It Burns
KakaSaku. He watches her as she eases his pain, carefully caressing the brun on his finger. Short, pointless one-shot.
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a/n: I challenged myself into writing this with only a piece of cheese cake in my mouth. Timer starts… now. :D
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Ice.
It was so cold against my skin, but at the same time, it eased the burn that injured my finger. She had rushed to the freezer to grab a piece of ice and immediately dabbed it onto the stupid burn. She had reprimanded me softly, saying, "Kakashi-sensei… you're really a baka, did you know that?" She sighed as I scratched my head apologetically. Yet once her emerald eyes fixed onto me, I had to smile.
"Gomen."
"You disappoint me," she continued, spreading the piece of piercingly cold ice all over my hand. "Even the greatest of elites cannot even evade a single burn."
"Ehehe… Sakura-kun, we all have our weaknesses." I tried to sound calm, but she had grown closer to me whilst she busied herself with the swelling bruise on my finger. I could feel her gentle touch, and I could smell the sweet scent of her hair. Though it was only faint, I sensed her self all over me. And in some uncanny way, it made me shrug.
Her eyes were now on the tray that I dropped earlier, with the oven wholly opened. There was a chuckle before she said, "You were baking?"
"I can say why not?"
"Baka na… you're supposed to put the cookies on the pan before placing them in the oven."
I scratched my cheek. "I thought that if I placed the batter after pre-heating the pan, it would bake more evenly and quickly."
The messed up bowl filled with the chocolate-chip batter of Pillsbury, complete with the box beside it that displayed Doughboy and its directions, was sitting on the table top before us. I didn't know why, but Kurenai and Asuma told me to do something constructive today instead of reading the third installment of Icha Icha Paradise. And once I found that ready-mix lying around, I couldn't help myself but open it and begin.
Sakura looked more annoyed now. "Sensei no baka. A man can't do that without supervision… especially you." She rose up and asked for me to hold the ice in place, and then took a pot holder to pick up the heated tray. After giving the batter a good mix, she took a spoon and began putting small amounts of it on the buttered cookie tray.
I stood up to observe. "Arigatou, Sakura-kun."
"Ii, sensei. If you're trying to find another hobby, don't pick those that are related to women's work. Okay?" She turned to me and handed me the pot holder. I put it on my uninjured hand, and then placed the tray back in the oven.
"Hora, that was easy, wasn't it?"
I had to admire her bossy disposition. I knew she respected me as her teacher, but she enjoyed mocking me as a friend. Our little chat was then disrupted when the voice of Naruto calling her from outside became loud and firm, perhaps making her remember the training I had asked them to do. She jolted up, rushed to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water, and said good-bye.
"I hope you don't mind, sensei. Sasuke-kun might need some water," she said, grinning. "The cookies will be done in about fifteen minutes, so don't burn them okay?"
And I could see the care and concern that flowed within her for the Uchiha heir. But I only smiled and replied, "Hai hai."
I don't know why, but as she scurried out the house, with her radiant smile that shone as brightly as the soft afternoon sun, I watched her… She was growing up. And I merely shrugged at the thought that if ever she may need someone, I would make myself available.
But for the mean time, she will still remain a child. As I watched the cookies bake in the oven, it reminded me of her: inexperienced, hot-tempered, but will soon satisfy those who anticipate her maturity once fully cooked. And I would wait patiently whilst she busies herself by admiring a man who can never reciprocate the feelings she well deserves.
o.Wa.Ri
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Finished in 31 minutes and 6 seconds. I know, it took long… I was still finishing the rest of my cheese cake:D heehee. Want a bite? ÜÜÜ
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