Author's note: This fan fiction is after the current arc when Sakura is 19. Not a fan of paedophilia, I just like men better than boys... 3 KakashixSakura, don't like it, don't read it.
Summary: KakaSaku Sakura is no longer the innocent genin Kakashi remembers and as the world teeters on the edge of another Ninja War can she really face her first love before he destroys Konoha? Just how much more can she sacrifice and stay sane?
WHAT CAN YOU TEACH ME?
Chapter one: How to escape hospital rooms
The sky was a sheet of grey, the clouds gathered to cover the sun and its muted light fell through the windows. Scrolls lay scattered uncoiled across the surface of the table that stood beneath the light; a haphazard mess of paper and pens.
The casual observer's eyes could skit across the titles and have no clue as to what the person had been studying, so eclectic was the collection. From the cellular make up of plants to the history of Konoha. It could be determined that the reader was a tad eccentric and over enthusiastic concerning academic pursuits.
The absolute silence was only broken by the soft shuffle of papers and the scratching of pens in the labyrinth that was the Jounin section of the library, the towering bookcases reaching up to the high ceilings, the shelves packed to capacity with scrolls and books.
From this vantage the place seemed deserted, except for the occasional Librarian as they skulked through the corridors to return a book or hassle the unwary ninja. The sudden frustrated sigh nearby heralded the appearance of a rather disgruntled woman who was carrying the awkward burden of a pile of books taller than herself. Surprising, she had no real trouble with the weight and set them beside the wooden table and chair and she settled into the seat.
The woman was of average height, but her presence lent her the illusion of greater stature. Perhaps it was the silent focus with which she went about her research, her diligent note taking in a black binder of her reflections and findings. Or it could be the confidence with which she moved the grace and economy of motion that led one to believe she was one movement from dancing… or fighting. Either way, she was fascinating.
Brushing away an errant stray of her pink hair from her face, she frowned down at the scroll caught between her green tipped fingers. Her hair was caught up in a loose ponytail at the nape of her skull with a green tie while the hair framing her face was layered at her cheek bones and chin to accentuate her features. The hands that were busy leafing through the papers were covered by black gloves that reached mid bicep. The fingers had been cut out for practicality and white silver steel plates covered the back of her hands and the outside of her forearm to assist in deflection and for harder blocks. Her leaf headband was wrapped around the top and her head and tied behind her ears despite the traditional fashion of wearing it against your forehead. She fiddled with the black sash around her waist over her cross over white shirt which reached mid thigh with Sakura blossoms outlined in black on the flap.
Her emerald eyes studied the words carefully, her dark red lashes blinking to brush her light pink cheeks often enough to indicate sleep deprivation. Lingering closed a little too long, she snapped back into consciousness as her head drooped to nearly smack her forehead to the desk. The brow in question arched back to her hairline elegantly, even if it was slightly larger than normal and a purple diamond, ab exact replica of Tsunade's was centred on it.
As she shifted to enliven her stiff muscles, she drew the baggy fabric of her black pants tight over her thighs. They tucked into her black knee high sandals, one of which tapped in the air to a silent rhythm, drawing attention to her toenails which were coated in the appealing green paint. Dropping the scroll to the desk, she reached into her crimson happi coat and pulled out a red boiled candy which she threw between her opened lips. In black lettering the kanji for seiyaku (vow) were emblazoned down her back.
Her face was unpainted with makeup, she seemed to be inattentive to her appearance whilst appearing casual, neat and clean. The faint scent of sakura blossoms lingered in the air around her. Cute and peculiar; she wasn't beautiful, her features held too much character.
By the way she lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, it seemed she must have been there for hours pouring over the various texts. She still was no closer to discovering the truth behind the Akatsuki's last words.
Slamming a fist against the table with a frustrated growl, she didn't expect the wood to groan under the pressure of her unnatural strength. Panicking, she pushed back the papers to check; a hairline crack broke the surface. Quickly placing the papers overtop, she took a quick look behind her to check for witnesses.
Sighing in relief, Sakura leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms and legs out in an attempt to get the blood flowing. Tucking her legs beneath her, she pushed herself up to her feet and stared down at the papers.
