Yay. A kakasaku fic.

I've been thinking about starting this for a very long time, and the idea just wouldn't leave me alone, so I just decided to write it out.

This will definitely become a long story; I can already feel it, so just giving you a heads-up for some of the readers who don't like long stories, so.

Enjoy.


"O-Ohayo, Sakura-chan."

My head turned wearily to the voice, pearl eyes instantly meeting mine.

"Ah, oyasuminasai, Hinata…" My voice gradually faded as my pink hair-covered head fell to the desk with little elegance.

I could see her worried face slightly through my pink locks, my mouth informing a slight smile at what a great friend she was.

"Gomen nasai, Sakura-chan. I know you're not much of a morning person, b-but," Her face went red as her pupil-less eyes looked downcast. "I really wanted you here…t-to h-help me-"

My head rose slowly as I interrupted her, my eyes now closed and my hand shaking back and forth and excusing manner.

"Don't worry about, Hinata-chan. I know how important today is to you. I mean," I rose slightly out of my seat to slink my arm around her shoulder, my mouth next to her ear to whisper. "You're goin' to confess to Naru-chan, ne?"

She 'eeped' slightly, my face spreading to a grin as I leaned back into my seat as her face turned a beet red, almost falling out of her chair at my nickname for the blond-haired idiot.

I shook my head, my mid-back length hair swaying from the movement. It was just too easy sometimes…

The soft, unconfident voice returned. "But… what if he…r-rejects me?" Her black bangs covered her eyes, her bottom lip quivering as her fingers twiddled with each other.

My eyes widened, but I just smirked. "Che. If he even mutters the word 'no,' I'll kick his ass!" My thumb jabbed into my chest with tough energy. "Don't worry about it, though. That baka's too stupid to try anything like that. He likes you, Hinata."

Her head shot up, and her face became soft as she smiled "Domo arigato gozaimasu, Sakura."

"No prob-" but my words were cut short as more students poured into the originally quiet classroom.

Che. This is why I always skipped classes.

They stared and whispered, hissed rumors and curious questions beneath their hands as they pointed noticeably at me.

I was a Yankee. A bad girl. A gang leader. It was expected.

I remember when I first joined Akatsuki.

It was rough, the first day. I was tested, by being beat up until no recognition, with the exception of my pale pink hair. I was twelve at the time, thoroughly mad at life and the people in the world, which helped me develop my tough attitude and lack of comforting emotions.

That's where I met Sasuke.

He was Itachi's brother- both brothers I came to consider as family as well. At first I didn't like Sasuke. He had a stick-up-his-ass like attitude, and I originally came to believe that his vocabulary had only contained as much as ten words.

But then I got to know him more.

His struggles with his parents' deaths (surprisingly like me), his brother, who at that time barely talked to him.

The constant jealousy for other kids, who had parents, unlike us.

We became to like each other like siblings.

Bu then I started my own gang, while still with the Akatsuki.

Kazuki.

All the members bared the kanji, 'those who fight with one, fight with all' on their left forearm.

My gang was serious, and not just for play.

I know I've dug myself a really deep grave, but it's too late now to get out.

I've realized that the hard way.

The crowd of students started to thin as they sat in their seats or gathered around their friends' to chat with ease until the sensei entered.

Lucky for them, that lazy ass was never early nor on time.

"Hmph. Look who decided to bless me with their presence, Hinata." I scowled at the pale blond advancing towards me, her red-haired pet just behind her.

"Well. Look at who decides to show up this morning, Karin. Ugh, and I thought I wouldn't have to see that ugly forehead blocking my way in this class."

"Well, that face of hers did always wake me fully up, Ino." They both smirked.

I frowned, and my emerald eyes hardened and darkened in color. Fear was etched onto Hinata's face, but not fear for me, or her.

Fear for Ino.

"You better watch what you say, Kobayashi, Yamanaka. You might end up with little ugly faces yourselves. And not from my hands." I hissed in their faces, all voices stopping from me standing up.

Their amused faces quickly melted from their faces, their eyes filled with fear, but their eyes brows clenched and their lips pursed. Ino was the first one to react.

"Hmph. Let's go, Karin."

Maybe that will set her straight. But I know it won't. No matter what I do, that girl still comes back for more threats.

But I've never sent my gang on her.

Because, I may not like her, but inside, I still think of her has my best friend from eight years ago.

Hinata, who I guessed had been holding her breath the whole time, sighed in relief, a smile present on her face.

"That wasn't so b-bad was it?"

I smiled and gave her a thumbs-up. "Don't worry 'bout it. Today feels like a good day anyways-"

The door slid noisily open, and students quickly rushed to their seats as he entered.

Too early to speak, wasn't I?

"Sorry students for being late, it seems as I was driving to school, a- ah, Haruno. What a pleasant surprise."

His left eye crinkled, indicating his smile.

I however, was not.

I was glaring with quite the intensity.

At him.

"Would you please take your seat? Or would you like to put on a little performance for us this morning? Hm?"

My teeth showed and my glare intensified as the small sniggers and quiet giggling reverberated around the room.

Asshole.

