Title: Can't Steal What's Been Paid For
Fandom/Community: Naruto / kakasakudrabble
Characters: Kakashi, Sakura
Pairing: KakaSaku
Rating: PG-13
Word of the Week: Honesty
Author Notes: This one took a while. Probably because I couldn't exactly thing of something I wanted to do for Prompt #11, and because I had craaaazy test-take week in school. Two in AP English and a big Bio 2 test. And then Wednesday, I had to go out and get all my Homecoming stuff, and today, I had calling hours for a girl that I knew.
If there are any grammar mistakes, I'm sorry. Typed this quickly.
She didn't really need anybody.
At least, that was what she kept telling herself.
Haruno Sakura glanced out the window of the archives in the Konoha Hospital. Her tired green eyes were met with a shimmery, streaky-gray window and the steady drizzle of rain.
She sighed, and rubbed at a crick in her neck.
"Life just can't get any easier can it?" she asked herself quietly, closing her eyes as she tilted her head back. It had been raining all day. Not to mention how muddy it had been all week. "No, it's gotta make everything more difficult."
Despite the fact that September was almost over, it was raining like it was mid-April. Half the streets in the lower section of town had been flooded. Some of the worst-off houses even had leaking.
Including her apartment complex.
As she was on the top floor, and in one of the cheapest rooms—like she could afford anything better on her salary—it was like she was living in a swamp. It was just her luck that she had to have such a busy life she couldn't even manage to pay for a decent home for herself.
Sighing, the young woman glanced around the room that she'd spent the last few days in.
The archives room of the Hokage tower wasn't exactly a supply room anymore, as much as it had been turned into her makeshift office. It had originally been made for a low-rate secretary to keep track of all the records. It had eventually been turned into a supply room when they had decided that they didn't need a secretary to do that work. Up until recently, nobody had even come into this room until Tsunade had asked Sakura to go through all the old records they'd ended up shoving in there. A top medic-nin, first in her class, sorting through dusty reports from a decade ago.
What had she been reduced to?
The room was only about ten by fifteen feet. The desk was pressed up against the north wall, directly across from the door. On the east and west walls were large metal file cabinets, stacked from floor to ceiling. It had one low-hanging, old-fashioned swinging light fixture that dangled low over her head and cast long, annoying shadows.
The only good thing about the room was the large, polygonal window that was right above the desk in the north wall.
She sat in a hard wooden chair that was working wonders on her lower back.
"Can these get any stupider?" Sakura opened her eyes and stared blearily down at the large manila folder in front of her, several copies of ninja's files, a picture attached to each of them—people she didn't know—staring up at her. She rubbed her eye with the back of her hand, before leaning over and dropping her head down onto her crossed arms on the desk with a groan.
"Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity." A hand slid along the exposed portion of her neck, cool and comforting against her sweltered skin.
She leapt up at the touch, back arching; her body instantly recognized it, instantly responded to it.
Sakura turned and swiped at the ninja, a small smile forming on her tired face. "Kakashi!" she exclaimed softly, sighing and putting her hand over her heart. The masked man smiled, sliding slowly just out of her reach. "Don't do that to me. It's so quiet in here; you nearly scared the life right out of me." Her eyes focused on a large canvas bag that the man was holding low at his side, neither attempting to showcase it or hide it.
"Why do you have my bag?"
She narrowed her eyes, lunging for the bag.
He let her grab it, surrendering it without fight. She opened it, and then let out a small, silent scream. "Kakashi!" She got out of her seat, attempting to slap him with her free hand. "What are you doing why my clothes?" Her eyes grew even angrier when he avoided her, and merely creased his eye at her endeavor. "And m-m-m-my underwear?!"
"I figured you would need a change of clothes for tomorrow," Kakashi replied lazily, leaning back against the corner cabinet. He crossed his arms as he blinked reproachfully at her with his visible eye. "You wouldn't want to come to work in the same clothes you're wearing."
Sakura stared at him.
"What are you talking about, Kakashi?" she asked.
"Your apartment is flooded."
She stared at him as though he had suddenly sprouted orange feelers. "Yes, I know this. I barely got any sleep last night."
He bobbed his head happily. "Which is why you'll be staying at my place."
"Your place?"
Sakura crossed her arms and tossed the bag of clothes to the floor, pink hair whipping around her in her rage. "Your place?" she said again, her voice steadily going up in quality. She was going to murder him. No, better, she was going to get the key to his apartment, and then kill him so that she could keep his apartment. He was so tight with the money he spent; he probably had an awesome apartment. "I don't need charity, Kakashi. I can take care of myself."
"I know that."
As Kakashi paced toward her slowly, she faltered.
His hand tangled in her hair in a slow, sensual motion as he brought his face down to her level, gray eye serious. "Unfortunately for you, I force it on you." He grinned beneath his mask slowly. "I should just make you move in. I don't like waking up in the morning with you gone. I prefer when the first thing I see after I wake up is your face."
His tugged his mask down so that it pooled around his neck as he pressed his lips gently against hers.
Sakura could keep telling herself she didn't need anybody.
It was just too bad that she was a bad liar.
