A Dream Come True
DG32173
Sarah: ya know, I don't see enough of these, but I think this pairing is pretty cute. Some people would be disgusted with this pairing though, so please don't hate me! I don't own the Naruto anime, manga, or cast. Thank you and hope you enjoy.
!WARNINGS! THIS IS THE ONLY WARNING AREA IN THIS ENTIRE FIC, SO PLEASE READ!
Okay, this fic starts ten years after team 7 first joined up. This is a Kakashi/Sakura pairing! Sakura and her teammates, along with many others that were taking the chunin exams with them, are in their early twenties and pretty much every young person from the show is a jounin or soon-to-be jounin. Other than that: moderate to heavy amounts of cursing, future lemons, embarrassing moments, fights, deaths (none star-related), KAKASHI WITHOUT A MASK (only a few mentions in the first couple of chapters, much more often later in the fic), um … and other stuff that I can't think of right now. Enjoy.
SUMMARY
It has been ten years since Team 7 became a group. Many new couples have been formed; but there are still two people from the original group without a significant other. Can one ex-teacher and one ex-student find love in each others arms? Or will their roles since first meeting deny them a chance for true love? (Kaka/Saku)
NOTE
(Authors note)
"Talking"
'Thinking'
Scene change
POV change
MemoryScene change in memory
INDEX
ALPHABETICAL ORDER! Languages, other than Japanese, will be listed like this notice.
–chan: a suffix of respect for a female friend or acquaintance
Hai: yes
Hitai-ate: the headband everyone wears with the symbol of what village they are from on it
Kami-sama: God, Lord, Higher Power, Higher Being
–kun: a suffix of endearment to a very close friend or one that someone loves or cares for very deeply
–sensei, sensei: teacher
Chapter 1
Dancing and a Drunken Kakashi
A tall silver-haired man with mix-matched eyes, one as dark as night and the other the brilliant crimson of the sharingan hidden from view by his hitai-ate, leans against the wall of the house of one of his former students, absentmindedly straightening the top of the traditional yukata he is wearing specifically for this occasion; every male had to be wearing a traditional yukata and fancy shoes to gain entry to this party, as every female had to be wearing a fancy dancing gown and fancy dancing shoes. Sakura had wanted to throw a party to celebrate the tenth anniversary of the graduation from the academy for all nine Leaf genin who had made it that time and hadn't been sent back. Their genin teachers were invited as well. All three teachers showed. And it just so happens that it's also nearly Christmas, so just about the entire town was also invited to the Haruno mansion for the dual celebration. Kakashi stayed in the hallway, away from the crowd in the party hall having fun and being themselves.
He nods when Sakura asks if he's alright when she comes out to check on him. She's been doing that often today; about five times in the past hour if he's added it up correctly. Yes. He's alright; he just can't stand being around everyone at the moment. Just about everyone in there has found a significant other. Everyone except himself … and Sakura, along with a handful of others. Even the most of other teachers have finally found someone. Even Rock Lee realized that chasing after Sakura would get him nowhere and found he also felt for the lonely Hinata Hyouga, even more so than he had for Sakura. Even Gai had found a lady of interest. He smirks lightly when his thoughts turn to his other two students.
Sasuke and Naruto had somehow overcome their differences and childhood rivalry and became lovers; Naruto had become Hokage about three years ago when Tsunade stepped down. He and Sasuke wed two days later. He figured they'd eventually become close, but never imagined they'd become that close. At least they are happy; they still have spats, still try to prove their strengths against each other. Naruto would win a bit more often now, but still not as often as Sasuke. Kakashi sometimes thinks that the blonde subconsciously lets Sasuke win so much. Maybe it's so, maybe it isn't. But it really doesn't matter; their happiness with each other does.
