Psychology : Kakashi (KakaSaku)

Opening Up

"Like what you see?" A bored voice asked Sakura from the back.

"F*ck!" Sakura cursed inwardly as she turned her head around, leaning boredly against the tree stood; a fully dressed Hatake Kakashi. The rain had finally subsided which gave Sakura a clear view of her Sensei before her. Sakura stole a quick glance back towards the house to only find the shirtless Kakashi had vanished in a puff of smoke, Sakura sighed inwardly before she returned her focus back to the real copy nin.

"You know.. I should totally reprimand you for stalking me.. Apparently you enjoy looking at my naked form.." Kakashi started teasingly, his face still buried behind his beloved Icha-Icha book.

"I do not!" Sakura yelled indignantly.

"Then what were you doing before this? Cross-examining my body?" Kakashi mused, as he lowered his book and peered over it to see the reaction on Sakura's face.

Sakura bit her lip, she was so furious at Tsunade for even coming up with this preposterous preposition. It was a confidential Mission and now she looked like a complete idiot- who could not even tell her teacher why she was there.
She remained quiet until Kakashi spoke again.

"Hokage-Sama put you up to this.. Didn't she?" Kakashi asked gently, his visible eye had abandoned his book and was now looking straight at Sakura.

Sakura nodded meekly.

Kakashi sighed as he grumbled, "That woman will be the death of me yet.." Kakashi motioned Sakura to follow him into his house trough his bedroom window. Sakura shifted reluctantly from the branch that she was currently squatting on, Kakashi had never invited her or any of Team 7 to his house willingly. The only person who would even bother to barge into his house was Naruto. Tsunade enjoyed tasking him to retrieve his consistently late Teacher. Sakura did not even know Kakashi's address until Tsunade gave it to her.

"Don't worry, I shall not undress in your presence." Kakashi assured when he saw Sakura's awkward shift.

As soon as he said that, Sakura's face heated up, her cheeks were flushed as she stammered, "I-it's not that!"

Kakashi chuckled in amusement, "I am just messing with you kid." He ruffled his female student's hair with his hand as he passed by her crouched form. "Get inside, you look like crap."

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Kakashi handed Sakura a fresh set of laundered shirt, pants and towel before shoving her towards his bathroom.

Sakura expected him to be more of a slob just like Naruto. She still had nightmares of his horrendous apartment. The boy had never spend any time on getting it cleaned. She had visited pigsties that looked much decent as compared to Naruto's apartment. Kakashi's however was surprisingly clean and neat. His apartment would put Naruto's to shame, Kakashi adopted a minimalist concept in his house, his living room consists of only two comfortable looking beanbags, a circular rug, an oak bookshelf with all of the Icha-Icha series proudly displayed in it. The dining room that was facing the open concept small kitchen had a kitchen counter with two bar stools that was overlooking the stove. His kitchen was fully white, the dainty cabinets were spotlessly clean. His bathroom tiles were grime and stain free, he seemed to be a bit of a DIY guru. He hung two jute baskets on the walls above the toilet to hold rolled up black coloured towels while discreetly hiding toilet paper in a handy spot. An array of exotic and inexpensive looking shower essentials were lined neatly on the recessed wall just behind the shower screen. Fig scented candles burning lazily near the sink.

Sakura breathed in the smell of his bathroom as she showered, the smell was extremely relaxing, she really needed this bath, in this kind of comforting setting after a hard day's work in the hospital. Sakura sighed as she got off of the beautiful shower and put Kakashi's oversized shirt above her head. It reached down towards her thigh, which did not require her to put on the pants he had given her. The only problem though was that, Kakashi had no underwear to spare her. Obviously, if he did, that would be odd, really odd. So, going commando it was. She inhaled before leaving the bathroom and searched for her Sensei, it did not take her long to find her porn loving Sensei behind the kitchen counter, wearing an apron whilst flipping what looked like omelette. Sakura's eyes widened, she was not aware that he could cook- another interesting fact that she could add in her report.