A/N: Hey… very very short chapter two. A Kakashi POV chapter. I'm sort of lazy right now, so I won't really go into a big long a/n.
Disclaimer: Tcha, I don't own Kakashi or Sakura, or Naruto or anything else affiliated with the show. Not really. But I do have a Kakashi keychain! I got it for Christmas.
"Sensei?"
The voice was plaintive, shaking.
Kakashi silently drew the soaking wet girl into an awkward embrace. He felt her shivering body against him and he felt the rain beating down.
"Let's go home, Sakura," he said softly
The girl nodded, taking his hand into hers, resting her head on his arm, right at his shoulder joint, seeing as he was still a head taller than she was, and she wasn't tall enough to place her head on his shoulder. Slowly they walked, together, back to Kakashi's apartment.
It was quiet as he led her to the bathroom, giving her a dark navy blue bathrobe.
"I don't want to, sensei," she said tiredly. Her eyes turned to him, something lost.
His voice was quiet but firm. "Sakura, if you don't get out of those wet clothes, you'll get pneumonia. You're a medic-nin. You should know that."
She gave a heavy sigh as she went in. Then he heard the water start to run. He went into his bedroom, changing out of his own damp clothes, taking off the mask, the pants, the shirt. He put on a pair of black pants loose enough to sleep in, but not enough to make too much noise. Still, as he hung the damp clothes over the back of a chair, the pants made just the slightest swishing sound. He still hadn't put on a shirt.
Swish. Swish. Swish.
He decided to forgo the shirt for now, at least until he had finished setting up a place for Sakura to sleep in his bed. He fluffed up the pillows, pulling out some of the softest, warmest, blankets he owned. Not that he owned too many. Kakashi wasn't exactly the home décor type. But he surveyed the bed critically, wanting Sakura to be completely satisfied when she slept in it. As his eyes roved over the bed, they caught sight of one of his favorite "reading" materials peeking out from beneath a pillow. He sighed as he rubbed the back of his head, picking it up and planning to put it away, lest it upset Sakura further. After all, she was always going on about "dirty old perverts" and "dirty old books" and dirty old everything. He sighed again as he put it away. However, right before he did, he "accidentally" started "reading".
Pat. Pat. Pat.
Sakura's feet made a soft pat-patting sound as she walked toward Kakashi's room. She saw only his back. Her breathing had become steadier and now her voice was not so overwhelmed by sorrow. Softly, she said, "Kakashi-sensei?"
Kakashi had just been "reading" the part about the character stepping out of the shower when he heard Sakura's voice. Putting the book away, he turned to her with all appearance of nonchalance. However, when he saw her there, he felt his heart skip a beat and the rest of his body start to come to attention.
The bathrobe was big for her. It reached the floor and trailed a little bit. Her hair was still damp. His gaze was caught by a single bead of water that slowly dripped from her hair, traveling down her skin. It traveled down her neck, slowly moving down her collarbone. He was mesmerized by it. All his concentration was on the one bead of water that kept going lower and lower and lower, sliding over the curve of her breast, into the hidden cleavage. This was when he silently cursed the bathrobe. He moved to the bed, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, resting his head on his arms.
Suddenly, he felt a weight on the bed as Sakura climbed in beside him. He looked at her, but said nothing.
She was blushing, and looking distant, as though there was something she wanted to say, but couldn't figure out how to say it. "Erm, Kakashi-sensei?" she said, in an even softer voice than before.
"Yes, Sakura?" he said lazily, his eye still roving over his ex-student's body. But still, he sat up just the tiniest bit, in the perfect position to hold her if she decided to come and lay her head on his chest.
Her eyes never left his, though her hands started to undo the cord that tied the bathrobe together. "Kakashi-sensei, I realized something out in the rain. I made a mistake. It's not Sasuke I love."
The bathrobe started to open, sliding down her shoulders.
Kakashi was too stunned to say or do anything, but he somehow maintained his composure.
"Kakashi-sensei, please, take me. Because I love you."
Her big green eyes were wide and innocent, but the form that was slowly revealing itself to him was not. She started crawling toward him, toward his open arms. He was soon holding a naked Sakura, whose lips were fast approaching his when…
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Kakashi woke up, sat straight up, promptly slamming his head into the shelf above his head. He swore loudly as he got up, putting on some semblance of clothing, along with the mask. So it was a very irritable silver haired pervert who answered the door, sticking out only his head.
"Yes?" he said with his normal indifference. Even though he wanted to kill the masked nin at his door.
"The Hokage requires your presence at her office in two hours."
The nin was suddenly gone and Kakashi sighed. He needed a shower. Rubbing the back of his head in consternation, he headed toward the bathroom, thoughts of pink still in his head. He had cherry blossom scented shampoo and cherry blossom scented body wash, and cherry blossom scented everything.
Maybe that's why all he ever dreamed of now were cherry blossoms.
All he ever had now were…
Cherry blossom dreams.
Like always, reviews, please and thank you.
-Hajan Rana
