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Uncertain Feelings

Part 1

By: Apherion

Chapter 1: Remembrance

Sakura looked outside the window of the Academy of Ninjas. She sighed heavily, she had studied hard, and she didn't want to be put with a low-grade group. Team 7 loomed before her very eyes as she paced back and forth inside her mind's eye.

She could just see it; a rather pompous, up-turned nose would look at her like she was dirt. Another pair of hungry eyes would stare relentlessly at her, as if she was the idol of their affection. And then the teacher would be some run-down jounin who couldn't tell time and would always be late. She sighed wearily once more and sneezed.

"Bless you," a cheery voice said to her. He had whiskery cheeks for a twelve-year-old. Blond haired and blue eyed too, by the looks of it. She bore into his soul, looking through ocean blue windows that became doors for her.

He craves power, hm…she mused. He kept her gaze from wondering and she heard her other personality scream at her that one of her predictions were correct. He introduced himself while a black haired boy discreetly entered the room.

"Naruto," the blond boy said, smiling widely at her as he extended a hand. "And the rude lump over there is Sasuke. But you don't want anything to do with him; he'll just think you're inferior like everyone else." The boy called Naruto whispered to her as if to conceal the very thing he just let slip.

But Sakura paid no heed to Naruto's little warning, and went over to where Sasuke had plopped himself in a desk.

She had heard of this boy, though she had never seen him or the blond boy she had been partnered with.

"Hi," she said brightly, blushing at his aloof demeanor, yet gorgeous looks.

"What do you want?" He said it rather than asked and Sakura yet again was getting a 'telling to' about that another of her predictions had come true. Now, she thought bitterly, is the teacher. Sakura sat down, straightening the hem of her red training dress. Naruto was bouncing around; much to Sakura's thinning patience.

"Naruto, stay still," she hissed, quickly losing her temper. After a few moments more of being ignored, she hopped to her feet and took the boy by the ear.

"Ow, Sakura, that hurts!" The blond boy cried out in pain as she tugged him to a chair.

"Settle down and sit," she ordered. Surprisingly he obeyed. She nodded at that and took her own seat. She looked at the clock, ticking slowly to quarter till four. Ugh, where the hell is this jounin? I'm beginning that I was correct about all three of these guys. She impatiently tapped a beat with hands on the tabletop. Thud, click-click, thud-thud, tip-tap, click-clack, her nails had joined in with it. She stopped her attack on the desk when she heard the door begin to slide itself open. She jumped to her feet and glared furiously at the man entering the room, not really seeing him.

"Finally you get here, what took you so long?" Naruto tactlessly said in his annoyingly loud voice. Their sensei entered the room fully as Sakura apologized almost out of habit.

"I'm sorry, Sensei for Naruto's incapacity of holding himself together for a couple of hours," she bowed low, blushing lightly, utterly embarrassed. Sasuke said nothing, just stared indifferently at the man.

"Yo," the man said, in a tone just as apathetic as Sasuke. He didn't even regard Sakura's apology; nonetheless did he accept it. Did he always wear that mask? Naruto was just happy that their sensei had arrived. Sakura sighed heavily, knowing that it was going to be awhile until everything was done here. Everything started from there, and the ever present feeling of familiarity of her sensei constantly loomed over her. And yet...she couldn't place him for the life of her.

"Sakura, Ino to Sakura, come in Sakura," Ino playfully teased her friend while Hinata giggled. The three of them had joined for lunch at a ramen café that Naruto had recommended to them.

"Huh," Sakura's eyes began to focus for they had been vague of anything for a minute or so. "How long was I out?"

"Mm, not long," Hinata said softly. How Hinata could stand to be with her or Ino, Sakura would never know. Yet, Sakura loved having her around, despite the fact that Hinata was quite introverted and blushed at any mention of her.

"Oh, good," Sakura smiled sheepishly at her two friends. "I'm sorry, I was just-"

"Remembering, yeah, we know," Ino's intrusive attitude wasn't something hard to forget, but that's what Sakura liked about her.

Sakura, though... she was a bit of everything, silent yet violent, loud but scheming, clever though naïve. Out of her fifteen years of life, she'd never believe that she had become the fifth Hokage's apprentice and a medic-nin. If her parents could see her now, I miss them.

"Hey, you weren't remembering them were you?" 'Them' were her parents and she nodded, but quickly added.

"Just for a second though, you know it'll be their eleventh year from Konoha, right?" Hinata and Ino looked at each other worriedly.

"And you say you still don't remember who took care of you during your…um, younger years of life?" Her friends were talking about from age four to eleven.

"No, I remember nothing before or a year after the accident. All I know is that when I was twelve, Tsunade-sama took me under her wing, and even that year is hazy." The accident in question took place when Sakura was ten. It took away all of her memories of her guardian from age four to age eleven, practically all of her childhood had been erased. She only knew one thing: her guardian had given her a branch from a cherry blossom tree with the tiny flowers still on it when the guardian first met her. Everything about the person had been blurred out from her, except for the cherry blossoms. Her green eyes shined with tears.

