VIII: In Which She Cuts Herself
A/N: Sorry everyone who was reading this fiction. My other computer had gotten a virus, which lead to the original chapter of this story to be erased. (cry) So, I bought a new computer and downloaded Microsoft Word 2003. BUT. Fanfiction doesnt let me upload any files from the microsoft word2003 program. So, I'm writing to you all from Wordpad. My Wordpad, somehow, does not have automatic spellcheck. (terrible, I know. -sniffle-) So, if there's any major miss-spelling, please forgive this authoress. To make it up, (again) I'll put in two chapters! (yay for you guys. :D ) If I didnt mention before, but Yelin's age has been changed back to fourteen
I stretched, sitting up on the bed. I remembered the book that Kakashi had given to me. Flipping open the first page, I started to read...
Chapter One
Be Proud of Your Body!
The first and most important thing to remember whenever you are going to attempt to lose weight is to be happy and to love your own body. Hug yourself, love yourself, inside and out. Be positive. You will lose all this weight. Throw off those obscuring clothes that you wear to hide your body. Be proud of your body. All the women out there, start wearing that short skirt and that tank top. Men, go and wear the shorts! Wear that slightly tight (yet sexy, and dont go denying that!) shirt. Heck, go shirtless!--
I slammed the book shut, blushing furiously. I was amazed, yet, I felt very violated that the book knew so much about my doings. I sighed deeply and I started to take off my pajama shirt before I stopped to stare at my drawer. Then, I glanced at my closet. When we had moved here, my mother had placed summer clothes inside the closet so that I would be able to wear them during the unbearable sweltering summer months. Well, it was mid-july. Probably the hottest of the hot season. The book's words started to echo in my head. '...that short skirt and that tank top...'
I glanced at the closet again. '...well, I'm not going anywhere today anyhow...' I shrugged and headed over to my closet, yanking open the door. A mothball flew past my head. I sneezed at all the dust. My clothes were unharmed, however. No holes in the shorts or tank tops. '...odd...' I murmured to myself. Shaking the thought away, I flipped through the rack of clothes. After several minutes of shoo-ing dust away, sneezing, coughing and an occasional hack that sounded like I was gonna cough a lung out; I finally managed to sort out a decent sleeveless shirt that was a forest green colour, and a pair of tan shorts that came just above my knees. I quickly changed into the two articles of clothing, feeling rather naked. I glanced at myself in the mirror, I hated my chunky legs, yet, I could see the faintest normal curve about them. I grinned in happiness.
I stomped downstairs and glanced around, noone. I went into the kitchen to grab some breakfast, when i spotted a note on the refridgerator. "Daughter, Today's your Mommy and Daddy's anniversay, we'll be out for the whole day. Have fun with the babysitter and dont sleep too late! --Mum" I raised an eyebrow at the mention of a babysitter, crumpling the note in my hands and discarding it. "About time you got up." a deep velvety voice interrupted my thoughts, startling me and nearly having me suffer a heart attack. "My god, Kakashi." I placed a hand to my racing heart, turning to him with widened eyes.
I glared at his smugness, he was sprawled across the couch comfortably, as if he owned the damn house. "I'm sorry. Didn't think you'd be that shocked. It did mention a babysitter, no?" he replied calmly. I laughed, "You're the babysitter?" my voice rose in a hysterical tone. "Yup. Present and accounted for." he glanced up from the book he was reading to flash me a hidden grin with an eye in a happy arc. I sighed and grabbed a cereal bar, plopping down next to him on the couch, shoving his legs away. I clicked on the TV, finding nothing interesting whilst flipping through the channels, I clicked it off. I glanced at my 'babysitter', and in surprise, I found him staring back. I blinked rapidly, his dark and mysterious eyes were very intimidating if you stared at them for as long as I did. Yet, I wasn't completely sure for exactly how long I had stared into his eyes.
"You read the book." he finally broke the silence. I was glad, it was starting to get rather hard to breathe. "Err..." I flushed, and I knew that my cheeks were a vibrant red colour. "...yeah." I mentally kicked myself, 'yeah' how dumb did that sound?! Like I was some stupid, moronic teenager. Well, technically speaking, I was. But I had higher standards for myself, so that I would be seen more than a young adult. Kakashi's chuckle tore me from my thoughts, and my head snapped up to try and glare at the single eye with my own two eyes, but my breath caught in my throat when I realized that he was merely two inches away from my own (rather chubby) face.
He moved his head closer to mine, I shut my eyes quickly assuming that he was moving in to kiss me, pursing my lips in a thin line. I read in a girly book that if you did that, then the male would be completely turned off. However, he didnt try to kiss me. I waited and waited for seemingly ages, guessing that I looked ridiculous with the thin lips and the squinty eyes. But I almost went into shock when his velvety (yet still having a gravely tone to it) voice rumbled through my ear, "...I'm not going to kiss you..." I could've sworn that I felt my heart shatter in embarrassment, I blushed, a tingling sensation coming across my cheeks. I definetly looked like an idiot now, waiting for a kiss that wasn't going to happen. I sighed miserably, unclenching my eyes, then blinking a few times because, my eyes had gotten slightly cramped due to the tight closing of the muscle for a long time. You know, I think underneath all the mortified faces and blushes, I was kinda hoping he would kiss me. I shook my head wildy, like a spaz, but that last thought had just grossed me out. He's in his young thirties!! I'm not even twenty!! I thought, jaw clenching.