Allowing her hand to trail over the picture detailing the last ninja war she had been studying her eyes glazed over as she fell back into her memory…
The bitter metallic flavour of blood invaded her mouth as she took the punch in the jaw, sending her flying backwards several paces. Sakura raised eyes to her opponent, their depths as hard and unyielding as stone before she turned her head slightly to spit. Wiping her jaw, she crouched down into her fighting stance.
Her lip stung, she trailed her tongue over the jagged split to wipe away the blood. Her teeth had cut through on the inside as well and the lip had already begun to swell. She dismissed the wound however, she didn't have the time to tend it or the chakra to waste on it.
She did not need to wait long as the ninja streaked towards her with the same effortless movement he'd demonstrated at the beginning of the two hour long battle. His black cloak embroidered with red clouds swirled around him as he streaked forward and Sakura barely dodged a kunai to the heart. She pivoted to the right, grabbing onto his left arm with her right hand, she jerked him towards her while delivering a chakra laden fist to his kidney.
He gasped, his sinister black eyes widening as blood vessels ruptured beneath the skin. But this momentary lapse was over in an instant; and before he could breathe, his free hand had latched around her throat and begun to squeeze.
One of her hands flew to his wrist, nails raking at the flesh in the hope to dislodge it. Silver sparks danced in her eyes, as she stared back into his dead dark gaze.
Unexpectedly, Sakura's other hand launched at him with a kunai, only to have it deflected at the last minute before he lifted her small frame effortlessly into the air.
Legs hanging, she grasped his arm with both her hands in an attempt to stop asphyxiation. Her eyes were desperate she struggled to maintain consciousness, her tired form trembling as her hands were sought purchase on this existence.
Suddenly an idea punctured her fear, as she dug her ragged fingernails into the soft muscled flesh of the man's fore arms. With hardly a pause, the medic nin, gathered her chakra and sent it cutting through his insides.
Her foreign energies invaded his nervous system, searing through him in one brilliant moment. In less time then a heart beat, her will snapped clean through the criminal's chakra pathways and nervous system; crippling his arm.
The man's hand released her throat, and she stumbled back a few paces as the limb fell like a dead weight to his side.
The man's arrogant face twisted with truly ugly hate as he lifted his face to snarl at her in fury, "What the FUCK did you do to my arm, BITCH?!?"
Sakura smirked through the pain, "What's wrong, you black eyed bastard?" she asked mockingly, "Can't… perform?"
He gritted his teeth at her, his wild eyes framed by the long sleek black hair that had escaped his pony tail. Despite the dead weight of his flaccid dominant arm, the criminal charged at her, barely dodging, she spun around behind him and slung an arm around his neck.
Pulling the much taller man tight against her, she wrapped an arm around his neck in a head lock as he thrashed. Growling low and fierce in his ear the pink haired woman whispered, "This is for ruining my jacket!"
Pulling a tanto from her sleeve, she spun him around into a nearby tree, and pinned him through the shoulder before repeating it with the other.
Her chakra infused blades hummed as they held him immobile against the wood, she smirked as blood stained the black cloak and his completely black eyes tried to bore a whole through her.
"I think you'll be sticking around for a while." She quipped, "Now why did you come after me?" she asked casually.
He remained silent, staring at her with fathomless black eyes. Sakura frowned, before sighing, "I guess you opted for the hard way eh? No matter..."
Placing her hand on his head, she dug her nails into his scalp as she sent her chakras into his brain. Cross wiring sensations was easy enough, most good surgeon medics did this as a form of anaesthetic. The next step however was to stimulate the brain with chakra alone to produce sensation, it was a method of torture she'd inadvertently uncovered last year. She didn't like using it, in fact she hated it. But she had to get some quick answers and this was the only way she could think to do it.
The man beneath her fingers screamed, writhing against the tantos despite how he exacerbated his wounds. Try as he might, he could not remain silent beneath the torrent of agony as it seemed to snap his sinews, boil his blood and shred off his skin. Sakura swallowed as she watched the akatsuki uneasily, sick to her stomach at her own technique.
