Sakura gave a frustrated growl as she shook the dirty Jounin shirt out, slinging it onto the already huge pile of dirty clothes. Scratching fruitlessly away at a large bloodstain, she muttered under her breath.

"Why do I like the man?" she breathed angrily, tossing a ripped glove into the bin, wincing at the amount of blood on it.

"He's so lazy. I'm so uptight…well. Not uptight. Uptight." She huffed angrily "Oh, whatever! Uptight!"

She scowled as she stabbed her hand on something sharp in the pile of washing.

"I'm so neat. He's so messy."

She rooted around, elbow deep in the unpleasantly pungent clothes.

"He's such a pervert. I'm normal! Sure, my inner fangirl can go a little far sometimes, but not to his level!"

She pulled a hidden kunai out with a flourish. More blood trickled from it onto her hand and she shook her head.

"I take care of myself. He, on the other hand, feels that he can get away with not telling me about his wounds, and is still stupid enough to give me his washing."

She sighed dejectedly at a bloodied rip in another shirt, and continued her analysis of the situation.

"He's a Jounin. I'm a medic."

With another sigh, she crumpled up a completely ruined roll of bandage. No salvaging that.

"I'm a young woman, who should be out every night with a different man, as dearest Ino keep reminding me. He's an old man! With grey hair!"

Scowling, she pulled out another shirt from the pile. This one is blissfully clean and devoid of any blood. She buried her face in it.

"So why exactly am I in love with him? I'm me, and he's him…and we're totally opposite."

Resting her elbows on the pile of clothes, she sighed yet again, blowing a strand of her bangs that had come to rest on her nose up into the air.

"Not to mention he is never serious with anything non-ninja, and I totally am…"

Sticking a finger in the air, she continued her ever-growing hypothesis.

"I work, he doesn't. I try, he sleeps. I taijutsu, he genjutsu."

She closed her eyes, sighing in frustration, and nearly jumped out of her skin when a pair of arms wound themselves around her waist, pulling her into a strong embrace.

"Me Tarzan, you Jane?" Kakashi whispered into her ear, helpfully added to her list of complaints. Sakura rolled her eyes.

"My point exactly." She said, but gratefully allowed herself to sink into those warm arms, and chose to forget those complaints for now.

Even that bloodied kunai that she had drawn from the laundry basket lay forgotten now, having dropped from her hand as soon as she became…otherwise preoccupied with a certain Jounin. After all, wounds can be healed, hearts mended, and opposites attracted.

Review please. It's my first real Fanfiction.

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