Title: The Agreement
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor/Drama
Word Count: 488
Summary: Some things are better left under the rug…or forgotten in a drunken haze. (Inspired by beautyinsleep's Stake)

Disclaimer: Do Not Own Naruto


"Well, this is awkward."

"…"

"Come on, it isn't all bad."

"…says you."

"No, really. It isn't."

A pause, and then, "This is all your fault."

An incredulous look crosses his face. "My fault?" he asks, a finger pointing to himself as his mind reels with the words.

"Yes. Your fault!" the woman across from him shouts before she crosses her arms across her chest and glares at him.

"How is it my fault?"

"I don't know! It just is! You're the one who told me to do this. You even told me that for my sake, you were going to join!"

"And?"

"And? This is your fault, old man!" Beryl eyes flash dangerously in the dim lights of the bar.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't the woman running this little program pick the couplings?"

"Yes…"

"And wasn't it you that came to me, talking about how Ino told you that you have no social life outside the hospital and you asked if I thought it was true?"

"Yes, but…"

"And didn't you agree to my suggestion?"

"Yes, but only because you said you'd join with me so I didn't feel alone!" she screams.

"Sakura-chan, people are staring," the man smiles before sipping his glass of water.

"I don't care," Sakura mutters and tiredly props her hand up and rests her head in it. "I still can't believe I wound up with you, of all people!"

"I'm hurt, Sakura-chan. Do you really think that low of me?"

She looks up and starts to shake her hands in chorus to her head. "No, of course not. It's just…it's just…why you, sensei?"

Kakashi looks up and thinks. "It is a bit strange…" he agrees.

"Something must be wrong with those surveys we took."

"Or maybe a higher power has deigned that the two of us should pursue a romantic relationship and spawn, thus procreating the species. Granted, it won't be much, but I'd like to think I contributed to the world somehow."

Silence. He draws circle in the small pool of water by his finger. "So…see any good movies yet?"

She shakes her head and begins to rub her temples. "I can't believe you just said that."

"You know, I can't believe I said that either."

She nods and looks up at him. "Let's agree to never speak of this again."

"Agreed. Want to grab a beer?"

"Okay."

And the two walk out of the small bar, past the sign tables of other couples, past the woman smiling with fake cheer and a bell in her hand, and to the bar just two blocks down and across the street, completely ignoring the sign that stood by the door saying Singles Night Tonight, Speed Dating!