Broken Hearts will mend Part II:
Kakashi never asked for the blanket back. Sakura was too shy to return it, and it remained in her room. She kept it on her bed and always kept it wrapped closest to her body as she slept. The scent of Kakashi was embedded in it; she felt as if he was closer when it was around her shoulders.
A week passed after the incident with Sasuke. He treated her as he had always done before the incident, with minimal acknowledgement of her presence. He passed her on the street with a slight smile and a hello, nothing more. Sakura was confused by this, as the harshness of his response had given her the impression that he hated her.
But Sakura never pondered this much. Her mind was stuck on that one event that occurred in the snowy woods. When in a torrent of tears and sobs, Kakashi had held her, whispered such sweet things to her. When Kakashi had aroused such feelings in her heart, such feelings that she had never felt before. Feelings he never intended to inspire.
Oh, this new feeling…A journal lay in her room. She had picked it up in a small shop on a whim earlier, but originally had no intention of using it. In the past week, she had scribbled out love letters and silly little notes like a school girl who had a crush on the cute boy in her class. His name was scrawled in awkward tiny letters across the inside cover. She had only recently started on a portrait of him. Without question, her drawing was better then her handwriting. The very likeness of him was reflected; even in the gestural lines, his face…it could be seen in this rough form…
Being certain and being in love are two different things. Certainty is almost a guarantee; love is never that way.
Which is why Sakura never could feel confident enough to approach her teacher. How was she supposed to know if Kakashi would feel the same way? His emotions were usually so closely guarded; it was hard to tell what he really thought or how he felt at any given moment. So she could never tell by his actions.
Sakura sat in the tea house, thinking, mulling over her feelings. How fast they had changed…or maybe they had always been that way and she's never really known. She could've lied to herself all this time, and even smothered her feelings for Kakashi… just…it was so confusing…
She turned her attention to the diary in front of her. The page was filled with her tiny yet childish scrawl, constructing long and intimate details she would've otherwise hidden. Her pen scratched across the paper as her Bancha tea grew cold. Another love letter, another unsent love letter, which would never leave her diary. It was the fifth one that day. And they were words that never be read by anyone, save herself. 'It wasn't like I could send them to Kakashi-sensei,' she thought as the words flowed through her hand and to her paper. 'He'd never return my feelings.'
She sighed. "Even if he did feel the same," she whispered to herself, "it would be inappropriate for him to act on it. He is my teacher, and he'd never go against that." She continued the letter, with such beautiful words of a young child, no, a young woman, in love with a man whom she felt could never be hers. Social decency demanded it.
Sighing again, she continued to her letter. A soft voice from behind said, "Hello Sakura."
She froze, her hands covering the page. She turned her head and blushed at what she saw. Behind her stood Kakashi, shirtless and smiling. Though not exactly what would be called "ripped", she noticed he had well toned pecs and flat abs. He must've been training before he came, as his torso was glistening with perspiration. 'Such a soft, kind smile…,' Sakura thought, trying to keep her eyes off of his beautiful upper body. Her face flushed as she failed to do so.
"H-hello, Kakashi-sensei," she stuttered. "How are you doing?" "ugh, was that best I could come up with,' Sakura thought. Her brain raced as Kakashi sat down at the same table.
He wiped the sweat from his face and continued, "Hmm, Naruto has gotten faster, so much better then when he started out under me."
"Yeah, he's been training double for the longest time. He still thinks he can become Hokage." Sakura struggled to keep her face from going to fuchsia.
"So he's keeping busy. As I notice you've been, too." Kakashi smiled as he pointed at the journal in front of Sakura.
She looked down and then quickly shut it with a snap. "Oh that's nothing, nothing at all. Just a stupid diary, nothing important." 'He's gotta be suspicious now.' She thought, lowering her eyes so she wouldn't have to keep looking at Kakashi's unclad torso.
"It's a way to keep yourself occupied. As long as you're still keeping your skills from growing rusty, of course," he grinned and closed his eyes.
"Y-yeah, of course." Her face got evermore tinged red.
He stood up, so soon after stopping. "Well, I must get going. I just stopped to see how you were doing." Kakashi started to leave, but stopped and put a hand on her shoulder. Sakura's cheeks went from light pink to a near crimson.
"It's good to see you're doing well." His voice was ever so kind and gentle. "Take care. See you around, Sakura." He smashed her hand in her hair and mussed it up.
Sakura just sat there after Kakashi left. She stared at the cover of her journal. She couldn't move; she didn't want to. It was definite. She no longer had any doubt in her mind.
She loved Kakashi…She loved him more then she had ever 'loved' Sasuke…
"I love you…Kakashi-s…sama…Kakashi…chan…" A whisper, barely audible slipped from her lips.
She took a sip of her tea to calm herself. 'Ick, cold tea…'
Kakashi took the long way home. It wasn't like he had anything better to do. It would be at least another month before the next chapter of "Come Come Paradise" hit stores. Normally, this would've got to him. He loved "Come Come Paradise". But he found his mind preoccupied, constantly drifting to a certain young girl…no, young woman. It would be inappropriate to refer to her as if she were a child. Sakura was grown up now.
Why did she fill all his thoughts lately? He had actually been so distracted by her invasion of his innermost thoughts, that he nearly was outrun by Naruto during a foot race. Her face during the moment when she had collapsed against him was stuck in replay; Sakura had always seemed so strong before. But it was that singular slap…that singular moment…dealt by one she loved…it had broken her steel like shell that protected her emotions from the world around.
Her tears, her face, the red mark on her cheek, these images fueled a new feeling in him, a new desire he couldn't comprehend. He hadn't felt anything like this…ever before…it burned inside of him…
'Finally, home,' he thought as he reached for the door. He walked into the rat hole he called his home, granted a rat hole had more in it. He sighed at the empty room as he trudged to his bedroom.
"Another empty room," Kakashi sighed.
But he saw that it wasn't empty. From beneath the sheet, he saw young slender body. A pale back curved at the trunk, meeting with ample hips. Her side rose with each breath, a quiet, melancholy breath. Tresses of pink hair ran shoulder length and over her shoulders. Tossing over to her other side, Kakashi realized…
"Sakura?" His eyes shot wide open, his face grew hot and his knees weak.
Her eyes opened a little. A smile crossed her face as she arose, wrapping the sheet around her. "Mmm, Kakashi… please…" Standing in front of him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, the sheet falling down. Kakashi's pulse quickened, nervousness set in on him.
"Sakura what are you doing?"
Sakura leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Take me, Kakashi-sama…"
"Yaah!" Kakashi flew forward. Cold sweat soaked his shirt and his heart raced like it would burst out of his chest.
He was in his house, sitting in his chair. The latest chapter of "Come Come Paradise" lay on his stomach. It was open to a very steamy scene in which the protagonist finds his love interest, laying in his bed, covered only in the sheet on the bed.
Kakashi got up and went into his bedroom, half expecting to see the naked chunin under the top sheet of his bed. He threw open the door and saw…
Nothing.
His bed was empty. Still the way it had been when he left it this morning, the sheet pulled up, the pillow fluffed and unused.
"That's it," he whispered to himself. "No more ramen after 10 pm."
Authors note: Yeah, this takes place about two years after the series. Kakashi isn't molesting her…it's called statutory…sorry, I know, I'm going to hell for this… ha ha…
My little sister (she's not really my sister, not by blood anyways) is gonna kill me for pairing up Kakashi and Sakura
Hope you enjoy this chapter. See ya in chapter three!
Jude