'Why do I always have to do chores? It's not even my party...' As I walked towards the kitchen, looking for a stupid pad and pencil, I heard mutters through the door. I know, I shouldn't eavesdrop, but I recognised one of the voices. I slid open the kitchen door slightly, just to hear the voices a bit more clearly.
"I'm telling you, I don't feel like playing that stupid game. If I get stuck in that closet with her, I think I'd choke."

'Izumo?'

"What do you mean? Is it her perfume? B.O.?"

'Genma?'

"No, it's nothing like that... She just bothers me in some way, the way she drinks, breathes, eats and reads..." I saw him fidget with a pad and pencil, he was scribbling stuff but I couldn't see it from here. "It annoys me to no end, I haven't got a clue what to do."

'I wonder who they're talking about.'

"How well do you know her?"

'Could it be Anko?'

"Like the back of my hand. I've known her for so long, I can't even remember. But she only started to annoy me since a year ago..."

'No, he doesn't know her that long...'

"What have you been doing in the mean time?"

'Who does he know that long?'

"Mostly avoiding contact with her," he said as he looked at the pad, I squinted my eyes to try and see what he wrote, "Look, she even got me drawing these stupid hearts..."

"Ah! So you like her!"

I gasped but quickly covered my mouth, thank kami they didn't hear me. I couldn't get my eyes off the pad, until a whisper disturbed me, "Sora-chan, are you eavesdropping again? Naughty girl..." I froze, my eyes widened as I turned to see him an inch away from me,
"Kakashi! How nice to see you! I was just going into the kitchen to get some stuff for the game!"
"Why are you talking so loud, Sora-chan?" I smiled nervously whilst I tried to open the door. For some strange reason he followed me in, his mask covering his stupid smirk. Genma gave me a small wave while Izumo apparently hadn't noticed a thing. I tried to look over his shoulder to see what he wrote, that he did notice. As he felt me brush past his arm, he jolted holding the pad from my sight,
"So-Sora-chan! W-what are you doing here?" Slowly he was turning his chair away from me, I leaned over, aware of my pathetic attempt at a cleavage, and put on my best puppy eyes,
"Why are you stuttering Momo-kun? What were you writing?" I wanted to see the pad so desperately, when I touched his hand he jerked back so hard his chair fell over backwards.
"Itai!"
"Izumo! Are you okay?" I rushed to his side, I saw his head hit the floor first so naturally I was worried. "Here, let me help you."
"No, I'm fine!" he tried to swat away my hand as he grabbed the back of his head. The last thing I noticed was that the pad had slid over to Kakashi's feet. He picked it up and his smirk turned into a gentle smile, as far as I could see...
"Izumo, as a medic-nin and ninja of higher rank, I order you to let me see your head!" He didn't move as he had his hands full with his head, moron. I crawled behind him and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up against my chest I felt him tense up, "I need you to remove your hands Izumo. Kakashi, could you get an icepack from the freezer?" I placed my hand on Izumo's, carefully peeling them apart. I removed his bandana and placed my hand gently in his hair, a green light emitted from my hand.
"You're gonna be fine, except for a major headache the coming days. That is, if you don't take it easy." I was gently running my hand through his hair, "I suggest you take a painkiller, and something against that fever of yours too." My hand was resting on his forehead as I suddenly felt his temperature rise.
"W-what fever?"
"The one that just spiked your temp-"
"I'm fine! I just need some rest!" He jumped from my arms onto his feet, I couldn't see his face, he simply wouldn't show me. As he grabbed the icepack from Kakashi's hand, the Jounin slipped him a note, then stalked off towards the living room.

"Genma, what's up with him? He's been acting strange towards me for so long." I whined, I still sat on the floor as my shimmering eyes brought a chuckle to the men.
"He's fine, he's just been having a hard time... Just go into the living room and play the game, you'll see." Genma said. I'm sick of men being so vague! Kakashi helped me up and handed me the pad and pencil. His smile had me worried for a moment, I frowned before I turned on my heel and walked away.

'Why is Izumo acting like that? He's never been hostile with me, not even when we and Kotetsu were a squad... Maybe it is me, maybe I'm annoying him.'

"Sora-chan, Izumo forgot his bandana, maybe you should give it to him?" I turned around in the door opening, Kakashi held out the head cloth-thingy.
"Sure, I guess..." I sighed, swiping the head cloth from his hand had me realise something. An epiphany you could say, since he knew the person very long, longer than he could remember... And had been avoiding contact with her for at least a year, it would have to be... Me? How did that make sense? I'm the only girl he's known for so long, the only one he'd been avoiding, and now he was acting hostile?

