Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
NOTE: When reviewing, don't tell me that you don't like Kakas/Saku
pairings! I you don't, then you shouldn't be reading this! ='`-'`=
* * *
Sakura couldn't help but feel like she was married to Kakashi. She was,
after all, in his house, he and her being the only ones awake. Sasuke and
Naruto were like sleeping children (minus the reddened noses). Despite
this, she silently created makeshift beds for the two boys, while Kakashi
was busy in the kitchen (probably trying to find another hiding place for
his sake).
"Kakashi-sensei, help me out here!" she called towards the kitchen. The man
reappeared obediently, helping her lift the two unconscious boys into their
'beds' (or whatever you want to call them) (their beds were in another
room, a guest bedroom).
Sakura sighed and started to clean up, feeling like a housewife again. She
picked up the food and walked through the kitchen door with it, and set the
sugary foods on the counter. She looked around, and noticed Kakashi. He was
leaning against the counter, looking at her, and hiding something behind
his back.
"What?" she asked irritably. "Why don't you help me clean up? This IS your
house," she continued, crossing her arms. The jounin shrugged.
"Meh," he replied, walking out into the living room.
The two cleaned up any mess that there was (this wasn't exactly a real wild
party- I think), and Sakura walked back into the kitchen.
"I have to put the soda back in the fridge," she said over her shoulder,
but stopped when she realized that there was the silver-haired man wasn't
in the living room. She turned back around and shrieked, falling backwards
slightly.
"Sakura, you are so easily startled!" said Kakashi fondly, winking at her
from under his headband. He held a platter of truffles under her nose.
"Look it what I have," he said, drawing out the 'I' and 'have' like he was
talking to a baby. Sakura's eyes widened.
"Where'd ya get those?" she asked incredulously.
"I KNEW that you liked them, so I made some myself." The man smiled and
walked past her, setting the tray on the small table. Sakura followed, like
a puppy chasing a treat.
"Eat," he commanded, pointing at the chocolates. Sakura obliged willingly,
daintily picked on up and biting halfway through it.
"Wow, sensei, these are great! Cherry!" The girl looked at her teacher,
wide-eyed.
"I made them all cherry-centered. I somehow thought of you when I was
choosing the flavors," the man replied humbly, walking away.
"You sit and relax, I'm going to finish straightening up," he said, a hint
of something more in his voice. Sakura watched as the man disappeared up
the stairs, and then sat down, slowly picking at the delicacies.
Kakashi reappeared momentarily, something in his hands. Sakura looked up,
not having touched too many of the chocolates (she was still full from the
soda and Pocky).
"Ne?" she asked, motioning to the items in the sensei's hands. In response,
he held up an unmarked CD.
"I made another mix, just songs I thought we would like," he said as he
walked over to the CD player.
'Whoa, he is so totally in love with me! He is so nice about everything, so
smooth and suave,' Inner Sakura said. She then pumped a fist. 'Good catch!'
She watched at the silver-haired man deftly pressed buttons on the CD
player, and then the music began to play. It was a sweet, quiet love song.
Kakashi then walked over to his light switch and dimmed the lights (some
light switches let you tone the light). Finally, after preparing, he walked
back over to the girl.
"Care to dance?" His voice was soft and sexy, but sweet still.
"Of course," Sakura replied, taking his large hands in her small, delicate
ones. She pressed her slender frame against him, resting her head on his
chest contentedly. The two gently stepped to the music, silent and enjoying
the romantic atmosphere.
Sakura sighed in spite of herself. This was truly what she was looking for
in a love life, with the peace and understanding just shining around them.
The two just danced there, until Sakura looked up at her sensei. The
teacher had his eyes closed, and seemed to be enjoying this just as much as
her. Unfortunately, neither was really paying attention.
Suddenly, Sakura felt herself up against the wall. Both she and Kakashi
opened their eyes, and for a moment, just stared into each other's eyes and
let the music waft around them. Sakura reached up and gently pulled
Kakashi's mask away, revealing the beautiful face again. But what the
jounin did next was completely unexpected, and faster than lightning.
He suddenly grabbed both of Sakura's wrists and pulled them high above her
head, trapping her there. One hand held her wrists there, another rested
heavily on the wall. He looked into her wide eyes with a testy, almost
feisty look.
'What the frickin' hell is he doing?' Inner Sakura shrieked, though normal
Sakura remained limp in his grasp and silent. Kakashi must have taken this
as a 'yes' sort of answer, because he forced her lips into his, and
immediately slipped his tongue into her mouth. Sakura moaned helplessly, a
strange, drugged feeling coming over her. Her legs (which hardly reached
the ground, he had lifted her up) seemed numb and useless. She rubbed her
body back and forth against the wall.
The jounin seemed to be having fun, almost like a cat playing with a
helpless mouse. He knew very well that the girl was mostly disabled, and
took advantage of that by forcing as much kissing on her as he could.
So there she was, our pink-haired main character stuck against a wall, for
however long as he beloved made her stay. She couldn't seem to hold on, she
let herself stop struggling and fell limp in his arms. However, instead of
raping her (like many people think he would), the man broke the kiss and
carried the limp, dazed girl over to the couch and set her down next to
him.
Sakura sucked in air, aware of how close she was to passing out. She let
herself lean on the man, her head on his chest. She let him stroke her hair
and kiss her forehead (which is perfectly sized!). And she let herself fall
asleep there, listening to the soft music that still wafted through the
air.
