Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto - Naruto belongs to Kishimoto-sensei. I do own the plotline of this story.

Author's Note: Yay, I finally wrote some LeeSaku! It's not very good quality, at least it's worse than my other works. Hopefully you'll be nice and cope with me. Either way. Maybe Sakura has never really known how she felt about him? And maybe, just maybe, the both of them will never find out. But Kami-sama knows.

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-xx- Nika-chan

Lee...

Unconciously swinging her legs, dragging the soles of her shoes across the floor, Sakura cast quick glances at the boy before her. The wooden stool she had seated herself upon wasn't very comfortable, but it had been the only stool in the room. Joining his unconcious body on the bed would have been to much of an embaressement, eventhough he wasn't awake, and so she concluded she would just have to put up with the hospital's poor seating possibilities.

Konoha's Green Beast was hardly ever so seriously ill he needed to be held over night for observation, and even if those times came around sometimes, once he had woken up from the anesthesiac a whole shift of nurses would be needed to hold him down and keep him from leaving. Though, things were usually relatively easier when she was around. Lee tended to listen to her better. She knew it had something to do with his obvious devotion of her. His adoration was hard to miss after all, due to the random exclamations of youthful feelings he threw at her when she least expected them. Not to mention the weekly bouquet of red roses on her doorstep every monday morning.

Sakura wasn't sure if she liked him as much as he liked her. For quite some time, Naruto had shown similar behavior towards her, ever since they joined together as Genins. She suspected she felt the same for Lee as she did for Naruto, whether he liked her or not: He was a friend. She adored his strength, though having a fair share of brutal force of her own, and his attitude never failed to bring a soft smile upon her facial features.

Mutual feelings or not, she still didn't like this situation. When she has clasped her tutor in the halls of the hospital, on her way to his room, to ask if he would be okay soon, the Godaime had only smiled a knowing smile. Sakura really didn't like that lopsided grin of her teacher. It ment the elder woman was aware of things she didn't even want to know herself, and it annoyed her. Though she could not deny, the wave of relief she had felt when Tsunade had told her he would wake up in the morning, had been tramendous.

Hesitantly, she extended a hand to brush away his hair and place her hand on his forehead, ignoring the cold sweat and taking his temperature. She smiled softly, not bothered by a few stray tears that slowly glided down her cheeks. He would be alright. Taking no risks of someone walking in on her as she was breaking down, she quickly stood up and after pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek, she made her way over to the door. Her hands on the handle, she pushed open the entrance to the hallway and heaved a sigh, looking back one more time before quickly pacing down the sterile white corridor to face her duties on the night shift.

She whiped her hand furiously across her cheek to clear away the tears and once again pull up her barrier. She hadn't been ninja long enough to be able to be inaffected by the entire ordeal at all. Instead, she pulled up the walls, built them brick by brick to protect herself until she could handle everything without the safe and sound protection that her own little corner provided. She was working on it. She would become a real ninja.

For him?

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