But when his thoughts to the only female student from the old Team 7, his throat clenches and a small smile turns his mask-hidden lips upwards. She always had that effect on him, from the first moment he saw her. But then, she was so occupied with chasing Sasuke that she never noticed that he, Kakashi, was being just the slightest bit lighter on her than the boys or that he'd be a bit calmer on any punishments she needed. And it had hurt deep in his chest when she smiled at Sasuke, trying to get the raven-haired boy to pay more attention to her and less to Naruto. He had wished she'd pay a bit more attention to himself, as Naruto verbally said the same thing rather often about the blonde's own emotions.
Her crushing on the dark-haired boy, and Kakashi's unrevealed jealousy, lasted until his students were about sixteen … when she had gone by Naruto's house to see if the blonde knew where Sasuke was and had stumbled upon them in Naruto's bedroom, making love and not even noticing someone had entered and was witnessing it. She had backed out and fled to Kakashi's place and leaped into his arms to cry out her distress and emotional pain. Kakashi had gently stroked her hair and comforted her as a friend and teacher, holding back his emotions as he had been trained to do since a very young age. She had still been too young for him to comfort any other way without hurting her worse and ruining his reputation of indifference to either gender … and, above all, breaking her trust.
A delicate, and familiar, feminine hand gently touches his arm, pulling him out of his thoughts. He looks down into worried sea green eyes with cotton candy pink bangs framing them. Soft, feminine pink lips form a worried frown. His unhidden eye trails down to take in her rose-colored dancing dress and beautiful crystal dancing shoes before trailing back up to look into her eyes. "Are you sure you're alright, Kakashi-kun?" asks the soft voice of his former student. About five years ago, all his former students slowly transferred from calling him Kakashi-sensei to calling him Kakashi-kun. Sakura had held out the longest, trying to keep a proper student-teacher relationship, even though they hadn't been his students since they were fifteen; but she eventually transferred as well. It pleased him the most when she finally made the transfer.
"Hai, Sakura-chan," he says, nodding and smiling to ease her worry.
She smiles lightly at him, then glances up above his head. Her light smile turns into a grin. "Kakashi-kun, look up," she says softly, smiling lightly. Kakashi looks up and sees a small garland a mistletoe hanging innocently above his head. His eyes widen slightly and he tenses up a bit when he feels Sakura stand up on her toes and give him a kiss on the cheek, in places of the traditional kiss for two people being caught under the same garland of mistletoe during the Christmas season. "Oh, lighten up, Kakashi-kun! It's a party! Besides, it's nearly Christmas," she says, grinning up at him. She gives him a quick hug, surprising the older jounin. "Would you mind helping me get some more refreshments to the guests? It seems they really enjoy them," she says, smiling cutely at him as she pulls away.
Kakashi raises an eyebrow at her. "You did that on purpose to make me say yes, didn't you?" he asks the sneaky young woman, glaring at her playfully.
"Yes … and no," she says, smiling at him; he is confused by her response, but doesn't question it. She takes his hand, causing him to blush under the dark mask, and pulls him gently into the kitchen, where many, many bowls of appetizers are waiting patiently to be taken to the large party hall for consumption. She passes a few bowls to Kakashi and takes a few in her own arms. Kakashi rolls his eyes and holds the kitchen door open for the younger jounin. "Thanks, Kakashi-kun," she murmurs, her ample breasts brushing his flat chest as she slides past him. She senses more than sees the shudder that runs up and down her former teacher's spine and smirks slightly.
'How could I have been so foolish for so long? How could I have been so blind for so long?' she thinks, leading the older jounin down the hallway he had formerly been loitering in and into the party room further away. People hail the two as they approach the refreshment table with their burdens, Naruto grins wildly right beside the table as he grabs some chips from one of the bowls that Sakura is carrying. She scolds him for not waiting for it to be put down on the table first. Sasuke merely shakes his head at them, softly smiling at his beloved as he whines about being hit in the head again as soon s Sakura puts her bowls down; Kakashi following her example, minus the head-slapping of Naruto.
