Nothing belongs to me, Underwear belongs to Pulp, the same as all the other songs already used belong to their respective creators.

Chapter IV: Underwear.

Why don't you shut the door

And close the curtains?

'Cause you're not going anywhere

He's coming up the stairs

And in a moment he'll want to see your underwear

I couldn't stop it now

There's no way to get out

He's standing far too near

And how the hell did you get in here

Semi-naked in somebody else's room?

I'd give my whole life to see it

Just you

Stood there

Only in your underwear

As soon as the employee from the coffee shop yelled her name to announce that her coffee was ready, Sakura went to pick it up and immediately left the bar. The day was too bright and beautiful to spend more time inside there, so without a second thought, she started walking to the park, where she was sure she would find some peace and would be able to relax her mind and stop thinking about the strange silver-haired man from across her window.

The problem was that even if she was decided to do that, it was becoming impossible because his hot image was getting right into her skin. It was plaguing her thoughts, but it was also in her whole body in a way she had never felt before, and that was terrifying. She was not a virgin, and she had her experiences back, but till yesterday's night, they were what anybody would say average. Sakura couldn't even remember her last relationship, much less her last time sleeping with somebody. Of course, it was a casual one night stand and nothing more, just to forget the pressure of work and shake away the monotony of the daily routines and loneliness, but nothing actually meaningful.

So, why did masturbating in front of someone she knew nothing about awake so many sensations in her being? Sakura had the feeling that she let herself go that night, that for the first time in many years, she was more conscious of her body and needs, and that for once, there was someone in front of her willing to be receptive to those needs. Even if he was far from her and incapable of touching not even one of her hairs, he would be the kind of man that would make love to her in a way that she would become a goddess. No, Sakura had never talked to him, interacted with him, for god's sake, she didn't even know his name, but there was something in his eyes, something in his look, that told her that he was something else. Maybe some kind of the same gloom, boredom and loneliness that she felt too. Perhaps they shared even some sadness, and at the same time, those eyes, like hers, were full of fire, intensity and unleashed passion. So what if she couldn't let him go of her mind? He would be her secret dark fantasy. Every time she would need some kind of solace, she would think of him. If there were women fantasising about actors and famous people they would never get to know, why wouldn't she do the same with the stranger? Sakura had a big mess in her head, but she wasn't willing to deal with it, nor tell anybody about it, about him, because after all, what would her friends tell her? It was better to get crazy in secret than in public.

The sound of her phone took Sakura out of her thoughts, and she kind of chastised herself for her beliefs and feelings. She was idealising a person she would probably never see again in her life. Maybe even projecting her frustrations onto him, and he had nothing to do with those projections for the surest.

Sakura finally realised that she was a mess, and it had become even more apparent since she had returned to her mother's house.

Sakura took the phone out of her pocket and sardonically left a smile spread on her face. It was as if destiny was playing with her, and though she wasn't quite sure what she was going to say or do, she picked it up anyway.

Sasuke Uchiha was at the phone. The young and proud heir of the Uchiha's holdings. He was a great candidate for any woman searching for a comfortable future, but after a few failed dates, Sakura was sure he wasn't exactly what she could call boyfriend material, much less a husband. Sasuke was handsome, responsible, intelligent to his core but extremely cold, calculating and obsessed with the honour of the Uchiha's name. Sakura could understand: Sasuke always lived in the shadow of his older brother, and that wasn't easy to overcome. That was why the words they exchanged were rare on all their dates. They were reduced to conversations about the boy's company, the eternal trips he made outside the country, the long absences and how difficult it was to understand his position. Little did Sakura talk about her life, her feelings and her own ambitions. That way, Sakura, was nothing more than a good listening companion who, from time to time, ended up in bed with him only to wake up in the morning alone once again. No, Sasuke wasn't a good candidate, but every once in a while, his presence didn't hurt.

Sakura doubted for a moment before answering. What would she tell Sasuke after almost two years 'Hello there... how are you? I missed you.'? Nothing was true, but she only managed two options: keep the silver-haired man in her head and do who knows what this night only to keep playing, or face the possibility of clinging to the heat, even for a few hours, of a tangible body that warms her bed for one night.

Sakura chose the latter.

"Sasuke, hey! How are you?" she said casually to the phone. "Yes... Toni..." And Sakura's mouth dropped to the floor in an instant.

The stranger was walking his dog right in front of her. And he didn't even seem to notice her. He was casually strolling through the park with his pug in the same relaxed and slouched posture he had last night on the balcony. He didn't turn to her not even once, not a glance, nothing. And why would he anyway?

