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Disclaimer: Er…I don't own these characters, I think that I totally forgot about that in my first chapter!

…on with the show!

Chapter 2: Can I…please?

She seriously couldn't ever remember waking up feeling so rested, comfortable, relaxed, luxurious… the list could go on, but Sakura could distinctly remember her mother saying something about how bragging made a person seem, well, snobbish. And, that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

"Especially if the only person you're bragging to happens to be…yourself," Sakura smiled ruefully into the pillow, almost refusing to open her eyes and meet the day. Almost, but she wasn't feeling that lazy.

Taking her time with the whole waking-up process, Sakura arched her back, her head still burrowed comfortably into the pillowcase, fingers and toes curling as she stretched fully on the empty bed. She let out a sigh before lethargically moving up into a sitting position, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light of day.

"What the..? I wonder why the bed sheets are different…Mom should totally respect my privacy. I mean, I know that pink sheets might be a little juvenile, but why change them to silver? What an odd color choice! I…oh," her sight came quickly into contact with another unfamiliar sight, a man's dress shirt: on her.

"Ok…this is seriously weird, what's going on! Why am I in some guys clothes?" Sakura looked around the room, her whole body tense, searching for something familiar to connect with, "Wait…whos room is this anyway? Where the fuck AM I?" And just when she was on the verge of a complete breakdown, she caught the scent of rain…

"Kakashi."

A sigh escaped her lips before she could stop it. For a minute there, she had felt ice-cold dread wind its way down her spine. In all honesty, that's not normally a feeling that a girl likes to experience, especially right after she just woke up.

"But why am I at Ka- of course, he was taking me to his place to stitch up the kunai wound. D'uh." Sakura just couldn't help the wave of stupidity that washed over her for feeling so confused about her location; and she unraveled her hand from the silver linen, watching it with somewhat clinical green eyes as it traveled the distance to her bare leg, fingertips hardly touching the upper thigh. She lazily traced the newly stitched-up wound. It had been done properly. She felt a surge of pride for her sensei fill her.

She scooted to the side of the bed, maneuvering her body so that her feet dangled off the beds edge. She placed both her hands on the downy mattress and stood up carefully, testing her thigh before realizing with some satisfaction that she could put her full weight on her leg with only minimal pain. Jade colored eyes glanced curiously out the window, noting the position of the sun, "It must be sometime around 5:00 pm…jeez, I must've been asleep for at least four hours! You're pathetic Sakura. I wonder where Kakashi went…"

She found her answer when her eyes dropped to the bedside end table. Besides the stylish black lamp, some spare change and a group picture of Team 7 there was a small little note with flawless handwriting on:

Sakura,

I had to go out for a bit,

Make yourself at home,

I'll be back around 7.

"Great, my male teacher has better handwriting than I do! Can't I do anything right?" Sakura gave her head a shake at her despairing thoughts; she just wasn't in the mood today.

Her next question came with some very serious consideration and a very serious blush.

Where were her clothes?

Why was she standing around in one of Kakashi's shirts?

"Wait a minute…did he…oh god…did he undress me himself?" Her face turned beet-red.

She caught a look at herself in the mirror, her blush somehow turning an even brighter shade of red. This shirt barely covered her! She stared at her reflection, her hands pulling fretfully at the material, somehow trying to stretch it so that she'd be somewhat modest.

The shirt barely hung from her shoulder blades, you could easily see the flush of her breast and when Sakura turned around to look at her backside, still unsuccessfully tugging at the fabric, she was shocked to see the smallest hint of her…white cotton panties!

"I can't walk around like this! I look like some kind of… skank!" Sakura walked around Kakashi's room for a few minutes, looking for some other sort of spare clothes. "Where does this guy keep his clothes? God damnit…" Sakura grumped around Kakashi's bedroom, opening the closet doors, looking under his bed, searching for a hamper, but her search came up empty-handed.

With a sigh, she cautiously walked out of Kakashi's room, making sure her movements didn't cause the shirt to rise up too far, "I can't believe his closet is empty, that perv…I bet he did this just to torture me!" Her voice sounded very huffy.