'How could I not see that Kakashi-kun has always been there for me ever since we first met? How could I not realize that I've merely been crushing on Sasuke-kun, while Kakashi-kun was always on the sidelines, waiting to catch me when I fall from any form of pain? How could I not realize that … I love Kakashi-kun?' she thinks, thanking Kakashi for helping her get the appetizers to the refreshment table. 'But he can't possibly care for me the same way I do for him. He's so much older than me; besides, he has that honor code. Kami-sama, what am I to do?'
Kakashi responds to the younger woman's thanks as he always has: with a soft smile and an even softer "you're welcome". The smile he gets from the younger woman is enough to make his heart skip a beat or two, it is so radiant and appreciative.
Kakashi starts heading back out into the hallway to avoid everyone when the same feminine hand touches his arm for the second time that evening. "Won't you dance at least once tonight?" she asks when he turns to look at her, her sea-green eyes begging him to say yes. The romantic musical (a song that has no words) playing right now signals that this is a slow dance, meaning close contact with your dance partner, meaning that he will get to hold Sakura in his arms at least once in his life without her taking it the wrong way.
Kakashi rolls his eyes, but complies. He gives an impromptu bow and holds out his hand, causing Sakura to chuckle. "Will you have this dance with me, Sakura-chan?" he asks, his voice teasing.
"Of course," she says lightly, smiling as she takes his hand. He leads her out onto the dance floor and puts one hand on her thin waist and continues holding her other hand. And they dance to the music, drawing murmurs from the others who had slowly stopped dancing to form a crowd around the two oblivious jounin as they dance beautifully, their bodies moving fluidly and in step with the other's. The romantic musical fades away and transfers into a waltz, and the two continue to dance; they dance through four songs without realizing it, their eyes and minds focused solely on their dance partner, each other. Even Sasuke and Naruto are surprised at how … easily is the only word that comes to mind … their friends' bodies worked and moved as one. Halfway through their second song, everyone else turns back to their dance partners and pick up where they left off.
"I never knew you could dance so well," Sakura states, her radiant smile directed solely on her dance partner; this causes him to come just short of fainting.
"You never asked," Kakashi says, lifting her up for a twirl during their third waltz in a row. As midnight draws ever closer, seeing as it was almost ten when Kakashi had helped bring the refreshments in from the kitchen, the guests start filtering out to go elsewhere in pairs and small groups. "Would you like something to drink?" Kakashi asks, realizing just how thirsty he is after realizing just how many songs they danced through.
"I'd like that," she says, smiling as the older jounin leads her off the dance floor and towards the refreshments table. Then she realizes something. 'Shit! I spiked the punch! Then I saw Naruto-kun, Kiba-kun, and Shikamaru-kun spike it at separate times! That thing has to be damned alcoholic by now!' she thinks. Then she smirks in her mind. 'Then again, that might not be such a bad thing, knowing how thirsty Kakashi-kun can get.'
Shoving her perverted thoughts aside, knowing she's spent too much time around Kakashi and Jiraiya, she lets Kakashi pour her a cup of the spiked punch as well as a cup for himself. She smiles lightly as she sips on her punch, watching Kakashi down his cup quickly and five more. As he reaches to pour a seventh cup, Sakura has to quickly catch him before he lands face first in the punch after leaning forward just a bit too far. 'He is definitely drunk,' she thinks, smelling the sweet liquor scent, making her assume that the other three had also spiked it with sake, on his breath smell good as he apologizes for making her have to catch him.
"It's alright, Kakashi-kun," she murmurs, helping the taller man stand up a bit straighter. "But I think that's enough punch for now," she continues. She looks around as the clock strikes midnight and is surprised to see that all her guests except Kakashi are gone. She hadn't realized that everyone had left. She smiles lightly as she half-carries the drunken older man out of the dining hall and up the stairs towards the second floor bedrooms. Along the way, she stops a few servants to politely request them to clean up the mess in the party hall and kitchen, and to put the leftover punch in a pitcher and put the pitcher in her personal refrigerator in her bedroom. And then she continues helping her former sensei up the stairs. Only to be greeted by the sight of her two former teammates on the top landing, having a heated make-out session, with Naruto pushed against the wall and Sasuke on top of him. Both boys are missing their shirts. She had noticed that they had disappeared soon after she and Kakashi had started dancing through their third dance, and had been wondering where they went. Well, she doesn't have to wonder anymore. "Ahem," she says a bit loudly, just about ready to drop the older jounin accidentally. 'Geez, who knew Kakashi-kun weighed so much!'
