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Chapter 1
The steam clouds pour out from the shower as you pull aside the curtain and step out onto the Caribbean blue bathmat. Water drips down from your body as you grab a towel hanging from the rod on your right and set about drying yourself off. You move about in a mechanical fashion as you dry yourself in haphazard manner, not even registering the spots you missed on your breasts and hips.
You had had a long - very long - day and all you want to do right now is get on a pair of yoga pants and an overly large white sleeveless undershirt you called your pajamas. A cup of tea and a nice story to read…
Gentle music playing in the background…
Yes, that was sounding ideal.
You lift the towel and set to wrapping it about your head, drying the damp curls of your hair. You glance at the mirror on the wall to your left, catching the hazy outline of your reflection. You pause before you reach out and wipe the steam off the reflective surface. You aren’t a startling beauty but the bags under your eyes and the somewhat sickly pallor to your skin show the obvious. You are beyond exhausted.
You study the dark shadows that smudge the skin below your eyes, the eye color seeming to shift under the light of the room. Your eyes tend to do that, look darker than they actually were and then burst with surprising color when you angled your face in the sunlight in just the right way. It is one of two features you inherited from your mother and it was the only thing she gave you that you could almost thank her for…
As for your hair, your second inherited feature, it matches your eyes, seeming darker than it was until you stepped out into sunlight and then it would explode with brilliant subdued hues of warm color.
However, at the moment, the lighting in the bathroom is not doing you any favors.
You let out a huff in breath before you finish wrapping the towel around your head, twisting it in a lazy manner. As you open the bathroom door, forgoing covering your naked form with said towel, the steam clouds stream out into the colder hallway beyond. You live alone in a tiny studio apartment on the edge of your hometown. You have very few close family, though many estranged relatives, and no real friends to call your own. Considering the hours you worked at your job as a sign language translator, the amount of Zoom meetings that had escalated because this pandemic that had started a year prior, you hardly had any time to even think beyond getting your job done and seeing to your own daily needs.
Arranging for visiting your close family - whom you love dearly - or seeking a one night stand was not on the top of your to do list.
Besides, you like walking around your tiny apartment nude. It is one of the few pleasures in life you get to keep – the safety of your tiny home allowed you to walk around as naked as the day you were born. As long as you kept the window curtains firmly closed. Even now, you didn’t think anything of it as you walk barefoot out into the hallway, the steam trailing behind you as it clings to your body.
You enjoyed having insanely hot showers.
If you weren’t so tired, you would have noticed that there is something… off with your hallway.
It isn’t the same tiny hallway in your studio apartment.
You vaguely notice the strangeness when the hallway seems a lot longer then you remember. You pause, taking in the sight of wooden panels of the walls that surround you…
This is not your hallway.
A heartbeat later, a loud choking sound comes from just ahead of you.
As you turn to look, your hands still buried in the towel as you were twisting it up and flipping back, you catch sight of a very tall silver haired man standing in an open room beyond the hallway you are in. He looks like he was just getting ready to relax himself, a cup brought halfway to his lips. He is wearing nothing more than a pair of blue pants that hang low on his narrow hips. A slim but well muscled build finishing off at a bare chest with broad shoulders. A red tattoo of some kind is on his left bicep. Your eyes quickly glance up to catch sight of the man’s face, a nasty looking scar crossing his left eye. He has… a very handsome face and it is red as a tomato as he studies you in turn.
He looks like he is about to have a heart attack.
A tiny trickle of blood is seen peeking from his nose.
It finally hits you that you are standing in this strange wood paneled hallway, with a strange looking man, completely and utterly naked.
It is a surreal moment as you stare at one another before a sudden scream erupts from your mouth, startling the man into dropping his cup.
Before the cup even smashes to the wooden floor, you turn around and dash back into the door you had just emerged from. You slam it behind you, looking around you to make sure it is your place. It is with a sense of relief that you see that it is your own tiny bathroom with beige walls and cheap linoleum floors. You feel your heart pounding as you realize there had been a very strange man beyond this door. In a place that was not your studio apartment. Very carefully, you open the door and peek your head out of the bathroom.
You see the familiar beige walls and cheap imitation wood flooring of your tiny hallway.
No wood paneled walls or strange silver haired man with the scar across his left eye.
You blink as you stick your head out further, seeing no strangers and no strange hallway.
As you step out into the hallway, you notice that your towel is missing. It must have fallen off your head in your frantic need to hide your naked self from the stranger’s eyes.
You wonder… what had just happened?
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Kakashi can only stare at the spot where you were standing just a moment before.
He had just come back from a hard training session with his students and was looking forward to just relaxing with his favorite book. He had gotten comfortable and was taking a sip of his tea, when the sound of a door sliding open caught his hearing.
Imagine his surprise when you had stepped out of his hallway closet, a trail of steam following after you as you wrapped a white towel around your head.
You were naked, your body glistening under the lamplight as you turned to face him and started walking. You hadn’t noticed him but he had certainly noticed you.
Especially when he had full view of your shapely form.
Attraction was nothing new for Kakashi.
There were many beautiful women that called the village their home and even more that traveled through.
Yet, he had never seen a woman like you before.
You were short and thick with shapely breasts, a small waist and wide hips making an hourglass figure.
Child bearing, the thought had come unbidden.
Your body told your story.
You were not a warrior of any caliber. You looked soft and plump and…
SQUISHY.
A part of him wanted to find out just how soft and squishy you were… That thought alone had set his blood to boiling and the warmth filled his cheeks.
He wondered if you had been a prank or trick from one of the others. It wouldn’t be the first time they had tried to prank him but the first it had been in his own apartment. Not that he minded, it’s not everyday a strange but beautiful woman came out of his closet naked.
The moment you paused in your steps, and the realization that you were somewhere strange touched your features, Kakashi began to slowly realize this might not be a trick…
So that meant… you were a wonderfully shapely stranger in his home…
A random naked woman in his home…
The blood rushed even more to his face and he choked on the tea he had been sipping, catching your attention.
The moment your eyes met, the tension in the air was heavy and thick…
In his haze filled mind, he noted your eyes were… deep and warm.
Until you had screamed bloody murder and dashed back into the closet, the door sliding shut behind you. You had startled him so much that he had dropped his tea, the cup shattering on the wooden floor.
The white towel had fallen loose from your head in your haste to get away and he caught a glimpse of the various warm shades of your hair under the lamplight. It had been a split second but he saw warm hues that matched your eyes.
He moves toward his closet, taking care to avoid stepping barefoot on the broken cup pieces, and reaches down to pick up the damp towel. Carefully, he reaches out to slide open the door, expecting to see you crouched somewhere in a corner in an attempt to hide yourself. Even if you did invade his home without him knowing, he wasn’t just going to let a naked woman run around… even if the very sight of it had been tempting.
He opens the door all the way…
… and is greeted by nothing more than a sparse small dusty space filled with boxes and cleaning supplies.
Surprise hits the heart of him…
Where did you go?