"The AVENGER wants you! The sacred fire! F- For the lie! So Konoha will die! Please stop! O God, stop it!" As he shuddered and twisted, Sakura licked her lips and tried to get her bearings but-
She felt a surge of chakra behind her and she pivoted on her heel. A flash passed by her so close she caught the wind of it before it hit the man in the neck. Blinking in surprise, she didn't even counter what came next.
The man on the tree ripped free off the daggers, as he let them pass right through him. He leapt forward and with one short sharp thrust she felt the bite of a dagger in her shoulder. Twisting the steel in her flesh, he grinned down at the stupefied kunoichi, "How does it feel Konoha bitch?"
Recovering from her shock, she lashed out on instinct.
But she aimed for the vitals.
Thrusting the slim blade in-between his ribs and into his chest, Sakura winced as deep red heart blood poured over hand in a hot wave.
With wide eyes, the large man convulsed around the blade and died with a trail of blood trickling from his lips.
Sakura pushed the body away, somewhat green complexioned as she saw it slip free from her steel and crumple to the dirt.
Her eyes returned to the forest around her and they narrowed as she spread out her senses like a net to catch the elusive trail of the hiding ninja. But she came up with nothing, it was as if no one had been there at all.
A breeze swept through the clearing, sending falling leaves scattering through the air, but it did not banish the foreboding the clenched her insides.
It had been two weeks ago when she'd been on her way back from sand after her bi monthly visit with the medic nins and her duties as part time ambassador between the two villages. She'd been ambushed with little real ninja supplies and she had definitely been at a disadvantage. When she'd stumbled back to Konoha exhausted of chakra Tsunade had been on edge ever since; they couldn't risk losing Sakura when the villages were in such turmoil. Neither of them or the code breaking department had been able to figure out what she'd uncovered. Perhaps it was gibberish.
But she didn't think so.
Shaking the scene from her mind, she turned back to the chaos of scrolls and hardback books on the table. Her curiosity was insatiable once awoken, and she never settled till she find out what things were, how they worked and why. That's why she always had at least a dozen projects going on at once, ranging from a means to remove scars to the nature of summons.
Most however were spectacular failures. But that's moot point.
Now this. She thought as she picked up her medical journal and flipped through the pages. Looking over her sketches and notes, none of it connect at all; it was far too random. Everything but what I'm after... Sighing, she set about the task of cleaning up the mess of scrolls. She'd need to be done by 12 pm to be at her shift in the hospital and by the mess; she'd need two hours to sort it all out.
***
"Run away with me Sakura." Came the man's voice as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the examination table, his eyes running over her as if committing her appearance to memory. His straight brown hair brushing against his bare shoulders as he raised his hands to tie on his dark blue bandana. His body was well defined by muscle, like nearly all ninjas; she could tell he tried to flex his biceps in the motion.
Stripped to the waist, wearing only his dark navy pants and sandals, she would be lying if she said he was unattractive. But she wasn't interested in the slightest.
Lifting her detached green eyes from the clipboard she'd been jotting down his vitals upon; she arched a brow at his antics. "In your dreams Genma, I'm more likely to run away from you." She said with a droll depreciating smirk before returning her attention to the papers before her. Adding a few warnings to lady medics in her brisk precise hand, she missed his characteristic senbon smirk.
"Nah, in those you do more than that."
Sakura's eyes flashed up from the profile and narrowed dangerously in irritation. Leaning forward, slowly; she watched him grin before she casually flicked his bandaged wound.
The force sent him back into the wall behind the examination bed, his eyes were wide with shock before he slumped forward. His senbon had fallen to the floor, and he winced as a spark of pain spiralled from his torso. Pressing a hand to the wound, he looked up at her and grinned, "I love it when you're angry."
Finishing her warning to that prohibited the young medic girls from tending Genma with several forcefully written exclamation points, she put her pen in her breast pocket.
"You'll heal." She said coldly, "Just avoid strenuous activities or you'll have to be patched up again."
He smirked, "So I shouldn't have sex because then I'll get to 'play doctor' with you?" he attempted to clarify with his twisted logic, "I don't see a downside."
Sakura levelled him with a glare before in melted into a sadistic smirk, "I never said I'd be the one treating you, I was thinking of leaving you in Kenji-san's hands."
Panic spread across his face, "You wouldn't…."
