Bullet-Proof
My hawk-like orbs are staring at you,
I can't really blame you if you don't know what to do.
Maybe one time my shadow you'll see,
In the cold dark night, you'll know it's me.
My piercing grip may seize you tight,
Go on, I understand, shiver in fright.
But as I speed through buildings, roof by roof,
Maybe finally you'll understand that I'm bullet-proof.
CHAPTER 3: Meeting the bridge.
" Why do you want her dead?" Sasuke asked darkly.
The man shrouded within the shadows chuckled simply. " I do not know why you are too interested, Sasuke-kun." He purred out, his voice bouncing everywhere.
" Most of the time, you're a good little follower and do everything without any questions." The man continued, " Now I'm doubting even more of your abilities."
" Haruno Sakura must be eliminated at precisely twelve o'clock in the afternoon, as our client requested." The male's words turned sharp and authoritative. " At the exact date of March twenty eight. I know I have made myself clear. Go."
Haruno Sakura felt the single ray of sun escape the narrow space given allowed by her curtains. She groaned. Sakura was not in the mood to move around today. Her hands reached out to grasp the pillow beside her. When her hands made contact with its target, she flipped to her side..
KABOOG.
A scruffy, pink head automatically emerged from the tangle of blankets and pillows lying on the floor. Sakura tried hard to just place the heap back on her bed and not to throw them out her window, where hopefully her half sister is lurking by. Striding towards her table, she stared at the battered, miniature, propped up calendar her step mom gave her for Christmas. In red ink, the date today was encircled almost boringly.
March 28. Sakura mused, My birthday.
Oddly, it didn't feel very pleasing. Most individuals would have waited patiently for the day they were born, expecting parties, presents, visitors. But Sakura knew fully well that there's nothing she should be expecting. She was sure today would be just like any other days where she would be pushed around and stuff.
A knock penetrated through her half-conscious mind. Turning away from her ragged calendar, Sakura made her way to her door.
Kakashi greeted her still sleepy face when she opened her doors. He was wearing.. something repulsive to Sakura's eye. A navy blue polo shirt and a pair of pants, and normal looking shoes. The guy even had the guts to leave a few buttons open. And god, his face.. he had exposed his face! Sakura was supposed to be the only being to ever see her sensei's face! Sakura was near to throwing up what was left of her dinner last night.
" Kakashi-sensei, why don't you.. I don't know, maybe get out of my face?" Sakura suggested, her words transforming into a growl.
Kakashi grinned. " Happy birthday, Sakura-chan!" he cheered, offering a small, pink box topped with a small bow.
At the thought of strangling the guy, Sakura's mind was agreeing all out. But when she stared at the box he was holding (which was wrapped in an awkward manner and covered with the color she absolutely hated), and how her sensei struggled to get into that polo shirt he was wearing, made her realize that maybe this was not worth strangling him for. He was.. sweet, she guessed.
The next second Hikari had popped her head from Kakashi's back, a broom enclosed in one hand. " Sakura-chan, Happy Birthday!" she greeted cheerfully, " Do you like my present?" she asked, motioning at the properly dressed (Sakura still thought of it as repulsive though) Kakashi.
" Uhm.." Sakura was caught speechless. " Yeah! Of course, Hikari-chan!" she gushed out quickly, offering her a small grin, " Thanks a lot for making him look like a normal human being."
Kakashi reached for the door. Before shutting it close, he popped his head through. " Sakura, dress up quickly."
Raising a brow, she asked, " Why?"
The only male whom she ever swore to protect smiled at her question. He gladly offered it an answer. " I'm taking you to school."
" NOOOOOOOOO!"
" Sakura-chan, what's wrong!"
" HE CAN'T WALK ME TO SCHOOL!"
" Why? I'm dressed pretty normally.. right?"
" I DON'T CARE!"
" But Sakura-chan, I dressed him up and all.."
