Ship: [Fem] Kakashi Hatake x Obito Uchiha

Genres: Genderbend – Slice of Life – Romance – Humor / One-shot

Rating: +16

Summary: At least once a month, the kunoichi from their year group would try to get together to relax and catch up.

Enjoy!

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At least once a month, the kunoichi from their year group would try to get together to relax and catch up.

Right, okay, it was basically a pyjama party. But! They were strictly forbidden from mentioning work, missions or life in the field, except for the odd anecdote – and even then.

With their respective ranks and the duties that came with them, it was sometimes difficult to set a date, not to mention the unexpected missions that could spring up at any moment.

Kurenaï had just found this out the hard way and was currently complaining about it, though her audience couldn’t quite pinpoint the cause of her blushing. Was it embarrassment, anger, or the alcohol?

“Weeks,” she exclaimed, “months! I’ve been nagging Asuma about it! And when he finally agrees and goes for it, BAM!”

Anko saved the glass before her friend knocked it over.

“Summoning the Yondaime!” she roared.

A few sniggers rose up. At least it wasn’t her predecessor anymore; that was slightly less bad!

“So what did you do?” her neighbour asked.

Taking her drink back from her, she downed it in one gulp, before boasting, smiling, and then replying:

“I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and shoved him right back in there, what did you think?! I’d finally got my cunnilingus, I wasn’t going to let it go, not even for the Hokage!”

Anko wasn’t the only one to laugh at this anticlimax; the image was quite funny.

She finally raised her own cup of sake, drawing the young women’s attention.

“I’d like to propose a toast! To Kurenaï and her first cunnilingus!”

The various glasses followed suit, rising into the air as their holders repeated the message.

“And to the Yondaime, best cockblock!” she added.

“If he’s the one doing the cunnilingus, he can summon me as much as he likes!” exclaimed a rather tipsy kunoichi.

The idea must have gone down well, for more giggles rose up whilst sighs of admiration for the Hokage’s beauty filled the air.

“Very well, but whilst you’re keeping him occupied, I’ll go and say hello to Kushina!”

Anko was afraid of nothing, least of all the jinchūriki of the nine-tailed fox.

Perhaps a side effect of the seal placed by Orochimaru?

Obito clung to her neighbour’s shoulder to keep from collapsing as she laughed at their friends’ antics.

Originally, it was just their year group, but there were few kunoichi there, and the small group eventually grew as more and more people were invited along.

So she had no idea what her neighbour’s name was, but she happily clinked glasses with her, whilst another voice spoke up to recount her latest misadventures.

Contrary to appearances, their gathering wasn’t an excuse to get drunk but rather to relieve the pressure without having to worry about being interrupted by the clumsy advances of a civilian or their colleagues.

There was no set agenda, and not everyone necessarily took part; some preferred to stay in a corner and watch.

Just like Kakashi.

The woman met her gaze, as if she’d read her mind, causing her to blush as she quickly looked away.

In all the time she’d been coming here, she’d never seen her former teammate take part in the conversations or games. It made her wonder why she even bothered to come!

She’d asked around later, but it seemed she was the only one bothered by the silent presence of the jōnin.

When she glanced at her again out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yūgao by her side, the two of them talking quietly.

Kakashi had left ANBU recently, so Obito had no idea what she might have been up to all these years. But she knew that the purple-haired kunoichi was still part of their ranks.

Perhaps they’d worked together before?

Obito ignored the twinge of jealousy in favour of the burn of the sake.

Why would it bother her, anyway, that Kakashi had female friends? It wasn’t as if it was any of her business, after all.

She quickly forgot the silent shadow as the atmosphere warmed and the laughter grew.

Obito felt as though her heart were floating, her jaw aching from all the laughter. These evenings reminded her of her early years, when, still innocent, laughter was plentiful.

A twinge of nostalgia clouded her mood for a second, which she masked by taking another sip of what turned out to be water.

“Who’s nicked my sake?” she whinged.

“You’ve had one too many.”

Of course, the thief was none other than Miss I’m-Better-Than-Everyone-Else.

