Outside My Window
Tossing and turning in his bed, Kakashi frequently had trouble sleeping due to insomnia. After hours of attempting to sleep and failing, surely not even Icha Icha would help. He felt it necessary to take a walk. The fresh air would do him good. Kakashi chose a different path than his usual route in the hopes that new visuals would give him a much-needed distraction from his inner thoughts.
His keen sense of hearing clued him into sounds he had not heard in a long while. Continuing along this path could be intriguing and might lead him to where the sound was coming from. As he got closer, he deduced it was not just random sound, but music. Music from a piano. Kakashi hurried his pace to pinpoint exactly where this music was coming from. This mystery kind of excited him. He discovered the music was created from the second story of an apartment building; the musician's window was open. Kakashi wanted to see who was creating this beautiful music, so he hopped on a nearby tree branch parallel to the window.
That was when Kakashi saw you for the first time, looking so alluring and poised sitting on the piano bench. He never heard such fascinating music before. The notes were pouring from your fingers, the expressions on your face depicted all the emotions from the piece. Kakashi didn’t know much about music, but he could appreciate when someone had perfected their craft. Clearly you had.
He took a seat on the branch, leaning against the trunk of the tree, one leg straight, one leg bent. Without much time at all, Kakashi closed his eye and unknowingly drifted off to sleep.
The morning light shone through the roof tops, yet Kakashi was still asleep. You leisurely got ready for your day. As you walked down the steps of your apartment, you noticed a shinobi man sleeping in the tree next to your building.
“Tough night,” you said to yourself. You set off for your lessons and rehearsal and went about your business. You returned home in the evening and opened your window to let in the cool evening air. You remembered there had been a man sleeping in the tree earlier in the morning and noticed he was gone now. You began to practice the piano once more, as you did every night.
Kakashi received an excellent night’s sleep the evening he listened to your music a few nights ago, which allowed him several days of high energy, but eventually his sleeplessness plagued him again. He couldn’t help but be taken in by the thought of the woman masterfully playing her piano. The warmth of his bed was not enough, so he went on another walk, hoping you would be practicing your art once again.
To his immense pleasure, you were at the piano once more. As before, he jumped into the tree and sat himself on the branch. He gazed at your dexterous fingers and pondered about your history. He also noticed there was no sheet music to be found. You were practicing from memory.
Kakashi’s mind began to calm. He desired nothing more but to stay awake and listen to you, but eventually he succumbed to his body’s pleas for sleep.
The next morning, you got an early start to your chores but before you stepped out, you noticed the same ninja as before sleeping in the tree. This time you took a moment to analyze him and ponder what brought him here. You heard an unknown sound and stuck your head out the window to figure out what it was. It was a very small snore coming from the sleeping man. You scrunched your nose and smiled as you thought it was pretty cute.
Your errands took less time than anticipated and you were back before noon. To your disbelief, that sleeping man was still there! Although it might be considered rude, you decided to wake him to hear his story.
“Hey,” you spoke. Nothing happened, not even a stir. “Hey!” you yelled, much louder this time.
“Uhaaahhh!!!” yelled the man as he quickly rose to his feet, only to lose his balance and began to fall off the tree branch. Luckily, he was able to center his chakra into his feet so he stood on the underside of the branch to prevent an embarrassing fall.
“You snore a little bit, it’s quite adorable,” you giggled.
Kakashi jumped down from the branch and landed gracefully, although surprisingly close to you. You were now face-to-face with the sleeping man in the tree. You couldn’t help but be slightly intimidated by his lean body and handsome face, at least from what you could see of it.
“Oh do I?” he asked as he chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. “S-sorry about that.”
“I’m sorry for waking you with such a fright, but I wanted to ask, what are you doing here? I’ve seen you sleeping there a couple times now and I was wondering why that is.”
“Oh, well, I uh...” his cheeks were a little flushed as he gathered the right words to explain his actions. His demeanor changed and you could tell he took your question very seriously now.
“In all honesty, I suffer from insomnia, so I take walks to get out of my apartment and change things up. It helps to break away from the mundane and enjoy a new path every once in a while. That’s when I heard something magnificent, your music.
“H-how flattering you are,” you said shyly.
“I would never mean to bother you or interrupt your practicing, however.”
You couldn’t help but soak in his genuine response. You felt bad for him too, everyone has their foibles you supposed.
“I appreciate the compliment. I am a pianist and am trying to become a soloist. Sometimes I have performance anxiety so I practice as often as possible to overcome that fear. It’s funny to learn I was performing for you without even knowing it!”
