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Chapter four
Rebirth
I sat there staring into the mirror picturing Sakura's face over and over again while Sarika fixed my hair. I'd put it up in a ponytail all day so she was simply going to straighten it.
It was only 5:30 when she finished. She was about to ask me what I wanted for dinner when I shot her a look that said I didn't want to talk about it.
"Go be with your family, honey." She said. She started yelling for Sasuke to start cooking dinner. I zoned out and didn't pay much attention.
I rose from my seat and called back to Sarika. "I'll be home soon," As I closed the door be hind me, I glanced around. Not much had changed. I began wondering in the direction of my parents hone.
I remembered a time when I was a little girl and my mother had been with child. She'd let me feel Sakura moving around and I'd promised I was going to be the best big sister ever. I still remember that fuzzy pink head as a baby. A lot of people thought she would out grow the colour but I knew she wouldn't. I hadn't outgrown my blue hair. I was 8 years old when Sakura was born. She was about 3 when I graduated. Tsunade-senpai was still reachable and available to teach me back then. I passed the Chuunin exams at 10 and Jounin at 12. Sakura had just enrolled in the academy and I'd promised to help her in her studies, being as experienced as I as. I remembered her crying before she met Ino-chan and not being able to do a simple flower arrangement. I remembered the last thing I said to her. I told her not to worry because I'd be home soon. I also told her not to forget me while I was gone. Then I gave her a big kiss on the forehead and ran off.
I arrived to find that no one lived in the house of my childhood anymore. That worried me but it was late and I could find them tomorrow. I decided it was time to catch up with and old friend...or ex-boyfriend.
Hatake Kakashi sat in his humble abode snickering to Icha-Icha. He sat in a normal black tee and boxers, not expecting company because no one visited him anymore. Icha-Icha kept his mind off his troubles.
Hatake Kakashi was proved wrong when a simple knock came at his door. He debated putting his pants on or even answering the door but he decided that if he was going to answer the door, pants would involve too much effort, plus he didn't really care. He rose from his bed and walked casually over to the door. He soon came to find this was not causal visit and deducted that he probably should have put on pants to hide his throbbing member.
Before him stood Haruno Sakora, his ex-girlfriend.
She was beautiful. She had been transformed from the mangled mess he'd seen yesterday. Her hair was straight and long, her bangs just like Sakura's. They had such similar features. She wore some very basic natural make-up, and while Kakashi had never seen her wear make-up in his life, he found the change suiting. She was clad in a lavender silk dress that clung to her apparent curves. She wore it with unbelievable confidence. She batted her long eyelashes at him. "Can I come in? I've missed you."
Hatake Kakashi was speechless. It was all he could do to just nod and move aside to let her pass. They walked in to his living room. "Drink?" he offered.
"Yes please. Liquor sounds amazing." she responded and sat down.
Kakashi laughed. "I don't remember you being into alcohol."
Sakora rolled her eyes. "Kakashi, I was fifteen. And I had my party nights. Remember that party Anko had for her birthday?"
Kakashi definatly remembered that night. "How could I forget. You punched me in the face and dislocated my jaw for spanking you in public." He smiled
Sakora burst out laughing. "All I remember is my punishment for that." She winked.
Kakashi began pouring the drinks.
I was drunk.
It was that simple. I wouldn't imagine why in gods name I'd opted to not burn it off. Guess I just needed it. I'd told Kakashi everything, even details I'd forgone with Sarika. Things about Deidara I shouldn't have. Kakashi had always been my rock though and going five years thinking I was dead had made him get over me. Sure, I still loved, but it was a different kind of love, like a friend. And it was mutual. I smiled remembering everything.
However, one fact still stood:I was drunk. And it was almost 8:30. Shit.
Part of me didn't want to leave. I didn't want to return to that life. I wanted to stay right here on Kakashi's couch and have my protection, my safety net. I didn't want to face what Deidara would say about Konoha, Orochimaru, or mostly my lack of sobriety. I took a deep breath. "Kakashi, love, I must leave. I have a meeting to go to."
Kakashi, completely unfazed by the alcohol coursing through his blood stream, walked me to the door.
I turned and wrapped him in a deep hug. We stayed that way for a couple minutes and I finally let go.
He kissed my forehead. "See you later. By the way," he added," The Hokage wishes to see you tomorrow. You have a very long overdue mission report."
I chuckled. I walked out the door and was greeted by the warm humid night air. It was so refreshing to be home again.
I soon found myself stumbling on to the academy property I glanced at the big oak tree in front. I remember climbing it as a kid, falling out and fracturing bones as a seven year old, not a care in the world. I brought my hand up to the lowest branch.
Eventually I ended up sitting on one of the tree's lower branched. I knew I was too drunk to go too much higher. I stared up at the gorgeous full moon. The big bright orb shined with all it fury down on the earth. It's beauty was ominous.
"Sakora!" An irritated voice ran in my ears. It startled me so much I almost fell out of the tree. "God, where have you been? I've been waiting for over an hour! And what the hell is this? You climbed a fucking tree?"
I stared at the young man before me. He was tall and muscular. He had short choppy brown hair and bright green eyes. He intrigued me. Deidara was the only person waiting on me and this obviously wasn't him. I chock my head to the side. "Who are you?" I slurred.
He starte at me blankly. "Are you drunk?" he shoulted. "Oh my god! What the hell is wrong with you, Sakora? Are you stupid?"
"I take offence to that." I said calmly. I made a poor attempt to get down from the tree and ended up falling. I expected to hit hard earth but two familiar arms grabbed me. "Wha...Deidara?" I asked confused.
He smiled. "Yes," still holding me, "Are you drunk Sakora?"
I blued. "Maybe."
He rolled his eyes. "Sakora, darling, you need to sober up. We need to discuss business. This isn't helping our situation."
He was still holding me. I felt a little flutter in my stomach. I mentally smacked myself. I didn't need to feel that for Deidara. "Sarry. What did we need to talk about?"
he shrugged. "Nothing we don't already know, un. This is your home. Orochimaru's realized it was just my clone and is heading here pissed he fell for it. You need to talk to your hokage. And when this is all over, I just need to return to Akasuki..." he trailed off.
"No! That's not nessicary. You could stay here, with me. I'd talk to The Hokage."
He raised his eyebrow. "You want me to stay here, with you? Like how?"
I cursed inwardly. "Just in the city. I don't know. I know you hate it there though..."
He leaned into me. "Oh really?"
I could feel his hot breath on my face as heat rose to my cheeks. "Why else would you stay?"
he smirked. "So I could do this."
I then felt a hot, moist presence on my lips.
A/N: Well, how'd ya like that? I've been on vacation so it took awhile to update. Sorry, friends.
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