Warning: Kakasaku.
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto I would cut this filler shit and get to the point. Also, Sakura is 23 because the fascist government decrees it too be.
Strange things happen sometimes. Things that can't really be explained so instead are just ignored. Like when you put something down, a pen or a book, but when you come back to it a few hours or days later you find it gone, but you remember putting it there, you can still feel the object in your hand and see yourself putting it down right there. But it it isn't there anymore, and no one moved it and you didn't move it but it is nonetheless gone. And you find it eventually, in some odd place that is not where you put it. Things like that happen some times, but it's not really important so you forget about it, let it drift somewhere in the back of your brain, but secretly you know that you put it right there and nowhere else.
This was kind of like that, except the opposite. One day I looked and there was something new. And I knew it hadn't been there yesterday, because I knew everything that was there, in that small dark place jammed between my ribcage and my lungs. But suddenly there was something that hadn't been there before. And yet, it had that odd, warm, comforting feeling as if it had been there all along. And I wondered if it was always like this, because I can't remember it growing or its starting point, only the final result: this strange thing that had no place in my heart and yet fit into it as if it had always been.
It was strange next time I saw her, because she looked just the same as every other day I had seen her over the past ten years and yet everything was different because I was different. But I was the same. I was still me and she was still her and yet somehow both of us were totally different people than yesterday.
And I didn't like it. I didn't like that my heart gave an extra shaky thump when I looked at her. And I didn't like that my eyes somehow always made their way back to her without any permission from me. And I didn't like the way, when she called me 'Kakashi-sensei,' just like she always had: it suddenly bothered me. And I didn't like how I had to force myself not to correct her, 'Kakashi-senpai.' But most of all, I didn't like that I loved every minute of it. I didn't like it that despite myself her every word was suddenly precious and her laugh sounded like summer sunshine. And I hated that I loved her. And I hated that in the end the love was far more powerful than the hate.
Another Kakasaku one-shot only shorter and this time it really is only a one-shot. I hope you enjoyed it.
~Necessity