Wrinkling her nose, she raised the cup to her lips, before remembering the original problem. And, since she was being punished and it was Bakashi’s fault, she pounced on her to confiscate her own drink, which she proceeded to guzzle down in turn. Only to regret it immediately.

“Yuck! What is this awful stuff?”

“Doburoku. And it’s mine, thank you.”

Too busy grimacing and trying to get rid of the sweet taste in her mouth, the young woman didn’t notice their hands touching around the container, whilst they laughed at her exaggerated reactions.

Furious at the situation, she turned to face Kakashi, who was sipping her rice wine without batting an eyelid.

“Are you taking the mickey out of me?” she choked out.

“Not now, but the evening isn’t over yet,” her companion replied calmly.

She felt her blood boil at those words, glaring at her, ready for a fight.

And it was at that moment that Sukui stepped in, pulling them apart.

“Put your claws away, girls, we’re not here to fight! Or else, I won’t heal you, and you’ll have to explain yourselves to Rin!”

Knowing their friend – and, above all, his opinion of their conflictual relationship – they turned away from each other theatrically, which was met with sighs and soft laughter.

They’d known each other for over twenty years; no one expected any change from Hatake Kakashi and Uchiha Obito.

At least they hadn’t – yet – killed each other.

Deciding to ignore her former teammate for the rest of the evening, Obito crawled on all fours amongst the other kunoichi to join the core group gathered around Kurenaï and Anko. As expected, they had moved on to games, which would be perfect for keeping her mind and hands occupied, without the risk of either of them slipping!

“Look who’s joined us!” Anko sang. “Fancy a dango?”

“When have you ever seen me turn one down?” she replied, sitting down beside her.

She grabbed the skewer, licking her lips in anticipation, and began to savour her first bite, eyes closed.

“Well, there was that time, with the pretty brunette – what’s her name again? – for whom you abandoned us, the dango and me,” whinged the tokujō feignedly.

The memory seemed to ignite a raging fire as Obito suddenly opened her eyes, a deep red flushing her skin with embarrassment.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she muttered, before adopting a feigned cheerful tone. “So, what shall we play?”

They debated the best option, whilst the other guests joined them, offering their opinions.

“Truth or dare!” someone called out.

“But Kakashi only does ‘truth’,” whinged Suzume.

“Because every ‘dare’ involves taking off my mask,” explained the girl in question calmly.

Some – who must have thought of it – grumbled at the excellent reasoning.

At the same time, the mystery had existed since day one and they had exhausted their imaginations trying to figure out why she wore it and what might well be hiding beneath it!

They deserved a clue, an answer, didn’t they?

Sharing their opinion – though there was no way she’d admit it in front of such an audience, and certainly not to Kakashi – Obito yanked the sticky rice ball a little too hard, snapping the skewer in the process, much to Anko’s amusement.

Damn her and her knack for gossip!

Picking up the wooden shards from her lap, she stood up to throw them away, taking the opportunity to stretch her legs and remove a layer of clothing.

With all these people around, the temperature had risen, and her clan’s genetic traits weren’t helping matters at that moment.

Never mind, it wasn’t as if anyone here was going to criticise her outfit.

Returning to her seat, she laughed as she heard them bickering.

“Seriously, a game of lies? Do you take us for pre-genins? With Oyone in the mix?”

The girl in question smiled broadly, sharing her amusement. Spotting lies was part of her daily routine; if it could stay at work, that would suit her just fine, thank you very much!

“Looks like we’ll have to stick to the basics of ‘truth or dare’ before a certain someone convinces us to play ‘I’ve never’,” said Kurenaï.

The aforementioned “certain someone” stuck her tongue out at her but didn’t hold it against her. It was a fun way to get everyone involved and loosen everyone up, with or without alcohol!

The first few rounds were still very much a warm-up, starting gently to put everyone at ease, before the serious business began.

As mentioned earlier, Kakashi refused every ‘truth’ and dodged every ‘dare’. A bloody mysterious eel!

Obito was brooding darkly over this thought when she was chosen for the next question:

“Who was the last person you were in love with? Whether it was mutual or not, declared or not!”

Caught off guard, she choked on her sip of water and coughed for what felt like hours, under the gaze of far too many interested eyes.