The two boys look up, angry because they were interrupted. But when they see the laughable sight of petite Sakura trying to hold up a drunken Kakashi, who is currently whispering something into the lightly blushing woman's ears, Naruto busts out laughing and Sasuke smirks in amusement. "Well, when'd you two get together?" Naruto teases, only to be surprised when Sakura blushes deeper from embarrassment and an emotion he can't identify.
"We're not together. The punch was spiked four times tonight … and Kakashi-kun had six cups of it," she explains agitatedly.
Naruto's eyes widen as Sasuke glances at him. "I thought you were the only one to spike it," Sasuke says.
"That's what I thought too," Naruto says.
Sakura sighs. "I spiked it as I made it before anyone got here, Naruto-kun spiked it soon after you two arrived at four, Kiba-kun spiked it about an hour later, and Shikamaru-kun spiked it around six-thirty," she says.
"Wow … you spiked your own punch?" Naruto asks in shock. "Why aren't you drunk then?"
Sakura smirks slightly. "I made sure to drink solely from my pitcher of tea in the kitchen, which I left in there and locked the door behind me whenever I left the room," she says. "At least up until a few minutes ago," she says softly, a light smile on her lips.
"Kakashi-kun offered to get you a drink after you two danced, didn't he?" Naruto asks. He doesn't reveal that he had gotten several pictures of Kakashi and Sakura dancing when nobody was looking; it would ensure his own deathbed if the two ever found out.
"Yeah," Sakura says, blushing lightly at the mention of the dances.
"Did you know that you two danced through four songs? Or so I heard," Naruto says, grinning as his former teammate blushes, both from his teasing and something that Kakashi had just whispered in her ear. By the perverted look in their former sensei's clouded eyes, the boys get the feeling that it was either something very perverted or something about getting Sakura in his bed and doing another form of dance … wait a second. Come to think of it, the second one was perverted as well. That's when they realize what they were thinking … BLECK! When did they get such sick minds? Jiraiya and Kakashi have definitely been rubbing their bad traits off onto them.
"So, you two gonna help me or something!" Sakura grumbles, trying to heft Kakashi onto her shoulder in a way that all his weight won't be on her back but it won't look too insinuating. Which is completely, utterly impossible to do with a drunken person as perverted as Kakashi.
Naruto and Sasuke sigh and help hold up their former sensei as they let Sakura lead them to the bedroom Kakashi will be staying in for the remainder of the night and most likely most of the next morning. If they notice that the room is Sakura's personal bedroom, they don't comment on it. They just help Sakura gently sit Kakashi down onto the soft bed and leave, bidding their goodnights as they head to their home at almost one in the morning. Sakura sighs as she hears the front door shut and lock behind them.
She had given both of them a key to her house, as she had Kakashi, when she decided she was being woken up one too many times in the middle of the night by at least one of them to let them crash at her place when they were too tired coming back from missions 'to make it to their own place'. She knew they were lying. Sasuke's and Kakashi's ancestral homes were much closer to the only gate to the village than hers. They all just loved spending the night at her place for some reason or other. And somehow, by the next morning Kakashi always found his way to Sakura's bed during the night every single time, even if he were sleeping on the couch in the living room one floor below and on the opposite end of the mansion Sakura now lives in by herself and so drunk she couldn't believe he was alive.
