A/N: After nearly 2 months away from this story, I'm back! With an update! I apologize for the lack of a previous update, but ...let's just say that I've been preoccupied. I had to deal with a nasty hospitalization for respiratory failure in the beginning of October, in which I had to be intubated. AKA I had to have a breathing tube inserted in my throat. It was an interesting experience - my first time being put to sleep. XDD Since my discharge, I've been doing a lot better. I'm still on steroids though -sighs- And now my face has ballooned...and so has my stomach.
Anywhoo, please forgive me. This chapter was very hard to write, and I rewrote it like 3 times. After the anesthesia it was really hard writing anything, and I'm still sort of feeling those effects currently. So if the writing's off, it's probably because my mind is still a little frazzled. XDD I'm still not proud of this chapter in the least, in fact I sort of hate it. But it's the closest I could get to making it satisfactory, so please try to like it? haha. So yeah! Please try to enjoy it, and leave a review for me please? -bats eyes at you- do it for a sickly teenage girl?
Oh! And I uploaded my new story - Rhymes of an Hour. Now, I'm actually proud of that one so far. Please check it out when you get a chance and leave a review to let me know whether or not I should continue it! :D
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Chapter 4: The Mistake
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The ensuing week dragged by achingly slowly, and it began to feel as though that one night on Kakashi's couch had never even happened in the first place. Life kept chugging along as usual, and Sakura's medicnin work remained as bland as it had been.
What jolted her out of the melancholy was an unexpected call from Ino one night.
"Hey, you," Ino's voice blared. "You've been shut up in that damn apartment, haven't you?"
Sakura blinked, holding the receiver of the phone a few inches away so as not to deafen herself. "I haven't had many other options," Sakura replied coolly.
"Idiot. Of COURSE you have! Helll-ooo?! Me?! Your friendly neighborhood BEST FRIEND??" At this point, a mere few inches wasn't nearly enough distance to protect Sakura's ears. She bit back a yelp of pain, and reached up and rubbed her ear tenderly.
"Look! I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay? So, why don't we do something? You're right, I should have called you," Sakura tried to reason.
"You damn better believe we're doing something! Listen. The anniversary of Asuma's death is in two days, and while I was working the shop today Anko came in and told me that all the Jounin are planning a little get-together at her house, and she said to invite everyone."
Sakura nearly choked on her own tongue. "A-Asuma's....Oh shit..."
"Yeah, let me guess. You forgot, didn't you?"
"Ino, I'm so sorry...everything's just been crazy and...Wow. So it's the day of the anniversary?"
"Yup. I figured I'd stop by your house after paying my respects with the team, and we could just pop on over to Anko's. That sound good?"
"That sounds great," Sakura responded with a nod.
"Okay. I'm glad you answered your phone, forehead!" Ino said. "Let's plan that I'll be at your house at 6:30pm on Thursday."
"All right."
"Bye."
Sakura hung up and exhaled a wispy sigh, leaning back in her armchair. An updated version of 'Nagano's Guide to Popular Herbal Remedys' was sprawled halfway across the armrest and her thigh, and she could feel the heat radiating from the lightbulb of the lamp next to her. She rubbed her temples lazily.
The anniversary of Asuma's death... How many years had it been? Each year, it still shook up Ino quite a bit, though it wasn't noticable to someone who wasn't as close to her as Sakura. Ino had always been stronger than her in that aspect. She hid her troubles and her sad feelings, and always pushed through things with relative ease and grace. It was another facet of Ino that Sakura had often envied in their youth.
She knew that Thursday wasn't going to be the happiest day for her. However, she was thankful that the usual party had been scheduled for that evening, and even more thankful that they could both attend now that they were of drinking age. Her mind grazed over what it would be like, and snagged on one subject.
Kakashi. Kakashi would undoubtedly be there, in fact, there was no chance in hell that he wouldn't be there. She chewed her lip thoughtfully. They hadn't spoken since the day he escorted her home, and there was still a tinge of awkwardness between them regarding the drunken kiss incident. Thankfully, Kakashi wasn't the type of guy to let awkwardness show. He would, for sure, greet her that night just as he had any other night or morning, as if there was an endless amount of innocence left between them.
Oh God. She had forgotten how deep the awkwardness ran though. Was it really awkwardness, though? No, it certainly felt more like an offshoot of shyness. As if she were afraid to face him, afraid to look up into that smoky blue eye and that crimson sharingan and remember back to the hazy arousal that had once circulated through them. It felt almost bittersweet. Like a bruise that was sore only to the touch, making her want to recoil and avoid contact with him.
