Sudeki da ne? Chapter 6
A/N:This chapter... oh this chapter... is like, my fav ever. So much fun and..and..Oh my its so good.
PS: Forgive my mistakes, I didn't go over this one. n.n''
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She was in darkness. Every direction was a vast chasm of nothingness. One would panic in such a situation, however she was feeling perfectly calm. She called out ahead. No answer. She tried again, this time facing another way. Still nothing but the dissolving echoes of her own cries. Fear began to build up in the pit of her stomach. Was she alone? And then, he emerged. Behind her was the smiling form of her colleague, her friend, her love.
"Sasuke!" She cried out, feeling so relieved that she really wasn't abandoned, and he out of all people saved her from the darkness and brought her back to the light.
"Sakura..." He continued chanting her name, like a chorus to a love song, and reached out for her to come to him. Immediately she ran into his arms, only to be restrained and thrown to the floor. The boy was no longer what he appeared to be, and his face transformed into one of a beast; blackness consuming all of him but the blood red eyes of the sharingan.
"This is what you want!" Malicious laughter sounded all around, and she screamed in agony as a force started crushing her deeper into the ground.
And Sakura Haruno awoke from her dream.
There was a knock at the front door. She didn't budge. For at that moment, she felt extremely ill. The couch that was placed under her, that very same piece of furniture, was there when Sasuke had tried to rape her posing as their own sensei. He would have succeeded, if not for Kakashi himself intruding. Not matter how many times she washed the fabric, the memory would never fade away. The feeling of being completely helpless; doomed even. How she longed to forget. And for that, she wanted to throw-up.
Another knock sounded at the door. Sakura blinked out of her trance and picked herself up. Slowly she shuffled across the living room floor and stood on her toes to look through the peephole. A smile picked at her lips. There, slouched on the wall in front of the door, was the silver haired pervert. With one hand leisurely in his pocket, he waved at her in a sort of greeting. She wondered how he could even tell she was looking at him.
She was already feeling better.
After entering, Kakashi glanced around the dimly lit apartment. It was small, but spotless. To the right was the kitchen, clean and white. Following that, there was a narrow hallway, leading to the bathroom and the girl's bedroom. He walked over to the steel blue sofa, sat down and kicked his feet up.
"Kakashi, what are you doing?"
"Hmm, nothing much." He reached into his pocket and dug out another edition of Icha Icha Paradise. Opening it up to page 200, he starts to read. This part of the story could come in handy, as the main character was shopping for his loved one's birthday. Sakura's was just around the corner. However, getting something 'inappropriate' wouldn't be a smart move. So he might have to turn to another source for ideas.
The girl threw her arms up in defeat and sighed. "Do you want something--"
"Tea."
"Yes, sir." She stomped off into the kitchen. It was open to the living room, so it didn't exactly cover her mumbles and complaints from the man seated just a few feet away. He lowered his book just a bit to have a listen.
"Now where's that stupid kettle... Ah! There it is. I haven't made this stuff in a while..." After filling up the kettle and placing it on the stove, she began lightly tapping a box of instant herbal tea while waiting. "Who does he think he is anyways? Showing up for tea..." She glanced up at the wall clock above her. "...at almost midnight!"
The kettle whistled, so she began to pour the water into two mugs; one for herself and the other for her 'guest'. Being her clumsy self, she missed the cup entirely and ended up pouring the boiling liquid on her hand. She cussed loudly and ran the skin under some cool water from the tap. Judging by how hot it was, her hand was going to be sore for the next few days.
Next, she went to put away the kettle, but her arm hit it and all of it's excess contents spilled all over the floor. To prevent singeing her feet, she jumped up on at counter, nearly tipping over the two glasses of tea. Kakashi almost fell off the couch laughing, getting a glare from the girl in distress across the room.
"Bastard, come help me! This was all for your bloody tea!"
"Hoh?" He raised an eyebrow and picked up his book. "This bastard is busy. Your just going to have to wait until that cools down." He laughs even harder at the girls pouting face, but gets up none the less. She stops him while pointing at the tiled floor below her.
"It's still hot."
"Doesn't matter." He said, looking down at his feet. "Still wearing shoes."
"Kakashi, your supposed to take them off at the door."
"Alright, but that means I'm not coming to save you." Turning towards the door, he pauses for her reaction.
"N-No!"
"See? Wearing shoes in houses come in handy." He walks through the puddle easily, and reaches out his arms to the girl. She abruptly jumps on to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. When safely back in the living room, Sakura releases a sigh of relief. Such a big fuss over a little amount of water. The man places a hand reassuringly on her shoulder.
"Be more careful next time, neh?"
"I think you should make the tea from now on."
"Agreed. But don't forget about your other responsibilities."
"Other responsibilities?"
"Cleaning that up."
