Chocolates and Cherries
Disclaimer: I do not own any Naruto characters, materials, etc. They all belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
Chapter 1: The Meeting
Clunk clunk clunk came the sound of heavy boots running in the hard rain pouring over her. Pink hair which was now more of a reddish color clung to the porcelain face as Sakura rain down the muddied road.
On the other side of Konoha the same noises but much less loud pounded down onto the road as he searched for a familiar face. The milk chocolate hair was placed in untidy spikes due to the pouring rain, making it much harder for the sixteen year old to see. Kankurou darted down the road, going the opposite way of Sakura down the same road at a hurried pace. Not seeing the girl he ran right into her, both of them falling over into the mud.
"Would you watch where you're-- Kankurou!" Sakura exclaimed from her spot in the mud.
A large hand reached out to help the fourteen year old up off the road. "Sakura, it's great to see you again. But-- What /are/ you doing in the rain?" He asked gruffly but curiously.
Gratefully taking the hand she stood up. "Running into people, I guess." She giggled softly at her own words. "Man-- look at what I did. C'mon." Sakura groaned walking toward her house which was just a few houses down. She waved her hand for him to follow.
Watching her walk away for a moment he realized she wanted him to follow her, getting his footing her hurried back over to her. "I'm fine, Sakura." He uttered rather rudely for how nice she had been to inviting him into her house.
Sakura eyed him for a moment and growled fiercely. "Whether you like it or not you are going in there and cleaning up. Just don't get the place too messed up." Her emerald eyes locked on the door as the duo made it up to her house.
The chocolate haired shinobi rolled his eyes at the kunoichi warily. Over his shoulder was a bag which held three pairs of clothing, since he had come to visit Konoha. Walking into the house his eyes widened. The inside was decorated with large white sofas and maple wooden tables with cherry blossoms placed in vases onto of it. In the kitchen was a large island with a top made purely of pink and red granite. "Wow." He whispered.
"Nice, isn't it?" Sakura asked looking around and smiling. "I see you have extra pairs of clothes. Uh- the bathroom is over there and you can clean up in there." Sakura pointed down a long hall toward a white door. Without waiting for his reply she walked down that same hall but further down to her bedroom. Closing the door behind her.
Kankurou stumbled, awestricken by the place till he made it to the white door. Walking in he noticed it consisted of white and pink. Pink and white towels, white sink, pink shower curtain, so on. He quickly took a shower, not bothering to wash his hair since it was just a quick clean up.
Ten minutes later Kankurou walked out of the bathroom in new clothes, his hair still wet as it had been out in the rain and cleaned skin. Glancing around he noticed Sakura standing in the kitchen over the stove. "Ouch!"
Becoming aware that Sakura had just burnt herself he wandered over. "You okay?" He asked from behind her in a soft voice.
Sakura jumped slightly. "God dammit, Kankurou" She nearly yelled in response to his sudden appearance. "Don't do that." She huffed and held her hand which she'd burnt.
"Sorry, sorry." He chuckled at Sakura's small fit slightly. "Let me see." He said looking down at her hand. All he got was another grumpy huff.
"I'm a medic-nin and it's just a little burn." Sakura replied, turning back to the stove only to be twirled right back around.
"Let me see."
Sighing she raised her hand a few inches and turned it over, revealing a burnt palm. Sakura's wrist was gently grabbed and pulled up closer to Kankurou's face, which-- allowed her to admit a surprised look.
Smiling he gently kissed the burn on her hand. "It should be fine." He said, curling her fingers and placing her hand at her side. He chuckled as her response came out as a blush and 'I better finish.'
Around an hour later Sakura placed two white plates atop her large, square wicker table. "Food." She called to Kankurou, who had been sitting on her couch, admiring the flowers on the table and occasionally glancing up at the big screen TV Sakura had set up in the large living room.
Standing up, Kankurou walked over and looked down at the large bowl of homemade ramen set atop the plate with a smaller plate beside it, holding the rice ball. "Mmm. Looks good, Sakura-chan." He sat down across the table from her, where Sakura had already twisted her chopsticks into the ramen.
The sand shinobi smiled as Sakura ate, her small mouth opening to shove the portions of ramen in. Although he was interrupted by Sakura's voice, "What /are/ you staring at?"
"Oh nothing, Sakura-chan." And the both shrugged and ate their food.