Yet, at the same time, she knew she craved it. Because this made it final - she had absolutely loved every moment of what he had done to her, and she felt a bit gypped since she knew that she would probably never experience it again.
Dammit - was this LOVE? No, it couldn't be. Because that would mean that she'd be in love with the man who had watched her mature in that painfully awkward fashion from age 12 to 20. He watched her breasts grow (indirectly), watched her get her heart broken for the first time...it would be similar to falling in love with your own father.
But it didn't feel like it. Sakura closed the book on her lap and dropped it onto the floor beside her, ignoring the large thump that resulted. She threw her head back against the back of the chair repeatedly, until she realized that the dull impact would do nothing to set her mind straight. She let out a huff, and scowled.
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"Make sure you dress flatteringly," Ino had instructed Sakura over the phone early that morning. "If you wear anything frumpy or unattractive, I'll take it as an insult to my late sensei." Sakura had groaned and let out a scoff as a reply, but was forced to agree to the conditions. At 6:15pm that night, she stood in front of the full-body mirror in her bedroom, eyeing herself warily. So far she had managed to slip into a black spaghetti-strap dress with a pink sash that hugged her curves just a little bit too tightly for her fancy, and she had located a small pink pendant necklace under her bed to go with it.
She shifted her weight on each leg, turning to the side and examining her appearance. Ehh. It looked decent. As long as it kept Ino from complaining, she would deal with it. She wiggled her toes, and bit her lip, wondering what to do for footwear. She strode over to her closet and slid it open, and saw the 5 pairs of shoes that littered the floor within. She sank to her knees and examined each pair. Her medicnin sneakers, her mission uniform boots.... a pair of slippers, a pair of bright blue slip-ons... She reached to the farthest corner, and pulled back to examine her findings. The heels. Sakura held them out and examined the contrast between them and her dress.
Well, fuck. It appeared that they were her only choice, unless she wanted to piss Ino off by wearing the blue shoes. She rose to her feet and sat on her bed, putting the heels on. She wiggled her toes, deducing that it wasn't so bad, in fact it could be alot worse. She stood up and made her way into the bathroom to apply makeup.
Ino arrived 5 minutes later, banging on the door as if the fate of the world were at stake, and Sakura flitted to the front door, clutching an eyeliner pen in one hand and a piece of toilet paper in the other, and flung open the door. Ino blinked at the display before her.
"...Um.."
Sakura groaned and hurried back into the bathroom to finish, Ino dawdling behind her. When she was finished applying a flattering tone of eyeshadow and eyeliner, she hurriedly cleaned up and stepped out to model for Ino.
"Is this good enough for you?" she asked, strained.
"...To be perfectly honest, Sakura...it's far better than I had even wished for," Ino replied with a weak chuckle.
Sakura's eyes widened. "R-Really? Does that mean I look good?"
"No. It means you look like a pile of shit," Ino answered sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. "But here..." She stepped behind Sakura and removed a hairband from around her wrist, sweeping Sakura's hair into a high ponytail and fastening it. She pulled back to assess her work, and gave a thumbs up. Sakura glanced in the mirror. Her wispy bangs framed the sides of her face, giving her a more pronounced look of maturity. A grin spread across her cheeks, and she muttered a bashful 'thank you' to her friend.
"Now let's get going! Oh, cute shoes by the way. Where'd you get them?" Ino paused, ever the sucker for shoes.
"... I got them with you, remember?"
"....Oh. Well. Good choice!"
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The two strode through the streets, chattering animatedly about how drunk the others were bound to get that night and other various things. They nearly passed Anko's house, a small black shack on the edge of the village, before Ino regained her senses and cried, "Here we are!"
She carefully pushed open the front door, and the noise of people laughing and conversing, complimented by the undertone of soft music leaked from within. She held the door open for Sakura, and the two slid inside.
"Ahh! You guys made it!" Anko slurred as she slunk over, draping her arms over the two girls' shoulders. "So glad you could...make it..." It seemed that the party had started long enough for some of the veteran Jounin to become tipsy. Sakura eyed Ino nervously, who smiled weakly at their host.
"Of course! Thank you for having us and throwing this party..." Ino said sweetly.
"Ahh, no problem. Everybody here loved Asuma," Anko said, gesturing limply to the crowd within her home. "He was a good...man..." She detached from the girls, and began to circulate around the room, engaging in conversation all along the way.