" B-BUT.. BUT.. Hikari don't you dare use that face on me—!"
Groan.
" Fine.. FINE!"
In his perspective, everything is a blur.
A completely surreal blur.
But though everything is barely perceivable he knew exactly where he was supposed to head to.
His speed mixed away all the bright colors that hazed his surroundings. His limbs reached out to almost anything just to keep himself airborne and out of the ground.
His two bare palms quickly enclosed upon a tree branch. Swinging himself up, his feet landed precisely on the window sill next to the tree.
He slipped in, and took his seat.
RING!
A crowd of people clothed in uniforms flooded the room just as the bell rang. Leaning over, he placed his elbows on his desk, entwining his hands together. In a frontal view, only his jet-black orbs were visible.
Pure, jet-black orbs that held no kind of fascination.
The students pooled in and headed to their respective seats. He merely watched as females fixed their eyes on him, apparently had no desire to wrench their gazes away. He scowled, then looked at the opposite direction.
" Yo, punk."
He looked up. His emotionless orbs met ones of arrogant, bright red. He scowled even more.
" You're sitting on my seat. Get your ass up and scoot to another corner, will 'ya?" he drawled overconfidently, motioning for his large minions that was thrice the boy's size. They all grinned stupidly, their yellowish teeth baring completely. Honestly, they don't know how to react rightly to any kind of situation.
" And where the heck's my stuff?" he questioned him, the red-eyed boy furrowing his brows in curiosity.
At last, for what have been ages (especially for the females dying to hear his voice), the raven-haired teen spoke in a low, smooth tone. " Oh. You mean those stuff?" he asked almost innocently, his index finger pointing to the ceiling.
There, exactly where the rotating ceiling fan was, was a blue backpack hanging by the blades, wide open and ready to spill everything to the floor. Finally it gave in the pressure, and spewed out his school supplies towards every direction. Everybody ducked for cover.
A thick, leather-bound notebook fell from the ceiling and landed on the brunette's head with a dull thump. It bounced off, and was quickly snatched away from midair by the cunning, raven-haired teen. He stared at the metal heart engraved in the middle, the lock at the side of the book, and a set of miniature keys dangling from the small padlock.
He smirked, flipping the notebook in his hand. " How sweet. A diary."
The brunette flushed a dark red, muttering something like 'My sis says it's good for repressed feelings'. His hand shot from beside him, swinging a closed fist aiming for the smirking teen.
" Rukawa, no fighting in class! Get away from the new student!" a man in his late thirties stood by the classroom door, holding a sleek, frightening stick in one hand, the other preoccupied with today's quiz. " And gather up your things, will you?"
Grumbling, Rukawa half-heartedly stormed away.
" Uchiha Sasuke?" he inquired, dumping the stack of paper down his table.
He nodded nonchalantly.
" You'll need a guide around here for the next few days." The teacher decided, running a finger down the list of names taped conveniently on the wall. " I'll be assigning you to.. Haruno Sakura. Oh, I think she's here."
Sasuke sharply flicked his eyes to the door—there stood her.
Pink hair. Green eyes. and—
He made his was towards the girl, and held out his hand. " Nice to meet you." He spoke, not a beat out of place.
She forcefully plastered on a small smile and returned the gesture. " Me too." She quickly released.
As he walked through the aisle and returned to his self-declared seat, his lips contorted into a small, barely perceivable smirk.
A head smaller than I am.
Only one more thing to check.
His trail of thoughts were broken by loud hoots and wolf whistling.
" Nice boyfriend you got there, Haruno!" one girl, probably one of the most popular, yelled from behind, " What kind of potion did you make him drink anyway? I'd love to have a free sample."
Everybody hooted, everybody jeered. He turned to see his target's reaction: apparently, embarrassed and undeniably angry. Yes, angry at her heartless classmates, but her anger seemed to be vented more to the man standing beside her, smiling handsomely.
