Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Naruto. Although I do have an Ukki-kun… Poor plant…

Another One Bites the Dust

That night went by with nothing special. Sakura unpacked a few of her things, Kakashi made dinner, and when they were tired of watching T.V. they went to bed.

The next morning, Sakura woke up to the smell of coffee being brewed and eggs and sausage being cooked.

She quietly got up and headed for the bathroom with her clothes for the day and her toiletries. She quickly took a shower and got dressed. By the time she walked out, Kakashi was sitting on one of the barstools eating.

"Good morning," she said walking into the kitchen.

"G'morning," he greeted before putting his coffee mug to his lips and drinking. Sakura turned around to try to get a look at his face, but the cup was in the way. "There's some breakfast for you on the stove. I think you remember where the plates are."

Sakura blinked, then went to get her breakfast. She sat down next to him and took a bite of the eggs. They were good! She was impressed. Most men don't usually have a wide range of cooking skills. And she thought the dinner last night was good…

"I have school today. it's a Monday, so I will be there until about three in the afternoon," she said before taking a sip of her coffee. Kakashi just nodded.

"Uhm, where do you want to meet for the training?" she asked, trying to keep the conversation up. The silence was still a bit on the awkward side.

"Just come back here, I'll take you there when its time," he said getting up and depositing his empty plate in the sink, his mask was already on his face, hiding the bottom half.

The pink-haired girl nodded and continued to eat her breakfast. She soon finished and walked back to her new room to get her books.

"Okay, I'll be back. See you!" she said as she put on her shoes and quietly walked out and went to school.

Kakashi watched the door for a few minutes after she stepped out. She's still upset about this situation. he thought shaking his head. That's when he noticed her homework on the coffee table. Shit…

Sakura got to school and to her first class. Biology. It was an easy class, but the professor loved to give a ton of homework over the weekend. It was like he was jealous of the students for having a life outside of school.

She opened her pink messenger bag and got out her book. That's when she noticed her notebook and binder was missing.

Frantically, she searched her bag for the missing items. Shit! My homework! Oh, Ebisu is gonna kill me!

Dumping her entire bag on her desk, she looked again, nothing. She didn't even have her other class' homework and notes. How could she have forgotten them all?

More and more people were walking in. The class was a few minutes from starting. Just as she was about to really freak out, Kakashi walked in with a few notebooks and binders.

He waved at her from just inside the door. She noticed a few girls look at him with lust obvious in their eyes, then turned to glare daggers at Sakura. She walked over and with a relieved look on her face.

"There they are!" she said taking them. "I was so worried I lost them or something. Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem." he said scratching his cheek. His one visible eye turned up in an embarrassed smile. "It was kinda hard to find you, so I had to ask this guy…"

As he was saying this, Ebisu was walking through the door. "Oh, Kakashi, I see you found Sakura all right." he said, pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Eh! You two know each other?" Sakura blinked.

"Yeah. We uh, knew each other from school…" Ebisu said nervously. "Now get to your seat, I'm about to start." with that, he walked up to the front of the class.

Sakura turned and glared at Kakashi. He blinked, She thinks this is my fault?

"I'll see you later, okay?" Kakashi said, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing lightly. Then walked out.

Sakura shook her head then walked back to her desk. More glares were coming from the girls in her class.

Well, this is gonna be a peachy day…

At exactly three o'clock, Sakura stepped into the entry way of Kakashi's apartment. With a sigh, she dropped her messenger bag and purse.

What a day. All throughout her class, the girls were sending death glares to her, Ebisu was picking on her for all of the questions, and her other classes were just about the same. Except without the glares.

Sometimes she hated being at school.

Kakashi walked out of the bathroom and looked at her. "Tough day?"

She just glared at him. It was all his fault. Why did he have to bring her homework to her? She could have handled being yelled at in front of everybody for once.

Sighing, her shoulders drooped and she stumbled over to the couch and plopped down and groaned.

Kakashi raised an eyebrow at this. weirdo… He walked over to sit next to her on the couch.

"Before we start training," another groan, "is there anything you want to talk about?" he asked, knowing full well that she was going to rant.

"Yeah," she said quietly. "Why me? Why didn't I get to know what I was training to do? What about my life? Do I even get to decide what I want anymore?" Her voice was already starting to sound hoarse from fighting back tears. "I want to be a doctor. I want to help people. And now, since I was a kid, I was lied to, and secretly forced on the path of being a ninja."

Kakashi quietly sat there. He knew how she felt. The same thing happened to him. And it cost him dearly…

"And if all of this were true, why did I have to find out now? Why not when I was little? Don't they trust me?" tears began to form in her eyes. Threatening to spill over.

He stayed quiet some more. Not sure of what to say. He wanted to take her in his arms and tell that it was okay. That even if this is what she didn't want, she was still helping people. He wanted to agree with her that it wasn't fair.

She sniffled. Why was she telling him all of this? Its not like he really cares. He was probably just wondering if she wanted to know what the training was going to be about. She felt him move a bit closer to her and she looked up at him. A single tear fell from her jaded eyes.

"I feel so used…" she whispered. And, to her surprise, Kakashi leaned over and hugged her, then straightened, still holding on to her.

"I know what you mean…" he whispered.

Author's notes:

Well, here's another chapter. I didn't get a lot of feed back on the last chapter. Did I lose all of my readers? Anyways, I just want to take this time to explain a few things because of a review that I got. However, I'm not going to go in to depth about a lot. That would ruin a good portion of the story. Just the world that this takes place in. And my reasoning behind what I write.

In this world, ninjas are more like spies. Complete with James Bond gadgets, without the modern weapons, though. They still use the traditional shinai and scrolls.

People who become ninjas are picked from birth to be ninjas. Sort of like giving them a predestined vocation. I actually got this idea from an Ayn Rand book. And I am still not sure on how to spell her weird name…

What happens, is that people born into the families with ancestor background to the founders of Konoha are to protect it. And to do that, they must remain anonymous. This means that anyone you know could be a ninja. What they do everyday is a façade.

Sigh… I really wanted to explain this throughout the story, and I probably most likely will anyway, but that review kinda got to me…

So, hope to see you guys soon.