Sorry for not having updated this earlier, but I had to learn (against my will) for my intermediate diploma. I passed and now I'm free to whatever evil deed my mind can come up with! Muahahahahahaha!! (I can't hear any applause btw... makes me wonder whether my achievement isn't so special after all... weep!).
I wanna thank everybody who's been so kind to review! I even got some favs and alerts (angels are singing the melody of gratitude in my heart). I love ya all and hope this chapter pleases your KakaSaku-warped minds.
This is farely short (for me anyway), but I hope it doesn't matter.
Now go on and r&r!!!!
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Pick up bottle, throw it into the bin. Pick up half digested pizza, refrain from throwing up and throw it instead into the bin.
Sakura should probably write a song about her new favourite free time activity. Maybe give it a title, like 'Party Trash' or 'Kill the Guys'. Either fit, though the latter had a more inviting melody than the first...
Seriously! The pinkette had been cleaning her apartment for close to three hours now and still wasn't finished.
She still had to scrub the kitchen 'and' the bath!
'The' bath... she shuddered at the memory and clawed at er eyes to get rid of the damn image burned into her retina for the rest of her young life. Would she ever be able to enter the small sanitary room without always going beet red and moan in frustration? Not that she found the picture of one Hatake Kakashi, in all his male, naked glory, too disgusting. Mind you! It was more the opposite than anything else. Sakura could barely sleep anymore without dreaming of what exactly he could do to her with all those muscles, and that... she would love to see his face (aka eye) transform from that ever present smirk into a concentrated frown.
She felt and behaved like a child. That much, she had already been able to figure out by herself. That a seasoned kunoichi like her would ever chicken out because of small things (relatively seen) like the nakedness of her former sensei was kilometers beyond her own (always logical) reasoning.
She was a medic for God's sake! A MEDIC!! Sakura couldn't persist on that especially gruesome fact often enough.
In her line of work, her eyes had gotten sight of so many naked men, that she had soon seen almost every male being
in and around Konoha with or without (in the case of some unfortunate creatures) their precious jewels... with nothing
more than a slight appreciative nod at the most!
Aaaaand... she was 21. An age most young women (kunoichi or not) had already had enough of their own fare share of contacts with the male anatomy. Sex was no foreigner to the pinkette. Period.
Grabbing the sheets of her bed with a disgusted grimace, Sakura waded to the bin filled to the rim with trash and stuffed them inside as well. With a grunt, she dragged the heavy thing across her living room and out onto the balcony. Her little private oasis was the only part of her apartment that hadn't been destroyed and Sakura watched with a content smile as the red and yellow flowers, she had so carefully taken care of, opened their small heads to the rising sun.
Sigh...
Dreamily, she took the lighter from the nearby garden table and flicked it on with a deft motion of her thumb. She held the fire to the edge of her bed sheets and watched with a tear trickling down her cheek as the flames licked greedily at the soft, silky material. Soon the content of the bin stood on fire and a small nuclear cloud rose from the last remains of her disastrous party.
At least now, she would no longer have to think of what exactly Ino and Chouji had done in her favourite bed sheets.
A cold shudder went down her spine, ending in her bare toes. Irks!
Back inside, she allowed herself to plop down on her couch with a huffing noise. Sakura buried her face in her palms and breathed slowly through her nose.
Day two of her one week vacation hadn't started so well (she had to admit, that yesterday, known as the day of doooom, she had completely ignored life and had locked herself up inside her bedroom with nothing more than a TV and ice-cream.
And day three didn't seem to be holding any big (another word that made her scream mentally) revelations.
'Childish child' went through her mind and she groaned, bathing in self-loathing.
Apart from watching films that contained lots of swearing and murder, Sakura had used the last 24 hours to make up scenarios in which she very sovereignly mastered 'the incident' in her bathroom with wonderful remarks and ninja-ish actions.
One went something like that:
"Yo." She heard Kakashi say and turned her head around to meet his covered face. Her hands stopped in the process of
unwinding the bandages from around her legs and she made a circular motion with her right index finger.
"Would you please turn around while I undress?" She said with a wink and re-assumed her task.
