Disclaimer: Naruto and the characters are not mine and never will be.

Chapter 1 – All I Want Is You

Sakura stood alone in the shadow of the trees, holding her basket of soldier pills as she watched Naruto training with Kakashi-sensei to develop his new chakra shape-molding and wind element combination technique. It really was quite a funny scene – Kakashi with that look of frustration people normally had on when explaining things to Naruto, Naruto with that same old look of cluelessness. She should have been laughing or at least smiling, but Sakura's face was completely devoid of emotion except for an almost imperceptible frown. Her eyes fixed on the back of Kakashi's head as she tried to will him to turn around and look at her. And then walk towards her. And then tell her all the things that would make her six year long dream come true.

She remembered the first time, all those years ago, that these feelings for her teacher had arisen within her. She had been watching him then, too. As Kakashi-sensei was fighting against Zabuza, she had been observing him quietly – watching the movements of the strange left eye that he had always kept hidden until then, the powerful techniques he used against his enemy, the way he moved so gracefully and with such intent – knowing that all this was being done in order to keep his promise to protect his team. But the thing that had interested her most was the long scar running down his face. She had wanted to reach out and run her finger down it, ask him how he had gotten hurt so badly….

Snapping back into reality, Sakura shook her head and sat down, leaning back against a tall tree.

I can't believe that was so long ago, she thought to herself.

Since that day, a lot of things had changed. As time passed, the team had gotten closer, been shattered by Sasuke's defection, and worked hard to become stronger in order to get him back and also protect Konoha. And every moment she had shared with Kakashi since then had caused her feelings for him to grow stronger. He had comforted her when she felt the pain of rejection from Sasuke, protected her when she was in danger, and genuinely encouraged her when she felt inadequate. He had allowed her to share moments of deep happiness, of quiet contemplation, of intense sadness, with him. And she loved him for it.

As Sakura continued to watch Kakashi, a cooling breeze blew through the trees. She took in a deep breath and looked up at the clear blue sky. She smiled to herself, thinking about the man she loved. But the smile was quickly replaced by a pang of sadness. The knowledge that there were only too many reasons why her wish would never come true made her ache inside: the age gap, the fact that he was her sensei, the fact that he was too good for her…. The last reason was the saddest truth for her. Kakashi was one of the most powerful shinobi in all of Konoha; he was so alluring that women would fall at his feet without even knowing what he looked like under the mask; and so handsome that when they did know, they were rendered into speechless, blushing stupors. There was no way.

She could only imagine how awful it would feel if she were to confess her feelings and he rejected her. Not to mention how awkward it would make everything.

If only –

She didn't even know how to finish that thought, there were so many things she wished she had the power to change.

If only, if only….

Sakura pulled her knees to her chest and rested her forehead on her knees. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to go to a secret dreamworld for moment. She imagined Kakashi pulling her in for a hug, she would rest her head on his strong chest and put her arms around him, he would look down at her, she would look at up him, he would kiss her lightly on the forehead, smile at her with that smile that turned his one visible eye into that adorable crescent moon, and lean down to kiss her sweetly, and her heart would flutter with joy.

Not that all her fantasies of Kakashi were that innocent. There were certainly times when she would look at him or just hear his sexy voice and think "Hell, yeah!" She would be hit with such a wave of desire that it was almost impossible to keep herself from grabbing him and doing things to him that would make even Hatake Kakashi, the shameless erotica enthusiast, blush!

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Thanks for reading my first story, folks! Please do leave your comments, I accept any that you may have – I really want to make this story a good one. =T Next chapter will be Kakashi's POV.