Disclaimer: I don't Sakura, nor her nice legs.
Nice Legs
She had very nice legs. He had been noticing this, somewhat guiltily, ever since she turned 14 and decided that black short shorts were really all that was necessary to wear under her brown medic's skirt. This skirt was also very short. Add to this her acquisition of a pair of thick-heeled sandals with detachable leg guards which justscreamed "sexy black knee-high boots," and her legs became a feature as salient as her bubblegum pink hair.
Ok, he rationalized, so he had a predilection for legs. Big deal, so did lots of men. There were plenty of nice female legs walking around Konoha, nice legs which didn't belong to his pretty former student. He was older, he had been her teacher, and he had known her since she was 12 years old, for crying out loud! And yet when Haruno Sakura walked down the street, hips swaying gracefully and dainty ankles sheathed in shiny black armor, Hatake Kakashi could no more tear his eyes away than he could pass up an Icha Icha Paradise 1st edition at a bargain price.
Of course, nobody was aware of his temporary fits of insanity. Of course not! He was a highly skilled shinobi, an elite jounin! He could look death in the eye without a twitch; he could hide all thoughts and emotions under pressure, under torture even! It would take nothing less than an act of the gods to expose the fact that he might be harboring a hopeless and futile attraction towards his lovely former student.
"Oi, Kakashi-sensei! Quit staring at Sakura-chan's legs! We're on a mission for cripes' sake!"
Naruto groaned in disgust as his former genin teacher tripped over another tree branch which he had failed to spot right in front of him. Sai landed in a crouch next to Naruto, grinning his usual fake grin creepily.
"Perhaps it would be better if Kakashi-taichou took the lead position rather than Sakura-san? Then he wouldn't be so distracted by her limbs," the black-haired teenager spoke without a blush. Naruto looked thoughtful.
"Yeah, now there's an idea." He raised his voice to a shout. "Sakura-chan! Sakura-chan! You take the rear position ok? Kakashi-sensei's going to lead!"
The pink-haired medic herself came swooping back through the trees and landed on the ground, looking up at her three team mates with a scowl on her face.
"What? Why do I have to go at the back!?" Sakura turned on her silver-haired team leader, who, against all good sense, was looking at her legs again. Her dark scowl turned into a look of exasperated amusement.
"Sensei, my face is up here, remember?"
Kakashi jumped and looked up to meet a pair of sparkling green eyes. And now that was just weird, because if all he had was a leg fetish, then why would he think her eyes were like sparkling pools of seawater, and her voice was like the song of a nightingale?
"A nightingale? Does he even know what that sounds like?" Naruto sneered to Sai, who shrugged his shoulders disinterestedly.
He had said that out loud? Kakashi suddenly felt the urge to try out one of those suicide jutsus he'd been saving for a rainy day. Until he realized Sakura was giggling helplessly, and gazing at him with a look very far removed from horror and disgust.
"Kakashi-sensei, if you want to look at my legs, you can. Just not on a mission ok?" She took his hand in hers, and he marveled at how small and delicate it seemed.
"Then how about this Saturday night?" He should really cut off his tongue one of these days, before it got him into trouble.
Sakura smiled and leaned up, pecking him on the cheek. Naruto gave a wolf whistle and Sai smacked him on the head.
"Sounds great," she said.
Author's Note: This fic was totally for fun. Kakashi is so OOC, but if reading this made you snigger, even a little, I'd love it if you let me know!