Story – The Cherry Blossom Touch
Chapter 1 – Here For You.
Rating – Teen
Authoress – Chicklets
Synopsis - Kakashi/Sakura. Kakashi has just return from a mission severely injured and effectively hospitalized. Unfortunately, hospitals make the Jounin fearful. So, Sakura takes it upon herself to care for her former teacher outside the hospital. Between being delirious and craving attention, how will Kakashi and Sakura not become close?
A/N: It has been a while since I have been on Fanfiction, but having been sucked in to the world of the Naruto manga, I find myself wanting more. Thus, here I am, but apparently reading was simply not enough for me.
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Kakashi's breaths were ragged as he moved uncharacteristically slow through the forest, using the trees to keep him balanced on his feet. He could see the gates to the Hidden Leaf Village, Konoha – his home.
Getting a bit excited, he placed too much of his weight on his wounded right leg. A hiss escaped through his parted lips beneath his mask, and his eyes blurred with the pain. If he could only get to his apartment, he knew he would be okay.
Doing his best to keep his consciousness, Kakashi willed himself forward, the sweat above his brow demonstrating the strength it took to continue. Fortunately, the result of Kakashi's hard work got him to his apartment where he ungracefully collapsed on his bed. The blood continued to flow from his wounded leg, his head dizzy and light from the lack of blood.
He closed his eyes, "Maybe... just a little... nap..." he mumbled to himself as his mind slipped into darkness.
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Saruka sighed as she observed her ex-sensei agonizing in the hospital bed. It hurt her to see him in so much pain. His lower right leg had been badly damaged, crushed by something. The bone was completely shattered. Tsunade had found traces of poison in his blood stream, and instantly began treating him with antibiotics threw an intravenous that was providing him with blood. Her blood.
When she had found out that Kakashi had the same rare Type O blood as her self, she demanded that they take as much as they needed from her. For that reason, every 4 hours they would come for another bag of blood to transfer to Kakashi. Sakura would insist they take more as she could use her chakra to speed up her blood replenishing process, but they never listened.
They had also tried using chakra to heal Kakashi in the beginning, but it was impossible. The Jounin's chakra highway in his leg was a complete mess. As a result, removing the poison and fixing the leg would have taken too long, and he would have surely died. The best that they were able to do with the current staff was reconnect his veins so that his leg would not die from the lack of blood flow, and so the medicine would have a way to circulate in his body.
Removing the damp cloth from Kakashi's forehead, Sakura re-wetted it in some cold water. Ringing it off the excess water, she once again placed it on his forehead. It seemed to be the only thing she was able to do for the man at the moment. The man that had always protected her, the man that always encouraged her when she had doubts.
Seating herself in her chair once more, she painfully recalled that mornings' incidence. She couldn't believe how badly Kakashi had been hurt. She had gone to welcome him home, knowing he was suppose to have returned the prior night, and it had scared her so much when she found him. The white bed sheets dyed red, the floor surrounding the resting leg collectively creating a pool of blood on the hardwood flooring. She had quickly used some of her chakra to help him, though the damage was so severe and her help was minimal.
Tsunade had tried to calm the shaking and crying Sakura by insisting that by using her chakra to clot the blood she had save Kakashi's life. However, Sakura knew better. No longer was she that naïve child from a couple of months ago when Sasuke ran away from Konoha after her heartfelt confession of love. Her heart had felt like it was carelessly stepped on when all he had said was 'Thank you'. Soon after she had to watch Naruto leave her as well, and only more pain came as she remained where she was as she had always done while on Team 7. The only one that stayed in her life was Kakashi, which was why, now more that ever; she wanted to be there for him. Even if the best thing she could do was replace the wet cloth to aid in breaking his fever.
Her eyes shifted to Kakashi as her thoughts came to an end and looked him over for any signs of anything. It just helped her to realize that the images of the morning meant nothing, as Kakashi wasalivebeside her even though his breaths were a little jagged.
She noted that he was better than when she had found him. For that she was grateful. His color was slightly better and his leg had been incased in a cast to protect it. But, there was one other thing she had taken notice of, the Jounin's face. She had never seen him without the mask covering his lower face. But, as he lay in the bed, clad in a pair of pajamas she had taken from his apartment, he seemed young. Handsome even.
A slight blush graced her cheek at the idea of thinking her ex-sensei was handsome, but there was no denying it. Leaning on the arm of the chair she sat in, she stretched her hand out and brushed his hair back. Continuing the motion she took notice of the softness of his hair, it was smooth and lacked tangles much to her surprise as her agile fingers easy combed through the hair. Absently, she smiled as the Jounin had seemingly relaxed under her touch, and so she continued doing so, willing to do anything for the man hurting in the bed.
She was not sure when these feelings had developed, or what the feelings even were. Whatever they were, she swore that she would defend Kakashi with her life if given the opportunity.
A slight groan came from the Jounin's mouth, and Sakura's eyes widen in surprised. There had been no reaction since she found him. Not a groan of pain, of mumble of a nightmare, not even a squeak of the mattress that came from a shifting body. Instantly Sakura whispered his name hoping for another reaction as she got off the chair and kneeled by his side.
The Jounin stirred again, and Sakura smiled. It seemed that he was finally coming too. The wonders of medicine and chakra, she knew she made the right decision in having Tsunade train her in both.
Slowly, Kakashi's eyes opened slightly in the dark room, and Sakura was surprised to see the sharingan gone. It was evident that his chakra was very low, but the missing sharingan proved just how close to death Kakashi had been when she found him.
Looking though blurred eyes, Kakashi tried to take in his surroundings though found it too hard to focus with the headache beating in his head. But, hearing his named whispered to his left, he turned slightly, taking in the blurry image of the strawberry-haired woman. He squinted trying to clear her image wanting to know who it was. In the depths of his nightmares and pain, there was something or someone there with a unique aura that matched the person beside him. This person kept him warm and safe.
Reaching his weakened hand up and placing it softly on her cheek, he pulled her face closer to his own until they were mere centimeters away.
Sakura froze as she felt his steady breath flow over her skin, his two eyes staring intently at her trying to distinguish the features. Not a thought was able to cross Sakura's mind, even from her inner and darker side, as the Jounin's thumb rotated thoughtlessly over her skin.
He finally gave a small yawn before removing his hand and shifting a little on the bed closing his eyes.
Slowly returning to his sleepy bliss, Sakura repositioning the blankets over Kakashi's body.
"Beau... ti... ful," came the syllables through his mouth.
Sakura's eyes widen as she stared down at the man in shock from the word that spilled from his lips. A shade of pink adorned her cheekbones as she resumed her seat beside him once more.
A/N: Wow, I have not written anything for fanfiction in so long. I do hope this is like. Please leave a little review to give me an opinion you may have, and I will update as soon as I can. I am a slow typist.