Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. (If I did, it would be an awfully dramatic love story)

Hi everyone!

This is a new story I came up with yesterday's dawn after a party I had at home. I couldn't get any sleep after it so this became the result of my restlessness.

I hope you enjoy it, so here you go.

"Tell me you want me" He whispered huskily in her ear.

"I want you"

"Tell me you need me" He continued while trailing soft kisses along her neck and down to her collarbone.

"I need you"

"Tell me you love me" He begged with his lips in front of her sweet swollen cherry ones.

"I can't"

"Sakura, I love you" He said while leaning his forehead against hers, mismatched eyes searching desperately for the emerald ones.

"You shouldn't" The pink-haired woman said. She was beginning to run out of answers and reasons to deny him. Her own feelings running rampant, all the while trying to keep at bay the barely contained desire that pulsed through her body madly indicating that she wanted to give into their sin and say the exact opposite.

The poor woman couldn't believe her bad luck. It just had to happen to her; the moment love run requited on both sides, the perfect moment in which they couldn't be together. Leave it to her to fall in love with the only man that was unattainable, and to him to love her back when he knew he couldn't, when he knew he shouldn't. If it weren't for her own skin containing her, she felt like she would be all over the place. So many things, so much hurt, so much love. Neither of them was able of speaking anymore, neither trusted themselves to voice their thoughts aloud, afraid of saying the wrong things, or perhaps the right ones.

Not breathing afraid of breaking the confessions of dark kept secrets their eyes were speaking of, neither moved nor blinked as to not end the bond that so strongly held them together. At that point it became a matter of will, the first one to blink will lose. However it didn't really matter after all, because since the beginning both knew they were doomed to lose something anyway.

Right at that moment all he could think about was the wild and irregular beating of his heart; imagining that if Sakura was able to hear it as loudly as he was, then she wouldn't have a problem believing his words. For the second time in his life he said those words, but for the first time in his life he really meant them.

He never noticed that in the time it took him to blink, she was already standing in the door frame of her bedroom with her back to him, a single hand loosely leaning in the wood. That was the only consolation he had while watching her sharing the same physical space as he was, he knew that after tonight they wouldn't be seen together in public nor in private again. The little time she afforded him before telling him to leave was as much as he would get from her ever again. Then if destiny had decided to keep them apart, he was going to commit every inch of her body, every smell, every taste and every sound to memory, so he would treasure her and give her his all at least in his dreams where they could be everything that reality hadn't allowed them to be. He was hesitant of approaching her. She had shown him her back before; while traveling on missions, or simply walking to Ichiraku on the afternoons for an after training meal, he had seen her before. However for the first time he didn't like seeing her like that, he wanted to see her face to know if she was feeling the same things he was. The silver-haired man knew he deserved everything he got, but he wasn't quite sure if he really deserved her indifference.

Sakura had always been the emotional type of person, one could easily tell what she was feeling by just looking at her; he knew that much. Being emotional was not a good trait for a shinobi to have, it was the code they lived by. Sakura knew the code by heart, but still she refused to embrace it; moreover she was never weak because of it. Kakashi never lived by the book either, but he refused other rules that didn't concerned emotions. He had never been fond of them anyway. Is not like he didn't have them, he just choose to ignore them.

Therefore after she made the distance between their bodies larger, Kakashi expected to hear her sobs and silent crying and to smell the salt on tinny drops falling from her eyes; none of those happened though.

"Kakashi, I think is time for you to go home" She said not even looking behind, her voice not even cracking once.

It wasn't a request, it was a command; good luck he was never one to follow orders, so he refused.

"Please..." She said hoping he understood that this was for the better.

He was desperately waiting for her to break down and cry. If she cried it would mean that there was still hope for them both, a chance at happiness that she would accept him and together they would face the consequences of their actions. Against all odds however, there were no tears or anything of the sort. If Sakura wasn't crying it meant that she didn't love him, that she didn't believe him, or that she didn't want to be the cause of the break of someone else's promise. If Konoha's shinobi were taught something, that was to honor their words; and Sakura was too much of an honorable woman in his opinion. She never went back on her words, but then again neither did he. Kakashi realized then that the reason she did that was to keep him from backing down on his promises and bows. It was completely selfless on her part; while trying to stop him from doing stupid things, she had to sacrifice her hopes and ideals once again. All of that because of him. However she never knew that for once he wanted her to be selfish so she could take what she wanted, he wanted her to stop being so damn honorable and break a promise that wasn't even hers to make once and for all. He couldn't force her to chose tough, so he didn't.

She remained still as if absent of her own body. She was waiting for him to leave, and so he did. He walked past her merely brushing his hand with hers, without exchanging a single word. She shuddered at the touch but said nothing whatsoever. He felt it too, like electricity running through his body, he already missed the sensation.

Then, standing in the door that lead him out of her apartment and life, he said his last words. "I'm sorry, Sakura" After the utterance, the man was gone leaving only a trace of smoke where his body had just been standing a second before.

He blinked first so he lost, but so had she. After he left, the 'something' they were expecting to lose felt more like the 'everything' that they were hoping to gain.

So how did you like it so far?

Please feel free to express anything you wish to. Any ideas, comments, mistakes, etc, just tell me.

I really appreciate you taking your time reading this.

As for my other fic 'Unwillingly Addicted', I want you to know that I'm not really content as to how it resulted, so I'm rewriting it. The plot remains the same, but the words would be rearranged. I will be posting soon in my profile a longer summary detailing the plot on both stories, so you can tell me what you like and what you don't.

Thank u so much for reading.

TheChu.