Chapter 7: Try Smiling
Pairing: KakaSaku (Kakashi x Sakura)
Notes: I wrote this on my phone today. Spur of the moment writing. :3 ~ I absolutely love this, I have no idea why. Review if you liked it. ^^
He was conflicted, he always was. She just had a habit of making him even more upset. There was no doubt in his mind. He felt a certain feeling every time they spent time together. It wasn't like he wanted to feel that emotion, but sometimes he had no choice or say in it. It was simple; he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He was going to be corrupted in the end, consumed in a flame. And most likely, he was going to enjoy it.
That proved to be the most problematic issue he faced. Whenever they just hung out, he'd find himself sitting closer than necessary. He didn't need to be that close but he liked it when he was. That strawberry scent that was so, he couldn't comprehend the rest of his thoughts after that. He lightly shook his head as sighed to himself.
Sakura was an excellent kunoichi, so why did she act so oblivious to his actions he had no answer for that. She must either feel the same way or let the poor man slide. He had a feeling it was the latter but he would be lying if he didn't hope for the former choice. There was no way in hell that Sakura Haruno would let a special Kakashi Hatake lay moves on her.
Then that led him to remember that incident. The tiny accident where he decided to accompany Genma on a short but, most embarrassing than he'd admit was male shopping. He had bumped into Sakura and they both fell to the floor. He laid on top of her, his hands stopped his face from colliding with hers. It was in that moment, he realized how beautiful she was. He wasn't really there when she was growing up. Here she was, 21 years old and easily the most attractive young female ninja in Konoha. Okay, so maybe he was a little biased. But he couldn't help it. He saw her when she was twelve years old. He was captivated to say in the least. He was sure that he was if he was Ino's or TenTen's teacher, he would think they would be beautiful in his eyes. But he wasn't their teacher and he didn't think they were beautiful.
Somehow, he knew that there was something heavier amidst. Deep, deep down, in his cold and rugged heart, Sakura had sparked an interest in him. He stared into her endless emerald eyes. His lips were just mere inches away from hers. Damn, he hated being taller. She breathed and he followed. He wasn't sure how long they had stayed in that position, it was like they were in a trance, a trance that was induced by gazing into each other.
A tap on his shoulder brought him out his state and he hissed under his breath. He stood up and helped Sakura back up on her feet. Her cheeks turned a light pink as he held her hand. Their hands lingered for more than a moment necessary. As he released her hand, he gave her a tight squeeze. He didn't understand why he had done that but she liked it. He could tell because the smile that she gave him, it was the widest smile she had ever given him. The feeling he gained from this was satisfying.
That incident changed his view on Sakura indefinitely. He found himself craving to make her smile that way again. He hadn't seen her smile like that and he was sure that he was the only person who did so. After that incident, his company, mind and apartment was filled with Sakura.
He wanted to deny this feeling. He had experienced it earlier in his life. But no matter how long he denied it, it only grew stronger. He was happy. Happy to finally feel hope and love, even if he didn't know how she felt.
He was in love and this time, he embraced it.
