Sex is in the air [KAKAIRU] [LEMON]

【SEX IS IN THE AIR】

Notes: Hi! This is the translation of my fic "Vuelos a deshora", original and in Spanish. I hope my English is good enough and that you enjoy this work of mine. I wasn't very sure about translating a Lemon of all things I have written because sex is a difficult topic to write about and, even I personally think this one-shot is good enough, English is not my mother tonge so I had -still have- my insecurities, but I was curious about your opinion just as much as I was with the Spanish public, so I'll be waiting for your answers!!!

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The Golden week (1) was being celebrated in working days for the first time in several years, which meant that, if it entailed the commute of big amounts of people on normal terms, this year was going to be crazy. Tsunade rubbed her hands with glee.

30 years ago, Sharingan Airlines and Senju Wings, leader companies in tertiary sector, had joined forces, and from that cooperation, Konoha Airlines was born. A great, record-breaking success. The incredible capital of both companies, together with the magnificent staff they counted with, supposed the creation of a big enterprise whose economical capacity was enough to be able to afford the constant updating of technology, and, thus, to be a benchmark in transport sector.

However, in the last years, other air companies like Suna Enterprise or Otogakure, which enjoyed of a financial support as solid as Konoha's, were resulting in strong (and rather annoying) competitors.

Hence, Tsunade had taken upon herself the task of grinding them into the dust... Those rats, who kept her occupied enough to not be able to escape from Shizune and go to her dear Casino, didn't deserve any better. The current director of Konoha Airlines had achieved that one of the most famous low-cost travel agencies handed to Konoha the monopoly of passengers' transport during the infamous Golden Week Adventure!, a package which consisted in travelling to an exotic country where, during those exact days, a culturally relevant festivity was being hold.

Saying Tsunade had to fight with claws and fangs to get such a chance was an understatement. The company bided that offer just once per year and the experience had turned into such a success that, in the worst scenario, the initial inversion was doubled up. Fortunately, Haruno Travels chief's daughter respected Tsunade as an engineer, and thanks to that, Konoha Airlines won the battle. Now it was just a matter of time. The only thing left to do was to sit there and wait for the popularity surveys to hit the highest ranking. Ah, Tsunade could already hear the marvellous sound of the roulette and the smooth slip of the cards between the croupier's skilled fingers.

However, universe has its own plans, its own laws and, specially, its own way of keeping the world's balance. Tsunade should have known better. But, of course, nobody knows the Exterminating Angel's identity until he shows up to carry out his divine duties. And even though Hatake Kakashi could be anything but angelical, his punctuality disorders could establish new limits to the word "late", giving it a new meaning intimately linked to the world "hell"; limits, borders, that could vary their distance depending on Tsunade's stress levels and the lucidity of Kakashi's survival instincts, which, by the way, not always hit the minimal levels that made a person mildly rational or... just normal. You know, the kind of person who doesn't keep 200 people waiting for when his Majesty thinks appropriate to show his soon to be royally kicked ass.

"Where the hell is Hatake?! The plane should have been flying half an hour ago!" Tsunade roared by phone.

"Y-you see, Tsunade-sama, w-w-we don't... know..."