Her parents had both passed on about four years ago, her father dying during a mission and her mother dying just one week later of a badly broken heart and severe depression. It had been nearly nine months before she came back to this mansion for anything; she had spent the time at Kakashi's place, hurting and depressed. Kakashi had found her sitting in the graveyard in front of her parents' graves in the rain, her clothes getting soaked and muddy, and crying her heart out. Eventually, Kakashi had been able to single-handedly bring her good spirits back and saved her from dying the same way her mother had. He wouldn't allow anyone else anywhere near her during those months of him healing her emotionally wounded heart and helping it start to scab over, not even Tsunade-sama or Sasuke or Naruto. Those scabs eventually died to scars; scars that will never leave her until her deathbed. After all, everyone gains scars when their friends and family pass on; even worse when they die so unexpectedly.
Sakura sighs as she watches the drunken man sitting on her bed from her position leaning against the door frame. "Kakashi-kun, you are not one who can handle alcohol well," she says to him. He just smiles drunkenly at her through his face mask. Even after ten years, not one member of Team 7 has seen Kakashi without that silly mask. In the multiple times that Sakura had taken care of Kakashi when he was in a drunken sleep from multiple different causes, not once had she betrayed his trust by peeking under that mask. Nor has she ever peeked when she ever managed to find him truly asleep, which was usually the mornings she woke up with him in her bed, she in his bed every so often, or she going to his place for something and he had fallen asleep waiting for her. Sure, she had been badly tempted to each and every time these occurrences have happened; but she withstood the temptations, knowing that it is better to have her former-teacher-slash-closest-friend's harder-than-hell-to-win trust than satiating a little temptation and a bit of curiosity.
She decides to pick up where she left off before her lapse into memory lane. "So why I seem to consistently find you've gotten yourself drunk, I have not one clue," she continues. She grabs a nightgown and undergarments from her dresser by the bed and starts to head into her private bathroom to change; starts to when two strong arms wrap themselves around her waist and gently pull her to sit in their owner's lap on her bed. She sighs as she turns her head to look into her former teacher's visible, yet clouded, eye.
"Kakashi-kun, I really need to get … mrmph!" she starts, only to be cut off when Kakashi's lips, free from his mask, roughly press against hers. His tongue darts feverishly into her open mouth, seeing as she was talking when he kissed her. She stares into his visible eye in surprise and shock before she slowly closes her eyes and melts into the kiss. How she had dreamed of this moment for so long! Her tongue tentatively moves in to battle for dominance with his; this results in moans of pleasure from both parties. They soon move to taking off each other's clothing, she taking off the top part of his yukata while he gently lifts her dress over head, and he removing her bra as well. His lips trail from hers and down her neck to start sucking and nibbling on the exposed flesh that connects her neck to her shoulder while his hands trail over her back; wherever he touches her exposed skin, wisps of fire fly through her body. If this were a dream, she never wants to wake up again! She feels as if she had died and moved to heaven with him. As he gently tugs at her panties, Sakura suddenly realizes what's going on. They will both regret it in the morning if they don't stop soon; but it just feels oh-so-good.
'Ugh … if only he weren't drunk,' she thinks sadly. She gently pulls away from the older jounin, her body silently crying out to return to his arms and the fiery feelings his flesh against hers brings. "Kakashi-kun, we can't do this … not now, anyhow. If we continue, we'll both end up regretting it in the morning," she says softly, pulling his mask back over his face without her eyes leaving his. She will not deprive him the secret of his looks while he is drunk and can't exactly tell right from wrong without thinking about it deeply. The drunken man blinks bleary eyes, trying to make sense of her words. Then he nods in understanding. She stands up, leans over, and kisses his forehead. "Now I really must be getting that shower," she says softly, smiling lightly. With that, she heads into her private bathroom to get the aforementioned shower.
Sarah: er … that was weird, even to me. And I'm usually not bugged by weirdom. So I know it had to be pretty damn weird for me to think of it as weird. Okay, I'm just confusing myself here, so I'll say later for now. Until chapter 2, that is. MY WORD! This document is 11 pages in length! 9 of which are the story itself! Wow, I'm off to a damned good start on this fic … but will the ideas continue to flow as smoothly? Meh, only one way to find out: keep writing on it.