“The forfeit,” she finally shrieked. “I’ll take the forfeit!”

Unfazed, her tormentor shrugged, palms visible.

“Same question.”

“You’re not allowed!”

“Nothing in the rules forbids it.”

Aware – like everyone else in the room – that she was merely buying (or wasting) time, Obito continued to rant, regretting it.

She could have, she should have answered “Rin”, but her crush had evaporated along with her adolescence, which everyone here knew, and she could hardly lie with all the sensory-type kunoichi listening in.

Perhaps spontaneous combustion might save her from this predicament?

“Ooh, I don’t know who that is, but it certainly looks tasty,” Yoshino almost squealed.

Oh, as for being tasty…

“H… Hound,” she finally stammered.

Perhaps she should have stuck to the sake after all. Humiliation whilst sober was a dreadful experience.

Her reflection, barely discernible in her glass, gazed back at her, whilst exclamations arose here and there around her.

There was a consensus on the hypnotic beauty of the ANBU in question.

By nature, this elite unit attracted much envy, as much for their talent and efficiency – not everyone could join their ranks – as for the mystery surrounding their members. Their identities were largely concealed by the porcelain masks hiding their features, allowing attention to focus instead on their bodies.

And what bodies…

Gawping at these strangers was commonplace, among both shinobi and civilians alike.

“Konoha’s deadly weapon!” exclaimed one of the kunoichi.

“Its most loyal dog,” added another.

“Yeah… them.”

Embarrassed, Obito hesitated to use Kamui to escape the current situation.

It was at that moment that Anko crawled over to her and whispered in her ear – or rather, attempted to, given her actual sound level:

“And what about that lovely brunette? You know, the one with the purple marks?”

Obito hadn’t realised there was a level beyond the embarrassment she was already feeling. At this rate, she was going to overheat.

She stammered out an apology without really knowing what she could even say and ended up pointing at one of the girls at random and restarting the game, diverting attention.

Or, at least, she tried to.

Hound was just a masked shadow among the others, a faceless ghost. They were often absent from the village and favoured for assassination missions, according to rumours.

She had never once wondered what lay beneath the porcelain.

(In any case, it wasn’t Itachi or Shisui. They might have been concealing any distinguishing features, but she knew how to recognise her cousins, after all those years of looking after them!)

Never.

Until a mission that had gone wrong. Oh, horribly wrong…

She’d had to call for reinforcements, swallowing her Uchiha pride, huddled in a makeshift hideout whilst Rin struggled to tend to her, trembling with fear.

And that was when Hound appeared out of nowhere, as if from the shadows, to clear the area and secure it.

Of course, she knew that as a shinobi, it was vital to act with precision and economy of movement, to be efficient yet restrained.

She felt she had never been so aware of this rule before the ANBU’s intervention.

They seemed to soar through the air, bringing down the opponent in what appeared to be an aerial dance, delivering each fatal blow with their slender, pale limbs.

Obito was no longer even aware of the burning sensation of Rin’s chakra on her wounds, as she lost herself in contemplation, tearing herself away only once the object of her admiration stood before them, announcing that the perimeter was secure and that they would be escorted back to the village.

The flush that had overtaken her naturally pale complexion was clearly not due to fever, no matter how much she tried to deny it.

But now…

She didn’t need to activate her Sharingan to relive the sudden incursion into enemy territory, when the situation was desperate and she was about to beg her best friend to flee without looking back. The movements were calculated, every strike hitting its mark, white arabesques in the semi-darkness, the slender body almost flying, wielding the weapons with lethal precision.

It had been… like a ballet. A deadly dance.

It didn’t matter who – or what – Hound was beneath that mask; they had awakened something within her, something she hadn’t known existed until then…

Almost choking on her sticky mask, Kakashi let Yūgao lead her to the kitchen.

She was too busy trying to control her breathing and calm her racing thoughts to tell off her former colleague, who was letting out giggles whenever her laughter became too hard to suppress.

Fortunately, the room was empty, and she was quickly able to pull down the fabric soaked from the mouthful of doburoku she’d accidentally tried to spit out in her surprise.

Alas, as good as this homemade alcohol might be, it was as thick as syrup and practically just as sweet.

