like, every scene in the manga. Do they do this all the time? Is it the secret sport of Konoha--to have sex in wild public places but use a jutsu so no one catches you? IS THERE PORN ALL AROUND US?
YES THERE IS! THE PORN IS ALL AROUND US, AND EVERY SEEN HAS NINJA SEXINS THAT WE CAN'T SEE!
That is totally Konoha's secret sport.
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nobody special enough to screw around with twice.
Before that, the repetition of "break up" had me thinking they were in some kind of definite relationship, but that line made me wonder if it was a one-night stand, which confused me.
What you describe is what I was generally thinking, though.
re: porn
TOTALLY THE NATIONAL SPORT OF FIRE COUNTRY. OTHER VILLAGES GO THERE FOR THE CHUUNIN EXAMS, REALIZE WHAT'S GOING ON, AND THE INDECENCY SPREADS! ALL THE HIDDEN VILLAGES ARE DOING IT NOW!
THIS FEELS LIKE A CAPSLOCK CONVERSATION. Q.E.D.
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YES! THE PORN SPREADS! AND CERTAIN PEOPLE I.E. KURANAI ARE THE ONES KEEPING SCORE!
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And I'm really glad that the Ino and Hinata wasn't disruptive, I worried about that.
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Plus cliches are often cliches because they work, you know?
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I'm so glad that you liked this! Thanks for the review!
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Though I was a little confused by her just busting out and running away... I mean is it just that there was too much happening and she had to get away before falling apart?
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Though I was a little confused by her just busting out and running away... I mean is it just that there was too much happening and she had to get away before falling apart?
That was exactly what was going on. She knew that it was highly unlikely that Kakashi is going to say anything that wouldn't break her heart at the point, and really, all she has going for her right now is pride.
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Your style is gorgeous. Fluid and coherent, but vague enough to make me think. I think I need to read more of your stuff.
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Personally, I think the age difference plus Kakashi's own issues with people dying on him are a much bigger issue than the six months Kakashi taught her.
Wow, thanks for liking how I write! That's always nice to hear. And if you're interested in more of my fic, it's all under my fanfic and masterlist tags.
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And you're a Zutara fan?! Talk about two of my OTPs! Do you mind if I friend you?
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And hell yeah I'm a Zutara fan! I'm actually noticed a lot of cross-over between fans of those two pairings.
And I don't mind if you friend me at all!
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I really like it, especially Sakura's self-recrimination, oh my, her pain is so very vivid and the want/don't want is especially palpable.
I saw in the upper comments about the cliché-ness and you're very right, they do work, but in the hands of skilled writers, they shine. I'd love to see a Kakashi pov of this too; I'm quite a fan of that kink too. Oh the agony and oh the porn. >_> I mean, the suffering. Right.
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And yeah, want/don't want is the theme of this fic.
I'm sure you'll be please to here that I AM doing a companion Kakashi- pov on this - so far it's mainly him being possessive as hell, but oh, the angst will come. And the sexin's already there.
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And based on a conversation upthread, I'm always going to imagine that just about every scene of Naruto has ninjas in the background macking on each other under genjutsus.