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It's been 12 minutes, 35 seconds, and 54 milliseconds since (Y/N) started talking to him, and Kakashi could feel himself getting angrier and angrier by the second.

What are they talking about for so long anyway?!

15 minutes ago, Kakashi and (Y/N) walked into A.C.E., a fancy cocktail bar, for their annual "yay Konoha didn't get blown up" celebration.

Since it was a more formal event, all of the shinobi ditched their usual army green flak jackets and animal masks for neat button downs and dresses.

So, right as Kakashi thought (Y/N) could not get any more beautiful, she walked out of her house wearing a (F/C) skintight dress, catching not only his attention, but the attention of every other male in the room.

This was probably the reason why (Y/N) was whisked away in the matter of 2 minutes, 24 seconds, and 46 milliseconds by a supposed "childhood friend" who wanted to "catch up".

Now, Kakashi was fine with (Y/N) having male friends. She could have as many as she wanted... as long as they were ugly.

But no. Attractive people must have attractive friends, which made their also attractive boyfriends upset with their life choices.

This was why Kakashi sat, fists balled and teeth clenched, glaring at the two "companions" as they laughed, talked, and drank together.

However, the longer he sat there, the less he understood why, of all people, she chose him to be her friend.

Everything about him seemed so... irritating.

The way he smiled, the way he laughed, and even the way he sat was just... aggravating.

It was taking every ounce of self control Kakashi had to not slap that stupid bandana off of his h-

"Hey Kakashi!"

A sudden clap on his back nearly sent him flying off of the barstool he was sitting on.

"Why are you sitting here alone? Where's (Y/N)?"

Kakashi's grip on his glass tightened.

"She's over there." He said, staring at the spot where you were standing.

Asuma followed his comrade's eyes carefully before breaking into a large grin.

"Ohh, you mean Mr. Steal Yo Girl."

"Don't say that."

"I mean..."

He wrapped his arm around Kakashi's shoulders.

"Look," He began, suddenly lowering his voice, "I'm your friend, so it's my job to tell you the hard truth. You see the lack of distance between the two of them?"

Kakashi nodded slowly.

"It's less than 90 centimeters! And you see the way he's holding his drink? He's totally into her."

Kakashi's eyebrows began unconsciously knitting themselves together.

"But, if you think that's bad, then look at the way that senbon is placed in his mouth. He definitely wants to fuck her."

Kakashi banged his fist on the bar table and stood up suddenly, as Asuma took a nice, long sip of his drink.

"T-there's no way that (Y/N) would do that do me!"

"You're right... but there's no telling what he might do."

Kakashi stood there, speechlessly angry.

"So Kakashi," Asuma said, placing his hands on Kakashi's shoulders, "as a friend and as a brother, I really think that you should get her out of here. Now."

"I..." He began, looking back and forth from (Y/N) to Asuma. "You're right. I'm going to go over there right now!"

Kakashi downed the glass of clear liquid in his hand before slamming it harshly on the table.

"Atta boy! Go over there while the vodka lasts." Asuma called out after him.

"It's water!"

Asuma sweatdropped while staring at his receding figure.

"Right..."

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"I know! The old man just had to walk by as the kunai left his hand."

"Well, at least he got a nice haircut." He laughed.

For the past fifteen minutes, you and Genma had been catching up on your childhood shenanigans and current careers. Although you both lived in the same village, your jobs often got in the way of your conversations. It honestly felt nice to be able to reconnect with an old friend, and you almost forgot how easy it was to talk to him. Everything was going great until Kakashi suddenly appeared out of nowhere and pulled you into him by the waist.

"(Y/N), we're leaving."

"W-what?"

"Sorry to cut this conversation short, Genma, but we have places to be. Maybe you guys can catch up some other time."

"Wait! We were having a ni-"

And just like that, a puff of smoke transported you to the small alleyway next to the bar.

You scoffed as the smoke cleared.

"What's gotten into you?! You can't just walk up to us a-"

You were interrupted when a pair of lips crashed into yours, kissing you hungrily yet filled with passion.

You attempted to shove him away, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, his lips traveling to the side of your neck.

"K-kakashi, what are y-"

He bit your neck harshly in response.

"You're mine. Got that?" He asked, before placing his lips on your neck again.

"Y-yes..." you replied breathily.

He slowly let go of your wrists and lifted you up in his arms, pushing you firmly against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders tightly, attempting to stifle your moans.

You had no idea why he got so upset all of a sudden, but to be completely honest, you didn't really mind.

After a while, he began slowly pulling away, giving you a quick peck while doing so.

"There." He began, admiring his work, "Now everyone else knows too."

You blushed heavily and buried your face into his neck, feeling him chuckle as he let you down. You knew that it was going to be hard to cover that mark tomorrow.

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Meanwhile, Genma sat there, partially shocked as the smoke cleared.

How did he know?

A sudden figure appeared behind him, snatching a crinkled bill from his back pocket.

"What the f-"

"You owe me 200 yen."

Genma rolled his eyes before attempting to snatch the bill back from the thief.

"I'm not giving you anything until I see that hickey tomorrow."

Asuma grinned mischievously.

"Oh trust me. It'll be there."

Genma pulled the senbon out of his mouth and waved it in front of Asuma's face threateningly.

"You didn't do anything to influence him, did you?"

"Psh... it was against our agreement! I would never."

"Fine. Ta-"

But he was already walking away.

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