A delight for her taste buds – despite her lack of interest in sweet things – but a nightmare for the washing.

Leaning over the sink, she signalled to her friend to keep watch with a few hand gestures, before finally washing the lower half of her face. She breathed in the fresh air in long, eager gulps, trying to wash her chin under the tap.

Somewhat satisfied with the result, she realised there was a new obstacle: the mask.

She couldn’t put it back on.

Worse still: it was one of those attached to her outfit, and she had no intention of keeping the disgusting accessory wrapped around her neck.

Yes, her career had had her wading through blood and guts without batting an eyelid, but she drew the line at the doruboku. Her skin and her sense of smell were not going to appreciate the treatment.

As for her options, she could either go home early or come up with some excuse, whatever it might be.

Far from her worries, Yūgao was still shaking with amusement, making her roll her eyes.

“Do you think you’ll ever get over it?” she sneered.

Pulling her soiled mask as far away as possible, she set about removing the vest attached to it, wincing in disgust the moment her bare skin came into contact with the rice alcohol.

“Forgive me, Captain, but it’s still the best of the year! Just wait until the team finds out…”

“Not your captain anymore,” she grumbled from behind the mask. “And you’ll make us all wither Tenzō, if you tell him.”

Her laughter showed no sign of abating at this reply, and she had to wipe a few tears of mirth from her eyes.

For her part, Kakashi was still dithering over the best course of action. She didn’t feel like going back yet, and her chakra reserves wouldn’t allow her to sustain a genjutsu to replace the worn-out mask, not to mention the curiosity of all the kunoichi capable of sniffing out that sort of trickery.

“Go and fetch my things,” she grumbled.

“Negative, Captain. I’m not allowed to abandon you in a vulnerable state.”

“Not your… oh, you’re a pain in the arse.”

She flung the soiled garment at her back, sending her off giggling and leaving her half-naked in the kitchen.

Admittedly, she was still wearing her regulation bra, but with nothing to cover her face, she might as well have been naked.

Turning her back on the door, she stared resolutely at the sink, leaning on it with her hands, waiting for her former subordinate to return.

The latter hadn’t been entirely wrong when she’d described her as being in a vulnerable position…

Obeying her orders, the ANBU member slipped over to the corner where the guests had piled up their bags upon arrival, easily spotting her former captain’s bag, which looked just like her own.

The habits picked up during their careers were the hardest to break.

Originally, she’d genuinely intended to obey her, without so much as a hint of teasing her about how her crush seemed to be interested in both her Hound and Sukea personas but not her; however, a better idea popped into her head.

“Obi-chan,” she called out to her. “Could you do me a tiny favour? My friend’s had one too many and needs her things; could you bring them to her, please?”

Without waiting for her reply, she shoved the bag into her hands before pushing her towards the kitchen and making a quick getaway.

They’d better invite her to the wedding!

Finding herself with an unexpected task – she’d simply been coming back from the loo – Obito stood frozen for a moment, trying to take it all in. And by the time she’d realised, it was too late to back out.

“Can’t you sort it out yourself?” she muttered into the air.

Annoyed by this awful display of friendship, she moved closer to the kitchen, vowing to be a better friend than Yūgao to the poor girl who’d been left there.

She spotted a piece of clothing on the floor, which she picked up before looking up…

To the delight of her admiring gaze, which took in the vast expanse of pale skin on a scarred back.

Its owner was resting her palms on the worktop, causing her shoulders to rise and her spine to straighten, highlighting toned muscles and scars snaking across the smooth surface, barely concealed by her underwear.

A feast for the eyes.

“Ah, there you are, I’ve finally washed everything, it was more- Obito?”

But that sensual back turned to reveal Kakashi’s dripping face.

The bare face.

Of Kakashi.

“Bloody hell, Yūgao,” she heard her swear under her breath.

The flood of information wasn’t good for her sake-numbed brain, and she froze once more as her former teammate moved closer to grab the bag, rummage through it, and pull out another of her endless tank tops with the mask attached, slipping it on quickly.

And obscuring that splendid snow-white skin.

“No!” she heard herself exclaim.

