Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
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The day after Team 7 had returned from their vacation, Sakura sauntered to class with a spring in her step and a song in her heart. For whatever reason, she was feeling abnormally wonderful that day, and had decided to drop by Kakashi's apartment before class. He was late all the time, so she was going to try and drag him off to class on time for once. Sakura already knew where he lived, having attended a party there a few weeks ago (see 'Forbidden Fruit'). She waltzed down the streets casually, and stopped on his porch and knocked on the door.
"Kakashi-sensei!" she chirped happily. "C'mon, open the door!"
"What?" came a muffled moan from within, and the door opened a crack. Kakashi popped his head out, looking as if he had just been sleeping. His hair was even more tousled than usual (oh my god, he must look so hot!), his mask looked as if it had been shoved on hastily, his forehead protector wasn't even on, and his eyes were half-closed (sorry, but- *drool*). He stared at Sakura for a second as if confused, but then seemed to recognize her.
"Oh, hi there Sakura," he said slowly as if just recognizing her.
"Late night?" Sakura inquired.
"As usual," he replied, yawning underneath his mask. "Wanna come in?" he asked, opening the door a bit more and motioning for Sakura to enter. She obliged with a smile, stepping in cautiously.
The living room looked disastrous. Random articles of clothing was scattered over the floor and chairs, and empty pizza boxes littered any uncluttered place. Kakashi's appearance was as haphazard- he was wearing only his mask and a set of orange boxers (yet again- drool).
"Kakashi! What happened?" asked Sakura.
"What? This is what is usually looks like," he replied, scratching his head.
"Oh dear," sighed Sakura.
"You asked for it, you came to visit," Kakashi joked. Sakura sighed again and walked into the kitchen, pulling her hair back in a rubber band she had found.
"Go get some clothes on or something," Sakura said wearily, her overly-happy completely gone. "I'll make some breakfast for you." She grabbed a pan and went over to the fridge, scanning its contents for anything edible. Sakura grabbed the carton of eggs and set it down on the counter next to the stove. She sighed as she grabbed the first egg, her shoulders slumping slightly.
'No fair. I come here for a bit of romance, maybe a but of appreciation, and look what I get! I'm making him freaking SCRAMBLED EGGS!' roared Inner Sakura, before the mental Sakura flopped down in her mental prison. 'But he DID look REALLY hot in those boxers,' she added. Outer Sakura decided that that was enough.
"I come here to walk him to class, and I end up making breakfast. I'll probably be cleaning, too," she said to herself, hanging her head sadly as she prepared to crack the egg.
"We can do something else," whispered a voice in her ear. Sakura felt strong hands grab her by the shoulders and spin her around, and a set of lips press teasingly against hers as she felt herself being pinned against the counter.
The egg fell to the floor and shattered.
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The day after Team 7 had returned from their vacation, Sakura sauntered to class with a spring in her step and a song in her heart. For whatever reason, she was feeling abnormally wonderful that day, and had decided to drop by Kakashi's apartment before class. He was late all the time, so she was going to try and drag him off to class on time for once. Sakura already knew where he lived, having attended a party there a few weeks ago (see 'Forbidden Fruit'). She waltzed down the streets casually, and stopped on his porch and knocked on the door.
"Kakashi-sensei!" she chirped happily. "C'mon, open the door!"
"What?" came a muffled moan from within, and the door opened a crack. Kakashi popped his head out, looking as if he had just been sleeping. His hair was even more tousled than usual (oh my god, he must look so hot!), his mask looked as if it had been shoved on hastily, his forehead protector wasn't even on, and his eyes were half-closed (sorry, but- *drool*). He stared at Sakura for a second as if confused, but then seemed to recognize her.
"Oh, hi there Sakura," he said slowly as if just recognizing her.
"Late night?" Sakura inquired.
"As usual," he replied, yawning underneath his mask. "Wanna come in?" he asked, opening the door a bit more and motioning for Sakura to enter. She obliged with a smile, stepping in cautiously.
The living room looked disastrous. Random articles of clothing was scattered over the floor and chairs, and empty pizza boxes littered any uncluttered place. Kakashi's appearance was as haphazard- he was wearing only his mask and a set of orange boxers (yet again- drool).
"Kakashi! What happened?" asked Sakura.
"What? This is what is usually looks like," he replied, scratching his head.
"Oh dear," sighed Sakura.
"You asked for it, you came to visit," Kakashi joked. Sakura sighed again and walked into the kitchen, pulling her hair back in a rubber band she had found.
"Go get some clothes on or something," Sakura said wearily, her overly-happy completely gone. "I'll make some breakfast for you." She grabbed a pan and went over to the fridge, scanning its contents for anything edible. Sakura grabbed the carton of eggs and set it down on the counter next to the stove. She sighed as she grabbed the first egg, her shoulders slumping slightly.
'No fair. I come here for a bit of romance, maybe a but of appreciation, and look what I get! I'm making him freaking SCRAMBLED EGGS!' roared Inner Sakura, before the mental Sakura flopped down in her mental prison. 'But he DID look REALLY hot in those boxers,' she added. Outer Sakura decided that that was enough.
"I come here to walk him to class, and I end up making breakfast. I'll probably be cleaning, too," she said to herself, hanging her head sadly as she prepared to crack the egg.
"We can do something else," whispered a voice in her ear. Sakura felt strong hands grab her by the shoulders and spin her around, and a set of lips press teasingly against hers as she felt herself being pinned against the counter.
The egg fell to the floor and shattered.
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