Authors note: Hello. This is a story I've had written up for a while. The only problem is I've gotten all of the ending planned out as well the second book but none of the first half of this story. So I never published it. But, it is in the works once again, so nothing to worry about. I plan on uploading the first chapter sometime next week. Depending on how this goes I will consider continuing and finishing it or not. Actually, I'll probably still finish it xD Anyways, please feel free to review, I would greatly appreciate it. I am welcome to all complaints, criticism and ideas. Enjoy.

Prologue

I couldn't believe that I was in a bathroom with Kakashi. Such a small and close space with him. I don't know how one moment we were out in the crowd with everyone else, and the next in this tightly enclosed spot with just a few dim candles. Racking my brain for an explanation I realized I had been paying so much attention on him that I had none. My breath hitched as he came closer, making my back press up against the wall. The high pitched voices from the party seemed to all fade away as my heart stopped.

There was a look in his eye. A look that made me want to crawl into myself, a look that made my heart race with nervousness and the butterflies in my stomach to flutter. What was he doing? Didn't he know that we could get in trouble if we were to get caught in a situation like this together? Somehow I felt that he didn't care. That the judging looks of other people were the furthest thing from his mind.

It was deathly silent as he took a couple more inches of space away. I let what little breath I had escape from my lips as I tried to muster up the guts to look him in the eye. A wave of anxiety spread over me when I had to look away as soon as my emerald eyes came into contact with his silver one. Looking at everything but him I wondered what would happen. Is he going to kiss me? Shoving those thoughts- and the flutter in my chest it brought with it- far from my mind, I feared for the worst. Someone was bound to walk in. Someone will catch us. I ignored all instinct screaming at me to get out of here as fast as I possibly could.

A soft and warm touch on my cheek awoke me from my thoughts. With a seconds hesitation I knew it was Kakashi. Trying to calm my breathing, I let him guide my face up to look at his own. They say that when you're in love, with one look, you can know exactly what the other is thinking. That soul mates have this unbelievable connection and that they can speak with their eyes. That with the slightest movement in their face, you can tell exactly what's going on in their mind. I was never more optimistic about it then after that long talk with Ino.

But now, as I look into his eye, I realize how wrong I was. I don't know how I knew. I just knew. Just one look and he had me melting in his arms. Just one look and I knew what he was thinking, what he was feeling, what he was going to do. I could feel it in my heart, he loved me, and I loved him. A small part of me off in the back of my mind, wondered if it was all false hope and what I was feeling wasn't really there, but I pushed those negatives thoughts back as fast as I could.

I remember my first kiss. Back in the sixth grade, when someone had dared me once to kiss this boy on the playground. I remember it took everyone on the playground calling me chicken to get me to go up and do it. And when I did, He pushed me in the dirt saying that I had cuties and I was gross. I ran off crying.

But this. This was so different. I held my breath while Kakashi guided my lips to his. What was really a second, seemed like an eternity. But eventually, his lips found mine. How his mask got pulled down and when, I had no clue.

In a far off land I thought about how soft his lips were. His kiss was gentle, sweet. There seemed to be so much more emotion behind the kiss, I couldn't help but want more. But what if he didn't want me to kiss him back? What if I'm a bad kisser? What if kissing him back would be too bold? Ignoring the beating of my heart in my ears, shaking me, I told myself it's now or never. Now is not the time to contemplate. Kissing him back a little more gently I brought my hands up to intertwine in his silver locks. His hair was just as soft as I remembered it to be that night. That night at the apartment.

With a shock I felt his hands fall on my sides and pull me closer to him. Moving away for a quick intake of breath his lips found mine immediately, deepening the kiss. I was sure my heart would explode. I couldn't help but cry out a little and pull a gentle tug on his hair.

That's when everything stopped. His lips weren't on mine. He wasn't even in my arms. One minute he was there, the next he wasn't. Opening my eyes with what I know must be a disappointed look on my face, I found him standing a few inches back; out of reach. I know my eyes must reveal the many questions I have and I know my heart must be betraying the logic in my head. The logic that taunted me. Telling me it wasn't right, and that I shouldn't have kissed him. That I knew this would happen.

Gazing as hard as I could into his obsidian eye I tried to read the emotion there, but failed. It was nothing like I felt a few seconds earlier. What was there now seemed to be one big wall. Blocking me out, refusing to let me in. Seeing the pained expression on his face I noticed that his mask was still down, but couldn't bring myself to care about what he looked like. Couldn't bring myself to care about the scar that was peeking out beneath his forehead protector; the scar that I knew crossed through the Sharingan that lay just beneath or the smoothness of his skin and perfect lips that finally lay before me in all of it's glory.

I'm not sure how long we stood there staring at each other, each of us trying to communicate in a way that didn't seem possible. Exhaling softly, I let him run his fingers across my cheek, down to my chin, where he softly ran his thumb over my bottom lip. Whatever this was, I didn't like it. I couldn't ignore the feeling in my chest. The look on his face, and the kiss, it didn't make sense. What was going on? With a hoarse whisper I looked into his eye and spoke.

"Kakashi?"

But I did not get a reply.

The instant his touch left me and the determined look came over his face, I felt my heart shatter.

I watched him walk away. Towards the door. I watched his back as he opened the door and disappeared into the crowd of people oblivious to what had just happened in the room right next to them. The squeals and excited voices found my ears. Only this time, it seemed to bring an unwelcoming pain in my chest.

I couldn't tell you how long I stood there, facing the doorway. Unmoving.

"Sakura!" An excited Ino exclaimed as she stumbled in the door way, righting herself against the wall. "What are you doing in here? I've been looking for you all over! You're about to miss the gifts!"