"Yeah, I guess—Oh, Kakashi..." It turns out he had dirt on his shoes, and that plus water equals a mess on the kunoichi's perfect beige rug. Deciding not to make it such a big deal, she goes into the hall. Seconds later she appears with mop in hand and determination to clean everything. Kakashi was already back on the couch reading, but he did kick his shoes off at the door.
"Get your feet off the table."
"Mhm."
The kitchen was clean, and Sakura felt great. She always was a neat freak, and seeing a spotless home was the reward for cleaning all day. Now all she had to do was great rid of those muddy foot prints scattered around the living room floor. However, she had a guest so it must wait. She returned to the sitting area with the warmed up cups of tea, sat down beside the man and pushed his feet off the coffee table. It wasn't a surprise he didn't listen.
"Kakashi." Placing a mug in front of him, she waited until she had his full attention before continuing. "Why are you here?" Suddenly, she was terrified. Was he the real Kakashi? It had to be. Sasuke wouldn't dare try to pull the same thing he did months ago. Their sensei would never let him get close enough.
"I forgot."
She gave him a solid stare and he scratched his head while placing Icha Icha Paradise down. They sat in silence. The jounin took a sip of tea and then took off his mask. Sakura suddenly felt shy and dropped her eyes to look at her feet. That, she wasn't expecting.
"I thought you wanted to see my face, judging on what you said this afternoon."
"I just..."
"And at dinner."
"I didn't mean to!" She stood up. "I was annoyed. I wasn't thinking right!"
"Oh? Your not my girlfriend?"
"Well...I..." The girl was completely dumbfounded. Again, she wasn't expecting that kind of reaction from him. The thought of being his girlfriend was quite a shock, seeing how they don't really behave like a couple. Or do they?
For her age, Sakura was short and when the jounin stood up, she felt small and helpless. He at once noticed the burn on her hand, and reached for it.
"Does it hurt?"
"N-Not really--" She held her breath as he brought the skin to his lips and kissed it softly. It began to feel warm, as he was channeling his own chakra into the injury. Sakura was blushing uncontrollably, and for the first time, she saw Kakashi's smile.
"There, all better." He bent over and kissed her on the lips, gentle and quick, then pulling away to study her expression. With the little time she had to react, she wanted more and so she pulled him in closer.
"Are you sure you want this?"
"If I didn't wouldn't I be pushing you away?" She smiled. Just asking that question made her feel completely comfortable with the man in front of her. There was no way Sasuke would ask that. The real Kakashi was there, and she had him all to herself. Their lips met once again, this time more passionately. They were about to continue on the couch when...
"Sakura, this is an emergency! Don't be naked, I'm coming in!" A man bolted through the front door, giving no time for the couple to separate. He saw something that was a bit worse then the girl being naked. "Oh my—eh... sorry... I, uh, should of knocked..." It was Iruka, out of breath and scared shitless. He started backing up when Kakashi raised his hand.
"What is it?" He got up off of Sakura, who was lying on the couch flustered and zoned out, and walked over to his fellow sensei.
"N-Nothing, really!" And the brunette ran out the door. Kakashi sighed and slipped on his shoes. He looked over to the girl who was still trying to recollect herself. "I'll be right back."
The silver haired jounin didn't have any trouble catching up with Iruka, for the poor guy was out of breath and ended up collapsing on a bench outside the apartment building. It was pitch black, even the moon had hidden itself within the darkness. Luckily, there was a nearby street light casting a ray of light over the sensei. Kakashi sat down beside him.
"Yo."
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
"It doesn't matter." He shrugged. "They'll find out sooner or later."
"Your okay with that?"
"Mhm."
"And I thought you liked guys..."
"That was a long time ago."
"You think having a relationship with a student is any easier?"
"Sounds like someone's jealous."
"I-I am not jealous! I just don't want you getting hurt."
"Funny how you said that when you dumped me."
"I...well..." Iruka shifted in his seat, not meeting the stare of the man beside him. "Why don't you have your mask on?"
"Why else?"
"You could of put it back on--"
"Why did you go to Sakura's place?"
"N-No reason!" He abruptly got up and ran off without another word, leaving Kakashi alone in the cold. He remembered that day when Iruka left him. It was mid-winter, yet it wasn't snowing that one afternoon. The words that escaped the brunette's lips were the same ones he had spoken not moments ago. 'I just don't want you getting hurt'. He was hurt, but it was expected. He seems to fall in love the wrong people.
The jounin slowly went back to Sakura's apartment and found her on her hands and knees scrubbing away at one of the numerous footprints found around the room. He knocked on the wall to get her attention. She glanced up, her face still a shade of red.
"Let's go."
"Go where?" She stood up and brushed herself off. She still had a lot of cleaning to do.
"Training."
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I was told that I started using present tense half way through ((AGAIN)) but you know, im lazy and dont want to go back and fix it. SO TOO BAD FOR YOU :D deal with it, and if i get any messages complaining about it, i will get angry. You can read it and understand it, yes? Then no prob.