NOTE: When reviewing, don't tell me that you don't like Kakas/Saku
pairings! I you don't, then you shouldn't be reading this! ='`-'`=
* * *
Sakura couldn't help but feel like she was married to Kakashi. She was,
after all, in his house, he and her being the only ones awake. Sasuke and
Naruto were like sleeping children (minus the reddened noses). Despite
this, she silently created makeshift beds for the two boys, while Kakashi
was busy in the kitchen (probably trying to find another hiding place for
his sake).
"Kakashi-sensei, help me out here!" she called towards the kitchen. The man
reappeared obediently, helping her lift the two unconscious boys into their
'beds' (or whatever you want to call them) (their beds were in another
room, a guest bedroom).
Sakura sighed and started to clean up, feeling like a housewife again. She
picked up the food and walked through the kitchen door with it, and set the
sugary foods on the counter. She looked around, and noticed Kakashi. He was
leaning against the counter, looking at her, and hiding something behind
his back.
"What?" she asked irritably. "Why don't you help me clean up? This IS your
house," she continued, crossing her arms. The jounin shrugged.
"Meh," he replied, walking out into the living room.
The two cleaned up any mess that there was (this wasn't exactly a real wild
party- I think), and Sakura walked back into the kitchen.
"I have to put the soda back in the fridge," she said over her shoulder,
but stopped when she realized that there was the silver-haired man wasn't
in the living room. She turned back around and shrieked, falling backwards
slightly.
"Sakura, you are so easily startled!" said Kakashi fondly, winking at her
from under his headband. He held a platter of truffles under her nose.
"Look it what I have," he said, drawing out the 'I' and 'have' like he was
talking to a baby. Sakura's eyes widened.
"Where'd ya get those?" she asked incredulously.
"I KNEW that you liked them, so I made some myself." The man smiled and
walked past her, setting the tray on the small table. Sakura followed, like
a puppy chasing a treat.
"Eat," he commanded, pointing at the chocolates. Sakura obliged willingly,
daintily picked on up and biting halfway through it.
"Wow, sensei, these are great! Cherry!" The girl looked at her teacher,
wide-eyed.
"I made them all cherry-centered. I somehow thought of you when I was
choosing the flavors," the man replied humbly, walking away.
"You sit and relax, I'm going to finish straightening up," he said, a hint
of something more in his voice. Sakura watched as the man disappeared up
the stairs, and then sat down, slowly picking at the delicacies.
Kakashi reappeared momentarily, something in his hands. Sakura looked up,
not having touched too many of the chocolates (she was still full from the
soda and Pocky).
"Ne?" she asked, motioning to the items in the sensei's hands. In response,
he held up an unmarked CD.
"I made another mix, just songs I thought we would like," he said as he
walked over to the CD player.
'Whoa, he is so totally in love with me! He is so nice about everything, so
smooth and suave,' Inner Sakura said. She then pumped a fist. 'Good catch!'
She watched at the silver-haired man deftly pressed buttons on the CD
player, and then the music began to play. It was a sweet, quiet love song.
Kakashi then walked over to his light switch and dimmed the lights (some
light switches let you tone the light). Finally, after preparing, he walked
back over to the girl.
"Care to dance?" His voice was soft and sexy, but sweet still.
"Of course," Sakura replied, taking his large hands in her small, delicate
ones. She pressed her slender frame against him, resting her head on his
chest contentedly. The two gently stepped to the music, silent and enjoying
the romantic atmosphere.
Sakura sighed in spite of herself. This was truly what she was looking for
in a love life, with the peace and understanding just shining around them.
The two just danced there, until Sakura looked up at her sensei. The
teacher had his eyes closed, and seemed to be enjoying this just as much as
her. Unfortunately, neither was really paying attention.
Suddenly, Sakura felt herself up against the wall. Both she and Kakashi
opened their eyes, and for a moment, just stared into each other's eyes and
let the music waft around them. Sakura reached up and gently pulled
Kakashi's mask away, revealing the beautiful face again. But what the
jounin did next was completely unexpected, and faster than lightning.
He suddenly grabbed both of Sakura's wrists and pulled them high above her
head, trapping her there. One hand held her wrists there, another rested
heavily on the wall. He looked into her wide eyes with a testy, almost
feisty look.
'What the frickin' hell is he doing?' Inner Sakura shrieked, though normal
Sakura remained limp in his grasp and silent. Kakashi must have taken this
as a 'yes' sort of answer, because he forced her lips into his, and
immediately slipped his tongue into her mouth. Sakura moaned helplessly, a
strange, drugged feeling coming over her. Her legs (which hardly reached
the ground, he had lifted her up) seemed numb and useless. She rubbed her
body back and forth against the wall.
The jounin seemed to be having fun, almost like a cat playing with a
helpless mouse. He knew very well that the girl was mostly disabled, and
took advantage of that by forcing as much kissing on her as he could.
So there she was, our pink-haired main character stuck against a wall, for
however long as he beloved made her stay. She couldn't seem to hold on, she
let herself stop struggling and fell limp in his arms. However, instead of
raping her (like many people think he would), the man broke the kiss and
carried the limp, dazed girl over to the couch and set her down next to
him.
Sakura sucked in air, aware of how close she was to passing out. She let
herself lean on the man, her head on his chest. She let him stroke her hair
and kiss her forehead (which is perfectly sized!). And she let herself fall
asleep there, listening to the soft music that still wafted through the
air.
