Here For You - Kakashi Hatake x OC

Chapter 17: A New Beginning

I knocked on the Hokage's door and after hearing the approval, I stepped into the office. I kneeled as he spoke, "Ah, Katsmumi, what can I do for you?" I looked up, "Hokage-sama, I wanted to ask if you would relieve me of my ANBU position. I haven't been feeling well in the ANBU what with recent events." He nodded and sighed, "Yes, I understand, of course. You must go to the HQ and hand in your ANBU belongings. You will be appointed to a teacher position, with a squad of genin to train, if you pass them, of course." I hesitated, but I spoke again, "About that, Hokage-same..." "No exceptions. You may leave." He said sternly, and that was that. I was to be a teacher. I wondered how that would turn out.

I went down to the ANBU compound, cleared out my locker and went down to the dingy basement-like room to hand in my gear. The man at the window grunted at me, "Couldn't take the ANBU pressure?" He smirked. "I have better things to do," I retorted and left. I was no longer an ANBU. I would be a teacher. Kids would call me Sensei. I couldn't quite comprehend it yet.

I stepped into Kakashi's apartment and saw him frying some fish. I walked over to him and hugged him from behind. "Did it go well?" He asked as he sprinkled salt onto the fish. "Well, say hello to Katsumi-sensei," He turned to me. He cupped my cheek and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, making me blush. "I know you'll do well. Thanks for doing this. I'm proud of you." He pulled his mask down and his lips connected with my own, making my heart flutter. It was soft, but passionate. His hands rested on my hips as my arms wrapped themselves around his neck. He deepened the kiss, licking my bottom lip for entrance. I obliged and we explored each other's mouths. He pulled my leg around his waist and I quickly raised my other leg as he carried me to the couch. He sat down with me on his lap, my knees on either side of his legs. I let my hands get lost in his hair, his fingers dug into my thighs slightly. Such a hot make-out session. His hands started to wander up my shirt, gliding against my stomach, causing me to shiver in pleasure. I thought it would get further until he suddenly separated himself from me.

"Fish," He said. "What?" I shrieked, flustered. "Our dinner," He explained and I chuckled as I got off him and he groaned. "Sorry, Kashi, but like you said – fish," I smirked, teasing him. I had turned around to tend to the fish, but then I felt my back hitting a nearby wall, Kakashi's face close to mine. He was as fast as a ninja. Oh, right. He looked at me lustfully and lent over to my ear. "Don't be a tease. It won't get you anywhere," He whispered in a deep, seductive voice that made the area between my legs become warm. "Don't talk about fish, then," I nibbled his earlobe. "Fair enough," He chuckled and turned to the fish.

I sat at the table as he placed our dinner on the table. He sat down next to me, "Bon appetite," He grinned at me. I kissed his cheek, "Thank you, Kashi." I picked at my food as I thought nervously about being a teacher. I wasn't good with kids. They always seemed afraid and intimidated by me. "Do you not like it?" Kakashi frowned at me, noticing that I wasn't eating much. I felt bad now, "No, no, Kashi, it's not that. I'm just anxious about being a teacher. I don't think I'll be any good at it," I admitted. He put his arm around me and kissed me on the head. "Don't fret. I'm sure you'll be great. I know you, and I know that nothing is a challenge for you. You achieve your goals, no matter what. I've always admired you for that, for your perseverance. Even when we were younger... I watched you train sometimes. You were so determined to reach higher and higher, knowing no limits. You're very strong, I know you'll be your amazing self and kick this new challenge's butt." I smiled at him. He really believed in me. "You watched me when we were little?" I asked, still smiling. This made Kakashi blush. Kakashi Hatake was blushing! I wish I had a camera. "That's all you took from that?" He laughed. "You stalked me!" I said in mock horror. "Well, when you put it like that, you make me feel like a pervert. Call it observing, not stalking." He grinned. "But you are a pervert!" "You have a point there." We laughed and finished our dinner, without saddening thoughts clouding my mind. All was well.