Ayyy so I know I've been inactive for quite a while. Sorry about that! School's been very busy, and I've taken up a lot of extracurriculars recently. But now that summer's approaching, I will be writing like CRAZY. So make sure to hmu with any requests!

It didn't take very long for Kakashi to grow accustomed to the routines of the house. The family didn't eat meals together very often, but he always seemed to run into Sakura at the most random times.

Every time, she stared at him intensely, rarely cracking a smile or showing any emotion at all. Nevertheless, there was something very entrancing about her gaze, and he found himself enjoying it. Whenever she did her chores in the backyard, he made sure to sit on the back patio with a book in hand. Tsunade had become annoyingly involved in his life, and he suspected that she wanted him to acknowledge her in more ways than just a landlady.

He found a label that fit the young Sakura quite well. "Nymphet." For she seemed otherworldly, much like the coy nymphs that could lure men to despair in Greek mythology.

Soon, he began observing his new obsession as often as possible. Through his window he could see her out playing with her friends, and it was odd to think that she had a life outside of the house. She was still young and full of promise, while he was wasting away behind a typewriter.

What did Sakura want to do with her life? What were her passions?

But more importantly…what did she think of him?

One particular night, Kakashi was typing away when he decided that he wanted some music playing in the background. He turned on the record player for some light jazz, but it hadn't played for very long until he saw someone approach his open door.

"You woke me up," a soft voice said, startling him. It occurred to him just how rarely he heard Sakura talk.

"…sorry," he apologized weakly, taking in her matching pajama set and the curlers in her hair. As usual, her eyes were blank, adding to her mysterious allure.

Without another word, she left the doorway, going down the stairs slowly. He covertly followed her after a few minutes, and found her in the kitchen, sitting in front of the open fridge. Looking at her secretly from behind a door, he watched her place small spoonfuls of vanilla ice cream into her mouth, her rose-colored lips engulfing the spoon with each bite. Every so often, she closed her eyes and sighed contently, and he wondered if she knew he was there, and was just doing it for his attention. (It was working)

Deciding that he had watched for long enough, Kakashi left for his room, knowing that he would be writing about the night in his journal. Ever since coming here, it had been filled with observations on Sakura, and he wondered if that would ever change.

"Sakura! Make your bed!" Tsunade yelled across the house, disturbing his chain of thought. The woman had grown to be quite annoying recently, and he wondered how long he could take it. Hearing a clamor of footsteps, he assumed that Sakura was ignoring her mother as usual and finding something else to distract herself.

She surprised him by walking into the room he was in, stretching herself over the chair that faced the desk he was sitting behind.

Her eyes were blank.

"I'm tired today," she commented off-handedly. However, Kakashi had grown used to her odd way of interacting with him recently, and simply replied. "I am too."

Her legs were spread open, and with the dress she was wearing, it was not hard to catch a glimpse of her white panties. (Thankfully he found the willpower to look away as soon as he noticed)

She smacked her gum for a few seconds, twirling a piece of hair around her finger while staring at him.

"Have you had trouble sleeping recently?"

"Not really," he responded slowly.

She nodded before standing up quickly, walking over to the desk and peering over his shoulder to see his writing. Without hesitation, she sat down in his lap, turning around slightly so her empty stare met his own.

"Is there a zit on my chin?" she asked, making him raise an eyebrow.

"Not at all," he answered honestly. "You're absolutely perfect."

"Even if I make this face?" she questioned, making a strange grimace that was extremely cute on her young face.

They laughed, and he could feel her body heat against his own. However, it didn't last long. Soon Tsunade's voice rang through the hallway, making Sakura quickly jump up and run away.

"Kakashi!" Tsunade greeted, walking into the room soon after. "Has she been bothering you?"

"…No! Not at all," he lied. It probably wouldn't be wise to volunteer just how much she had been "bothering" him lately…

The next day, Sakura approached him again. She came up to his room with a tray of breakfast, barely balancing it with her small arms.

"Your breakfast, sir," she said unemotionally, walking over to where he was sitting. Her leg brushed his very overtly, and she bent over quite slowly to put the tray on his lap.

"I ate all your bacon," she said simply. "Don't tell mother."

And with that, she walked away, leaving Kakashi pondering with a hot plate in front of him.

In the following weeks, Sakura's visits with him became very frequent. One afternoon, she was squeezed in between Kakashi and Tsunade on the porch swing, playing with a large feather that she had stolen from one of her mother's Sunday hats.

"I think I would be a great dancer," she announced, dragging the feather lightly against her smooth, bare thighs. "With sort of a sad sort of beauty."

"Definitely 'sad'," Tsunade snorted, rolling her eyes.

Kakashi held in a breath as Sakura brushed the feather against his lap, not making eye contact at all, as if she didn't notice she was doing it.

"I would love to see you dance," Kakashi responded, making Tsuande sigh in defeat.

"All little girls want to become ballerinas," she commented before walking back inside and leaving the two alone on the swing.

Sakura did not scoot over, instead remaining pressed close.

"My mom has a thing for you, you know."

Kakashi raised his eyebrows. "Oh?"

She smirked, dropping her gaze as soon as Tsuande walked back.

Sakura pulled her knees up, snuggling even closer to Kakashi. As they told stories, she continued to find ways to touch his arm and leg every once in awhile, until a phone ring interrupted them.

"I'll get it!" Sakura declared, running into the house to answer it, only to pick up the phone say a cheerful "No thank you!" and hanging up. Almost immediately, she turned on the record player full blast, playing an upbeat jazzy tune that she started to dance to animatedly. As subtly as possible, Kakashi kept sneaking glances back to watch her, ignoring Tsunade's rambling about how to control the girl was.

Soon after, Tsunade invited Kakashi to go swimming at the nearby lake, to which he reluctantly agreed.

"You know, I keep having dreams about my ideal housing situation," Tsunade babbled happily. "I'd rent out almost all of the house, and then later use the money to buy a nicer, smaller one with only one bedroom."

Kakashi frowned. "What about Sakura?"

Tsunade laughed. "Oh, I'm going to be sending her off to a boarding school. Somewhere strict, religious, and challenging so that they can treat her to be a proper young lady. She's grown rather out-of-control recently."

"Then won't she be going from summer camp straight there?" Kakashi asked. Would this mean that he wouldn't be seeing his Sakura anymore? No more late-night visits? No non-coincidental touching and running into each other?

"Yes. It's a perfect arrangement. I'm sure you'll love not having her to be around to bother you all of the time," Tsunade smiled. "Oh and by the way, how is the book doing?"

"It's going well," he said in a brief monotone.

After all, it would've been difficult to explain that nearly all of his inspiration recently had come from the little nymphet that lived under the same roof.

Gotta go do some homework for my comp sci class and then update my other fics soon (;