"I wish I knew! It frustrates me to no end! I want to be able to thank him or her for caring for me," she didn't bother to stifle or wipe away the tears, instead wearing them proudly like a soldier his medal. Footsteps were heard approaching and Sakura took a napkin to her face.

"Are you all right, Sakura?" Kakashi, unknown to the three girls, had heard the whole conversation, but didn't let on that he had.

"F-fine, Sen-sei," Sakura choked. She felt a hand grip her shoulder softly and knew whom it belonged to. She brushed at it, and he let her go.

"Sakura, if you're up to it, we'll be training at the usual spot." Sakura nodded and he walked away. He didn't sound like his normal, lazy self just then.

"Jesus, Sakura, I can't believe you shared a campsite with that man since you were twelve," Ino said, as if checking out Hatake Kakashi.

"I cannot believe you! He was my teacher!" Sakura said, blushing lightly.

"See, you're even over Sasuke now too," Ino pointed out.

"I'm embarrassed for you and by you." Ino grinned devilishly as if to say 'you know you love it'. "Yes, I do." Sakura said, answering the unasked question. "But I have to go. Training," she added as if it were an excuse for what she was doing. Something said that could right her wrong. Ino and Hinata nodded, understanding perfectly. Sakura was just glad that Hinata kept Ino in check by starting a conversation with Ino immediately after Sakura stood. Hinata and Ino both knew that always got Sakura to immediately blush, almost as if it were a 'inside joke'.

"C'mon Sensei," Sakura challenged, yelling at her ex-teacher, "Fight me!" Their training session had only consisted of herself and the jounin, now reading the infamous book: Icha, Icha Paradise.

"Put that stupid book down for…" Sakura thought for a second. "Five minutes, please!" She saw his mysterious eye roll and he placed his slip of paper into the book, marking his place.

"Five minutes, Sakura," he said bored. "Then, I return to my book and you return home." At this, Sakura scowled.

"Do I have to go home? Can't I just…" she immediately was refreshed of what Ino had said earlier.

"Jesus, Sakura, I can't believe you shared a campsite with that man since you were twelve."

Sakura stopped short of her pleading sentence only to blush a deep shade of crimson. Kakashi looked up at her and she made a quiet 'eep', afraid that he had heard her thoughts. Wait, she thought, trying to calm down. He can't do that…I don't think so at least, WA! I'm just going to say he can't and feel better being ignorant.

The heat in her face disappeared by the time Kakashi got to his feet. She felt a gloved hand on her pink-haired head and his hand wasn't just petting her like it usually did. She felt his strong fingers brush her scalp and squeeze lightly. She sighed and leaned into the touch, smiling. Too quick, his hand snatched back, away from her, leaving a sense of unsatisfied need.

"Kakashi-sensei," Sakura whispered absently, sort of begging him to continue.

"Five minutes," he repeated, and then disappeared, starting the chasing game of training. Sakura stood still, closing her eyes and mind, opening her ears, listening intently. She heard her signal: the air cutting by the faint whistling of the kunai. She jumped, flipping over the on-coming object. She landed knees bent, absorbing the ground's push.

She spun in place, letting loose one of her own knives, shooting it straight at Kakashi. She completely missed though. Scowling, she pursued the jounin, her target. She would reach him this time, he wasn't moving as fast as he ought to have been. He stopped, but she continued. He turned around and she froze stock-still, staring into his mismatched eyes.

The blood-red sharigan eye looked overly intense compared to the sluggish black eye. No, she thought rapidly, he wouldn't use it on me, not for the remaining three minutes. But this was Kakashi, and she felt the world slipping from her like the infatuation she had for the younger Uchiha.

She expected to be tortured, to be feeling knives plunge into her skin like she was their sheath. Then the new world came into focus. She would've taken the knives over what she saw. Her parents, eyes wide with shock, fear. Naruto, no matter how annoying, was still her friend; he was close to her heart. He was her brother, but he was mangled and some of his limbs had been torn off. Sasuke, her first crush, lay so broken and she cried harder, slumping to her knees. The scene changed, and she saw bloodstained silver hair. It was then she felt herself being dragged from the sight.

Her eyes opened, blood-shot and wild, looking around frantically, she remembered the image and her eyes slid out of focus for a second. She was afraid and she sat up. She looked at him, but didn't see him. It shook her completely. He took her face into his hands, his forehead protector back in place, covering his sharigan. Her green eyes locked with his unfathomable black eye. Tears swam in her view and she broke the hold on her face to hug her ex-teacher.