She quickly pressed her hands to her mouth, but the damage was done and Kakashi gave her a questioning look from behind that damned mask.

“A, a bug,” she stammered weakly.

Both feeling awkward, they avoided each other’s gaze, the former ANBU rubbing the back of her neck whilst the jōnin fiddled with her bracelets, tugging at the beads, her eyes fixed on the floor.

It was incredibly awkward, and neither of them felt able to speak or move.

Unsurprisingly, it was Anko who suddenly appeared, clearly tipsy.

Spotting them, a broad, thoroughly unnerving grin spread across her face, before the verdict was delivered:

“Well, well, girls, have you been sneaking off for seven minutes in Paradise? I thought you didn’t seem very keen on our ‘truth or dare’!”

And, just like that, she closed the door behind her, locking it for the occasion.

Effectively trapping them inside, which Kakashi realised instantly, unlike Obito, who launched a verbal attack on the door, showering it with a selection of her finest insults.

And she had quite an extensive repertoire…

“You’re wasting your breath,” she told her.

“Because you’ve got a better idea, perhaps, Miss Genius?”

She had spun round abruptly, the very picture of irritation with her fists clenched, her body tense and her brows furrowed, ready to pounce at the slightest opening.

Sexy.

“No, but I don’t want to end up with a migraine either because you’re acting like a child.”

“You-”

Obito lunged at her, furious, fist raised.

But it was no match for Kakashi, who caught her and pinned her to the ground in a flash, forcing her to calm down. She tried to break free but gave up, partly because the alcohol was starting to take its toll, and partly because she knew her younger sister was unstoppable in moments like this.

Her heavy breathing filled the small room as she slowly calmed down, her field of vision narrowed by Kakashi’s impassive face.

“Feeling better?” she asked.

“Yeah. So, do you have any idea how to get us out of here?”

“Anko might not be a master of seals like Kushina is, but she knows enough of the devious ones to realise it’s pointless trying to break them.”

“So what? Are we just going to be stuck here until we die?”

The former ANBU looked at the door, behind which the energy of the infamous seals pulsed, revealing her neckline – which had been concealed – in the process.

In spite of herself, Obito swallowed as she saw the pale skin that had been accidentally exposed to her.

It was so rare for the young woman to show any skin – except, of course, within the elite forces, where the uniform required bare arms up to the shoulders – and it just so happened that it was that exact shade that unsettled her.

She didn’t recall feeling so uncomfortable back when they used to go to the onsen as a team…

Fortunately, Kakashi snapped out of her thoughts and moved over to her, letting her sit beside her, after rubbing a few of her sore spots.

“Have you found a solution?” she blurted out.

“Maa, do you want to leave me already?” her companion teased. “That’s not very nice.

“I just want us to be able to get out before I need to go to the loo.”

“Worst case, there’s the sink, right there.”

Her nonchalant shrug made her want to kill someone. But she knew she’d never get the better of her.

“What did that idiot say before she left?” she grumbled, rubbing the back of her neck.

“She accused us of abandoning them for ‘seven minutes in Paradise’, whatever that is.”

This time, her shrug caused the jōnin to blush as she gradually grasped the implications of the whole scene.

“I… I think I know how we might get out of here,” she mumbled.

Sitting very upright, she fiddled with her fingers, pointedly turning her face away, embarrassed.

“Oh, really? And what is it?”

“It’s… it’s just a game for kids.”

She didn’t feel like explaining what it involved, and certainly not to Kakashi. With Hound and Sukea, at a pinch, she could even play the coquette and feign a confidence she didn’t possess in that area, but not with her former teammate who’d seen her through all sorts of unsavoury situations.

“So, it’s nothing complicated.”

If she kept shrugging like that, she’d end up locking her shoulders.

Obito was so nervous she practically expected to vibrate right through the air. She had to find a way out of this without too much damage.

Perhaps losing her sight wouldn’t be such a big problem after all…

“What does it involve, then?”

How, for all her genius, could she be so naive?

“As if you didn’t know!” she snapped aggressively. “You just want to humiliate me by saying it out loud!”

Under normal circumstances, Bakashi would have worn an arrogant expression, smug in his superiority over her, or would have lashed out at her verbally, taking little pleasure in her surly manner.

