The whole of Konoha was white. No, it was not covered in dandruff, which was seriously disgusting to think of. It was covered in snow. The date was November the twenty-fourth. It was late in the afternoon. Kakashi had been on a steady flow of missions and if he wasn't on one, he'd be in the forest or locked up in his house. Naruto was currently on a long-term mission with Chouji, Ino, Shino and Hinata. Sakura was busy at the hospital everyday and sometimes went on B-Class missions. She had made Jounin level.
The hospital was particularly busy today. Sakura had done three surgeries, two check-ups, five stitches and a find-the-patient-and-return-them-to-their-room (Kiba). She slumped in her chair, his grip on her pen loose as she let out an exhausted sigh. She was currently filling out paperwork at her desk. Oh the thrills she could have.
The night before, or rather, this morning at two o'clock she returned to Konoha her A-rank mission completed. She had made it to the hospital where she assumed the Hokage would be in the morning and crashed out on the couch in her office. The had woken at five o'clock to said Hokage burstng into the room and giving her the orders of the day.
Sakura groaned and set the pen down. In the last hour her eyes had been closing and then snapping open every few minutes. She had barely any time to spend with Kakashi. He was always out and about. She let a smile grace her features at the remembrance of her accidental kiss with Kakashi and then she had fallen asleep.
That was when she grimaced. They had barely spent time together and a month had passed since that time. He had become distant. He barely spoke to her and when he did it was stiff and stony. He never gave her any eye contact. She gave a sigh.
Maybe it was a mistake to even let herself lean on him that time, maybe she should have jumped away and kept away so that she wouldn't have to suffer again. Like this. She wished she could be held by him again, she missed the sensation of feeling so completely safe. Like the world could end and still nothing could go wrong.
Her eyes hardened with resolve. She could go to his house after her shift. She could asked to come in and confront him. She let a smile grace her lips as she set to work to pass the time quickly. She scribbled with vigor, finishing thirteen seven-page reports.
She stood, pushing herself from her desk. She walked briskly to the door, opening and exiting through it. Traveling down the hall, he eyes glistened with resolve and she confidently signed out and strode out of the hospital. She took her time walking to his apartment, thinking about was to say.
When she finally arrived at his door, she raised her hand to knock on the door. Her hand faltered and then dropped to her side, clenching into a fist. She lowered her head and furrowed her brows in thought. Looking at her feet she wondered if she should actually do that. Did the kiss or her falling asleep on him mean anything at all? He was gone when she woke but he did have a mission the next day. But he could have woken her up... she was getting confused.
She raised her hand again and knocked. Rap, rap, rap. It echoed down the hall, finally fading into the deafening silence. It was kind of a sad sound. It starts strong and slowly fades into nothingness. She waited, her head raised and watching the door.
Ten minutes passed, she stood out there in the hallway before she finally let her shoulders slump and her head lower. She then turned and made it to the end of the hallway. Only one thing stopped her. The soft call of her name. The quiet voice drifted out into the hallway, piercing loudly into her ears.
"Sakura?"
-C O L D-
Uhm. This is Ita-ta. Hi. I don't own Naruto.
This is the sequel to A Comedic Accident.
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