"Yes... yes... I'm here, Sasuke. Tonight is fine. I'll text you the address" Sakura hung up the phone. If only the stranger looked at her even for a second, she wouldn't jump on a date that she wasn't so sure she wanted.

But she learned something that day: the little pug had an id attached to his collar: Hatake Kakashi, with a number she didn't get to catch.

Haruno Sakura, finally Kakashi knew the girl's name who from yesterday was plaguing his mind confusing him as no woman has ever done before. Such a sweet name for such a bold woman, and somehow it was perfect once he repeated it once and again to himself. He knew now not only her name but that she also liked her coffee black and seemed to be always in a rush. Kakashi was slowly and painfully starting to put together the puzzle that the pink-haired girl represented in his mind. He was not a man who believed in love at first sight but somehow, for the first time, he felt as if he was actually in love, as crazy and stupid as that could sound. He was acting like a child because, far from being content with the fact of learning her name, he decided it was a good idea to follow her path. An attitude he had only witnessed in movies and tv shows where casualties and unexpected events turned out into happily ever after endings. Happy endings that he found ridiculous and hardly believable, even more so considering the history of his last relationship and his long list of later dates that ended in nothingness.

However, and against his better judgment, he was walking towards the park in the direction of Sakura.

Sakura. When had he decided to start calling her by her name? Kakashi felt he had the advantage of knowing something that instead she didn't and would give him the possibility of tracking her down later. Still, he wasn't willing to wait to arrive home and go to his computer and start looking for her over the internet as his students did with him.

Kakashi arrived near the spot where Sakura was seated, looking at the sun with her eyes closed and relaxed features, coffee in hand. What was she thinking about? Kakashi took a good look at her: she was nothing extraordinary. None of his friends would ever lay eyes on her. If he had to be honest, the girl he had gone out with last night was far more attractive and sensual than Sakura, but nevertheless, the pink-haired woman had an intrinsic glow that made her painfully beautiful. She was subtle. She seemed strong, but he couldn't help but see a hint of vulnerability in her at the same time. Kakashi still couldn't completely eradicate the vices of the trade: reading people. Sakura was imposing in her own way, but something told her that the girl was not entirely happy, that she was not satisfied with her life. Why did she live in that small room as a teenager? Why was he so obsessed with the need of knowing more about her? It was clear now that everything was far from the sexy session from last night. Or maybe it was because of it. How someone that can do what she did last night now could look absolutely different and delicious on such different levels.

Kakashi knew at that very exact moment that he was screwed. He had fallen prey to a spell and wasn't going to be able to escape from it, so the best thing was to approach and talk to Haruno Sakura for the first time without thinking about what he was going to do or say.

What Kakashi didn't expect was to take a glimpse of the conversation she was having on the phone, and instead of proceeding with his plan, he just walked in front of Sakura without looking at her as if nobody were sitting there, and for the first time in what would be many more to come, that hurt.

The night came fast for Kakashi that Saturday after walking through the city and the park. And after a long shower, he was ready to go to bed and watch some movies while correcting his student's essays which he was sure would be horrible. The kids these days had nothing in their heads but sex. And maybe so did he.

An aking feeling raised to his chest, remembering his neighbour's conversation on the phone. Most likely, it was a friend, a girl to talk to, a cousin, or perhaps a sister. He had no reason to suspect that it was another man. However, a bitter taste rose and fell in his throat: jealousy. Deep inside, he knew that it was a date, and instead of leaving it as it was and preserving himself for the horrible moment, he decided that the place to correct his student's works was the balcony accompanied by a bottle of scotch.

As expected, Sakura was there, in her small room accompanied by a man with black hair, a handsome young man who took her by the waist with one hand and with the other began to undo her blouse.

Kakashi punished himself not only for behaving like a pervert but also for submitting to watch how another man was putting his hands on the girl he had barely met but felt terribly attracted to and even almost in love with.

Moron.

Kakashi was starting to count the times that watching Sakura hurt, and in just one day, this one was the second one. What was wrong with him? He only hoped for her not to notice him, but a third time of hurt was coming because she did, and finally, Sakura closed the curtains and disappeared from his view.

Kakashi didn't move from the balcony. He stood there. He deserved his luck, not only for being as stupid as to fall for an unknown neighbour but to suffer for her. He was Hatake Kakashi, and he would have any girl he wanted, he just needed it to make some calls, but he didn't. Kakashi just took the papers and kept correcting grammar and spelling mistakes and making his students fail out of anger and frustration.

Sorry for the late update! I hope you enjoy this chapter. Don't worry my dears, They both are going to meet again, but what is life and love without a bit of pain. I hardly recommend you to listen to Pulp's song. I mean, really recommend you to listen to Pulp.
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