“Thank you for waking me. I am late for the training of my students. I should be off; they are likely becoming impatient by now,” he said somewhat sheepishly.
“Before you go, do you mind if I ask for your name?”
“How rude of me not to properly introduce myself. I am Kakashi Hatake. People sometimes call me the Copy Ninja. And what, might I ask, is your name?”
“It’s Y/n.”
“It was a pleasure to be woken up by you and I sincerely enjoyed your music,” he said with a closed eye smile.
“Maybe I’ll see you around again sometime,” you said with a blush on your face.
“I’d like that, very much.” And he was gone in a poof.
A few more days passed and like clockwork, Kakashi’s insomnia took root and so he tried his luck venturing in your direction. He was thankful once more to hear your piano in the distance.
Taking his usual place on the tree branch, he gazed at how your fingers seemed to fly from one key to the next. Since you were aware of Kakashi’s visits now, you were a bit more observant of the tree outside your window. You noticed when Kakashi jumped into the tree and tried your best not to get nervous performing for him. You looked over to him and smiled, indicating you were aware of an audience. Once the piece concluded, you heard clapping from outside your window. You walked over to see Kakashi giving you a standing ovation and a thunderous applause.
“Brava. That was delightful.”
“You’re much too kind. I made a few mistakes because I was nervous playing for you.”
“I make you nervous?” he said with a sly smile. “I couldn't hear any mistakes. It sounded perfect to me.”
You turned your face to hide the bright pink sheen of your cheeks by his praise. “Why don’t you come inside so we don’t have to yell at each other?”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hinder your practicing.”
“Absolutely. I’ll come open the door for you.”
Kakashi jumped down from the tree and walked to your door. You greeted him again and stepped aside for his entry. He took his sandals off in the entryway and stood waiting for your direction.
“Can I get you anything?” you asked.
“No, I’m fine, thank you.”
“Pull up a chair beside the piano. Let me play for you.”
“I am honored to be graced with my own personal concert.”
You began to play and Kakashi was grateful to see you up close to notice the subtleties of your movements. Your body reflected the sounds produced by each touch of the key. Sometimes your touches were deep into the keys, whereas others were light as a feather. What marvelous technique.
“I noticed you don’t play with sheet music. Do you have a photographic memory?” Kakashi wondered, reflecting on his Sharigan’s ability to recall information.
“Hahaha no, but I play my pieces so often that my fingers just know where to go. Muscle memory is a remarkable thing. Here, let me show you. Trade places with me.”
You stood up from the piano and ushered him to take a seat on the bench.
“I-I couldn’t, I’ve never played before,” he said awkwardly.
“It’s never too late to learn,” you said with a confident smile.
You showed him the fingerings and taught him the letter names. You demonstrated the C Major scale with your right hand and had him mirror you. When he made mistakes, he retracted his hand from the keys, but you gracefully picked up his hand in encouragement and placed his fingers on the correct keys. You took note of his long and slender digits in his fingerless gloves. He gave your fingers a few lingering touches here and there which gave you butterflies. He progressed enough for you to teach him how to play it two handed.
“You did well! I figured you would since you’re the Copy Ninja of the Leaf!”
He laughed. “Well, it’s only because I have a skilled and patient teacher.”
You smiled at the flattery. The evening continued on with showing him the treble and bass clef, introducing him to basic note reading, and then showing him the type of music that you’re working on currently. That led into further conversation about your background, how you got into music initially, and you asked about Kakashi’s life as a ninja. Your exchange moved from the piano over to the couch for more comfortable seating. Hours flew by as it became deep into the night. You played another piece for him on the piano and discovered he had fallen asleep! You pulled a blanket over him and moved his hair away from his peaceful face. You were tired as well and adjourned to your bedroom for rest.
The next morning, you expected your guest to be fast asleep on your couch, but what you found instead was a neatly folded blanket and a scroll.
“Thank you for your hospitality and kindness. I shall treasure it always.”
You rejoiced in his message but were also saddened by its finality. It worried you that you may not see the Copy Ninja again.
A week passed and still no sight of Kakashi. You knew for certain that you had done or said something to scare him away. You tried consoling yourself by postulating he was away on a mission instead. That evening, it was pouring rain, but not even this storm would stop you from practicing.
Kakashi visited the graves of his friends and that of his father. His insomnia was hitting him with full force this evening as he also agonized over the guilt of his past. Although he didn’t want to trouble you with his problems, his heart needed some form of comfort, and he felt like that could be your music. His feet took him to the tree outside your window without his mind realizing it.
