Was it Wrong?

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A/N: This chapter may have a bit of angst and a little fluff attached. I like to keep everything interesting. If anyone has any suggestions for a great villainous name, please let me know. I'm trying to use a name I have yet to see in any of the amazing stories I have read on here. There are so many. Thank you to all of my readers who are keeping up with this story. I will do my best to update frequently. I'm writing as I get time so it might be hit or miss every week, but I'm trying to get this story really rolling. Anywho.. Read, enjoy, and please R&R!

Team 7 had finally returned to their hotel rooms. Sasuke was still fuming about Kakashi's treatment of him during the information gathering. Sakura was fuming that Sasuke had dared to put his hands on her, and Kakashi was fuming that Sakura was put in a compromising position. Poor Naruto had no clue what had happened, but he could see that all the other members of his team were upset for his or her own reasons. The intelligence they had gathered so far would help them greatly, especially in determining the new jutsus that the Hidden Mist village was developing. They were also able to catch a glimpse of the man who they had to remove as a priority one threat to Leaf.

After a small break for lunch, the team members assembled in Sakura and Kakashi's room to share information thus far

"Well we know that the target is a direct threat to the village and especially Tsunade-sama," Sakura began. Her head was bent and she was avoiding eye contact with the other members of her team. She couldn't face Naruto and risk him seeing the pain of what Sasuke did to her be revealed, and she couldn't face Kakashi because if she did, then she knew she would cry.

Sasuke would be easier to face because she had pure anger directed at him at the moment. She would have cared less if someone; preferably she put him to sleep with a senbon strategically placed in his body.

"I heard speculation that the new jutsu is a way to permanently trap another's soul in an inanimate vessel. Should that vessel be destroyed, then the person would die as well. As long as the container was safe, so would the person's soul be," Kakashi added.

"So I could trap pervy-sage's soul in something like a rag doll?" Naruto asked with a grin and a not so sane glint in his eye.

"You dobe, it would be permanent and this jutsu shouldn't be developed in the first place. Just think if someone like Orochimaru learned how to do this," the quiet, onyx eyed Uchiha stated.

Well… he is capable of rational thought, the white haired Jounin sensei thought bitterly. He was still extremely angry at Sasuke for his actions the previous night.

The team discussed their information a while longer before deciding to rendezvous at the diner in the hotel for dinner. Naruto and Sasuke headed off in their respective distances to go occupy themselves for a while. Naruto would undoubtedly go off and find a ramen stand, while Sasuke scouted the town and hunted down some meaningless trinket to make peace with Sakura.

Before Sakura could leave, Kakashi blocked the door. He had witnessed her withdrawn, quietly angry demeanor all day, and now decided to confront her about last night.

"Eh.. Sakura… about Sasuke and what he did last night; I just want to make sure that you are okay?" Kakashi asked her a bit awkwardly. The older Jounin had been trying to puzzle out his explosive reaction all day and all of last night. He shouldn't have cared so much, but Sakura's distress weighed heavily on his mind. He just wasn't ready to admit that it had absolutely nothing to do with team cohesiveness and everything to do with his feelings towards her.

Upon hearing the slightly concerned note in Kakashi's voice, Sakura lost it. She had been head over heels with him for three years. THREE YEARS and she finally got his attention… it just wasn't the kind she wanted to receive from him. Tears filled her emerald eyes and cascaded down her pale cheeks in two very noticeable tracks.

As if his body was not his own, Kakashi stepped close to Sakura and caressed her face with his gloved hands. The gloves were fingerless so he was free to wipe away the two tear tracks with the pads of his thumbs. He carried one tear stained hand to his chest and held it right over his beating heart. Her tears matched the pain he felt in his chest at her sadness.

Sakura, not thinking of the consequences after seeing his very strange yet extremely endearing behavior caught Kakashi's head with her hands and dragged it down to meet with her mouth.

The kiss was brief, too brief, but a knock on the door of their room had them breaking apart; Sakura hurried to the bathroom while Kakashi pulled himself together and stalked to the door, flinging it open.

"Kakashi sensei I did not mean to let what happened last night actually occur. Please pass this to Sakura," Sasuke said as he handed over a small box wrapped in white paper that was secured with a small light pink bow.

"I will," he replied before closing the door, box in hand.

"I don't want that. It's not a sorry gift. It's a guilt gift," a soft voice echoed from the bathroom.

"Open it Sakura. You won't know what's in it until you open it."

A very dramatic sigh was heard as she emerged and picked the package out of his upturned palm.

With a little tug, the ribbon fell away and with it so did the paper wrappings. Sakura lifted the lid of the box and there sat a thin silver chain with a pink painted cherry blossom pendant.

Kakashi removed the box from her hands and pulled the small necklace from its container. He unclasped the necklace and gently placed it around her neck.

"You look even more beautiful now," Kakashi said sincerely.

Sakura circled his wrist with her fingers, tugging insistently until he looked at her. She stood on her tiptoes and tried to once more seal their mouths together, but a finger stood in her way.

"We can't… not now," and with those final words, Kakashi stepped away from her and left the room.

Sakura's eyes filled full of tears but she refused to let them fall. She refused to give Kakashi the satisfaction of causing her to cry. Instead she pulled every ounce of her anger to herself and tore the door open.

To her surprise there stood Kakashi, who looked as though his heart had just been ripped from his chest. Sakura had never witnessed such a lost and pained look from her sensei. She then remembered what he had just done to her. She grit her teeth and turned to face him.

"Was it wrong? Was I just THAT girl? The one that everyone can step all over. The girl who pours herself out to someone and then once more gets ground into the dirt? Well I'm through Kakashi! You can take you sweet words and you amazingly wonderful self and never, NEVER look at me again."

By now the young woman's tears had spilled forth and were pouring down her cheeks with great intensity. The silver haired man before her looked down at her from his considerable height but she refused to look him in the eyes. It was just as well because some unnamed emotion that could be love was reflected in his one visible eye.

Without a second thought Kakashi caught the young beauty by the arms and pulled her resisting form against his chest. He stood there with her in his arms and the world seemed to right itself.

"No Sakura. It wasn't wrong. You weren't wrong. You are completely right. Please… don't cry Sakura. You weren't wrong," Kakashi whispered softly to her as he ran his hand through her pink hair.

Only after his words sank into her mind did she realize that he truly did care. She tilted her tear stained face up to look at him.

"Was it wrong? Really Kakashi… was it wrong?" She breathed softly over and over.

Little did the couple know that in the darkened hallway there sat a pair of Sharingan eyes watching them from a black cloak covered in red clouds.