Well, here's the second chapter. I decided that this won't be very long. Maybe two or three more. Anywho, I hope you have fun with this one.
Sakura didn't know what to think the night before her breakfast date. She had been thinking of him for the last two days. He had a very suave personality and she looked forward to being out with him again. She hadn't been out since Sasuke had broken up with her to date…oh dear, what was her name again? Oh yeah, the prostitute that he met on the street, Elli. And that was putting it nicely…well in her terms. She still wanted to scream and rant. She wanted to punch and to know why…of all the respected people in New York City, he had to choose someone off the streets. Instead of dating one of the most desired women. She had proof, her face on the front of the Seventeen magazine, because of her flawless skin, long pink, natural, hair and bright green eyes.
She at least chose a man with something to be desired. He was obviously well humored and brought up, had the manners of a gentleman in the early eighteen hundreds. She was impressed with Ino's choice, although Sakura wasn't sure that it was Ino's choice. She hadn't looked at the profile, but she was pretty sure that he was the only man who had replied on it.
Sighing, she lay down and snuggled into her pillow. Clicking the snooze button, she made sure that her alarm was set at six. She was supposed to be at work at eleven and they scheduled their meeting a bit earlier. Closing her eyes, she remembered something she didn't like about him. The mask had to go. Finally sleep had taken her.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. "Turn that damn thing off!" Ino screamed through the wall.
"Lucky bitch," Sakura muttered slamming her hand down on the clock. "Doesn't have to get up until nine." She showered, got dressed in a black skirt and a tightly formed maroon shirt, and walked out the door around seven thirty. He was deciding where they ate and he had picked a cute little diner on the corner of where she worked. It was convenient and a quick escape if she needed one.
There he sat…without the mask. It stopped her short. He was goddamn beautiful. Flawless skin, a perfect jaw-line, his eyes were bright and taking everything in. Nothing interrupted the skin, beside a jagged scar that went vertical through his bright red eye. She wondered, naturally, where the scar came from, but she wasn't going to bug him about it.
Regaining her composure, she entered the diner. Kakashi saw her and stood, even though it was deemed unnecessary, and pulled back her chair. She almost swooned right there. "It's nice to see you so soon," he said sitting in his own chair and accepting the menus from the waitress.
"Can I get you something to drink?" she asked only having eyes for Kakashi.
"I'm sure the lady would like to order first," he said pointing a finger to Sakura without looking up. Rolling her eyes, she turned to Sakura.
"I'd like to have some coffee."
"Would you like cream? Sugar?" she retorted.
"Uh…black."
The waitress muttered something that sounded familiar to "Like your soul right?" She was used to getting things like that. It told her that they were jealous. But there was nothing to be jealous about. She didn't go around struttin her ass like some women she knew that got on the cover of major teen magazines.
"I thought to start out small and sides I would like to apologize for last night. I've dated quite a few girls and most of them would drag me into the horror movies," he said taking a sip of the coffee set in front of him.
Two things. It's sweet that he apologized, but that he's dated quite a few girls, is something no girl wants to hear, especially on the second date. Getting back from her thoughts, she nodded. "It's fine. I probably should've told you, but that's not normally something I talk about unless being asked."
Kakashi gave a laugh as the waitress set her coffee down and curtly left. "I think she got off the wrong side of the bed."
"Wrong Kakashi, she's pissed off because you didn't pay attention to her. A top thing on a girl's self esteem list is to try and get a man to notice her on a date."
"And you would know this how?"
"I'm a journalist. Well…I write articles for women who need advice." He laughed. "It can be amusing sometimes, but I get pleads for help from women who get abused." His smile disappeared and he became serious.
One thing, he gets serious when I talk about something that isn't a matter of life and death on his part, but someone else's and doesn't make a face or jokes. She was making a mental list of the things she liked and didn't like about him, she didn't know why. "Well, that is a serious matter isn't it? What do you tell them?"
Attentive and keeps on topic. Inquisitive mind.
"It's a matter for the police and not a big time magazine. Of course…I say it much nicer." They talked for the better part of two hours; nothing else came to mind to put on her "list".
She walked to work. Her cubicle was in the very back, the only one which was still decked out in pictures of her and Sasuke. She couldn't bear to part with them, for the past two weeks they gathered dust. She pulled at each one and threw it into the waste basket under her desk. She was glad to part with them. Memories of the past, still stung, but she didn't care. It was time to move…and she believed that, maybe, Kakashi would be the one to bring her back up. After parting with the pictures, she turned her computer on. Her inbox was, of course, filled with messages, but she knew she couldn't answer all of them. Even though part of her wanted to badly.
It was a good day overall. When she had gotten home, the huge red spot was missing from her carpet. Her friend was asleep on the couch, her orange rubber gloves still on her hands. Ino was a good friend. Sakura started the dinner. Her blonde friend woke to the smell of food. "It smells good. What is it?"
"Noodles and chicken."
"Ah, your best dish," she said grabbed two plates and setting the table. Sakura dished out the food and examined her carpet.
"You did well. Who helped you?" she asked taking a bite of the food.
Ino flustered pink with memories that only happened a few hours ago. "Just a friendly neighbor. A really friendly…" she trailed off turning redder as she spoke.
"At least tell me if you kept my room and the kitchen table alone." Ino nodded quickly and her pink haired friend could sigh with relief. Sakura laughed at Ino's red face and rinsed her dish. "It's your turn. I'm going to retire early," she said waving her goodnight.
Once in her room, she sat on her bed staring at the blank, well almost blank paper. At the top was;
My List for Kakashi Hatake;
Good things
Bad things
She started filling out the traits. Soon enough, it looked like
My List for Kakashi Hatake;
Good things
He's beautiful (looks don't ALWAYS matter, but it's a good place to start)
Apologizes (Even though the date ended on bad terms, he wanted to see me again)
Serious talker (I was talking about a life and death matter for women and he took it seriously and didn't do the male thing)
Attentive (He paid attention to me and not his surroundings, and not to the hot waitresses walking sauntering past.)
Inquisitive mind (He wanted to know more about my work and who I lived with, in general, my life)
Bad things
Mask (He had worn it on the first date, but had taken it off on the second one)
No possible filter between mind and mouth (He had told me he dated quite a few girls)
Sakura sat back and examined the list. It wasn't bad and the good things out weighed the bad. She supposed that was good. She folded it into fourths and stuck it underneath her lamp. Checking her alarm clock for one last time, and switched off her light. Sleep took her softly.
So…tell me what you think. I loved writing it and I can't wait to see how it ends. Please review…after all you did just read it didn't you? One little review wouldn't hurt. *puppy dog eyes* Please?