You paused your playing for a moment and had an innate sense to check outside your window. Low and behold, there he was. Kakashi stood beside the tree, not looking anywhere in particular. You tried calling his name, but he did not respond. You figured the rain was too heavy for him to hear you, so you quickly grabbed an umbrella and headed outside.
You went up to Kakashi and held up your umbrella over the two of you. Clearly something was amiss due to the solemn expression on his face.
“Are you ok? You’re standing out here soaking wet. You must be freezing.”
He only gave a small nod in response.
“Please, come with me.”
You reached for his hand and he extended his own. You interlaced your fingers with his and noticed they were icy to the touch. You led him up the stairs and into your apartment. You hung your umbrella on your coat rack so that you could assist him in removing his gloves and sandals. Next, you helped him off with his jonin vest and hung it on the rack to dry as well.
“I’m going to look for clothes that might fit you. We need to get you nice and dry. In the meantime, come over to the fireplace with me and I’ll light you a fire.”
You took his cold hand again and walked him over to the fireplace. You set a log in, lit a fire, and swiftly went to your bedroom and rummaged through your belongings to find clothes that would suit him. You came back with sweat pants and a jacket and offered them to him. You had a towel for his hair also.
“Thank you. You’re too kind to me.”
“It’s no trouble at all, trust me. I just hope they fit you.”
Kakashi started to remove his shirt and you caught a glimpse of his ripped abs. Your face instantly turned red before you said hurriedly, “I’ll leave you for a moment to give you some privacy.”
Kakashi reached for and grasped your hand as you began to walk toward your bedroom. “N-no, ah, I mean, if you could just turn around, that would be fine.”
You nodded, and so you turned. You could hear the light sound of his shirt hit the floor, followed by the thump of his wet pants. You couldn’t help but blush.
“You can turn back now, I’m decent. The sweatpants fit well, but I’ll keep wearing my undershirt with my mask.”
“Sounds good,” you responded, but then you noticed he still had his wet headband on. “Wait, you need to take your headband off to be truly comfortable!”
He smiled delicately and bowed his head as you carefully removed it for him. His hair splattered across his face once you lifted the headband off. He chuckled and started shaking his head slightly, flicking some raindrops onto you.
“Hey, watch it buddy!” you laughed as well. “I brought you a towel for that very reason.” You handed it to him.
“Sorry about that! I’m part dog sometimes.” He patted his hair off with the towel. You noticed he kept his right eye, a gorgeous shade of grey, open while his left remained closed.
“It’s ok, I like dogs,” you smirked. “I’ll hang everything on the coat rack so they have a chance to dry as well.” You scooped up his wet clothes and hung them the best you could. As you came back to the fireplace, you saw his figure illuminated in the flames and thought you saw his sorrow begin to lift. You hoped in your heart that was true. You took the cushions, pillows, and blankets from the couch and brought them closer to the fireplace so you could sit comfortably in front of the warm fire. As Kakashi sat down, you rested a blanket across his shoulders and sat beside him.
In comfortable silence you sat, watching the flames dance. You didn’t want to pry into his business if he wasn’t ready to share.
Eventually Kakashi broke the silence and began, “I know I’ve said it a few times now, but I mean it every time. Thank you for your kindness. I visited the graves of those I care for and I get in a state of mind I can’t shake. I feel guilty for my past, for my comrades.”
“I am not a ninja, so I can’t say I completely understand what you’re going through, but from what I’ve learned about your character and matter of being, I know you did your very best.”
This led to further stories about Kakashi’s life, both his sorrows and successes. As the fire burnt out, he helped you bring the cushions, pillows, and blankets over near the couch and you both sat on the floor, leaning against it. Hours went by, filled with the stories of his goofy comrades and their wild adventures. In time, Kakashi laid his head down upon the cushions on the floor and you laid down on the couch. The conversation dwindled as sleep overtook you both.
A creak in the floor woke you. It was still dark out, but Kakashi’s frame was no longer beside you. Near the door, you saw him walking toward the coat rack.
“K-Kakashi?” you said, somewhat deliriously.
He immediately turned around, came back over and knelt beside you. “I am so sorry for waking you.”
“Are you leaving?”
“I fear I have imposed upon your time far greater than I should.” There was a strand of hair covering your face that he brushed behind your ear. He stood and began to turn away.
Very lightly, you took hold of his wrist and pleaded, “Please...wait?”
In his eye, you looked so sweet and pure, he couldn’t possibly tear himself away from you now. The fact that you wanted him here with you touched his heart.
You rearranged the cushions and pillows on the floor so the two of you could lie down together. You wriggled under the blanket and motioned him to join you. There you two were, laying face-to-face, only inches apart.
