ADDICTION [Kakashi x Reader]

17 Kakashi

(art from @litaooooo on Twitter)

I could not stop thinking about how my and (Y/n)'s life could be from now on. How it would be. Every day, at every moment, I kept thinking about how it'd be with (Y/n). I woke up, and I spent a solid hour imagining waking up to her. I imagined her sweet caresses and words, her teasing smile and comforting embrace. I imagined burying my face in her chest while she lulled me to sleep again by playing with my hair.

When I made breakfast, I imagined her nagging at me and playfully pinching my back. Or better, hugging me from my back as I made both of us breakfast. Or even better, I imagined myself hugging her from behind as she made breakfast and I peppered her head and shoulders with kisses.

When I walked out of my apartment I imagined walking with her. I wanted to show her every part of Konoha, every spot, good and bad, my favorite places, and the places that held bad memories. And whenever I came across someone I knew... a friend... I imagined introducing her to them. It made me nervous, but it also made me excited. I simply wanted her to be part of my life, as after all, she was my life.

When I read one of my erotica books, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I imagined the characters as her and I, and I wished for the day I wasn't embarrassed enough to show them or tell her about the truth behind my 'romance' books. I wished for a day in which she and I could enact just a few of the many scenes from Icha Icha. Although to be fair, it wasn't only when I read that thoughts like that popped into my mind. 

At every moment of the day, no matter the place or the time, she was always present in my mind. Sometimes it'd be her beautiful face that would come to mind, her smile and giggles. Luckily I always had my mask on or else everyone would see me stupidly smiling out of nowhere... And other times... other times it was memories of us. Like right now. 

As I laid on my bed I unconsciously ran my fingers over the sheets by my empty side. I remembered how it felt to caress her scarred back just a few days ago, how it made her so relaxed she sometimes drooled a little over my arm or chest. I smiled at the memory, although it pained me slightly as, in the end, it was the sheets my fingers were caressing and not her body. 

I said to myself I'd wait a few more days to visit in order not to raise any suspicions, but my heart always disagreed and I knew I wouldn't last much longer without seeing her again. I just needed her, even if it was just seeing her. She was like a drug, every time I touched her I always wanted more and more. I could never satisfy myself, she made me greedy, and the more time I spent with her the more time I wanted. 

I turned around, trying to get her image out of my head so that I could finally find sleep, but even then, in my dreams, she came to see me. What used to be horrible nightmares that woke me up in a sweat, were now sweet and heartwarming dreams of love and cuddles. Sometimes, the dreams were so cheesy and stupid that they made me embarrassed in the morning, but even then, I would never not want to dream of her kisses and lips. 

I was, actually, starting to have one of those dreams again. I felt her faint kisses over my skin, ghost kisses. I could feel her small smile against my skin, even her warmth. And most importantly, she was in my room with me. In Konoha, just like she should be, like she would be in due time like I promised. 

I moved on the bed, half-asleep as the world of dreams called me more by making me feel her in the sheets with me. She clanged to my body, whispering sweet nothings, and I turned my face towards her. I opened my eyes to see her with a smile, but the image suddenly disappeared when I heard a loud and pressured knock on my front door. 

I sat up in a bolt, cursing the noise for having waken me up, and pulled away from my lovely dream. And when the knock sounded again I frowned, cursing the person even more for the ungodly hours in which they were knocking. However, when I opened the door and saw a member of the Anbu I forgot about it, figuring it'd be important enough if they had him come to my place at 3 am. I opened the door as I rubbed my eyes, rubbing the sleep off my body, and then I stared at the ninja, waiting for him to explain himself. 

"Hatake-san, the Hokage requests your immediate presence" he stated blankly.

It took me a moment to react, but I quickly put on my jonin vest and left. I wanted to ask why —not only it was weird for the Hokage to call someone at such an hour, but also because of the urgency—, however, I knew it would be worthless for he most likely wasn't told any details. But the fact that he practically sprinted off toward the Hokage's building didn't make me any less puzzled. 

I thought it would be something related to a mission. And although there was a possibility of him sending me on a late-hour mission, I doubted it was the case. Especially when we finally reached the building. 

There were way more Anbu members than usual, all guarding the building both from inside and outside. And even though I could not see their faces, I had the feeling they were all watching me attentively. It made me alarmed despite not knowing the reason behind all this. However, I did figure it must have not been something related to a mission. This was just too dramatic for it. Maybe... we were under attack?

"What happened?" I asked the couple of Anbu that were leading the way toward the Third's office. But I got no answer, and then I saw it. Someone was cleaning what looked like bloody footprints that disappeared right behind the door of the Hokage's office. 

The Anbu knocked on the door, and after the approval from inside he pushed it open. But he didn't get in, nor did any of the other Anbu members. Instead, they all looked at me, signaling me to get in. 

But I could only take a step inside. My breath and my soul left my body upon seeing (Y/n)'s figure. My lips, my hands, and my whole body began trembling when I saw the state she was in, and for a moment, I didn't even hear anything else but a loud ringing in my ears. Everything was spinning and I could feel my heart coming out of my mouth.

She was kneeling, with her hands cuffed and filled with cuts, bruises, and blood. I wanted to say something, to make sure she was okay. I wanted to say anything, to play it cool despite actually wanting to rush to her side. But I couldn't even find my voice.