Her grin broadened as she dusted invisible dirt form her coat; "Oh I would, and since he likes you so much, I doubt he'd refuse."
Leaving the half naked jounin gasping for air, she dismissed him from her mind, as she walked out the examination room flipping through the papers on her clipboard. Just where is that time table? She thought, I'm sure I've got something I have to do-
"Haruno-sama!" came the feminine voice of her assistant as she hurried down the hallway. She was also wearing the customary medic-nin uniform, and blended in well into the stark white hospital.
Puffing, the girl leaned forward; her long red hair falling from behind her back. Sakura rolled her eyes before she straightened; those red locks were nothing but a pure vanity.
The girl's bright blue eyes rose to meet her impatient teacher's and she hastily pulled out the elusive time table from the pile of papers she had clutched to her chest, "Sorry Sensei! I forgot to give you your schedule!" her breathy voice had a tinge of desperation and panic; she knew that Sakura had an explosive temper that rivalled the Hokage's.
It was then Genma decided to emerge from the examination room, still zipping up his jounin vest. The assistant's attention went straight to him, forgetting her impatient sensei in the process.
Rolling her eyes as the girl blushed at Genma's wink, the medic snatched the paper from the girl's limp hand.
Tracing her finger down the columns, she didn't fail to notice the insipid girl adjust her half unbuttoned uniform to display more of her cleavage. Sakura lifted a hand to her forehead as she tried to smooth out the vein that wanted to pop.
"Button up your uniform." Sakura ordered tersely, "This is a hospital, not a brothel."
With a "Yes Haruno-sama!", the girl's fingers went about fixing her uniform with fumbling haste; clearly afraid she'd be on the receiving end of one of Sakura's character building punishments.
Walking away from the girl, what was her name again? Anyway, she wondered if the red head had heard about what happened to the last assistant who had gone around seducing patients.
She won't even be looking at a man in a looong time. Sakura couldn't resist the smirk that tugged at her lips. She was Tsunade's protégé after all.
Her three o' clock was with a wounded jounin in room 056, flicking through the short overview it would seem he'd just returned from an unranked mission.
ANBU maybe? The medic pursed her lips thoughtfully, before shrugging and looking down the hallway for the room. That doesn't really matter I suppose.
Spotting the little plaque with the black lettering 056 over the threshold, Sakura pushed open the door and slid inside.
Lost in her notes, the clatter of the IV unit falling over caused her head to snap up. Suddenly sensing familiar chakra, it wasn't a surprise when she spotted the silvery white hair of a patient as he was trying to get out the window.
Dropping her clipboard on a nearby table, she cleared her throat rather loudly.
He turned and she watched with narrow eyes as her masked ex sensei's eye crinkled in a smile; the only indication of his expression behind the head protector and mask.
"Yo!" he said, before returning his attention to the barred windows.
Sakura rolled her eyes, taking another step into the room. Flicking a casual eye over her incorrigible ex sensei, she noticed the stiffness in his right leg and how he shifted to avoid walking on the limb.
"I suggest you sit down before I sit you down, Kakashi." The medic said with a grin, arching a brow at the white haired man as he looked over at her.
Grey met green, and Sakura didn't back down like she would have as a genin; she had no time for fools. Kakashi studied her a moment and he turned around, shrugging; he limped over to the examination table.
Pulling himself up, she got the impression he was smirking at her through his mask. He leaned back casually, as if perfectly comfortable in the hospital room.
Sakura rolled her eyes, picked up her clipboard and approached the veteran ninja. "What's wrong with you?" she asked, before adding in an undertone, "Apart from the obvious?"
She watched a white eyebrow lift, "Where's the respect for your old Sensei, Sakura?"
"Oh it died when I first saw you reading pornography in public." She replied dryly, "Remove your shirt." She added briskly.
He smirked, "You're the one taking advantage of a wounded man here." He retorted before he began unzipping his jounin vest.
She just rolled her eyes at the insinuation, she hadn't seen that man in over a year, he'd been off on some hush hush mission but he hadn't changed in the least. Shaking her head, she used familiar diversionary tactics; she was used to patient's getting fresh with her after all.