The second (her favourite) scenario went that way:
"Yo." She heard Kakashi say and turned her head around to meet his covered face. A predatory smile crept up on
her lips as she didn't falter in the task of unwrapping her legs from their confinements. Slowly she advanced
towards the slightly baffled man.
"I was looking for you, Kakashi-sensei..." Sakura drawled and as the last centimeters of her bandages fell on the tiled
floor, she pulled the towel from around his face and pressed her lips to his gorgeous mou...
Eyes squeezed tightly shut, Sakura shook her head to get rid of her newest fantasy (a first time with Kakashi as the male counterpart though.) .
Maybe she should go and get something healthy to eat. As already mentioned, she hadn't really swallowed anything that
wasn't at least slight heart-attack-causing or liver-destroying... did the candy apple count as healthy 'and' unhealthy?
Hmm...
Having made up her mind, Sakura got her purse and locked the door behind her. As she walked down the stairs to the
first floor, she made sure that the entrance to the small practice was secured.
Yes, Sakura was the proud leader of Konoha's smallest and at the same time most successful doctor's surgery! In her rare
spare time she took care of normal civilians, curing dripping noses and mending broken arms. She listened patiently to
old grannies complaining about their creaking joints and used ear-plugs to refrain from strangling screaming children.
This week, she had closed the practice against the complaints of some long-term patients, just having wanted to free her mind for once from daily problems and allow her chakra reserves to get loaded with youthful energy (Lee was definitely rubbing off on her).
Rolling her eyes, she tried not to remember the 'incident' that had blown her plans out of the window with a wonderful fireworks... if she ever happened to tumble across Kakashi's unfortunate being, she would make sure that he got his cheeky grin wiped off of his hidden mouth for the rest of eternity!
Her right foot had barely touched the outside world, when she found herself in the middle of everybody's attention.
She felt like she was walking around with neon-signs above her head, pointing down at her bright red head.
If she had disguised herself as walking sausage, she would have probaly drawn less attention.
"Yes, yes, that's her."
Frowning, Sakura found herself being watched by two young women standing in the shop to her left. One of them was whispering conspiratorially into the other woman's ear, staring not so subtly at the pink haired medic walking by. Unfortunately (for them) Sakura was a kunoichi and had ears that could hear a needle falling on a cussion a mile away and against the wind! In other words: she heard every damn syllable.
"She saw 'him'." The first woman said in a low, venomous tone of voice, a dramatic gasp ensuing from the second one.
"Everything?"
'Don't tell me...', Sakura thought, the heat rising to her cheeks.
"E-v-e-r-y inch"
"That bitch!" The second spat through gritted teeth, throwing daggers dripping with death-wishes at the startled
and baffled kunoichi. There was no doubt of what exactly Sakura had seen every inch of and it made her wanne rip
apart her damn bathroom door and split the ground in front of her!
Who in hell had started the damn windmill? Oh, she would kill him/her painfully!!
In her mind, it could have been everybody present when 'it' had happened! On top of her list, naturally, Ino. Sakura
doubted the blond had even waited long enough to get across the street of her apartment, having probably told
the next best Kakashi-obsessed fangirl just what exactly had happened! Ino would soon need a wig... for a long,
long time. (Insert evil laughter here)
But of course, there were also Tsunade's slave-boys. Izumo and Kotetsu had surely told Shizune and Shizune had told Tsunade and Tsunade... Sakura could only hope that the Fifth had refrained from sending memos to every ninja stationed here. (Said thing had only recently happened when Kurenai and Asuma had been photographed making out in the park. Nobody had cared that it had been quite obvious that the two had something going. Tsunade hadn't seen a reason why she should in that case 'not' show the world what exactly they had.)
"Just look at her! She doens't deserve his attention!"
Eye twitching, Sakura subtly threw a senbon at the pole holding the canopy of the little shop up. The pole broke in half, the canopy went down with a loud 'TWACK' and the two gossiping women shrieked in terror and surprise. Content for now, Sakura rounded the corner to the next street...
And collided with a dango-eating madwoman.
"Yay, if it isn't our pink bunny!" Anko exclaimed with a false smile around a mouthful of sweets. The tooth-pick went flying into a nearby wall, barely missing a puppy sniffing at the bricks.
