Title: My Heart Tells Me That I Am
Fandom/Community: Naruto / kakasakudrabble
Characters: Kakashi, Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura (other present)
Pairing: KakaSaku
Rating: PG
Word of the Week: Attraction

Author Notes: Too much Stephenie Meyer. I'm all girly and romantic in this one. I know all girls wish that we could find men that think this way. I think it's one of our life missions. Can we believe that exactly two weeks after I first posted this, I've gotten 36 reviews and I'm now posting the 10th drabble? I'm quite pleased with myself. This is the most reviews I've ever gotten for something. You people make me happy.


"Hey, Kakashi-sensei, can I ask you a personal question?"

The Copy-nin turned his head slightly to the side, observing the young man who stood to his right.

A night at the bar had originally sounded fun. He had just gotten back from a four week mission, where he'd been forced to jutsu into a woman half the time, and the other half he was hiding out in a squalor he couldn't even deign to call fleabag. Now, all he wanted to do was go home, and fall into his bed.

Sure enough, Genma was with Kotetsu and Izumo, over at the other end of the bar, where Yamanaka Ino, Tenten and Hyuuga Hinata were perched in their own chairs. There was something about hitting on women in a bar that Kakashi had always shied away from. He wasn't romantic, but he found he would rather meet a woman through a friend than to find some pair of legs in a short skirt that happened to fall his lap.

"Sure, Naruto," Kakashi said slowly, sipping at his drink through his mask.

The young man turned to face him fully, slamming his drink down. "How do you know if you're. . ."

Naruto scratched at the back of his neck as he tried to find the right words. He glanced surreptitiously over his shoulder in the direction of the youngest Jounin females, eyes fixing on the purple-haired woman who was laughing quietly into her hand at something Izumo had said. Kakashi smirked behind his mask. "Don't hurt yourself, Naruto."

"Very funny, sensei," Naruto grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest defensively. "I was just wondering how you know when you, ya'know, like somebody. Like that. And, well, you're a grown-up."

Kakashi closed his eyes in silent mirth, attempting to not outright laugh at his student's face. However, Sasuke didn't seem to care about that, because he snorted rather loudly into his alcohol. "Yea, Kakashi," the Uchiha smirked, wiping at a spot on his chin where sake had dribbled in wake of his amusement. "You're a grown-up."

Naruto's eyes narrowed balefully at his obvious mocking.

Kakashi attempted to stem the hilarity that was coursing through his veins. He opened his visible eye and twisted to face his ex-student. "Okay, Naruto," he murmured, setting down his drink and sliding his hands into his pockets. "What do you need to know? Though I had been under the impression that once you passed age eighteen you were technically classified as an adult."

"Oh, you know what I mean."

Sasuke glanced sidelong at his fellow ninja. "Naruto, are you trying to ask Kakashi sex advice?"

Naruto's cheeks flushed crimson, his blue eyes wide. He shook his head furiously.

"Shut up!" He shook his head again, trying to get back on track before glancing up at Kakashi again. "C'mon, sensei, help me out." He glanced over his shoulder once more, meeting Hinata's gaze as it wandered to his own. He glanced back at Kakashi, though it was a cocky blush that now covered his face. "How do you know if she's the one?"

Kakashi sighed, visible eye trailing over towards the young girls, watching silently as Hinata smiled as she gazed at Naruto. "How does she make you feel?'

"That's kinda what I was confused about, sensei." The boy plopped down onto the bar stool, staring at him intently.

He stared over Naruto's head, gazing off as he tried to collect his thoughts. "How do you feel . . .?" he began slowly, not bothering to make note of how Sasuke paused in drinking his sake. "How do you feel when she stands next to you? When you catch her looking at you?"

Kakashi turned suddenly, grabbing his abandoned drink, which was still half-full, and drained it in few seconds. Naruto stared, not willing to miss a thing. Sasuke stared openly, his drink now forgotten in front of him.

"There's a difference between attraction and love." He inclined his head over the two of them, staring pointedly at Genma and his two fellow flirters. "Kotetsu can look at any woman in this bar and tell them that he loves them. And he does; he's not lying. He loves women in general. He has spent the last hour attempting to coerce Tenten into letting him buy her a drink.

"But look at the way Genma stares at Ino."

Naruto turned his head and sure enough, the older man was paying attention to the conversation he was carrying on with Izumo, but his eyes never left the young blonde woman's face.

Kakashi smirked when Naruto turned back to look at him, completely enraptured.

"When you're near her, Naruto, does your heart beat faster? Do you find yourself staring into her eyes and not at her breasts? Wondering how she'd look wearing your t-shirt, her hair mussed from sleep. . instead of how she'd look naked?

Kakashi crossed his arms on his chest, closing his eye and leaning heavily against the bar. "Do you want to protect her with your life? Do you want to make sure that she never cries, whether it's at a sad movie, a dead animal or a fallen comrade?"

A cheer caused the men to turn, glancing towards the group of young woman, as they greeted their newly-arrived friend, who Kakashi had noticed as soon as she'd arrived.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "If she's the one, you don't ever want to be away from her. The distance hurts as bad as a kunai. You want her in your arms, not just your bed. Your mind won't let you forget her, and the smallest nuances make you feel weak. You don't even mind feeling weak. As long as she'll look at you that way again."

Kakashi caught a pair of green as they slid towards him.

"You feel lighter; your entire being feels happier the moment you see her. You want to be hers, to have been made just for her."