Sakura knew it wasn't the time for what she was thinking. She was a doctor, a professional, and she was not going to take advantage of her unconscious ex-teacher. He was injured, lying in her bed after she had healed him since he once again had refused to go to the hospital, and she was staring at him through the doorway as he slept like some creep.

She wouldn't take advantage of the situation.

She wouldn't.

Silently cursing she slowly and stealthily made her way to the bed, freezing every time Kakashi breathed for fear of waking him up. Finally after the excruciatingly long trip over the six footsteps that separated the bed and the door she was beside him and looking down at him.

She shouldn't be doing this. She should turn around and go back into her kitchen and try some other time when he wasn't out cold after having been seriously injured.

She shouldn't be doing this.

Holding her breath desperately she reached out slowly, biting her bottom lip as she lightly touched the mask that covered his face, rolling her eyes up to the ceiling as she sent out a prayer for guidance.

Hoping that this wouldn't somehow turn on her she closed her eyes and slipped the mask down.

Nothing happened. There was no curse enacted, no Kakashi waking up and grabbing her so that he could kill her. None of the terrible things she had been imagining happened, so she peeled one eye open to peek down at Kakashi's newly revealed face.

The first thing she noticed was that there wasn't a tan line, and that was a strange first thought. But even after diligently keeping his face covered for years his skin was all the same smooth and even tone, which was pretty puzzling. But then she stopped focusing on that one stupid fact and she saw his face.

His nose was straight and even, the angles of his face smooth. His lips were slightly on the thin side and the skin was unmarred but for the scar that slashed through his left eye and led over onto his cheek. He was young looking, not a wrinkle on his face even after the stressful life he had led.

He was handsome. If they had been strangers passing each other on the street she would have had to take another look, perhaps sending a flirting smile his way before leaving. She would have been tempted had she not known who he was. Had he not been her ex-teacher, she really would have been tempted.

But she knew who he was and she understood the uncrossable boundaries of their relationship so she simply ignored that tempting little warmth in her gut and slipped the mask back in place, stepping backwards until she was finally out of the suffocating room.

She just had won the bet she had with Naruto over who would see Kakashi's face first, but for some strange reason she just didn't want to tell the other boy. It wasn't that she was possessive about it, there was just no way that that would be even remotely possible.

Was it because he wasn't hiding an atrociously ugly face like she had said? The only remotely ugly thing about his face was his scar, but even that refused to take away from anything. It only gave him a dashing air, like a rakish pirate or a bandit.

She tried to shake those silly thoughts out of her head –she really had to stop reading those ridiculous romances- and instead started making a sandwich, hoping that food would get her mind off of how much she wanted to see Kakashi's face again. Taking a vicious bite that puffed her cheeks out slightly and left little dabs of mayonnaise on her lip she glared out the window above the sink.

"Sakura." She whirled around at the sound of his voice, her cheeks still stuffed with the bite of sandwich she had now forgotten all about so that she looked something like a pink haired chipmunk.

"Mmm?" She grunted, quickly swallowing as her cheeks flushed with mortification. "I mean… Kakashi, what are you doing up? If you don't stop getting up before you're all the way healed I'll have to start forcing you to go to the hospital instead of coming over here. I won't be able to heal your stupidity if this keeps up, you know."

He slipped his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels, his eyes crinkling up into a smile. Sakura caught herself wondering what his face looked like when he smiled and reigned herself in lest Kakashi somehow figure it all out.

"You know," He said conversationally, "That might be a good idea."

She blinked at the man who had seemingly and suddenly gotten over his aversion to hospital. "Huh?"

"Yeah. At least at the hospital no one peels back my mask when they think I'm unconscious because they're all professionals there." Sakura blinked at him again before once again answering him gracefully and articulately: "Huh?"

He continued to smile at her and Sakura could practically feel how he was restraining his laughter. Laughter because he knew what she had done to him earlier.

She just couldn't figure out how he knew. Had he only been pretending to be asleep while she had done it? If so, why had he let her see his face? Why hadn't he tried to stop her? What was he planning?

He tugged slightly at his mask, not bothering to mask the laughter from his voice, mocking her. "My mask was crooked. Really Sakura, I thought Tsunade and I had trained you better than that." Her face flushed until it became a red that it battled the tomato she had put on the sandwich in her hand as a result of her being completely mortified and embarrassed that she had been so careless as to get caught.

Seeing the look on her face Kakashi made a strangled sound that quickly formed into full blown laughter. Her face flushed an impossibly deeper and brighter red as he walked out of her apartment, fully healed and laughing at her all the way.

This was just because in all the fics I've written Sakura has never had a reaction to Kakashi's face, and there would have had to have been something earlier on. I was going to put it in Secret Lover, but there just wasn't any room. So you got this ity-bity little thing.

Kathy seems to have, once again, gone somewhere I can't find, so that's the reason for this chapter and the last one, though I was happier with the last one.

TTFN, Ta-Ta for now! (Happy monkey points for anyone who gets that reference!)