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A friend recently (today) pointed out that Kakashi must be a paedophile, as he was born in 1981, and is 28, but Sakura is 12, and born in 1999. That causes there to be a 16 year difference.

For the sake of this story, I'm going to create a rule:

Old Man Hokage doesn't care about age gaps in relationships. I know, I know, very OOC, but it's my story, so...

...Rant over.

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Ichi Ichi had lay forgotten on my lap, and I sat there, staring at Sakura Haruno. She wasn't mentally strong, and you couldn't see it physically – until she punched Naruto for being annoying – but she made up for it in intelligence. She saw more than she let on, which is why she's possibly famous with the younger students. And when I thought this, I thought of a question:

Did Sakura actually faint last night because of her crush on Sasuke, or was it because she'd hate anyone she cared about to get hurt?

Granted, he didn't seem to care about her, but she still cared for him.

I shook my head. Sakura had kissed me not 1 hour ago, so she must love – or, at least be crushing on – me. Meaning she was over Uchiha Sasuke. About time.

Sensei's weren't allowed face-to-face contact with their student's after 7pm, I decided to ask her a question. I mean, she had to have a computer, she must use it to store all her essays on. It was a requirement created by Old Man Hokage.

"Do you have an e-mail address?"

She sat up, nodding. "Yeah. You?" I nodded too.

"What is it?" Pulling out a pen, I opened up Ichi Ichi.

"Erm... my e-mail is SakuraHatake3 shinobinetwork . uk. What's yours, Sensei? Wait... why'd you write it in Ichi Ichi? If there's even a leaf sitting on it, you go nuts."

I smiled at her. "Because now I can never forget it." I watched, as she blushed heavily.

"I'm honoured, Sensei. What's your e-mail?"

I sighed. "IchiIchiObsessor2011 shinobinetwork .uk."

She started laughing, and I was entranced by it. "So predictable, Sensei."

I scowled for a bit, then brightened. "Go onto chat tonight at about 8:30pm."

Sakura's eyes widened. "But Sensei's can't have face-to-face contact after..." She trailed off. "Oh. Huh. Nice one, Kakashi Sensei."

I let silence wash over us for a bit, and then asked her question. "Why is your e-mail address SakuraHatake? How long have you had it? More importantly, has no one teased you about it?"

Sakura blushed lightly. "I've had it 6 months now, and it's like that because I was testing the two together, and it sounded right, so I had that as my e-mail. People do tease me, but only – mainly – Naruto and Sasuke. I don't have anyone else on my contacts."

I thought about her answer, detailed though it was. "Makes sense. I guess."

Sakura laid back down, and I moved to sit beside her, and not opposite, like before. Her stomach did either of the three things below:

Moaned

Groaned

Churned

Or, even more likely, all the above.

Well, whatever the reason, it was enough to make Sakura sit up, double over, and become scarily pale all in one. "Sakura?"

"Sakura?" I shook her gently. "Sakura? Hey, Sakura?" Okay, now, I don't get scared that easy, but now I was. Okay, calm, Kakashi. Calm.

Hang on. I was the Copy Nin. I didn't freak out when a student became deathly pale and not move for 3 minutes 33 seconds all in one. No, I dealt with it rationally, pushing my thoughts down.

I touched her face, then retracted it quickly. She was burning a fever. A whimper escaped her lips, and I whipped into action. Drawing in a breath, I yelled so loud that birds flew away several hundred yards away. "SASUKE,NARUTO! GET HERE NOW!"

Turning to Sakura, I laid her down, head in my lap. "Sssh... you're fine. You're fine. Sssh..."

Sakura whimpered once more, then shakily sat up. "No, Sakura. Lay back down. You need to lay down. You're ill."

Then, with determination that could surpass Naruto's, she stood up."I'm fine, Sensei. Just stomach cramps. Really." Sakura swayed, and I reached out to steady her.

"Yes... Sensei? We... got... here as fast... as we... could..." Naruto was panting, and Sasuke had worry written all over his face, though I could see him trying to quench it.

"Naruto, go and get someone from the First Aid department. Now. Sasuke, stay with me and help determine what is wrong. Now. Go." My voice was dangerously low, and Naruto's eyes widened, before running off.

Sasuke went over to Sakura, and guided her toward the ground gently. Her head was again in my lap. Sakura went to stand up again, but Sasuke pushed her down a little impatiently.

"Stay down, Sakura."

"Okay, so what happened Kakashi Sensei?"

"She got a stomach cramp, like she's been having all day, but she doubled over, and went deathly pale at the same time, breaking out in a light sweat."

Sasuke 'hmmm'ed. "When did she last eat? Sakura, when did you last eat?"

She looked up at Sasuke, her green eyes holding pain and fear. "I don't actually remember." Sasuke and I shot each other a look that said one thing: Oh shit.

"Then I know what's wrong. Sakura, you need to eat. If you don't I will personally make Kakashi sit on you, and force fed you. This is NOT healthy. You're in pain because your body is eating itself to get food. Sasuke, thank you for doing your job. Kakashi, take her to her room, and stay with her for the next two weeks. Make her eat. And then don't let her go to the bathroom for an hour after that, unless you stand outside. Because she might turn bulimic. I hate doing this, but it's our job to heal efficiently. Understood?" Tsunade was stood over Sakura and I, and I nodded, relieved that someone had taken action.

I scooped Sakura up bridal style, and thanked Tsunade and Naruto for getting here quickly. Turning to Sasuke, I asked him to open doors/gates that we may come across.

All the way to her dorm, Sakura kept protesting, blushing, and trying to distract me by trailing her hand down my stomach, teasing the band line of my trousers. But, I'd been trained to not let that stuff affect me. No matter how much my... ahem... body says otherwise...

Walking into her dorm – she had the privileges of not sharing – I thanked Sasuke for helping us, and he walked away, hands in his pockets.

"PUT me down, NOW!" Sniggering, I did as bid, and she stood up.

"God, Kakashi! Quit panicking over nothing! I'm not anorexic, I just don't eat very often."

"Exactly." I fixed her with a hard stare, which she met back with a cold 'I won't forgive you' stare that had me unintentionally flinching. She sighed, resignation in her eyes.

"Alright, fine. I'll eat. But only for you. Got it?"

"Good. What do you fancy? Anything."

Tapping her chin, she struck a thoughtful pose. "I'm torn between pepperoni pizza, and chocolate fudge cake ice cream..." I scoffed.

"Easily dealt with. I'll order both." Picking up a phone, I dialled Tsunade's number.

"Kakashi? What's wrong? Is it Sakura?"

"Whoa. Slow down. Nothing's wrong. I wanted to order pepperoni pizza and chocolate fudge cake ice cream for Sakura and I. Please? Take it from my small pay check."

"Sure, sure." She hung up, and I sighed, ruffling my hair. Sakura sat down on the couch, and we lapsed in gentle silence.

Then, I reached into my book pouch, and gave a little cry of someone in mourning.

"Sensei? What's wrong?" A hand was laid on my arm, and little fingers wiped away the tears on my face.

"Ichi Ichi. I left it in Training Field 44."

Her eyes widened, and she started laughing.

Right. Re reading this, I noticed that Kakashi is talking too much for it to NOT be OOCness, but it fits the storyline.

Just to clarify, Sakura was in the beginning stages of anorexia, and was planning to bring up whatever they fed her.

Now, she'll be recovering. Hopefully the story will now be picking up pace.

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