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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(Thursday> September 25> Night> Amegakure> Inn > Room 302)
~Nina~
Nina walked through the quiet halls of the inn, her footsteps echoing softly off the wooden floors. Each step felt heavier, her mind a tangled mess of conflicting thoughts and desires, each pulling her in a different direction. The key Kakashi had handed her felt cold and heavy in her palm as she stared at the door. Her eyes traced its outline, taking in the minor imperfections—the slight scuffs and scratches that told stories of previous guests.
"Here, let me help," Kakashi said, his voice low and smooth in Nina's ear as he stepped closer behind her.
She knew she should just open the door. Let the professional boundaries reassert themselves. After all, the mission required her full attention, and the sooner it was completed, the sooner she could return to Konoha and dedicate herself to the stalled investigation. But all Nina could think about was the feeling of Kakashi's hand on hers—his touch searing through her skin.
Something had shifted.
"Just one," Nina murmured, almost as if speaking to herself.
She turned slowly to face Kakashi, her heart pounding in her chest. The moonlight filtering through the open-cut eaves of the inn's verandah cast a soft glow over his features, accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw and the intensity in his visible eye—a figure carved from shadow and light.
Nina leaned in, her body brushing against his, craving the contact she knew she shouldn't want. "Just one kiss."
Kakashi's hands slid to her waist, firm and possessive, caging her against the door. Nina's body responded instinctively, arching toward him. His right hand came up to her hair, fingers threading through the strands, pulling her closer yet holding her back just enough. Their foreheads pushed together, their breaths mingling in the scant space between their lips.
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Nina knew she was being unfair, trusting him to be the one to make it right, to pull back and push everything back into place as it should be.