"You're safe." She said as she pulled over the medical cart that stored the bandages and the like. She turned back to watch Kakashi pull his shirt over his head, noticing the flex of his muscles… Oh! And the wound that cut across his side. Her eyes met his and she watched her run her gaze up and down his torso before meeting his stare again, "I don't do old men."
His eye widened, before narrowing; Sakura offset his reply by poking the skin near the jagged tear that ran down his left side. He drew in a hiss of breath, flinching slightly at the pain.
"That's sensitive." He reprimanded as he looked down at her fussing with the wound.
She looked up at him and rolled her eyes, "You've just gotten soft 'sensei'."
"Too much time cooped up in hospitals. Ow!" He exclaimed as she dabbed antibacterial into the wound.
She smirked and rolled her eyes at him, "Some ninja you are, now hold still while I heal this up."
Sitting on the examination table beside him, she grabbed his shoulder and shifted him so he'd be facing her. Grinning up at him, she answered his apprehensive stare, "Don't worry," she whispered, "I'll be gentle…" Watching his face just long enough to see him blink with shock, her eyes flickered down to his muscular torso.
Resting her cold fingers onto the flesh around the wound, her palms hovering she concentrated upon her chakra. Drawing up the energy, she sent it coursing through her arms and into his side.
The fiery bite of her energy sent warm tingles through his flesh, her touch warming until it seared his skin. He watched as her hot hands brushed against his stomach, forcefully knitting his flesh back together.
Her eyes were shuttered closed, her red lashes fluttering against her cheeks. His attention was drawn to her mouth, he watched as she bit the tender flesh of her lower lip, her eye brows drawn down as she focused. A familiar habit she hadn't broken over the years.
The soft blue light flickered over her skin, skittering over his ribs as it illumined the space around them. He felt it penetrate his body, push past his instinctual resistance as it hijacked his chakra highways. This is what he hated, being swept up in someone else's power, trapped and exposed.
Kakashi felt the liquid heat concentrate in his torn flesh as it slowly knitted his skin. But the hot sensation, the energy that caressed his own left him wordless; made him stare.
And then suddenly she pulled back and he snapped out of his day dream, drawing back sharply as if he had been burnt. His pupils were dilated as their eyes met.
"Good as new." She said before grinning, "Was that so hard?"
He adverted his eyes with a shrug, absentmindedly running his fingertips over the skin; it was smoother than he remembered, "Eh."
She shook her head, "You really must overcome your Nosocomephobia, you know. Being afraid of hospitals won't exactly grant longevity." She then poked his leg, "So what's with the limp?"
"Not much. And for the record, I don't have Nosocomephobia. I just hate medics." He grinned through the mask, "You're the obvious exception."
"Thanks." She said dryly before looking down at his leg.
Suddenly her hand rested against his thigh, curving around the limb as if it was entitled to rest there. Opening his rapidly drying mouth in shock, his wide eye suddenly noticed the coiling mist of chakra. Her eyes slipped closed once more as the sensations ripped through him.
Having a beautiful kunoichi stick her hand in your lap was… stimulating, it was definitely a healing method he approved of. Pity it happened to be his ex student Sakura.
He refused to look at her, adverting his stare so he didn't see her flush with power. Healing was far too intimate for his tastes, it left you too vulnerable.
Hatake Kakashi did not do vulnerable.
Sakura opened her eyes to glare at the jounin, "Are you crazy? Just how long have you been going around with a tear in the meniscus of your knee? You could have crippled yourself!" Unconsciously Sakura dug her nails into his leg, pressing in her chakra to mend the tear. She leaned forward, her emerald eyes blazing.
In true Kakashi style, he refused to give ground, instead he merely shrugged, turning his head slightly to look down at her with a droll eye, "I didn't notice. But it doesn't matter, you can fix it." He stated that confidently, dismissing the possibility of being a cripple with barely a shrug.
She rolled her eyes, sitting back into her chair with a grimace; "It'd serve you right if I only half heal this, keep you out of those S-class missions you are so fond of." The she smirked, "Or I could just ask Tsunade-shishou to refuse to give you ANY missions anyway due to the risks of repeated trauma..."
