Sensei just be with me! (Kakasaku) (being edited)

Chapter 16- "unchain him!"

The door smashes open and I just about have time to hide in the shadowy cover in the corner. Concealing my chakra sign again I try make myself as small as possible, pressing up against the wall. The look on my masters face is one of a hurt disappointment and frustration.
Tsunade looks him over her eyes searching- her mind working hard. Her brow furrowed in thought.
Biting her lip, deliberating on the verdict she says;
"Unchain him" she sighs massaging her forehead. I'm grateful, and thus a withheld breath passes my lips. I freeze automatically hoping I hadn't made myself obvious to her. I watch her face - a flicker in here eyes and a dart in my direction. But as if she didn't see me she returns her attention to the shinobi sitting in the metal chair with his hands bound behind his back and strapped to the chair legs.

"Hatake" she says as she circles the chair. Kakashi's breathing as raised and I could hear his bounding pulse. Or was that my own heart beating in my ears? Kakashi leaned back in the chair I could see his bravado coming through to mask his nerves. His eyes following his hokage as she was now passing behind his shoulder. His untidy hair laying slick back. The string light from over head casting shadows across his broad exposed chest, as Tsunade turned about him. Her finger pressing hard into the fresh wound on his shoulder.

"Had a recent visit from a certain medic nin?"she asks suggestively as Kakashi winces and exhales sharply.
"Don't know what you're talking about" he said through gritted teeth angrily.
"Oh please - Hatake. I'm not blind" she retorts.
My blood runs cold. I'm caught.
Tsunade is now leant in front of him thumb pressing hard on the open wound. Kakashi hissing in pain. I wince watching the pain across his face.
"I can tell when that girl is lying through her teeth and I have an in-ate ability to ready body language. And you are very obvious."

"Again- I don't know what you're on about" he spits. He's brave- and not the clever kind. He's testing Tsunade's patience I can see it in her eyes and angry lip pucker.
"For months you pined for her- never quite able to act on your feelings" her eyes flicker from his to his pants and back.
"Shut up- you don't know what you're talking about"

"Do I not?" She says standing up and folding her arms. Kakashi's shoulder visibly relaxing once she had removed her hand.
"How like I don't know you were seen to be conspiring against us with the supervisors in the land of snow?"
Kakashi's face faultered. What was he going to say. My heart was racing.

"I - I was following the mission through" he says his adjusting his shoulders to relieve the pain. He swallowed hard.
Tsunade laughed.
"Don't lie to me Hatake, you were sent on an information reconnaissance not intervention."
What could kakashi's possibly have done?
My confidence was shaking in the wake of this conversation. The conviction in our hokage's voice was astonishing.

"Our deep cover Anbu shinobi confirmed your involvement and set up of the organised attacks, their tactical planning screamed Kakashi Hatake the copy ninja of the leaf"
It had been some time since I had heard him being referred to as this. Usual this description was in the bingo books. The assassination list.
With every passing second I grew more concerned for the truth and what my sensei faced as a traitor.

I shook my head- he wouldn't do this. I know he wouldn't. This has to be a lie- and big misunderstanding
"You have a well deserved vacation awaiting you here compliments of Ibiki- think on your time as a leaf joinin. You won't be one much longer"
She turns to face the door, her long blond pony tail flittering through the air, her kimono whipping around her as she strides towards the door.
As soon as she's out of sight and the door is slowly closing behind her I dart to the door- more confused than ever.

"Sakura? ... please" Kakashi whispers, my breath is shaky. My heart is conflicted- such overwhelming information has been put on display.

Confused and desperately conflicted I flee the underground detention room. Wiping tears from my cheeks as they form and slip down my face.