Well, I got some time. So I got bored, read a few Sasu/Saku fanfics, watched t.v., and started typing randomly. Don't really like this fanfic. Or my writing for that matter. But it is so hard to find good(ok, by good, I mean amazing. My expectations are... slightly high) fanfics. So might as well just work a tiny bit on my own pitiful one.
Depressingly yours:
D. Truths
P.S.- Italics are Sakura's thoughts.
P.S.S.- Be warned. Nothing too too too bad, but I did add citrus elements and a few choice curse words. This fanfic has made its way up to Rated M on the third chapter. Interesting.
P.S.S.S.- I was so very extremely challenged by this chapter...
Crap. What the hell happened... Her vision was slightly blurry and she felt a little sore, but she could feel the soft velvet of a sofa underneath her. Oh... Right...Kakashi happened... Walking into the restroom, she was slapped in the face by the sight of a pair of bodies making out, startled by the sight that he was shirtless and his jeans riding low on his chiseled hips, and all thoughts derailed when she saw a profile of his face. His very bare face. And she feinted when she saw him god damn thrust and grind his pelvis into the mystery woman's perfectly toned ass. He was freaking humping a girl in the woman's bathroom. Where anybody could walk in... Such as me. After a few blinks, her vision cleared, allowing her green eyes to see that she was laying in a small room that was slightly far away from 'party room'. Which means... somebody carried me here. Somebody like... Kakashi. Crap. Wait, calm down, you can still walk out of here, sneak back to Ino, get killed for keeping her waiting, then everything can return to- Unfortunately for Sakura, the door opened, revealing the item of her panicked thoughts: Kakashi.
"Well Sakura?"
...normal? Shit... There went that plan, straight out the window.
He knew it was risky to start inside the public woman's bathroom while a party was going on not so far away. There was a risk of getting caught, but he had to admit that Amara (that little she-devil) was right. The threat was a bit of a turn on, but when he heard something whump against the tiled floor, he swore his heart fell out of his chest. Finding an ex-student feint after walking in on you was stressful, and not worth it. And then he had to deal with her. His evenings entertainment was gone, and the only way he could save himself and Sakura from rumors was to sneak to a different room away from the party while she recovered. When he saw that she wouldn't wake for a bit, he left to get a few drinks. He would need them later on...
But when he got back, she was partially awake. And staring at him like a deer caught in headlights.
This might take a while...
"Well Sakura? How do you feel?"
"H-how do I feel? Is that some type of sick joke?" She was pacing, a habit she apparently had not broken since being a student. "I just saw an adult that I know doing it in the women's bathroom! How do you think I feel?"
And all the while, he was the calm in the storm, just listening and staring at Sakura while she let the shock leave her system.
"I don't know why you are so panicked. Don't you think that adults have sex lives?"
"Don't say it like that! I mean, I guess that you do, but I never thought that proof of your... fertility... would be pushed onto me like that! And you were my former teacher! Wouldn't you be shocked?"
"Oh, I forgot. You always were the prudish one."
"PRUDISH?!?! I'm sorry for not being a slut! I'm sure you had a lot of fun look up skirts and down shirts during class!"
"Actually, I did. But that is not really the point. If you can't get over this small little subject, how do you expect to be an editor or writer? It has been shown that sex sells." Prodding at her one major weakness may have been harsh, but it was the only way to successfully get her aggravated.
"I'll show you 'prudish'!" And you cannot blame Kakashi for what happened next. It was not his goal whatsoever. His goal was for her to overcome the one barrier in her writing, not to get her to take a whole different action.
She pulled his head down and she kissed him on the lips. Hard.
Sure, the mask dulled some of the dramatic edge of the situation, but when do you get to kiss your teacher? Who was, admittedly, very attractive? And why wasn't he pulling- Why wasn't she pulling away? When had her arms reached up over his neck to bring him closer? When had his hands laid upon her hips? These questions blazed through their minds, raised alerts, and Sakura sprang away as if burned.
"You planned this, didn't you? Making me your secretary, me walking with you, me walking in on you, the conversation?" She could not explain what was happening, and it was driving her crazy. Before anything else could happen, she broke the kiss and ran out the door, slamming it behind her to escape to the loud party scene and her probably drunk best friend.