Kakashi did a double take, an eyebrow shooting up, "You wouldn't…"
Sakura leaned back, lifting her hands from his legs, flexing her hands as a slow smirk spread across her face. Clearly by her expression she would, and she begun to pull her hands away.
Kakashi grabbed her wrist, narrowing his dark eye, "What do you want?"
Sakura blinked, her mind went blank before an old curiosity surged to the surface. Smirking, she leaned towards her bemused ex sensei, pushing her weight down on his thigh as she nearly came nose to nose with him.
"Show me your face." Without asking for permission, Sakura's free hand lashed out in a viper-like motion to grab the offending black fabric but she fell forward with a poof as Kakashi substituted himself with the IV. Spinning against the cot, she sent a droll stare at the jounin as he casually leaned against the opposite wall and she swore she saw the impression of a smirk beneath the fabric.
Sakura pulled herself up onto the bench hard bed before folding her arms and leaning back against the wall. She crossed her legs and returned his stare, she did not have to wait long.
"You're rusty." Kakashi stated matter of factly, "I guess I'm not the only one spending too much time in hospitals."
Sakura's casual slouch slipped as she spluttered, "I'm not r-rusty!!" Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she uncrossed her arms and pushed herself off the examination table. Her fists clenched at her sides and she was certain she saw her ex sensei swallow at the chakra collecting in her arms.
"I'll show YOU rusty!" Sakura yelled as she leapt across the distance in a single bound, but Kakashi wasn't there, spinning; she caught the fist that had been about to strike her from behind.
"Why don't we have a bet on it?" Kakashi asked, smirking as her eyes lit up at the suggestion; Tsunade hadn't just taught her superhuman strength, at least her luck wasn't anywhere near as bad.
She didn't let go of his fist, instead she squeezed just hard enough that he swore his bones were groaning. Kakashi didn't react to the pain, "We'll spar, if I win you'll heal my knee and won't go to the Hokage about it."
Sakura blinked, "Heal your knee after? How are you going to fight properly?"
He shrugged and her jade eyes narrowed, "Let me guess, you don't need your full speed against me?" She hissed through her gritted teeth before poking him in the chest with her free hand, "How would you know? We haven't sparred since-" she swallowed her words before continuing, " - in years. And I haven't been wasting my time like you seem to think. I'm no longer a genin Kakashi, there's nothing else you can teach me."
"We'll see. Fine, heal it before. Don't bite my hand off for trying to even the odds with a handicap." He shrugged apathetically.
"I'll give you a handicap in a minute!" She threatened.
"You can try." He said lamely before he stared pointedly down at his hand, "Do you mind?"
Realizing she still had his hand in his grip she released him quickly, and watched as he flexed the hand at his side. She smirked at him as she leaned back to mimic his slouch against the wall, "Where?" she asked casually.
"Training grounds, no 6?"
Remembering the layout of the mixed terrain area she nodded, "0700 hours Kakashi-san?"
He nodded and just as his hands went to form the first hand seal of a transportation jutsu, Sakura's clasped over his. He stared down at her, inwardly surprised he hadn't seen her move.
"You senile already old man? I have to fix that knee before you break your hip." She smirked up at him before pushing her hands against his bare chest to usher him towards the bed. He didn't move however.
The smirk slipped into pursed lips, as she pushed a little harder. Nothing, just a droll bored stare and a yawn.
Trying to prove something ay? She thought as she stared up at him with gritted teeth, I'll be damned if I'm going to use my chakra just to push him backwards!
Feinting with her right fist, which he dodged; she lashed out with her left. He caught it, but as he was off balance she leapt in, wrapped an arm around his neck and hooked his legs out from under him. She didn't anticipate his swift reaction as he fell back and planted his feet in her stomach, to send her flying. Refusing to be thrown, Sakura gripped onto the silver haired jounin; but this only resulted in a far less advantageous position...
Slapping into the floor without any hands free to break fall, she lay stunned and winded for a moment before her blank eyes focused and she took in her predicament. It wasn't often that Sakura found herself pinned to the ground by a man so her immediate blush was a given. It didn't help that that she had an arm hooked around his neck as the other was firmly held to the ground beside her head or that he was pressed against nearly the entire length of her.