Kakashi held her to him, softly rubbing her back with one hand while his other brushed her hair. Sakura clung to him, helplessly crying. He soothed her softly; it felt familiar to her. Her tears dried eventually and she let him go. She eased herself away from him and she saw a new emotion-true, he hardly ever showed emotion-in his eye.

"Don't scare me like that," he said, smiling now. His glove hand rubbed her head and whipped out the perverted book again. Sakura stared then glowered at him. She went to knock the book from his hands when he grasped her wrist.

"Not for children under eighteen." Her face burned, she didn't want to read it. Her other hand connected with the top of the book and took hold of it, yanking it towards her. It broke from his grasp and she let out a triumphant cry.

"Sakura, give it back," his tone was low and even, threatening her not to obey him.

"I don't want to read this stupid book! I just want you to pay attention to me." It didn't come out like she had wanted, but it still worked to full effect.

"You have my full and undivided attention, now, give me the book." Sakura shook her head defiantly. He sighed heavily and sat down. She smiled, knowing she had just gotten her way with the stubborn yet lazy jounin. Ino's going to be so jealous, Sakura thought gleefully, and then her grin encountered a fault-line. I can't believe myself. First Ino, now me! That girl's a bad influence on Hinata and me.

"Besides sitting here and paying mind to you, what do you want me doing?" It was the first time Kakashi had been at her command; she had never experienced something like this before. She figured that she'd never be able to get to him, but here she was with him at her mercy. She walked closer to him and pushed his forehead protector down over his black eye.

"No peeking! I'm going to hide this and come back. Don't worry, you'll get it back and I won't be gone long." She heard him sigh when she turned around and she began to run in a zigzag pattern, throwing in a couple circles here and there. She tripped on accident and the book slipped from her hold. She stood rapidly and retrieved it, catching a glimpse of some rather erotic things. She flushed and began to shut the book when she noticed the bookmark.

A pair of large green eyes stared out from under a bath towel in her purple pajamas. A younger Kakashi was drying her hair, but Sakura couldn't see the color of the girl's hair, it was still wet. He wore his mask back then too. Sakura decided that she wouldn't remember where she hid the book, so she hid it carefully inside her training outfit.

"Took you long enough, now put my 'head-band' back in its usual spot." She giggled and did as he asked. "What is it that you want me to do now?"

"Tell me about the four-year-old girl you were taking care of in that picture that you use for a bookmarker." Whatever Kakashi had been expecting, that wasn't even on his list.

"I can't tell you about her," Kakashi said looking very uncomfortable. Sakura leaned in closer to him; he fidgeted a bit more. "Sorry Sakura, but Tsunade told me specifically not to tell you." Sakura looked at him like she had been defeated, but spoke threateningly.

"Tell me or I burn the book," she shot darkly. Kakashi shrugged indifferent. What would she have to do to get him to stop being like that?

"I can always get another one. It's quite easy if you know the creator." Sakura growled primitively and plunked herself down beside him.

"You," she thought for a moment so not as to curse at him. "Anger me to no end, you realize that?" He put an arm around her, hand resting on her shoulder. He gently squeezed her and pulled her up with him as he stood.

"C'mon," he whispered, "I'll walk you home." Sakura began to walk rather slowly, so Kakashi prompted her with a playful push. She looked back at him, trying to glare, but ruined its affect due to her smile. It wasn't forced; it was true. Kakashi felt himself smile back, though his black mask obscured it. Her cooler hand enclosed his and they walked together in sweet silence underneath the cloak of night.

"Goodnight, Sensei," Sakura said, grinning at him, red tinted her cheekbones when she spoke. She turned to go inside, but found her way blocked by Kakashi. He was so fast, god-like even.

"My book, if you will." Sakura stared at him blankly, completely spacing out on that.

"What…oh yeah, well it's in the forest you see, I'll get it before training tomorrow," she invented quickly. Impromptu was really a good technique to have, even for ninjas. He gave her a look that seemed to say 'I don't believe you' but he didn't demand for further information.

"All right," he rubbed her pink tresses, "goodnight, Sakura." And he was gone.

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Chapter 2: Whatever

"Yo," a voice said from somewhere in front of her; it was too dark to tell who it was. Sakura screamed unnecessarily loud. A hand clapped over her mouth halfway through the cry. She fought against the grip, but fail miserably. The person already had a long enough time to get a better hold of her. Oh god, this is it. I'm done for, and I still haven't given Kakashi his book back. She slumped against her captor.

Well, well, well: Looks like I've found another show to work my magic on, mwahahaha..ha..ha..um :cough: anyways. I hope you all find this somewhat fresh for an idea. I hope to see reviews, I love reviews and they help me function better with the excess of writing I'm trying for here. I'm thinkingin Part One (this part)I will make five chapters(short, I know, but I'll make them as long as I can!) and Part Two is iffy at the moment...at the minimum there will be five chapters for that part. Well, at any rate, I'm sure you've all had enough of me: Time to tell me what ya'll think!

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