Konohagakure's Kakashi Hatake & Nina Sarutobi have only lived & prepared to die by the Shinobi rules.
Amid an intensive investigation into a spate of mysterious deaths, a birthday party for the elusive Copy-Nin sets off a chain reaction no one quite...
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(Tuesday> September 16 > Hanako's Apartment
~Genma~
Genma sniggled, his voice low and husky as he sprinkled kisses over his girlfriend's body. Not that they'd had that talk. He'd wanted to, but well...
"Why are you such a tease?" Hanako mumbled, her breaths hot and shaky.
"Well, that's your fault," Genma chuckled, very nearly blowing a raspberry on her hip bone. "You're the one who said, and I quote, 'couldn't kiss to save my life.'"
Hanako's body arched upwards as he peppered a trail of nips and kisses up her abdomen, making soft noises escape from her. "Now, who's the one eating their word, huh?"
"Shut. Up," Hanako managed to utter through an airy moan. Her cheeks were flaming red, and her fingers twisted unforgivingly into his hair.
Scars were commonplace in the life of a shinobi. Each was a mark of survival. However, Hana hid hers. She once told him why and only once; it reminded her of a harrowing childhood incident that she'd sooner forget than accept.
Internally the tiny Uchiha was as delicate as a lily flower, despite her outward certitude. So, whenever she did lower her guard in his company and behind closed doors, he revelled in it unapologetically.
Smirking at her reactions, Genma moved slowly up to her neck, pressing sweet butterfly kisses upon her scarred flesh while whispering affirmations with each one. Their morning romp was rudely interrupted by a ceaseless buzzing from Hana's alarm clock.
"Fuck! Make it stop," he begged, scrounging around desperately for a pillow to clamp over his ears.
~Hanako~
Hanako reached out and tapped the top of her clock, silencing the alarm. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she looked over her shoulder at Genma. He was muttering Kage-knows-what into the pillow.
Good grief, he's such a sook.
Hanako pried the pillow off of him and whacked him with it. "Some of us have to work," she huffed.
Knowing she had to lead a mission for Team Seven, minus Kakashi, she'd made a conscious effort to keep her drinks to a minimum last night.
Hanako turned the shower on, stepping under its hot spray while thinking about her sensei's birthday party and her best friend.
She outright balked at kissing Kakashi-Sensei. Who does that?
Hanako herself held a teenage-esque crush on the silver-haired man, and Nina was fucking stunning—the understated girl next door. Neither her Sensei nor friend were blind, so she concluded it was impossible for there not to be a smidgen of mutual physical attraction between them.