Green eyes widened as they came in contact with Kakashi's apartment.

"Woah.."

"This place is amazing!"

And, it was. It was spotless. The wood floors were a light beach tone, the furniture was a dark, masculine leather, and there were chrome accents everywhere. It looked as if it belonged in some interior design magazine!

Needless to say, Sakura's bright pink tresses, wide jade eyes and pale skin contrasted with the beautif-no, the handsome room.

Sighing wistfully, Sakura quickly came up with a devious idea.

"I'm alone in Kakashi's apartment…I should be snooping around!" Grinning widely Sakura moved around the living area, looking under the sofa and two-seater, lifting up the cushions, opening drawers, and more or less looking for anything that she could blackmail the poor sucker with.

Except, she couldn't find anything that was out of order or incriminating in the slightest.

Sakura was just about to give up hope on the whole "look around Kakashi's place to find something out about him" plan when she spotted a bookshelf with a whole collection of brightly covered books. She stalked over to the shelf, crouching down to its level. She sighed.

It was just Kakashi's Icha Icha Paradise collection. Sakura trailed her fingers down the spines of the books before slowly standing up. She had already known about his stupid collection of those stupid perverted books.

"Why couldn't his place be a disaster, like any normal bachelor-pad? Why did he have to be so perfect?"

Sakura hated these types of thoughts, but when she was constantly surrounded by prodigies, it was a little hard not to be upset every once and awhile. She was right; she just wasn't in the mood right now. Her heart wasn't into being all sunshine and blue skies. Part of her wanted the teenage angst that she normally kept at bay to fill her up.

"No! I do NOT want to be depressed. Just…it's so hard sometimes, knowing that you are weak…"

"I know…I'll cook something, that always cheers me up." Sakura silently thanked her mother for teaching her the domestic skill of cooking. When she had been young and just learning, Sakura had thought that it was foolish… a waste of her time, but later on, Sakura realized that there came a great joy in oneself when they accomplished something, even something as simple as making Udon Noodles.

A grin cracked the exterior of her melancholy when the thought of Udon Noodles crossed her mind.

"I'll make some for Kakashi, I think he told me once that Udon Noodles were his favorite," she didn't realize that she had been talking to herself until her sentence had ended. She blushed momentarily before moving into the kitchen.

She forgot about her more-than-casual attire, the unfamiliar and slightly intimidating surroundings and her slight melancholia as she emerged herself into the task at hand. She went to the refrigerator and pantry, pulling out the necessary ingredients and took a couple of minutes to familiarize herself with the kitchen. In the back of her mind, she wished that she could be this devoted, no, this confident as a ninja, but she shook the thought as her hands went into the comfortable rhythm of cutting up naruto and green onions. She started boiling water, her eyes flicking to the clock in the room. She would have just enough time to make this and some sort of healthy salad.

Sakura felt happy. She was cooking for Kakashi.

When she finished setting the round mahogany table, humming quietly under her breath, she took a small step back, surveying her work.

The lights in the loft-like apartment were dim; a savory aroma filled the spacious room. She felt proud of herself.

"Maybe I should clean-up… start looking for some clothes again." Her face colored rosily.

Turning on her heel towards Kakashi's bedroom, her back to the front door, Sakura began moving across the apartment, slinking between the furniture. She paused.

"Wait… what was that?" Her hackles rose. She turned around just in time to see the door crack open.

She raised her arms defensively, green eyes narrowed.

The door opened.

"Oh my god…"

Author's Notes: Well, hello there again. I left it hanging a bit, sorry… Also, this chapter is only Sakura, but I'm setting up the foundation here, so be patient! I also would have posted this a few days ago, if I had had the chance to write, except I suddenly came down with a stupid cold! I'm better now though! I just have a stuffy nose. This chapter could have been longer, in fact, I wish it was, I had some more ideas for it, but I wanted to leave you folks in a little bit of suspense. XD

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