“I noticed something last night.” You ran your hand up and down his arm.
“Hmm?” He snuck a foot between yours.
“You fell asleep last night and I wasn’t playing the piano. You overcame your insomnia.”
He blinked a few times and then had a wide smile on his face under his mask. In that moment, it became so obvious that it wasn’t your music he was seeking comfort in. Perhaps initially it was, but then he got to know you and understand your nature. Who was he kidding; he found solace in you.
“And I noticed something too,” Kakashi said, looking at you with intensity.
“W-what would that be?” your heart began to race a little.
“That you overcame your performance anxiety.”
“Oh no,” you chuckled. “That’s because I was playing for you.”
“Is that so?” he said with a soft smile. “Is there something special about me?” he spoke sensually.
“Well... I uh...” you suddenly panicked at the thought of revealing your heart’s desire to him.
He laughed in a sultry way. “Don’t worry, I’ll go first. I believe you to be a kind-hearted individual,” he found your hand in the blanket, brought it to his mask and kissed it, “who intrinsically helps others.” He tilted his head up to kiss your forehead. Your heart was beating uncontrollably now.
“Your caring nature,” he moved to kiss your cheek, “fills the hearts of all who know you,” he crossed over your nose to kiss your other cheek. “Your music and sharp intellect,” he kissed your nose, “will change the world,” he looked at you with a beaming eye. “Not to mention, you are breathtakingly beautiful.”
It took you a few deep breaths to gather yourself before you could respond.
“And you, Mr. Copy Ninja,” you said with a flushed face.
“Hmm?”
“Although you have a past that hurts your core,” you ran your fingers through his hair, “it’s because of your love of others that the pain is so strong.” He held your hand against his face and opened his Sharingan eye. “You are a talented ninja,” he guided your fingers to hook them into his mask, “who is known, admired, and beloved all across this land,” he assisted you in pulling down his mask and revealing his face.
Your breath hitched as you saw his stunning face for the first time.
“Y-you know,” the words barely came out. “You’re devastatingly handsome yourself,” you said in awe.
He brought his hand to your lower back and pulled you closer to him. That allowed you to fit your leg between his, resulting in your bodies touching intimately. He moved his hand to your waist and held you in a sensual way. Your arm laid atop his as you felt his muscular shoulder. Kakashi slowly brought his nose to yours, testing the waters to see if you would reciprocate. Your eyes would flicker between his grey eye, red eye, and his lips. You leaned in and bit your bottom lip in anticipation of what could happen, what you hoped would happen next.
This action sent Kakashi overboard. The sexiness of your lips made him want a taste of you, badly. His lips touched yours in the most seductive way, you whimpered at the soft sensation. He started slowly at first, feeling the moist nature of your lips against his own. You brought your hand to his chest and felt his heart racing as fast as yours. The kiss was so pleasurable Kakashi couldn’t help but tease your tongue to come out and play. He licked at your lips, inviting your tongue to join his. As you accepted his invitation, his body moved against yours. His arm embraced you and you wrapped your leg around his hip. Kakashi sucked on your tongue, starting from the tip and worked his way down until your lips met again. He loved the taste of you.
************************************************************************
You wanted more as well. Your hands were no longer satisfied with touching his clothed chest, you reached under his shirt and began to help him off with it. Now you got the full sight of his bare chest and it made you feel hot.
He smiled and said, “This isn’t fair anymore, Y/n. You have on more articles of clothing than I do. I feel I must change that, with your permission of course.” You nodded and he slipped his warm fingers up your shirt and helped you off with it, kissing your front on each new exposed bit of skin.
“I still have more clothes on than you do,” you said, gesturing at your bra.
“Would you like assistance with that?” he responded eagerly.
“Yes please.”
Kakashi leaned his back against the couch and adjusted you to sit between his legs, your back towards him. His nimble fingers unlatched the bra in mere moments. His hands glided underneath the straps on your shoulders and followed your arms down, pushing them inward which pressed your breasts together. Kakashi leaned over you so he could watch as the cups exposed you to him. He did so until the bra was completely off.
His right hand trailed back to your hip, drifted across your waist and landed just before the base of your breast. Kakashi’s left hand looped around you, touched your skin, and began making its way up your stomach. His fingers trailed between your mounds, being careful not to graze them. He found your jaw and tilted your head to the left, revealing your neck. You leaned back on him and could feel his hardened member against your back. He began kissing and sucking on your neck as he held you in place. His right hand lightly touched you and teased your tit. He drew circles around your nipple before finally grasping your breast fully in his strong hand. You moaned at being handled. His lips made their way to your earlobe. He nibbled on the flesh as you felt his warm breath on you. He stuck his tongue in your ear and the wet sensation gave you goosebumps. You squeezed at his thighs as your yearning became unbearable.