'He's right, I am annoying, thinking everything is about me. I should forget all about it,'

Which is exactly what I did as I walked into the living room. Everyone was doing something, talking with each other, eating and drinking, even gambling a bit. I couldn't ruin their fun with Kurenai's stupid game, could I? Well, it was the only way to find out. "Kure-chan, I've got the crap you wanted."
"Good! Now we can all get started! Give everyone a sheet, you know the rest!" I sighed, everything about this irked me and wanted to beat the hell out of the person who invented this 'game'. Kurenai stood up and basically announced,
"All right everyone, since Sora-chan did her best to basically arrange this party, at my house, I think she has the right to go first! Who agrees?" Probably everyone but me. I believed I had the right to run away screaming and never to come back. I closed my eyes as I heard almost everyone say 'aye' and held them closed picking a note from the hat.

'Great, now I have to open them and read it,'

"Hmm, White Fang Of Konoha Junior..." Oh no, Kakashi... He'd been hitting on me since like forever!

'I have to do this, it's the only way to find out if he does like me... 'Sides, Kakashi isn't that bad, he's pretty handsome or so I've heard.'

Reluctantly and with great effort, I put on a smooth voice paired with bedroom eyes,
"Kakashi, eh? Sounds like I'm going to have a grand time in there!"
"A nice time indeed, Sora-chan... Here, let me help you up." He picked me up in his strong muscular arms, pressing me against his well-toned chest...

'Wait, am I falling for Kakashi?'

I mentally slapped myself and shook the thought off, though his eyes were, mesmerising...

'When did he take off his headband?'

People in the room were talking, whispering and all seemed quite surprised. Kurenai looked at Izumo on the couch, who had a very disturbed look about him. Yet it also seemed as if he couldn't move, I slowly watched his eyes turn sad from the corner of my own. I suddenly felt bad, even though he still wasn't moving. Kakashi was slowly strolling towards the closet with me in his arms, he whispered something into my ear, it obviously stressed Izumo that he couldn't hear it. Sadly, not enough to get him moving, so I simply giggled and said, "Oh~! Kakashi, you're bad. You're even worse, you're naughty."
That comment drew surprises from pretty much everyone in the room, including myself, but the one to move was Kotetsu. He kicked his friend off the couch onto his feet, Izumo was as shocked by that as I was. He dropped the icepack from the back of his head, and opened up his mouth. His cute little mouth, with those cute lips... What was I saying again?
"Kakashi, wait! Before you go in there, could I have a word with Sora-chan?" he said, The Jounin stopped and turned. His eyes were not in a trusting mood, as though they saw right through him, "Hmm, I'm not sure. I guess it can't hurt..."

He gently set me back on the floor, we were already at the closet as I stood in the opening. He leaned down and whispered, "I'll be right back cutey, don't start without me."

'Woah, this guy is slick... Remind me to give him a call if things don't work out...'

I couldn't believe he just said that, or that I thought what I did at that moment, my cheeks couldn't either because they were on fire! I smiled and nervously giggled at him as he walked away, I'm really starting to get sick of this masquerade.

'If I have to giggle once more, I'm going to choke myself!'

"Izumo-kun, what's wrong?" He walked towards me, his eyes were glued to mine and for some strange reason it bothered me.
"Sora-chan, I need to talk to you. But not here!" He kept on walking towards me, forcing me into the closet with no where else to go. He pushed me inside with his tender hands on my shoulders, "Izumo!" The light was on as the door shut behind him, he turned around to lock it from the inside. I heard him sigh and mutter something to himself, I couldn't quite figure out what. His messy hair stood up, damn, I forgot to give him his bandana. He hadn't yet turned around, he was still thinking so I placed a hand on his shoulder. No reaction, and still none as I absentmindedly slipped it from his shoulder to his neck, gently let it run through his messy but soft hair. Though I had no control over what I was doing, he seemed to enjoy it. When I reached his injured spot, he slowly pressed his head backwards, into the palm of my hand. He let out a sigh which seemed very comfortable, a bit too comfortable as it started to sound more like a moan. I gently started to pull away my hand,
"Izumo? Daijoubu?"
He turned around, he had his shoulders slouched as his hands held onto the walls. Every step he took towards me, I counter stepped backwards, when I heard a thunk I realised I had nowhere to go. His eyes had such a morose glow, they looked at me wearily, stressed. With my hands close to my chest I felt my heart racing, he came so close I almost squealed from fear. Maybe fear isn't the right word, I wasn't afraid of him... I suppose the situation was just a bit tense and exciting. He dropped his head onto my shoulder, "Please don't stop, it's still hurting. It's like, I have a Naruto inside of my head..."
"Shh, I get what you mean." I carefully slipped my hand back into his hair, like a magnet my hand was attracted to his injured spot. I let green chakra emit from my hand, "Did you take the painkiller?"
He nodded.
"Did you lie down? Even if just for a little-"
"You know," he cut me off, how dared he? He turned his face towards me, still with his head on my shoulder though. I felt his breath on my neck, "I can't stand being around you..."

