Title: Mistake
Author: Winter Ashby (rosweldrmr)
Disclaimer: Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto & Challenge © kakasakudrabble at LiveJournal
Rating: M
Word Count: 500 - exactly!
Summary: Sakura would fantasize about seeing Kakashi again. (Sakura & Kakashi)
Authors Notes: Week 23 Theme: Mistake. Sorry about all the vomit, I was dead sick when I wrote this. And Yamato's first appearance in one of my fics! Yay

It was a mistake.

Sakura rolled over onto her side and threw up on the wood floor. Her head was throbbing and she felt like she had cotton in her mouth.

The sun was bright and hurt her face. She squinted through the curtain of her pink hair just over her bare shoulder.

There, twisted in unfamiliar sheets was a pillow and a body.

A man's body, she noted the slight hints of a bare chest on his left side where the sheet was pulled away. There were scars nicked all down the exposed skin. She looked back up at the pillow that covered the man's face. Her heart raced, and she felt sick again.

Don't be him, don't be him.

She could just make out the streaks of silver hair against the white sheets.

Sakura threw up again.

She had no idea how she ended up there. She vaguely recalled Naruto convincing her to go out to a bar. There might have been some karaoke involved, she wasn't sure. Although, she thought she remembered Kakashi offering to walk her home.

Looks like we didn't quite make it.

Tentatively, Sakura lifted the sheets. It wasn't that much of a surprise that she was naked, but still, she turned bright red and pulled the sheets around herself. She scanned the room and found her clothes in a pile in the corner. Not only hers… she recognized the dark blue jumper and green flack jacket.

Well of course he's naked too.

"Sensei?" She whispered and watched his body carefully for any sign of movement. There was nothing. Just even, slow, breathing.

So she slid from the covers and tiptoed, naked, to the corner. She dressed in a hurry, forgetting to bind her breasts or look for her underwear. Her hair was mussed and her clothes were rumpled.

She'd never slept with a man, and as far as she was concerned, she still hadn't.

Does it count if you can't remember?

She slipped into the bathroom and removed a towel from under the sink. It was strained and torn. She used it to silently wipe up her vomit and rinsed it in the bathtub. By the time she was done, the sun was high in the sky. Kakashi still hadn't moved. She wasn't sure if he was faking it or not.

Sakura decided she didn't care as she made her way for the door. Once she got there, she backed out slowly and shut it without taking her eyes off Kakashi.

"Sakura, what are you doing here?" Yamato stood a few feet behind her. She spun around and nearly burst with embarrassment.

"Yamato-taichou! This isn't what it looks like!" she immediately waved her hands in front of her face, like it would distract him.

"I see."

"Don't tell anyone, please." She pleaded as she backed away and then ran all the way home.

"Kakashi-sempai, how could you?" Yamato shook his head scornfully.

"It was a mistake." Kakashi didn't sound the least bit sorry.