Heroic
Based on: "First Aid" by Pappadu
A/N: The final story of this collection. I really enjoyed writing every single little drabble in this. It was really fun. And for those of you who are about to complain about how short this collection was, worry not! There might very well be a Part 2 in the future.
"Don't worry, Kakashi," Sakura told him brightly. "I'll take care of you!"
Kakashi felt he had every right to be worried, as Sakura was carrying him in her arms as if he was a princess. He couldn't say he'd ever imagined himself in this position, and if he had it certainly wouldn't have involved Sakura.
"But Sakura, I'm not injured," Kakashi reminded her patiently.
Unfortunately, Sakura did not release him at these words. She instead grinned.
"Whose the medic here?" Sakura demanded.
Kakashi sighed.
"You are," Kakashi admitted. "But there's nothing wrong with me."
Yet Sakura continued to carry him, apparently oblivious to his protests.
"Are you really going to carry me all the way back to the village?" Kakashi asked wearily.
Sakura nodded firmly.
"It's the duty of every medic to help the wounded," Sakura replied sternly.
And of course this particular medic just happened to be able to pick him up and carry him as if he weighed next to nothing. Kakashi thought he should be grateful of that, but at the moment it was an annoyance.
"Where exactly are you taking me?" Kakashi ventured to ask.
A certain gleam appeared in Sakura's eyes.
"To my apartment," Sakura answered.
Kakashi took a deep breath. Her words made him feel as if he was a bride being carried to their new home on their wedding day.
"You're kidnapping me?" Kakashi surmised.
Sakura laughed.
"You don't have to put it that way!" she complained. "I'm….being a responsible medic and taking you somewhere safe to properly care for you."
Kakashi's mind idly wandered. He wished he could reach Make-Out Paradise. It was a long way to the village.
"So you're kidnapping me," Kakashi uttered again, with a nod.
The fact didn't seem to worry him. He was again thinking about Make-Out Paradise.
"Helping you," Sakura corrected him, but without conviction.
She paused, a grin spreading across her face.
"You promised to take me on a date," Sakura pointed out. "On my eighteenth birthday, right?"
Sakura had turned eighteen five months ago. She was slightly late in holding Kakashi to his promise. But he'd made it in earnest soon after her sixteenth birthday.
"Did you think I forgot?" Kakashi asked.
Sakura smiled gently.
"I know you forgot," Sakura answered. "But you did promise."
Despite his situation, Kakashi smirked.
"And what does "dating" entail?" he inquired.
Sakura hadn't considered the actual contents of the "date". She paused, staring off into the setting sun with a thoughtful expression.
"We go out to a nice restaurant," Sakura answered at last. "We have a meal...paid for by you, of course. Then you walk me home, wish me a pleasant evening, and go home yourself."
Kakashi winced at the idea of paying for the meal. He knew he had to, but Sakura was the last person he would have expected to break his record. He looked into her eyes and was unsettled by her determination. Kakashi carefully attempted to deter her.
"How about we spend the night at my apartment talking instead?" Kakashi proposed hopefully.
Sakura's cheeks reddened at the suggestion.
"What...what kind of woman do you think I am?" Sakura demanded, appalled. "As if I would spend the night with you on the first date!"
Kakashi thought of telling her he didn't mean to imply anything sexual, but decided it wasn't worth it. He sighed forlornly, contemplating the idiocy of his past self.
"A meal and a walk home," Kakashi agreed. "I promise. So you can put me down now."
Sakura shook her head in amusement.
"And let you run away?" Sakura replied. "I'm not falling for that!"
Kakashi resigned himself to his fate. Make-Out Paradise would have to wait. Even being mortified would have to be put on hold.
Having a meal with Sakura didn't sound like such a poor way to spend one's evening anyway.