Warning: this chick IS depressed, so expect stuff like that. But I hate sorrow, so also expect lots of fun swearing and stuff.
Okay, they didn't actually fuck.

What happened was that she gives up, promises (on her life, which she snickered at and Kakashi wasn't amused by) not to commit suicide just yet, and he releases her and she gets up to go make food. Which she poisons, and he finds out, and ends up deciding to get the Hokage's permission to basically jail her and take her everywhere with him.

And it works, and she ends up pissed and this third person shit isn't making me any less pissed because I'm now sleeping next to that fucking asshole and wishing that he wasn't a fucking ninja!

I growl, standing up and trying to leave, only to have an oddly warm arm wrap around my waist. Leaking killing intent, as measly as it must be to a ninja, I glare at the door as I'm picked up and carried back to the bed. I pause. (What is with the Author and subjecting her characters to being teddy bears in the hands of Kakashi?)

"You're really fucking hot- warm. You're really fucking warm. And I need to go to the bathroom, so stop using me as a fucking teddy bear!" I growl lowly, struggling futilely against his really warm and comfortable grasp. No. Fuck you, me. He's not comfortable. Fuck him. Fuck it all. Fuck.

I almost don't notice him sigh, and release me. Almost. I scramble to get up and walk in to the closet. I stand there for a moment. This is a closet.

"..." I sigh, walking out of the closet, not surprised to see Kakashi there. He smiles, pointing at the bathroom. I nod, walking to the bathroom. And I close the door. And slide down the door, curling into a ball.

I'm an unwanted annoyance. Again. I can never get anything right, can I? ... I'd suggest that I drop my mask of anger and insanity, but that wouldn't be fun, so I just curl tighter into a ball, nails digging into my arms as salty tears run down my face. I'm just a small annoyance to him, aren't I?

All of a sudden warmth engulfs me, and I blink. Huh? Why the hell is he hugging me? Wasn't the door closed?

"What?" I oh-so-brilliantly ask, wiping my tears away.

"You were having a panic attack." He replies. I hum, shrugging.

"It's your fault, you know?" I say, only to panic when the warmth pulls away.

"What?" He almost hisses. I nod wisely, ignoring the fact that I'm shaking at the loss of warmth. Only at the loss of warmth. Not at all because I'm being even more of an annoyance.

"Yeah. It's your fault that you have to deal with an annoying chick at two in the morning. Had you not troubled yourself with me, you could be comfortably asleep in your bed..." I state, only to decide to trail off. He gets the point.

I freeze when he starts chuckling. A thought then occurs to me.

"Did you actually wanna fuck, or was that just to try and get me to not commit suicide?" I mutter, more to myself than him. I then immediately put my face in my hands when I realize he heard that. Oh my god, mouth, stop saying stuff before my brain can catch up! I can feel my face flush, and curse my shitty social skills once more.

I look up when he's silent for a bit, only to realize he was staring at me. My blush leaves when he starts full blown laughing. Oh, yeah. I almost forgot he was crazy.

I still don't know what the fuck I'm doing, I'm sorry