Disclaimer:Well, as it seems Naruto has seriously decided to play with my plot bunnies. I have some ten or more small drabbles already on paper... But that still doesn't make me own him.
AN: Warning: This one is yaoi/underage love. Read on your own judgment, but don't complain to me.
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Sakura is strong and she knows that. Everybody else is kept in the dark about it but to her it doesn't matter, not really at all. Let them think that she is the weakest link in her team, that she should always be left behind or protected like a baby infant, hopeless and weak waiting to be taken care of.
She's proud of her strength, although it isn't always in her body, because the strength of mind and heart is what really matters. Kakashi told her that once (no, not only once, she reminds her self, taking a step), and it stuck to her web of thoughts as a flee does to a spiders web. It became her life motto, it guided her through the harsh missions they had when Sasuke would tend to step in front of her in a sign of protection (yes, cold, but protection nonetheless, and she's up the stairs). Or even Naruto beating the life out of the guy who gave her a small bruise on her hand.
She took it all in, stored it carefully in the boxes of her memory, and guarded them all like she would a garden full of special roses. Pink roses, with a smell that screamed pink, and softly whispered on the wind only for her to hear.
I am strong, she thinks in delusion and knocks on the door.
Kakashi told her, didn't he? He complimented her on her strength and on her growth in the past few years, and Sakura, herself, knew how much she has changed. She changed to most out of all of them, and still she kept it hidden from the public because to lose that secret would mean to lose another thing very dear to her.
But.
All it takes is one breath and one blink of an eye for her pretty, pink colored world of secrets and strength to shatter and fall apart.
While she waits for his door to open, she's recounting all her loses again. Kakashi helps her add them all up in a pretty little number that is far too high now to be neglected, really, but she tries. He pulls her in, into his arms and warm touches and lingering kisses (without the mask, she muses, that's another secret that's just hers - and his and kisses him under the chin, where she knows he likes it just soand she savors every little scent of him, every line of his face and his body because he's real enough to tell her that she strong.
She tumbles down with him on the bed, all hands and arms, and entwined legs and breathes deeply in the scent of lust (not love, she repeats in her head for god knows which time), and feels utterly broken and weak. When she's with him she doesn't need to be strong, and that's a fact she rather enjoys admitting to herself, even if it means betraying him, and his words of encouragement.
She slips into his world of half gray, half red eyes, and adores him for making her feel so much in so little time. And then, she gathers all her strength back and up and running through her veins because she knows when she closes her eyes she's going to see a picture that pains her much more brutally then any ninja weapon.
Behind her eyelids, with Kakashi's hands on her sides and his mouth on her breast, she can see Sasuke, his head thrown back, his eyes closed in pleasure, and Naruto kissing his throat.