Tear Me Apart [18+] ENGLISH VERSION

Chapter 7: Cherry blossoms in June

After Kakashi and Elizabeth had first cleaned and then made love in the bathtub, he finally stepped out of the doors of the Cortez shortly before midnight. When he arrived in his hotel room, Sakura was already asleep. Kakashi quietly changed and had just sat down on the side of the double bed facing the inside wall of the room when he heard her stir and her pulse quicken slightly. „Sensei..?" she asked, dazed.

„Go back to sleep, Sakura, I didn't mean to wake you," said Kakashi, forgetting all about his own plan to only speak English with her. She mumbled something incomprehensible, turned on her side and fell asleep again immediately. Kakashi lay down next to her, looked at her calm face for a moment and also drifted off into a pleasant dream.

The next day, the meeting with the client went very well. Sakura remained silent throughout the negotiations and only assisted Kakashi in order to justify her existence. He spent the evening with Elizabeth again. This time, however, Donovan was also present and the three of them had a bloody orgy with two passers-by whom Elizabeth and Donovan had lured to their place.

On the third night, as Kakashi was about to head back to the hotel feeling satisfied and revitalized, he noticed a familiar signature nearby, as soon as he had left the Cortez. He strolled along the busy streets, not giving anything away, neither in his pace nor in his posture. She followed him unwaveringly at almost the same distance, stopping when Kakashi had to wait at a traffic light and catching up with him again shortly afterwards at the same distance. He wondered inwardly whether he should perhaps play with her a little, just to punish her, but he decided on direct confrontation. When he had closed the door to his hotel room behind him, he waited directly in front of it. It took a few minutes – presumably she had wanted to buy time – before the lock clicked and the handle slowly pushed down. As soon as the gap was wide enough, he reached through, grabbed the wrist that was moving the wood and pulled Sakura into the room. The door closed by itself. Kakashi pushed the frightened girl against the wall without using too much force and risking injury, and placed his flat hands to either side of her head. „What are you doing, Sakura?" he growled threateningly.

Sakura blinked a few times and seemed to struggle for words. „I-I... I was just out for a walk a-and..."

„Just by chance, where I am, huh?" He gave a deep growl that showed his discontent. „Don't lie to me. Why did you follow me?"

She blinked again and seemed to understand that there was no point in avoiding him. „I wanted to know where you were going. This was the third night in a row that you had simply disappeared, and it made me curious."

Alongside all the other feelings – the anger, the disappointment, the uncertainty about what she might have seen – Kakashi felt a certain spark of elation. In just a short time, her English had improved considerably from what it had been on Monday. He barely moved his head to push the thought out of his mind. „And that gives you the right to spy on me?"

„No," Sakura forced out and swallowed.

„What I do and when I do it is my business, and you have no authority to interfere, do you understand?" he asked in a commanding tone. He noticed how she shivered slightly and her eyes briefly blurred, but she nodded hastily. „Yes, Sensei. I won't do it again."

„I hope so for your sake. I don't like being pushed around, you know that, you must have realized that over the past few years. Disobedience will be punished."

There was something in Sakura's irises that Kakashi could not interpret. His gaze darted from one eye to the other and back again, trying desperately to find some trace of her thoughts in them. But he didn't need to, because she acted, obviously guided by her feelings, by standing on tiptoe and pressing her lips against his. Kakashi didn't protest and he didn't even know why. He wasn't horny, after all Elizabeth, Donovan and this unknown woman had satisfied him for hours, but something in him allowed the kiss. A deep-seated craving.