But she merely widened her eyes and tilted her head to one side, just like one of her ninken.

“Obito. I became a genin at the age of five. I was never able to take part in your games,” she reminded her in a soft voice. “I haven’t the faintest idea what this one involves.”

The reminder hit her like a slap in the face, as shame consumed her.

It was easy to forget that the jōnin standing before her had spent her tender childhood years as a shinobi, surrounded by adults, missing out on the obvious milestones of that age, even in the context of war.

What’s more, these were the kinds of experiences and lessons shared with friends – things she was almost entirely deprived of.

Tormented by remorse, Obito stared at her knees, ashamed.

“‘Seven Minutes in Paradise,’” she began, “involves locking two people together for seven minutes – hence the name. The idea is that they can… deepen their relationship, by talking to each other, for example. Of course, they can also do nothing and just wait for the time to pass.”

“But we already know each other, and Anko knows that,” objected the young woman. “It doesn’t make sense; the seal should already be deactivated.”

Sage, why was it up to her to have to explain this concept?! And why couldn’t she activate her genius porn-loving brain cells and think for herself?

Couldn’t they spare her that?

“When… when I spoke of delving deeper, I meant more… stimulating activities.”

Her face must have been so red… And wearing just her crop top (which she usually wore under her uniform shirt), she could hardly hide the extent of the damage.

“Oh.”

Thanks to Jiraiya and his collection for perverts, at least that spared her further embarrassing explanations.

When Kakashi moved closer to her, she didn’t look up, remaining completely focused on her knees, anxious about how things would turn out.

It wasn’t that… it wasn’t that the idea of becoming more physical with her was unpleasant, it was just that…

She didn’t feel brave enough to put it into words.

(Among other things.)

“So,” the voice of the person in question suddenly rang out.

Obito practically jumped, snapping out of her reverie, and found herself facing her. Her, and her amused expression.

“Which of these ‘activities’ would you be most comfortable with?”

Didn’t that question make any sense? Why did Bakashi have to take a children’s game so seriously?

But she was close, too close…

And Obito felt terribly shy at that moment, unable to push her away, either physically or with words.

So she turned her face away once more.

“It doesn’t matter,” she muttered. “What matters is being able to get out, in the end.”

“It matters to me.”

It was strange to hear her use that soft tone, and even more so towards her, with that gentle look in her grey eyes.

But it was nothing compared to the humiliation she would suffer when faced with the inevitable confession.

“You… have you ever taken part in seduction missions?”

Surprised by the change of subject, Kakashi’s eyes widened slightly and she took a step back.

“ANBU missions are classified as top secret. I’m not allowed to answer that. But, yes, I’ve had to carry out a few.”

She laughed softly, ignoring the alarmed look on her interlocutor’s face, at hearing her make an exception (for her!) to the rules so dear to the elite corps and its members.

“Dad was furious the first time. He stormed into the Council meeting and gave everyone a dressing-down, including Minato-sensei. But he had to admit, eventually, that I wasn’t a little girl anymore.”

It was rather amusing, actually, to picture the scene.

But that didn’t make what followed any easier.

“I… I haven’t. The clan strictly forbids it.”

“I know,” she replied calmly.

Suddenly remembering that she’d had to work with her cousins, Obito hung her head, embarrassed.

“W-what I mean is…”

“Obito.”

Her suddenly serious tone, that of a captain accustomed to being obeyed, made her instantly sit up straight, almost at attention.

“We have no business doing anything you don’t want to,” she continued in an unyielding tone. “And even less so for a ‘game’.”

She had never been under the command of her former teammate; suddenly finding herself in this situation had a… strange effect on her.

“But, the seal…”

“There are at least thirty kunoichi on the other side. They’ll eventually come and free us, especially as we’re locked in here with the food supplies.”

She stepped away from her and leaned against the wall. Kakashi no longer displayed the gentleness she’d witnessed a moment ago.

The moment had passed, she realised.

Knowing that the jōnin respected her enough not to force her, especially for something as trivial as a game, warmed her heart.

And not just that.

This realisation made her cheeks flush once more as she pressed her hands against them.

