First Romance Pt. 2
The events, thoughts, and origins of Kakashi's midnight break-in's.
I'm usually on a mission when I first think of her. Her face is distacting and the uniform she wears has me wondering if Icha Icha had finally done me in. It isn't until the hospital medics start sighing that I run to her apartment. Bless that Naruto! He'd been given a gag order on the location of her new apartment, but enough guilt trips and some promised ramen had him talking. Sakura was training as a medic at the time I made the plan. She was qualified to care for me. I even made myself a deal. In, out, and home. Simple, right?
The first time I attempt my plan, I knock on her window, see Sakura have a mini heart attack, and let myself in. Her eyes, wide as saucers, only serve to make me question my decision. She takes one look at me, and would have panicked had I not covered her mouth and explained the situation. She was nice enough to assist, and as I lie down on her bed to get the compulsery check through, I fall asleep.
..Not good. I'm cleaned up, wearing nothing but boxers, and see Sakura asleep on the floor. She'd been on the bed at some point, as she has a black and blue mark on her shoulder. One look at the clock and I half expect Sakura's parents to question my being here. The girl's a late sleeper as I got dressed and worked on healing her shoulder blade. She doesn't say a word about last night to either parent, or anyone else it seems. I've been taken care of by nurses who did just the opposite. The injury doesn't effect her training, and she seems to have forgotten the incedent.
Wrong. I attempt a late night medical visit with her some weeks later, and she doesn't panic. She glares at me for waking her up, and as she orders me on the bed, I can't help but imagine her dressed up as all the women who've said that for purely sinful reasons. Her bed has a quilt on it, and soft cotton sheets. Almost as nice as my own in fact.
The sun flashes as I shield my eyes from the glare. It's 6 AM and her parents are busy downstairs. She's nowhere to be found. This time I have a night gown and my pants and as I read the note on the side table, I can only imagine she owns a camera. If she does, she didn't devolope the pictures. I learned that at my 30th attempt to get sewn up and back to my house. I'm much faster than usual as I grab my stuff and head home. I have to meet cell 7 at the bridge in a half-hour and may not bother. A shower, a cup of coffee, and a clean uniform are all taken care of. There's a celebration that all three demand I come too, but they refuse to tell me what it is unless I come to the bridge. Even Sasuke yelled at me today. Two hours late and four hours sleep. A new record.
The event was just as I thought it'd be, a party for Naruto as he was turning 14. She still hasn't said a word about what happens when I swing by during the night. Ironically, this is what draws me to her apartment when I make my 30th visit to her apartment building at 1 AM. She never said a word, and even my face is kept a secret. She thinks I'm not awake enough to realize my actions but I try to get her on the bed, clean room or no, just to keep her on my side. I don't know why I do it, but if it keeps away the nightmares, then I'll take whatever Tsunade has to dish out in the morning.
Read and Review if you'd like. I was aiming for romantic, but somehow got off course I think. It turned out more humorous then planned. I like it anyway, so any helpful critiques would nice.