"She scares me," Sakura whispered swiftly to Ino as they explored the house. In the kitchen they found a large table, on which were casual party snacks such as chips, but the real attraction was the gigantic bowl of red liquid situated in the center. "Is that punch?" she asked cautiously.
"Yeah. Undoubtedly spiked, too," Ino said, fingering the large ladle that swam in the liquid. It bobbed lazily up and down. Sakura winced.
"Spiked punch...wow... I feel so grown up," she said, letting out a small giggle.
"Hey! You guys came!" came a booming voice. Naruto pushed past a small crowd and greeted them, beaming.
"Of course I came!" Ino sniffed. "He was my sensei!"
"Yeah, yeah sure. You just came for the alcohol," Naruto teased. His sights fell on Sakura, and he raised an eyebrow. "Hey, what happened to your face?"
Sakura's cheeks reddened considerably. "W-What do you mean!?" she demanded hotly.
"Oh...You're wearing makeup? Wow...That's a first..."
She scowled at him. "I'll have you know I wear makeup often enough!"
"Maybe once every year and a half," Ino clarified. Naruto nodded.
"So that must be why I've never seen it...Hm." He patted Sakura on the back. "It uh, looks nice on you, Sakura-chan."
Sakura let out a sigh. "Thanks, Naruto. So, who else is here?"
"Basically everyone. Even Hinata! Dude! Somebody forgot to tell her that the punch was spiked....and so....Well..."
A rather flushed Hinata joined the group at Naruto's side, swaying. "Hiii....evveryoneeee...." she said, a cute smile permanently glued to her face.
"See?" Naruto laughed. "She's totally buzzed."
Ino's eyes widened. "Oh my god! She is!"
Hinata grinned loopily at Ino. "Hi, Sakura-san!"
Ino sweatdropped. "Oh my God, she really is."
"Well, I'm going to go make sure she doesn't hurt herself," Naruto said, waving. "I'll catch you guys later on." He began to direct Hinata away, which appeared quite difficult as she was starting to have trouble walking straight.
Ino and Sakura exchanged looks.
"So now what?" Sakura asked, tugging on the strap of her dress to try and air herself out.
"I say let's hit the damn punch already!" Ino howled, dashing over to the table and beginning to ladle herself some of the red concoction. Sakura reluctantly followed suit.
Ino took a large gulp, and flinched as she swallowed. "Yikes! Whoever made this put some really strong stuff in here... No wonder Hinata's so affected."
Sakura took a sip, and made a face. "Ugh...This tastes really funky."
"Who cares? It's alcohol!" Ino drained the rest of her cup and made a move for more. A few minutes later, and she was struggling to stand, giggling uncontrollably.
"Ohh man. I'm gonna go find a really hot guy and make out with him!" Ino proclaimed, inching towards the den. Sakura finished her cup, already feeling a thick buzz beginning to creep up on her, and decided to tag along in order to protect her friend.
The drone of conversation filled the den, which was nearly completely packed with people. In the corner rested a few couches and recliners, some of which occupied by horny couples. Sakura clung close to Ino, who collapsed on a sofa with a happy sigh.
"Ahhhh....Man I love parties...."
"Hmph...Not this one..." A tall man plopped down on one of the sofas opposite to Ino's, scowling.
Sakura sat beside Ino, and recognized the man as none other than Genma Shiranui, although his trademark recognizing feature was absent.
"Why not this one?" Ino asked in a slur.
"That damn Kakashi keeps stealing all the women I try to talk to," Genma replied in a snarl, folding his arms across his chest.
"He hasn't stolen meeeeeeeeeee," Ino informed him, rolling over so that her legs were in the air. Genma eyed her uncomfortably, and shook his head.
"Um. Let's just say...he keeps stealing the attractive ones."
Ino bristled and fell headfirst into a drunken rage. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU LOSER I'M BEAUTIFUL I'M PERFECTLY ATTRACTIVE YOU'RE JUST MAD THAT YOU CAN'T HAVE ME."
Sakura clamped her hand over Ino's mouth, smiling apologetically at Genma. "I'm sorry...She's quite the loudmouth when she gets drunk..."
"No kidding," Genma replied, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing his senbon. He popped the tip into his mouth and balanced it, sighing. "So what are you two kids going to be doing tonight?"
"PERVERT!" Ino blared.
"Well, I'm going to be watching her to make sure she doesn't make a complete idiot out of herself," Sakura responded.