Squirming uncomfortably underneath his bemused stare before her mind recovered and she glared hotly. Sakura tried to shift her hips and flip him off, but Kakashi almost casually pressed her into the floor and made himself comfortable. The fact that his shirtless chest was rubbing against her didn't go unnoticed, with an undignified 'eep!' she let go of his neck hastily as she tried to push him off with that hand.
Not that she did herself any good, she swallowed convulsively, her mouth dry as her fingers accidentally glided over the unyielding contours of muscle in her attempt to get free. She met his eye almost sheepishly, her anger quenched by his proximity. That soon evaporated as her made his characteristic jibe at her expense.
"You never were any good at grappling Sakura." He told her simply, "Now just give up."
Sakura cringed inwardly, she'd never really tried to master grappling; the training was just too damn embarrassing. Sakura didn't do well at close quarters. But then again she wouldn't be in this predicament right now if she had.
The medic narrowed her eyes, she hated losing. Grabbing his arm below the elbow, she dug her green tipped fingers in the pressure point there. His weight collapsed to the side and she rolled them over towards the examination table. Shifting, she swung her legs on either side of his arm over his body and pulled the limb as she drew him into an arm bar. Smirking at his involuntary groan she asked casually, "You want to give up Kakashi-kouhai?"
She felt his body go stiff at her addressing him as an underclassman and her smirk spread. But before she could even register what had happened, something landed on top of 'Kakashi' causing him to disappear with a poof!
Blinking with her mouth hanging open, she stared into Kakashi's sardonic grey eye disbelievingly as he knelt between her spread legs. When in hell did he get the chance to make a shadow clone?
Pouting, she crossed her arms as she lay down on the floor glaring at him. He hovered over her, his hands braced beside her shoulders as he kneeled between her legs. Sakura tried to ignore the rising blush that burned across her cheeks at his arched eyebrow.
Suddenly, she heard the clack of heels outside both of their heads whipped around to the sound and as their eyes met again Sakura did the only thing her freaked mind could think of.
Sakura reached over her shoulders and planted her hands in the ground before she leaned back until only her upper back was touching the ground and planted her sandals into Kakashi's gut as she flipped herself to her feet.
Her sensei slammed into the wall and slid onto the bed, leaving behind an impressive crater in the plaster. But Sakura didn't have time to cringe at the cost, because Shizune popped her head inside.
"Ahh... I see you have everything under control Sakura." She said somewhat nervously as she stared at the two dishevelled jounins, "Have you finished up here? Miya-san needs this room for her four o clock appointment."
Sakura glanced at her patient, "Nearly, just give me another five minutes."
Shizune nodded and turned to leave before stopping and turning back, "Oh! I nearly forgot, Ayame told me to tell you your last patient cancelled, why don't you take the rest of the day off?"
"I'm meant to be covering for Kenji in Recovery..." Sakura argued with a frown.
"I've already got someone on the case, you really should take a breather, you look dead on your feet. Just because you are one of the senior staff doesn't mean you have to do everyone else's work." Without waiting for Sakura's indignant reply, the medic shut the door behind her with a snap.
Sakura rubbed her eyes as she walked towards her impatient patient, she sighed and looked up at him. "Nothing broken?" she asked the silver haired man with an apologetic smile.
He shook his head, "It would take more than that Sakura." She could feel the grin behind his mask.
"I'll just try harder next time." She huffed before gripping his knee unceremoniously. Grumbling as she healed it, she went back to her clipboard and made some notes. It wouldn't do for any medic beneath jounin level to treat Kakashi, they'd never get the chance to lay their hands on him.
"Want to go settle our bet now?" Kakashi asked her suddenly as he casually put his clothes back on.
Sakura turned and tilted her head, "But you haven't got much chakra left and I'm depleted too from my shift..."
"What... scared?" he probed at the exact right sore spot.
Sakura's eyes narrowed dangerously and she slowly put down her clipboard. "Fine, your loss." Then she grinned, "Last one there buys the other dinner." Without waiting for the affirmative, she easily unlatched the window and jumped out into a four storey drop.
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Heh that was fun, I've never done a Naruto fic before but I'm really enjoying this. Sakura is just too fun to tease. KakaSaku needs more fanfiction, so I obliged.
Till next time, *salutes*