His sharp senses tingled at the sight. In a quick second he barely noticed the silver-haired male flick his eyes at him. The next moment his blood red and onyx eyes returned to their usual spot, Sakura. Sasuke's expression did not falter. He bore in mind that any change of reaction could trigger suspicion.
He watched as he gave a small peck on the girl's cheek. Everybody hooted more loudly. Sasuke heard him bid his goodbye's and a promise to pick her up after class.
What brought about a strange feeling was how Sakura lacked the reaction to blush.
" I knew it." Sakura complained loudly, sprinting down the hallway, not even considering checking her locker for the books she needed. " I should not have agreed on this on the first place."
Kakashi stuck out his lower lip. Sakura cringed at the sight. " But I bought us ice creams!"
Sakura snorted disdainfully, " You're right. You bought me an asparagus flavored ice cream, you dolt."
Kakashi nodded wisely, oblivious to the girl's maddened mood. " Yup, it's great for the health!"
" Great for the health, my ass!" she muttered under her breath.
When they were about to reach the classroom's doors, she stopped in her tracks. Kakashi shot her a questioning glance. " What?"
" Okay, this ends here. Go home, and don't you dare enter my classroom! If I see even the tip of your nose out of the line I'll shut the door right on it!" she threatened.
" Okay." Kakashi agreed, knowing the end of the bargain. " Bye, Sakura-chan!"
Kakashi turned, closed his eyes, then walked away, offering Sakura her well deserved privacy. He walked, and walked, and walked. But then, he stopped. Thoughts swirled in his mind, pointing out several conclusions from the observations he drew out with his sharp sense.
His eyes snapped open.
The next moment he had already reached where Sakura stood idly.
" Hello, Sakura-chan." He spoke calmly, his sharp eyes boring over hers. " I just came back to see if you're gonna be okay."
Read between the lines, Sakura. See behind the mask.
Sakura's clean brows furrowed together, forcing in a mental message of their bargain into her sensei's head. She could clearly hear the jeers and sneers being spewed out every mouth. She forced down the burning stretch of scarlet threatening to occupy her face. It was successful.
Kakashi then bent down and pecked her on the cheek lightly, his calm expression still not altering. Sakura's hand flew out of her side and caressed the spot. She looked up, then nodded in a guarantee.
" Bye. I'll pick you up after class." He smiled simply, then turned to leave.
Sakura's hand never left her cheek.
She hitched her bag up her shoulder.
Her mind immediately bounded into action.
Right portion of the face. Right cheek. Pinpoint exact location. 9 o'clock. Translating..
She began walking to her seat.
Identifying dangerous territory.. Checking over all appearance..
She sat down and placed her bag on the floor.
Her head craned sideward.
Suspicious individual: Identified.
Uchiha Sasuke.
Uchiha Sasuke.
Uchiha Sasuke.
Uchiha Sasuke.
'Uchiha Sasuke'.
" Uchiha Sasuke." She said, " Nice to meet you."
Kakashi smiled.
Once his apprentice made social contact with the lad, he quickly wrenched away his hiding cloth that camouflaged him, blending him with the color of the building wall.
Excellent, Sakura-chan.
He quickly disappeared within the blink of an eye.
Author's Notes:
Wow.. I updated. I sound so surprised, do I? Anyway, I guess that's it then.
The peck on the cheek thing? That was not meant to hint on a future Kakashi x Sakura pairing. No, no, no, I am not a supporter of the said shipping. If you guys cannot understand, the purpose of the kiss was for Kakashi to warn Sakura about Sasuke, meaning he already have doubts upon his personality. It was like the code spies used: for example, if you say 9 o'clock in an agent's code that would pinpoint to an exact location in the room. In Sakura and Kakashi's case, Kakashi must be subtle to not bust cover. It was a simple way to give out a warning without being susceptible.
Do you guys get it? Great. Thank you.
Enjoy, y'all!
ang3Lix.