'Eh?'

"It makes me feel like this..." As a precautionary matter, I placed my other hand on his chest and let the chakra from my hand fade, "I can't stand your breathing, your eyes, your hair... Ever since last year, you started to disrupt my concentration." His lips came closer to my skin, I tensed and under my hands I felt his body heat up.
"But," he said, he chuckled and decided to let his hand rest on my other shoulder. It slowly made its way to my neck, as he held it and caressed it gently he said, "I can't stand seeing you sad, hurt. I just want to see you happy. Yet I can't stand seeing you with other guys either..." I gasped as my grip on his vest intensified, though my gasps slowly turned into moans as well. His lips were so soft on my neck, I couldn't stop myself, I couldn't stop him even if I wanted to. His lips had made their way up my neck, jaw line and were oh so close to my lips. All I could think was,

'Tomaranaide kudasai...'

When I saw his eyes again, they had a sparkle, a sparkle I hadn't seen since the first day we met. Something he always dismissed as a bug or dirt when I looked him in the eyes.
"Sora-chan, I need you to fix me..." My god, he sounded so forsaken... So desperate, yet determined, "Sometime a year ago I broke. You're the only one who can heal my wounds, the ones eyes can't see..." He slowly took my hand and placed it on his heart.
"Izumo," I whispered, I didn't know what to say or do, I felt so useless. How did he expect me to heal those kinds of wounds? "Izumo, how am I supposed to do that?" I tried to inhale slowly but somehow it sounded a lot like a sob, it only brought more sadness to his features.
"Let me show you how..." He captured my lips so quickly I didn't even have the chance to close my mouth, I felt his tongue searching for mine. Wanting to establish contact, I happily obliged.

'If this is the only way only I can fix him, I should break him more often.'

At this point it was so quiet in the closet, the only sounds resonating were suppressed moans slipping from our lips. I felt one hand roaming my hair whilst the other was wrapped along my back. He kept pulling me closer into him, holding me like there was no tomorrow, kissing me like there was only now. I couldn't imagine stopping the kiss, but I had to. There was something I just needed to know, so I pulled away from his tender lips and tried to breath like a normal person.
"Izumo, why did you break?"
"I saw you with another guy, up until then I never realised how much you mean to me... I didn't want to lose you, but I was more afraid to speak up my mind and risk losing our friendship. So I figured, if you were happy then I was too. But I wasn't happy! I felt I could only be happy if you were with me..." as he said the last part, he was back onto my shoulder snuggling the nape of my neck.
"But Izumo, who did you see me with?" I felt him get sad and quite angered at the same time.
"Hatake Kakashi, he was all over you..."
"Wait, I let Kakashi get all over me? Other than 10 minutes ago to rile you up, when exactly did that happen? When my common sense was on vacation?" I mockingly replied, he didn't seem to feel the humor of it.
"It was at last year's Sakura-fest, you both dressed up so fancily for each other, I couldn't believe my eyes..." He looked away, there was no more sadness, only hate flood his features.
"Izumo, that's your own fault. You know why I went with him?" I said, he looked back at me like a child would look at his mom when he was wrong. "I was there with him because no one else had asked me to the Festival... If you would've asked me, we could have been playing this game at our place..."
The moment he saw my smile, he realised what I had said. Though by then he felt my revenge for kissing me so suddenly, as I had pushed him against the door, kissing him, nipping at his neck. His skin was perfect for giving hickeys, so smooth. I smiled against his skin as I heard him moan, it was quite loud come to think of it, but so were the whispers on the other side of the door... Along with a content yet disappointed sigh.