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There was an echoing silence in Kakashi's office. If there was a cricket, if it had the guts, it would be rubbing its little hairy legs together and making that
Creeek-it
noise.
Kakashi, the newly appointed Rokudaime, stared blankly at his old ex-students, a look akin to shock, confusion, boredom, and unconcerned concern mirrored in his expression. He looked at Naruto first, who was just staring wide eyed to his right, mouth hanging open with no apparent intent toward closing anytime soon.
His golden blond locks grew to a length similar to his father, Minato's, blond hair, the disarrayed spikes touching strong, sturdy, reliable shoulders that held the burden of all of his friends. The Hyperactive Ninja was still himself, though he had matured not only physically—his jaw line no longer boyish and juvenile, but determined and strong, blue eyes reflecting, instead of unadulterated happiness and irreconcilable optimism, the pain and hardships that came with being the Kyuubi container—but also emotionally. He had a new sense of appropriate timing, when the right time to be a fool was, and when it was okay to be an unexplainable dunce. So, yeah, the twenty-year-old Jonin knew when right was right, but that didn't necessarily mean that he followed his almighty conscience.
The Uzumaki groaned, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation. "Oi! Sakura-chan, whad'ya mean you don't care!"
Kakashi smiled lightly, reminiscently, at the scene before him as a carnation-haired medic nin crossed her arms tightly across her chest and flicked her head high in the air, nose pointing to the sky. She scoffed, naturally pink lips popping cutely.
Sakura had grown to be a truly beautiful woman, a trustworthy teammate, and an ever-loving, tender, careful, grateful friend. Her petal pink hair flowed down to her mid-back, for she allowed it to grow after her decision to focus the majority of time at the hospital, training and improving herself to new, unheard of heights everyday. Rumor has it that she has already surpassed Tsunade in not only her medical talent, but also in looks, with a gorgeous, eye-catching appearance. Her creamy skin was always warm, the cheery smile on her face inviting, and the emerald sparkle in her vermillion eyes comforting. It would take a fool to call her ugly, and an even more idiotic person to ask the roseate and her hand in courtship. The last time someone did that…well; let's just say that Tsunade and Shizune are currently working on puzzling his concaved skull back together.
"I mean," Sakura mimicked his dramatized tone with an acidy poison on her tongue, "that I don't care! It's not like I wanted him back anyway." She sunk down into her seat, casting her gaze to the ground, and no doubt imagining the person's shinobi shoes next to her igniting in an uncontrollable fire.
It was obvious for the three men in the room to hear the girl's blatant lie, they could feel it in the unstable fluctuation of her chakras, but none dared to challenge her on it.
Kakashi's inky black eyes fell on the last inhabitant of his office, and his smile became a kind of happy rueful. He couldn't say he was happy, but he couldn't say he was sad, depressed, unsatisfied, or disappointed either.
Equally dark, obsidian eyes met his, and Kakashi almost shivered at the void of emotion in his last student's eyes when compared to the other two. He was cold, yet, somehow, there was still a little, tiny, spark somewhere hidden in that manipulated nineteen-year-old prodigy. Kakashi couldn't help but stare in awe at his favorite student, the feelings of the day four years ago when he killed Madara, the same act having saved Naruto, the feelings of the day three years ago when the council reluctantly granted him full status of a citizen of Konoha, of two years ago when he was allowed to be called a Konoha-nin, the feelings of one year ago when the three of them had their first real training practice together, as the original Team 7.
They felt good, automatically sending a warm smile to his face, but, the amount of work and pain endured, mentally, of course, on all sides of the people who wanted him back, was large, and at times, it seemed unnecessary. Why work so hard to bring back a nunekin? Why work so hard against the council when it can lose you your position as Hokage for a boy that has tried to kill two of the most precious people in your life on multiple occasions? Why trust him on missions away from the village, alone, and without guard, when all he has to do is take steps closer to an enemy village to help plot revenge? Why let him go in a village that he once wanted gone, in a sort of genocide, for the vengeance of his clan?
Kakashi didn't know a single answer to any of the questions, but what he sees in front of him now, all three members of his team, he saw hope. A small flicker of hope for the future, and, no, he was not on any occasion or circumstance, going to let that piece of hope find a way out.
The Hokage almost covered his eyes in shame when Sasuke stopped brooding into space upon hearing the simply evil tone in Sakura's voice, and feeling the hot, angry chakras from the girl hurled in his direction.
"Tch. I have a name, Sakura."
Naruto groaned then covered his face as if he were ashamed, following Kakashi who was already searching for cotton balls so he could plug his ears. Under his breath, Naruto muttered something like, "Not again."
"Oh, don't even, you Emo Whiny Bitch!" Sakura growled, popping out of his seat, surging chakra down into her fists. This Uchiha had been getting on her nerves ever since he came back, and all those little drains she had collected of patience over the years were just being dumped by the bucket. Kakashi could literally see it, the brilliant blue liquid turning into electricity as an evil Sakura doll poured it over a certain 'Emo Whiny Bitch'.
Speaking of, the teen just stared blankly at her and scoffed. "Would you sit down before you break a nail or something?"
Safe to say that Sakura broke something all right; and she broke it with a loud bang, splinters, and shards of wood and hidden porn novels flying out all over the office as she huffed in exasperation.
"That was a brand new desk," Kakashi said calmly, because he had saved his coffee before it too stumbled to the ground. He took a long swig of the caffeine, "You'll be paying for that, Sakura-chan."
A/N: Just a side project to keep my writer's block to a minimal and increase my writing in third person Canon, because it sucks compared to my first person AU; I'm planning on keeping the chapters short like this, but, for they are just a practice for me.
UNLESS!
Unless you all actually want me to continue. LOL. I won't know unless you review and alert. Faves are awesome, but, can you follow a story if you fave? Well, if you fave and review, I guess you can, but it's just easier if you alert, or, I think it's called Subscribe or something.
Next Time: "Can't you to get the hell along for fifteen-minutes?!" Sasuke and Sakura snapped their heads angrily in the direction of the blonde, their deadly glares enough of an answer for him. Trying to calm the high-strung atmosphere, Naruto chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Oi; Jiraiya-sensei used to tell me that what you guys are doing is a sign of sexual tension and desire."
Wrong. Move. "NARUTO!!"
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