"That sounds awfully boring. It's a party. Shouldn't you be off picking up guys or something?" Genma asked, the senbon bobbing up and down as he spoke.
Sakura blushed furiously. "I-I wish. No. Besides, I'm not much of a party person anyway..."
"Hmm. Me neither, really. I try to pick up chicks, and if Hatake Kakashi's in the same square mile radius, they automatically drop me and go for him."
"All at once?"
"Sometimes." Genma shrugged. "So I may just swear off of women entirely."
"I'm doing the same for men," Sakura said. "So I can sympathize." She chuckled softly.
Genma stared at her. "What? Why? You're perfectly fine. You could get most anyone."
"PERVERT!" Ino blared again.
Sakura ignored the blonde's outburst, and felt the tips of her ears darken. "No...Not really. I'm as socially adept as a crab."
Genma scoffed. "I highly doubt this. But if it is true, then you and me both are screwed, aren't we?"
"I suppose..." Sakura muttered.
"So all we can do is drink until we're completely wasted. Sound good?" He stood up, brushing his Jounin vest off. Sakura blinked, and looked anxiously from him to Ino.
"A-All right, I guess." She stood up, and hesitantly walked away beside Genma, leaving Ino behind.
"That god-damned Kakashi," Genma cursed under his breath. "What is it about him? Is it his cologne? His Sharingan? What IS it that makes all those fucking women want him!?"
"Probably the Sharingan," Sakura said, ladling herself a cup of punch. "They probably see it as some exotic token."
"You know what. I'm befriending a Hyuuga, and I'm going to get him to cut his eye out and switch with me," Genma said, slamming his fist onto the table as if he had just had an epiphany. "That'll show him."
Sakura giggled as she downed her drink. "Would that work?"
"I dunno. You tell me. Aren't you into that medical nonsense?"
"Yeah, but I haven't gotten far enough into my studies to determine the outcome of that."
"Well then you best study up. I'm absolutely serious. I'm totally going to do this."
The warmth of the alcohol sloshed in Sakura's stomach, making her smile uncontrollably. "Shouldn't you focus on finding a willing member of the Hyuuga clan first?"
Genma gulped down a drink, and looked contemplative. "You have a point. I probably should. But how?"
"Make Neji suicidal, and then convince him?" she suggested with a laugh. The alcohol was quickly beginning to take hold, making her inhibitions disappear rapidly.
"Hm. Now there's an idea," the older shinobi responded with a short laugh. "So, you're Haruno Sakura, yes? That damned Kakashi's student?"
Sakura nodded.
"Hm. Well let's hope that Kakashi wouldn't have the gall to steal you," he said, continuing to ingest the spiked punch as if it were the source of life itself.
Sakura tensed, intense heat flooding her face and neck so suddenly that she began to feel dizzy. "E-Ehh!?" she squeaked, letting out a startled cough.
Genma chuckled, wiping punch residue from his lips. "Sorry, sorry, forgive me. As you can tell, this alcohol's already beginning to affect me thoroughly. Being in the company of an attractive younger woman doesn't seem to be helping me much either."
The heat pooled in her cheeks, and Sakura absently reached up and rubbed them. "Oh please, Genma-san. I'm far from attractive. I'm just frumpy and weird."
"Far from it. I'd say your angry blonde friend is more that way than you. Why, I'd pursue you if I weren't so much older than you and afraid of scaring you."
Was he....flirting with her? Sakura swallowed hard, wondering if it was just the alcohol altering her perception of things. Could alcohol make you hear things wrong? Nevertheless, the thought of a man showing interest in her was...flattering. She'd almost forgotten what being flattered felt like, honestly. And by Genma? Despite being outranked by Kakashi as far as women's tastes went, he was still one of the most attractive men in the village.
"Y-You don't scare me," Sakura stuttered, still at a loss for coherent words. The world was blurred around the edges, thanks to Anko's bright red concoction. The sounds of laughter from the other room sounded underwater, the only clear-sounding voice aside from her own was Genma's. "And you're not that old. If anything I'm just young."
"Hm. I can't say that you're not," he said, slinking closer. "But you're legal, and that's what counts, isn't it?"
"Y-Yeah sure I guess....if you're so inclined, I guess..." UGH. This attractive older man was flirting with her and now all she could do was make a complete fool out of herself!
To make matters starkly more worse, a certain somebody with impeccable timing decided to enter the kitchen just as Genma moved a little closer. Sakura was so preoccupied with her shyness, however, that she didn't even notice until the sound of somebody clearing their throat cut through.