I heard him chuckle again, and me, being slightly short-fused, especially for old people, nearly exploded on him. "What?" I snapped. "Stop laughing. At least tell me what's so funny before you burst into laughter, old man." I growled underneath my breath. After finishing my little growl/snap/diss, I had finally took notice that he had stopped chuckling after I had said the first 'what' to him. I felt a cold sweat break out. What if he snapped as well? But he'd be more pissed than me, he could kill me, I thought with a slightly panicked subconcious mind. And he's skillful and cunning, and he'd probably dispose of me so well that I'd just be listed as one of those girls that just dissapeared. The ANBU would stop searching for me, of course, because, there'd be nothing left of me, at all. Or maybe he'd get found out after my teeth clogged up the sewers or something. I shuddered, trying to get rid of the bad thoughts.
"I'm not mad." Kakashi spoke, reading my thoughts, or maybe it was the fact that my face was as readable as a book. "I'm just glad." He smiled, or I thought he smiled, underneath his mask. "Glad...?" I had to clear my throat once because my voice had cracked and gone dry. "Yes..." his voice rumbling into my ear. "...glad that my present was useful to you." he smiled happily. "O-oh, yeah." I laughed nervously. "You look nice." he announced as he got up from the seat. "Where are you going, Kakashi?" I spoke, still uncomfortable to call him by a nickname. "Relax, Linny." Kakashi nearly sang my name.
Wait a second.
Linny?! Ewwwwww. I was disgusted. "That's a bad nickname..." I winced as I repeated it. "...Linny, I mean." I sighed in annoyance. "But..." I turned around on the couch impatiently, facing him to see if he were to do anything destructive, "...what are you doing?" I asked, curiosity painted in my voice. "Making breakfast...?" Kakashi laughed, a short hysterical sound. My right eye visibly twitched. I sprang off the couch, wanting to be of some assistance, "I'll help...whatever you're making." I shrugged, plodding over to him. "Alright. What do you want? You make your own breakfast then." he complied, cracking some eggs into a frying pan. I narrowed my eyes at his motions. I didnt know what I wanted. Actually...what I wanted was a number six at Burger King, medium size...but NO! I want to LOSE weight, not gain it. I started by popping two slices of toast into our oven/toaster thing. It wasnt a toaster, where the bread would pop up when done. You'd have to time it yourself and take it out when you think it was done, how troublesome was that? Very. I growled, trying not to get behind his almost unmatchable pace. I slammed open the bottom cabinet, whipping out a frying pan of my own and smacking it down on the open stove next to Kakashi's eggs. I cracked open an egg, placing it on the pan while the pan wasn't even hot yet. I pulled out a cabbage, tomato, celery, and a pickle. I pulled out a cutting board and washed the vegetables.
After washing all of the veggies, I started cutting them slowly. I was very inexperienced in this field of culinary arts. I was only good at the eating parts. Imagine that, eh? I was halfway through the tomato when I cut my finger. "Ow, crap..." I hissed, starting to squeeze the blood out of the fresh wound. Kakashi turned to me, "What hap-Are you okay?" his tone changed from curiosity to something else...perhaps it was...worry? or maybe he was just fooling around, trying to sound all brave. "Y-yeah, I'm fine." I said, perkiness a little too obvious in my voice, while my inner mind groaned at the pain. He was at my side in an instant, his own strong fingers around mine. I didn't remember seeing him take his gloves off, but that wasnt the point right now. He helped get rid of the bad blood, in case it were infected. My blood, I remember...was thick and almost a blackish-red...maroon, I believe is the colour; I nearly fainted as the sight of the liquid flowing down in drops on the floor, splattered across the kitchen counter, smothered on the cutting board where my free hand was clenched in a tight fist, knuckles white.
Suddenly, the pain stopped. I opened my eyes, not remembering when I had closed them, and to my horror, I witnessed it. Kakashi was licking the blood away from my finger. My cheeks---no, my entire HEAD turned a extraordinary red once I saw him doing that. "Y-you're supposed to get the b-bad blood out for a reason, you know..." I stammered, my free fist unclenching and then suddenly, it felt as thought I had no power over it, it flopped over onto one side, blood staining my pajama sleeve. His dark eye looked up at me, clouded and mysterious. "...I know. It all cleared up, it was the normal red colour again." he explained, licking his lips, then covering the lower half of his face with his mask.
I remembered this scene now. My little vampiric attack in town square! He was getting back at me!! I scoffed at him, then reclaimed my hand, my top lip curling up in a posh fashion, giving him my famous sneer. Suddenly, a burning smell encircled the room. "My toast! My eggs!" I yelped as I scrambled to get them in order. Kakashi laughed at me while I ran around the kitchen, turning off the stove and plugging out the toaster/oven. My toast was black, my eggs were brown instead of gold and white. I took out the toast and threw it away. I went to slide the eggs off the pan, but---it wouldn't budge. The eggs were stuck to the pan like someone had crazy glued them together. "Silly Linny..." Kakashi teased, his breath wafting down my neck, causing the hairs to stick up on end. "...you had to put some kind of oil on the pan before cracking the eggs. Or else, they'll stick to the pan like that..." he tsk-tsked, starting to scrape off the remnants of the eggs after taking the spatula from my hands. Our fingertips touched for the briefest milisecond, yet it created a thousand sparks. Well, to me it did.
That's when it hit me like a speeding truck.
I was in love with Kakashi Hatake.
A/N: What do you think? Savvy? Well, I thought we should really get this story rolling and such. So ...yeah. Read and Review, please!