My sat down heavily in my chair, my arms crossed as I looked out the window with a huff. "Urusai and teach already. I didn't come to this class for no reason, baka."

Most people would be scolded and deeply chastised for using such a rough tone with a very well-known sensei. But such banter between and him was common in this class, and he didn't seem to mind.

"Hai, hai. But please see me after-school, Haruno, about your absences."

What a lie.

But it worked every time.

"Whatever."

A sigh drifted out of his masked face. "Now. Class, please open your books to page 37 for…"

I tuned out his smooth, velvet voice, which would have been hard for most of the girl population in the school, which had quite a noticeable crush on the surprisingly handsome teacher.

I didn't though.

Because it wasn't a crush I had on him.

"Haruno."

His book patted my head swiftly.

I grunted in annoyance. "What?"

"Pay attention."

Because…

I glared as he smiled with his eye.

I was in love with him.

"Yes, Hatake-sensei."

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Lunch was okay, I guess.

Hinata and I sat underneath a tree in the school courtyard, me cross-legged while she sat with her legs folded underneath her, due to the shortness of her knee-length skirt. Lucky for me, I didn't have to worry about such nuisances, due to my ankle-long skirt.

Before I knew it, the teme and dobe were plopped down in the grass across from us.

"Yo." My hand raised in greeting to the two, my mouth currently full of curry pan.

"Anone, anone! Guess what Sakura-chan?"

My eyes widened when Naruto wrapped his arm around Hinata's waist and pulled her to his hip, even though she blushed furiously.

"Me and Hinata-chan are going out!"

I swallowed the rest of my pan in a hurry as Sasuke raised his eyebrow in curiosity. "Eh? When did you ask him, Hinata?"

"D-D-During class."

"Ah, congratulations. Didn't I tell you there was nothing to worry about?"

She smiled in thanks.

"Hn. Amazing. I never thought anyone would hook up with someone as annoying as you, dobe."

"Teme!"

"Dobe."

"Teme!"

As they continued, I grinned at my black-haired friend as she laughed in joy and amusement.

"Ah, chikusho!" I cursed, my hand reaching for my bag and wrapper as I wearily stood up with an annoyed sigh. "Sorry Hinata, but I gotta go. See ya!"

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I ran into the building and up the stairs, my breathing allowing along with my feet as I halted to a walk.

I realized I didn't want to face him.

Not now.

Not ever.

But I was going to have to sooner or later, so mine as well get it over with.

That didn't mean, though, that I wasn't going to take my time.

But, before I knew it, I was outside his office door.

Hatake Kakashi.

I knocked on the door.

"Come in."

My hands, I realized as they pushed the door open, were clammy.

He was at his desk, his back slouched, a pen present in his hand. He seemed to be working on something, but I knew him well enough that he was just in deep thought.

"Ah, so you decided to show up. I was worried about what happened to you."

My face was blank. "I ate lunch."

His eye was crinkled. "Mm. I see."

"What do you want?" I tried my best to hide the nervousness in my voice, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"Ah, relax Sakura. Didn't I tell you earlier? We're only here to discuss your absences from-"

"Uso."

There was silence, but it was finally broken by a deep chuckle.

"Things never get pass you, do they, Sakura?"

He stood up, grabbed his coat and keys and walked out the door. He was obviously settling for routine. No arguing. No talking. No explanations.

And, to my horror, I felt like sticking to routine as well.

Although, I knew nothing was going to get solved this way.

"Let's go, shall we?

"Aa."

I sat in the passenger seat of his car, uncomfortable, tense, and hugging my bag, as if it was going to protect from all outside forces. Which, it unfortunately did not.

My silver-haired teacher decided to break the silence. "What have you been up to these days, anways?"

That irked me. "What do you care?"

His eyebrow rose. "What do you mean? I always worry about your wellbeing –"

"Bullshit. I know you don't give a shit about-"

"That's not true!"

His words came out in an angry shout, his face contorted into a scowl. His hands gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.

I swallowed. Hard.

Did he…

Did he really care about me?

The rest of the trip to his apartment was in an awkward silence.

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As he opened the door and locked it, I decided examine the area.

It was the same as before, nothing seemed out of place as usual. The place was still as Spartan as the last time I came: no picture hung on the white walls, no decorations littered the place.

My thoughts were pushed as large, cold hands planted themselves on my waist. I felt pressure on the back of my neck, as well as breath upon my ear.

"Will you -"My breath hitched as his fingers moved to meet each other in the middle and connect, pulling me to his hard chest. "-Stay with me tonight?"

All my anger towards him immediately vanished as his thin lips pressed themselves to the side of my neck.

And, as predicted, I gave the same answer as I always gave every time he pulled me into his small home for comfort.

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"…of course, Kakashi."

I guess sometimes routine just can't be helped.


Ohayo-Good morning

Oyasuminasai- Good night

Gomen nasai-I'm sorry

Baka-idiot

Domo arigato gozaimasu- Thank you very much

Urusai-Shut up

Hai-yes

Teme-bastard

Dobe-dead last

Chikusho-Damn it

Uso-Liar

Ya.

That was hard. I kinda rushed at the end, if you didn't notice, but I was tired of having stuff uncompleted on my computer, so…

- numexi.