They both turned, and Genma's sly smile soured into a sneer. Sakura's eyebrows raised.
Kakashi stood there, a suspicious look etched across his face. He caught himself, and replaced it with his usual friendly smile, however something within it contained a certain fake quality that Sakura's drunkness prevented her from picking up on. "Ahh, Sakura-chan. You made it. And you've made yourself undeniably plastered, too, I see."
"S-Sensei," Sakura said in wonder, tripping over the word. "Where have you been?"
"Well, I keep being followed by veracious females. I'm beginning to feel as though they're after my flesh itself and not really me, the way they hound me," Kakashi commented with a chuckle. Sakura felt Genma's arm tense beside her.
He seemed to note the other man's discomfort, and turned on his heels. "I'll catch you later. Be careful, Sakura." With that, he left the room, leaving a seething Genma behind.
"That bastard. Did you hear him? He's trying to rub it in. As if things aren't bad enough..." Genma grumbled. "He doesn't even have to lift a finger to get a women to sleep with him, yet I struggle to find women who will have normal conversations with me."
"Genma-san! I'm sure it isn't that bad...Maybe it's just that you try to talk to the women who aren't your type?" Sakura tried to supply.
"Hm. Maybe you're right..." He sighed and removed his headband-handkerchief, running a hand through his slightly sweaty locks. Sakura couldn't deny that he looked immensely handsome. However, her mind switched back to Kakashi, and his air of nonchalance when it came to women and sex. Suddenly, a piercing thought ripped through her mind.
Did Kakashi only kiss her that night to try and coerce her into sex? She tried desperately to push that possibility out of her head. No, that would be impossible. She was his student, he wouldn't dare try to do that to her. He had just been drunk....right? People did weird things when drunk, right?
"I need more alcohol," Genma suddenly declared, and he gravitated back to the refreshment table to retrieve some. Sakura tossed the option around in her head for a moment, and then gave in. What the hey? It was a party. She might as well go all out and get completely wasted.
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Somehow, within a timeframe of about 15 minutes, Sakura and Genma had ended up on the kitchen floor, snogging incessantly. Sakura wasn't sure who had initiated it, at this point she wasn't even capable of structured thought. All she was aware of was the sloppy exchange of saliva taking place, and the heat of his hands on her bare thighs, slowly creeping up. She heard the sound of feminine moaning, and suddenly realized that it was her own voice performing those vocalizations.
Genma withdrew slowly, his eyes hazy and clouded over. Where had she seen eyes like that before? Oh yes. Sensei.
"I think we should head back to my place..." he murmured against her lips.
Sakura could only nod dumbly. Yes, yes, anywhere. Anywhere but this kitchen floor, yes?
He helped her up, and the two sort of limped out through the den towards the entrance of the house, passing the mirth and laughter as they went. Faces caught in her gaze - Ino laughing hysterically while lying across Kiba Inuzuka's lap, clutching a drink. Hinata passed out with her head on Naruto's shoulder, snoring softly. And, as they reached the door, one final face caught vividly. Kakashi Hatake, eyes wide and full of something that looked akin to anger, sitting between two busty women. His gaze locked onto Sakura's, lingering until she closed the door behind her, severing it.
As the two made their way carefully back towards Genma's apartment, he began to cackle. "Did you see that? Did you see the look on Kakashi's face? He was LIVID! Haha! I bet he was jealous or something."
Sakura didn't respond, clinging to Genma's arm as they walked. His apartment was only a short block away from Anko's house. He approached the front door and unlocked it, holding it open for his companion. She went in silently, her senses feeling slightly enhanced as she took in the musky scent of his living space.
He led her to his bedroom, pulling back the covers as he began to strip down to his boxers. Sakura glanced down at her own attire, wondering if she should remove anything, and decided to just flop onto the bed. They gravitated to each other, and their heated kissing resumed where it had left off, Genma's hand boldly fingering the hem of Sakura's dress. Something in the back of her mind, perhaps the only sober thing left in her, was screaming at her to stop this madness. To go home, and go to bed and pray that she didn't wake up with a hangover in the morning.
But as he began to reach around her and unzip her dress from behind, her mind began to go blank, preoccupied by arousal. So what if this would end up being a mistake? For the moment, everything felt fine..
