A/N: Please read and review, thanks!
Disclaimer: Obviously, these Naruto characters, my beloved Kakashi and Sakura are... sadly, not mine.
To Winz, Mystic Spirit Angel, crazyevilgirl, and poppies in july - thanks so much. Y here's chapter 2.
Chapter 2: A Game Of Tag
"Kakashi!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, her arms held stiffly to her sides with her fist clenched tight. It was lunchtime, and he was not being much of a help either – with his mischievous ways of getting her attention.
"Yes, Sakura-chan?" She could almost hear the laughter in his voice. How dare he?
She whirled round, her balled-up fist swinging in his direction. But it merely punched the air as he avoided her attack swiftly.
"Come. Back. Here. NOW!" She yelled at him despite her lack of food.
But he was nowhere to be seen. She could not sense his chakra at all within her vicinity. He would not have left her that way, she knew that. At worst, he was probably blocking her from sensing his chakra, and was now sitting up on a tree branch. She took a deep breath. Perhaps it was good training for her anger management – though her rumbling stomach disagreed strongly. She needed food. And fast. If he knew what was best for himself, he would be leaving her bento box somewhere nearby and speed to the nearest village and not come back for a week.
She decided to just make a deal with him. After all, the overgrown child probably wanted to have his revenge after she had been too busy to tend to him last week. She sighed. He certainly was being childish now. Perhaps she should not have forfeited his afternoon trainings for patching up a certain womanizing ninja. His pride was probably dented.
She sat on the soft grass, her voice had gone soft now.
"Kakashi-kun, let's play tag, shall we? If I tag you, you'll give me back my bento box. Ok?"
Not a reply. She heaved a soft sigh. "I'll share with you too…? Please…?" She added pleadingly.
Still, there was no reply. She began to doubt that he was there. Nevertheless, she continued bargaining even though she was more confident now that he was not there.
"I'll feed you even… I just want to eat." She was near tears now, though she fought hard to keep them at bay. She was not going to win this with her tears. No way.
"Hm? Feed me?" Her downcast eyes saw his familiar legs, but did not look up at him. She merely nodded.
"Are you crying, Sakura?" His voice lowered, almost whispering as he knelt down to her height. He swallowed his saliva quietly. Had he gone too far?
"No, I'm not. I'm fine… just hungry," she finished meekly. Her large, innocent eyes finally looked up at him – almost pleading him to surrender her lunch. He seemed hesitant.
He was beginning to think it would be a good idea to surrender the bento box right then and just keep quiet. After all, he could not bear the thought or even the sight of her hot tears trickling down those smooth cheeks. He sighed. Perhaps he should have surrendered earlier? A sudden tap on his head startled him out of his thoughts.
"Hn?"
"You're tagged!" She grinned happily. "Can I have my lunch now?"
"That was downright cheating Sakura-chan!" He chuckled, handing her the box. As she made a grab for it, he withdrew his hand. "You did remember the deal, didn't you?"
"Deal? What deal, Kaka-kun?" Her eyes shone with amusement now.
"Feeding me?"
"There was no deal, as I recall, Kaka-kun…" She drawled.
"Don't do that Saku-chan… as I recall as well, you too have no deal." He grinned wickedly. Two can play the same game.
"Oh. That… deal…" She acquiesced reluctantly – he noticed. "Okay… are you sure you want me to feed you?"
"Of course. What could be more romantic?" He chortled, knowing how embarrassing such a comment would be for her. As he looked at her, he knew he was right. Her cheeks were of a pinkish hue now, her eyes gazing at his feet in an unusual interest – completely embarrassed to silence. He too could not believe such a comment would escape his lips, but he simply could not resist. The timing was screaming for it.
"Ne… Sakura-chan, you want your lunch back, right? I'm hungry too, you know…" He chuckled some more.
Her viridian eyes looked up at him with innocence, staring at him. He handed her the box and wasted no time in sitting across her. "Are you ready Sakura-chan?"
"Of course, Kakashi-kun. Here you go!" She had quickly opened the cover and scooped some of her rice and vegetable after he handed her the box.
His eyes widened in delight as he savored her home-cooked dish. "Delicious!"
"Really?"
"Yes, of course. You're a wonderful cook, Sakura-chan!"
Another appreciative blush. "Thank you, Kakashi."
"Here, let me feed you."
Before she could protest, he had taken the box and spoon away from her swiftly and the chicken-meat-and-rice-filled spoon awaited her patiently. She opened her mouth and felt the food pushed gently into her mouth. He was very gentle, she noted subconsciously, and considerate too. It felt good just to sit there in front of him, feeding him and also being fed. In fact, it went beyond feeling good. It gave her an adrenaline rush, and filled her with such warmth that she was sorely tempted to reach out and kiss him. She blushed when she realized what she was thinking.
He peered lazily at her, secretly wondering why she was blushing. "Are you all right, Sakura?"
"Yes… I'm fine," she replied softly.
It was the first time they had shared a lunch together and it was the first time for both to have fed each other. To both, it was a very much welcomed and warmly accepted first time experience. Both were considering provoking each other in a not-so-subtle manner to subtly have the other surrender to another feeding time. They kept the silence, both turning the scheming cog wheels relentlessly in their minds.