Kurenai shook her head and gave Sakura a friendly nod. She had a large gash obscuring her porcelain cheek and
Sakura put one and one together.
"How was the mission?" She asked. Ninjas always asked each other how it had gone. An unwritten law or something like
that.
"Good." Kurenai answered with a sly smile.
Translation: We had some serious trouble and landed in a pit full of some deep shit. We bleeded at least twice to death
and ate more dirst than we could chew. But via some miraculous miracle and the help of some angels we got back in more
than one piece, but without losing anybody.
"Good to he-" Sakura never got the chance to finish her sentence when Anko suddenly appeared beside her and slung her arm in a 'friendly' manner around the medic's shoulders, trapping her effectively.
"Enough with the crap." The maniac inside the purple-head had gained the upper hand, meaning: RUN!! Run for your damn life, Sakura!!
"We want some details. And don't be greedy with them, fluffy-toffy." Anko whispered in a low dangerous voice.
Gulping, Sakura fought for composure and edged away from the monster. But the tentacles didn't loosen and the
fluffy-toffy, ehm, the pinkette was trapped.
"I don't know what you're talking ab-" Again, she got stopped mid-sentence, but this time from:
Kurenai slapped Sakura companionably on the shoulder, making her flinch slightly.
"Don't stall, young lady." She admonished with a happy grin. "How big is he."
Sakura gasped dramatically and turned pale like the silk sheets she had burnt some minutes ago.
"Wh-what... I mean... why should I tell you of all people that?! I'm not running around and ask you (she pointed at
Kurenai) how big Asuma is, for God's sake!" She cried, obviously desperate beyond words. She still had the option to just
render them immobile by messing up their neuro-system, but that would only be her last straw (Tsunade wouldn't
count that as self-defense-measure).
"Well, if ya wanna know... "Kurenai began, her red eyes twinkling mischievously when she found Sakura's jaw hitting the ground in disbelief.
"Dammit!" Sakura groaned (almost) in defeat. "Why is nobody talking about Ino and Chouji making God knows what in my bed!?" She demanded to know, trying to free herself out of Anko's friendly death-grip. To no avail. She was trapped like a dear surrounded by a pack of wolves. And for tonight's dinner we serve Sakura a la cherry blossom...
"Well, that was pretty obvious, if you ask me." Anko explained matter of factly. "Same as with her (she pointed at Kurenai) and the smoke-bomb. But you and Mr. lazy-ass? That's just about the best thing since the invention of aerodynamic kunais!" Anko slapped Sakura so hard on her shoulder, that she knocked the air out of the poor toffy's lungs.
Frowning, Sakura's thoughts suddenly zoomed in on something that hadn't hit her yet.
Why was everybody so damn disbelieving about the possibility of her and Kakashi having something (not that there was
actually anything, mind you! The whole thing was just a grand cloud of warm air... dammit)?? Was it so far fetched to
assume a very, very good looking, handsome (no point denying that) man had a love affair with a stunning, beautiful
(wide-foreheaded) young lady?
Sakura didn't have a man in her life right now, but would it be so off if she had decided to hit on her former sensei?!
She had no-one to hug her (except for Naruto!
She had no-one to tell her he loved her (except for Naruto!
She had no-one who'd do anything for her without questions (except for Naruto!
She had no-one who kissed her passionately (except for Naruto... but he always paid dearly and with at least two teeth
for stunts like these)!
Nostriles flaring angrily, she grabbed Anko's hand and unwound herself from the embrace.
She had made up her mind then. It was time to show them all just who exactly she was!
She was Haruno Sakura! She had mastered the art of fan-girlishness to the point of perfection and it was time to find a new victim... uhm, fortunate soul who was man enough to be a match for her!!
"I'd say..." Sakura began, chin held high and arms rising ominously in front of her, "he's about that size."
Her palms were aligned parallel to one another with a large gap inbetween. A strong wind gushed through the streets, spilling Sakura's pink short hair over her shoulders. Somewhere in the distance Lee and Gai wept and birds sung their melody of innocence. Anko and Kurenai gaped like fishes out of the water and with no more than a silent, curt nod, Sakura turned away from the baffled women, walking down a road, she had better not stepped onto...
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FINIS?!
Next time (if you want): Kakashi can't evade the inevitable.
