A/N: Yay! A new story! And it's KakaSaku! This started as a oneshot (what you see here) and I decided to expand on that and go into the back story. So please, enjoy. This is the prologue. REVIEWS MAKE ME SMILE. And they make me get the next chapter out faster. ;)

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Princess - /Prologue/

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"Hey, Princess," he greeted affectionately. A small wave followed.

"Hey, Princess," he cooed, his face hovering inches from hers. She wriggled.

"Please don't call me that, sensei," she asked for the thousandth time. After a recent mission, Kakashi had taken to calling her by that nickname, ignoring her protests.

"Sure thing, Princess."

"Stop it," she whimpered. She bit her bottom lip as his hands roamed. Her eyes closed tight, she pretended he wasn't there. He was laughing, low, and dark.

"Sure thing, Princess."

But he didn't stop.

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She knew it was a pet name, yet still, she hated it. Having it come from his mouth only made it worse, and though she asked him countless times to stop, he never took her seriously, thinking she was just annoyed. He continued, every morning, with his "Morning Princess," and every evening with his "see you tomorrow, Princess."

And in between as well. "Come on Princess." "Aim your kick higher, Princess." "Is that all you got, Princess? C'mon and show me some real muscle!" She knew it was innocent fighting banter, he only used to rile her up, so he could get an edge on her.

The training would end badly. She'd always lose. She'd be drenched in sweat, dirty, smelly, and tired. She would gather her things and head home, hoping to sneak off before he noticed, but no.

"See you tomorrow, Princess."

"Sensei, please don't call me that."

"Sure thing Princess." She knew he wouldn't listen.

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Morning came. She awoke to twittering birds and gentle rays of sun. She showered, dressed, and grabbed breakfast on her way out. Her mind was peacefully blank until his voice broke through.

"Morning Princess!" And her mood for the rest of the day was ruined.

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She liked her sensei. No, she loved her sensei. He was family to her. They'd known each other for years. But sometimes, like Sasuke and Naruto, he went a little too far, and didn't understand why she asked him to stop.

Men. She blamed it on that Y chromosome.

She asked politely, and he still did it. She asked with more force. It didn't stop. She told him to knock it off, and he brushed that off. She threatened his Icha Icha books. He stopped for a day before starting with renewed fervor, calling her Princess with emphasis on the word, finding new reasons to address her, just to use that word. Until one day she couldn't take it anymore.

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"Hey, Princess." Sakura threw her pack onto the ground and resisted the urge to punch a tree to Suna.

"Don't call me that!" she said again, and she knew he wouldn't listen. She could see the bumps under his mask where his lips were, and she could see them move as he opened his mouth to ask her "why not?"

"Because!" she sank to the ground, tears spilling over her eyes in fear and pain. She clutched her legs to her chest and cried into them. "That's what he called me!"