Title: And Your Lack of Shame Comes Naturally
Fandom/Community: Naruto / kakasakudrabble
Characters: Kakashi, Sakura
Pairing: KakaSaku
Rating: PG-13
Word of the Week: Tears

Author Notes: Okay, posting this really quickly. So please excuse any sort of grammar mistakes. Literally, besides analysis while I was writing it, and going back to fix a few major discrepancies that were obvious, I did absolutely no grammatical edit. Because I need to finish my Mythology vocabulary, and my English descriptive/persuasive sermon outline and prep-work. xD This next chapter of Picture Trends is coming along slowly but surely; it's got more explication of background stuff than most of everything else. It's kinda. . . static a little. But it's stuff I need to get in there before the story can progress.


"I believe you have something of mine?"

"You idiot!" she snapped, ignoring the glare he was giving her. "I told you not to get out of bed!"

The book dropped from her hands.

She dropped to her knees, and surprisingly easily dragged him into a sitting position in front of her, pushing him back against his sofa. "You're going to kill yourself, I swear!" Her face flushed an ugly shade of red—a mix of anger and worry all rolled into one—and she lifted his shirt furiously. "You're bleeding again! Do you know how much chakra I used trying to get that damn thing to close?"

Her hands pressed unashamedly against hid pale, stained skin, green light flaring; she was so focused on her work that she didn't notice the way the muscles of his abdomen flexed beneath her fingers.

"You're an idiot," the pink-haired kunoichi muttered, a growl to her voice.

"You've got this thing that makes you think you can not take care of your body and it'll just obey you whenever you want. I don't know how many times you've collapsed because you don't think your injuries were dire enough to bother me. I swear nobody else is going to kill you; your lack of respect for your own health is going to cause you to keel over." She took a breath before continuing.

The injury seemed to close much faster than she expected—maybe she'd managed to heal more of it last night than she had originally thought? She had been so tired, so drained; could she have so easily mistaken the severity of his wounds? She pulled back; however, she was still incredibly angry.

"You're so utterly selfish, Hatake Kakashi."

When she looked back up again, she expected him to be angry with her. She'd stolen his book, his precious Icha Icha; lectured him like he was her subordinate and not the opposite. But the man merely creased his eye at her and ruffled her hair, recovered Icha Icha in his hand.

"Sakura-chan," he stage-whispered, shaking his head, "if you'd wanted to read my book, you should have just said so."

For a moment her mouth merely hung open, eyes blinking.

"I can't believe you."

Then Sakura pulled away from him.

"Youfucking jerk!"

She jumped to her feet and walked into his kitchen; feet beating a furious rhythm on the linoleum floor. I worry about him, and this is how he repays me? She quickly turned on the faucet to let the rush of running water drown what little sounds she made. Asshole. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she wiped at her face.

"Kakashi, you suck," she whispered; not caring if he heard her or not.

A strong arm wrapped around her middle, pulling her back against a firm chest. "Don't cry," he whispered, pressing his cheek to the side of her head right by her ear. He rocked her slightly, like a mother would a child. The hand that was not holding her smoothed over her hair. "Please, Sakura-chan, I'm sorry. I'm an idiot, you can hit me, smack me, do whatever you want. Just please, don't cry. Not over me."

"You're such a jerk," she repeated, sniffling loudly.

His head dropped and he pressed his forehead against her shoulder, halting in his rocking, but not yet relinquishing his hold on her. "I know," he said, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

Sakura tugged at him, but he still refused to let go.

She swiveled sideways in his grasp instead and tried to look at him, but his eyes were downcast. "What's the matter with you?" she asked, surprised; her tears had subsided just as quickly as they had overcome her, and the worry curled in her gut again. "You never apologize."

"I just made you cry."

"So has Naruto," she shot back. "So has Sasuke, so has Tsunade and my parents, and Ino. Lots of other people."

Kakashi shook his head, staring down at her with both eyes. "I shouldn't ever do it."

The worry that had been curling in her gut had been replaced with an even more familiar feeling that normally accompanied close contact with the Copy-nin. Warmth pooled in her belly, around her belly button, and every touch was like a little electrical shock. His hand skimmed her shoulder, her neck, cupping her cheek gently.

"I'm going to kiss you now."

He started to lean in, and for a moment Sakura realized that this—their first kiss, something she didn't even know he'd wanted; she of course had been trying to start something up for nearly six months—should have been far more romantic. She should not have tears drying on her face and he shouldn't be still half-injured. But Kami, it felt right.

Her eyes closed automatically.

She'd long wondered how kissing Kakashi would have been.

She hadn't even been close.

When his lips touched hers, they were bare; the fabric that had long since separated him from the rest of the world was gone, shed, and all that remained was the feeling that he evoked within her. She turned further in his arm and tilted her head, slanting her mouth against his. He pulled back slowly, and she checked a groan in the back of her throat.

"No crying," he murmured softly, pressing a kiss to the drying skin under each eye.

Sakura refrained from giving her head a shake—unwilling to allow his rain of kisses to stop. "No crying. Promise." She smiled softly. "One request though." He hmmmed against her, the vibration of his chest causing her to giggle. "Nobody else sees under the mask. This," — she pulled back, sliding her finger along the scar across his eye — "is mine, and mine only. I don't want to share you."

"Good." Kakashi pressed her back against the wall, hands rubbing circles on her hips. "My request? Only fair." He didn't give her time to protest, kissing her passionately again. "You start readingIcha Icha."