The teasing had your core burning with heat. You stood, turned to face him, and removed both your pants and underwear simultaneously. He swallowed hard, taking in the glorious sight of your naked body before him.
“I’ve come to find that you now have more clothing on than me, Kakashi. Can I help you fix this problem?” You offered a hand to help him stand.
“Only if that’s what you want.”
“Yes, I want you.”
Kakashi took your hand and stood. He stepped forward to grasp your face in his hands and kissed you. It was rough this time, filled with lust and desire. You broke away for a moment, gasping for air. Your hands gripped at his hips to slide his sweats and boxers down, but his bulge was so large, it needed help to be sprung free. You lifted the sweats up and over his groin to reveal his impressive cock. The sweats and underwear dropped to the floor as you stood there, staring.
“My eyes are up here, Y/n,” he grinned mischievously.
He kicked the clothing away and sat back down on the floor. He took your hand in his to motion you onto the floor with him. He sat on the ground with his back leaning against the couch. You straddled his legs and sat on his lap, his length between your lower lips. Your body instinctively began to move up and down against him, your wetness coating him. The motion made you desperate for the sensation in your core to be satisfied. Kakashi kissed your chest. He started sucking and biting at your nipples. Your desire to be filled was overtaking you. You grasped his hair and gently tugged to pull his head back. You leaned up on your knees to bring his tip in line with your entrance. You wanted to see the look in his eyes when he entered you for the first time.
Painstakingly slowly, you glided down on his dick. The sensation made both your mouths part and moan loudly. Kakashi’s eyes widened as you got closer to his base, and his eyes rolled back when he bottomed out. You rolled slowly forward and backward, pelvis to pelvis, adjusting to his girth. Your grip on his hair slackened and you were desperate for his lips once again.
You leaned down to kiss him, but his movements were too fast for you and suddenly you found yourself lying on your back. He had control now. It made you breathless. Kakashi leaned over your body and began to pull out of you.
You whined saying, “Where are you going?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you.”
He stopped pulling out as just his tip was left. He pumped in and out, but he would add a little more length each time until he finally bottomed out inside you once more, hitting your cervix. You moaned again with pleasure, but it was muffled by his lips. Kakashi’s tongue swirled in your mouth as he explored you. He grinded into you hard; you loved being filled by his cock and by his tongue.
“I want you to feel good, the best you’ve ever felt.”
“Is that so? I-I’d like to see you try,” you said between pants.
He grinned, bit your lip playfully and in a swift motion, had you on top of him again. He leaned up off the floor and stole your lips in another kiss. He wrapped one arm around you to keep you bouncing on top of him. He broke the kiss and touched his fingers to your lips.
“Suck on my fingers and then I’ll show you just how good you can feel.”
You did as instructed and seductively sucked on the copy ninja’s fingers, pretending like they were his dick. You took them deep and hollowed your cheeks as you sucked them to the top. Kakashi shuddered with delight as he watched you.
Once they were coated to his liking, he laid back on the floor and said, “Ride me as much as you’d like and I’ll uphold my promise.”
You liked the sound of that and began to rock yourself on him, only to feel his fingers sneak up and find your clit. You squealed at the sensation and made eye contact with him. The skill of his fingers was apparent instantly and it sent jolts of arousal all throughout your body. He lifted his hips up at such an angle that had him hitting your sweet spot with every move you made. The sensation stimulated you to ride him faster and harder, the heat gathering inside you. In a burst of passion, you screamed as you came more profoundly than ever before. The tightness of your insides pulsing and contracting around his sex made Kakashi call our your name as he came soon thereafter. You both moaned together in harmony as you rode the waves of ecstasy.
After your whole-body orgasm, you nearly fell atop him, but your hands landed on either side of his head. You both heaved, trying to fill your lungs with air after such a powerful connection. You gazed deeply into his mismatched eyes as tears welled up in yours. He gently brushed them along your cheeks with his clean hand and cupped your face with a look of concern.
“Is something wrong, Y/n?” he asked with the sincerest of smiles.
“Oh, no. It’s nothing like that. It’s just...” you trailed off.
“Hmm?” he looked up at you with adoring eyes.
“I’m so glad to have met the ninja outside my window.”
Another tear fell as you smiled and said, “I’m so glad you fell asleep outside my window.”