URGH. This has been deleted twice. TWICE. Anywho, ideas. Simple ideas. Things I need out of my head. And stuff. Yeah. Probably OOC.
KakaSaku
"Kaka-sensei, piggyback ride. Now."
"You're . . . Sakura, no, you're joking."
"I'm not."
"You're-"
"Not."
"Aa."
"Now."
The man sighed, running a hand through his unruly silver hair. He squatted a bit, stretching his arms outwards and bending at the knees, and asked, "Is there any particular reason for this sudden request?"
"Hmm. No, none at the moment." Sakura shrugged noncommitally. "Um, but my legs are tired and you're such a big, strong man," she added, a not-so-subtle hint of sarcasm lacing her tone as she braced herself against his back. She wriggled uncomfortably, folding her legs around his waist as he stood up, muscles rippling against her chest as she clung closer to his body.
"Your flattery means so much, Sakura-chan."
"Ah, yes, Kaka-sensei. As does your annoying apathy."
"Hey, I'm not that apathetic."
"Ne, perhaps not, but you sure are lumpy." Kakashi quirked an eye-brow amusedly, feeling her thighs tighten against him while she shifted between hugging his neck and holding his shoulders. "Seriously, it's so uncomfortable."
"Mm, then you should get off."
"I'd rather not."
"Somehow I knew you would say that." She giggled, ruffling his hair.
"Of course you would, Kakashi-kun. You know, they do say that gray hair means you're- ah!" She trailed off, clinging to his arms as they landed particulary hard on a thick, brown tree branch. It was getting late, and she could just barely make out the outline of his coarse, spiked locks.
"What was that?"
"I-" she gasped, feeling herself slip from her perch on his back. In a flash he was in front of her, the shadow of his larger frame engulfing her own as his arms pinned her to the tree. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips; it was an act of nervousness, and quite an embarassing habit.
" . . . um, wiser," Sakura whispered lamely. He lifted a hand to her head, and she flinched slightly, screwing her eyes shut as if she were frightened.
"It's natural, darling," he drawled in spot-on British accent. All intenseness of the moment before was lost as he chuckled quietly. "I mean, look at yourself- pink?" He flicked a strand of her bubble-gum hair from her face and smiled an eye-crinkling grin. "Hop on."
She merely blinked as he turned around once more, guiding her back to her seat against his waist.
Um, I was hoping this would turn into some intense, forbidden love kind of story . . . but I'm too lazy to come up with a plot. Even when the bunnies are hopping. And multiplying, lol! Urgh, but, uh . . . I fail at life, so . . . perhaps I'll have enough time to make this bigger. Probably not. Okay, definitely not. (PHAIL)
So, like, yeah. I decided to post this for Pai-chan. DON'T KILL ME FOR OOC!
Lol, but seriously. Everything I post here is basically for her. She's loves Naruto. I love writing.
So yeah.
If you want me to make this a, like, 10-20 chapter story or something, I totally could. So . . . review, I guess. GIVE ME YOUR HATRED, MOTHERFUCKERSSS!