Soon, she felt the chill of exposure, left in only her bra and panties. He quickly set to work, applying soft kisses to every inch of flesh that he could find. Vaguely, her mind drifted to whether or not the act would hurt - she had accidentally torn her hymen during training 6 years earlier, yet was still a virgin in all other aspects. Damn her and her incorrigible habit of thinking of the wrong things at the wrong times. He tugged the straps of her bra down, and began to lavish upon her breasts, awaking sensations of pleasure within her that she had never known could circulate through her body.
It was at this point that she gave in fully.
The next morning, she was awakened by the sound of someone moving around her, accompanied by the painfully sharp sunlight. She opened her eyes weakly, letting out a whimper as the light flooded through her head, causing a throb of pain to ring throughout her skull. She clamped a hand over her eye, shading it, and sat up to survey her surroundings.
And then she remembered.
Oh shit.
Genma was rushing around her, cursing as he pulled on various items of clothing. He paused when he noticed that she had awakened, and smiled slightly. "Oh. You woke up. Good morning."
"Unghh...far from it," she said curtly, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and pushing herself up. "What....did we..."
"Yes. We did." Genma laughed shortly as he zipped up his Jounin vest. "And now I hate to be insensitive but I kind of...need you to leave."
"Huh? Why?"
"Because I think that last night, I let the alcohol sort of take over everything..and I'm sorry for that, I really am. But now that I'm sober I just..."
Sakura stared at him blankly.
"Sakura, you're a sweet girl. But I don't want you getting the impression that...God, I sound like an ass." Genma sighed heavily and rubbed his temples. "I don't want you to think that anything more will come out of this."
"W-What?" she felt her mouth fall open.
"I'm sorry, really I am." Genma strode over and ran his hand over her tousled pink locks. "But in reality, I'm a lot older than you, and you can do so much better than me. I don't want to give you the wrong impression, because I shouldn't have slept with you last night and so...."
"And so it'll just remain a one-night thing," Sakura finished hollowly.
"Yeah...I mean...Well, did you expect anything to come out of it?"
To be honest, she didnt. She shook her head. "No...I didn't even expect anything to happen last night..." she murmured.
"Exactly. So...I'm sorry about everything...But I think it's best if we both sort of forget that last night ever happened," Genma concluded softly. He pressed his lips to her forehead lightly, and then pulled away. "I have to get going. Is there any way you can gather your things and---"
"No problem," she cut in, and despite the painful throbbing in her head, she quickly gathered her clothing and threw it on sloppily, and left the apartment without another word. She descended into the sun's onslaught, fighting back tears as she tried to make her way home as quickly and inconspicuously as possible.
As soon as she reached her own apartment, she nearly dove to unlock the door, and slipped inside as fast as she could. Once she was safe within its bounds, she sank to the floor and let out a pitiful sob.
How could she? How could she make such an idiot of herself like that...Memories of the previous night began to permeate through - the kissing, the look on Kakashi's face...oh God...the look on his face...Did he think of her as a whore now? Was she a whore now? And Genma had treated her so coldly, just throwing her out like that...
Had they even used protection? She smacked her head against the door with a choked wail. Yet another thing to lament over.
Why did life have to be so cruel to her? Or did she seriously ask for all of these things? She got up and limply walked over to her blinking answering machine, pressing the review button. Ino's voice flooded from the machine.
'Sakura!? Where did you go last night? Did you leave by yourself? Are you okay? God, you worried me so much...I mean, I was really drunk...but once I sobered up and thought about it, I got really worried for you, you know! Please call me back as soon as you get this!!'
Sakura had no desire to speak to her friend right now. She felt tired, achy...and she couldn't help but feel a bit used as well. Her first official time with a boy, the farthest she had gotten, as childish as all of those things sounded. And though it had been enjoyable - probably partially due to the alcohol's effect on her - it still felt...raw.
What was it like to give yourself to the one you loved? Now she'd never know. A lump swelled in her throat, and fresh tears spilled freely down her cheeks as she stifled another sob. She deleted Ino's message, and slunk into her room and closed her door. Right now, all she needed to do was sleep this off. This hangover...this depression...It was her only option at the moment.
As she laid down to sleep, one thought continued to torment her mercilessly. The look on Kakashi's face as she left, hand in hand while giggling with Genma. The look of sheer shock, mixed with anger. He probably had lost all respect for her now...She was probably nothing more than a common whore in his eyes. A common female.
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End chapter 4!
There. Was that so bad? :/ If it wasn't, please review. If it was....well....review anyway and tell me so I can improve.