She glanced over at her fellow sufferer. Naturally, she had pulled her ever-present book out of her bag and seemed at ease.

Obito took a moment to think, clenched her fists, controlled her breathing, before standing up in turn to kneel beside her.

“Kiss me.”

Her request seemed to echo off the walls, whilst her companion moved the book away from her face, staring at her with a look of surprise.

“Pardon?”

“You heard me loud and clear! Go on!”

Her apparent aggression was merely a fragile façade; neither of them was fooled by the Uchiha’s agitation, which was more taut than a bowstring.

Kakashi had better hurry; she wouldn’t hold out much longer…

Contrary to all expectations, she did the opposite, covering her face with her book to stifle a giggle before pushing it aside and sitting up straight, leaning towards her, looking as nonchalantly relaxed as ever.

How much damage would she cause if she incinerated her with a well-aimed fireball?

She quickly closed her eyes, turning her face in her approximate direction, her jaw clenched.

“No.”

Opening her eyes again, Obito glared at her. Wasn’t she done adding to her collection of rejections, then?

But she quickly forgot her mood as she fell into the vast grey expanse of her eyes.

“You still don’t want to,” Kakashi concluded.

Stung to the quick, she did what she did best: reacted impulsively.

So, when Kakashi started to step back, she grabbed her by the collar of her vest and pressed her lips against her, covered by the mask.

Then she stepped back, released her, and glared at her.

“There.”

She glanced at the seal’s energy, but it seemed unchanged.

“Wow,” Kakashi remarked calmly. “That was rubbish.”

Feeling insulted, she spun round, ready to hurl abuse at her, only to freeze as she watched her lower her mask, revealing her face to her once more (but of her own accord this time), flashing a smug smile.

“I think we should practise. What do you say?”

Obito felt all the blood drain from her body once more, rushing to her face, at this suggestion.

Yūgao was on the verge of strangling Anko as she pressed her.

Just how drunk on sake was she to have thought that locking the captain – ex-captain – and her best enemy in the same room was a good idea?

Okay, it wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t sent Uchiwa in her place, but it wasn’t the same!

“Calm down, Miss ANBU,” Anko grumbled. “I’m trying to work here.”

She didn’t let go of her, merely loosening her grip, trying to keep her nerves in check as her mind played out various possible scenarios.

What state would they find them in? Should she contact the hospital or the mortuary? What would she say to the Hokage? And the commander?

Oh, Sage, and Sakumo-san?

“Done,” declared the tokujō. “Let me go now.”

Too anxious to be polite, Yūgao complied, glaring at her before opening the door, ready to fight if necessary.

“Ah, looks like we’ve got company,” Kakashi remarked placidly.

“You’re on it,” Obito muttered. “Carry on. Don’t stop.”

“Your wishes are my commands.”

Still standing in the doorway, Yūgao remained frozen in her defensive stance, gazing at the scene, open-mouthed.

Behind her, Anko leaned forward before whistling loudly and cheering Kakashi on with her usual finesse.

But her former superior didn’t seem to need it, given the moans of pleasure coming from the Uchiha on her lap.

Whether it was because of the tongue in her mouth or the strategic places where her hands were, she clearly wasn’t going to probe any further.

Instead, she sighed and relaxed, clearing her throat.

“You’re free to go, girls, don’t get up to too much mischief!”

She grabbed Anko by the arm – there was no way she was going to disturb the new couple, who’d been so hard to bring together – to drag her away and give them a bit of privacy.

“Oh, by the way, Obi-chan!” she remembered.

The girl in question lazily opened one drowsy eye, turning vaguely towards her, looking positively dishevelled, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed.

The captain could certainly have that effect, it was true.

“You should pull her hair. Or nibble her neck. She loves that.”

Her wink seemed to make her blush even more, but the jōnin appeared to be giving it serious thought as she turned her back on them, closing the door just in time to muffle the rant of the future target of such attentions.

“You and Hatake?” whispered Anko.

“I had a life before Hayate,” she replied mysteriously.

Now reassured about the fate of those two, she rejoined the kunoichi and allowed herself to properly enjoy the atmosphere.

She was going to have plenty to tell tomorrow!