Title: Laws of Love
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: T
Pairing: Kakashi/Sakura
Note: Kakashi is about 3 to 4 years younger than in the manga/anime. (Putting him at about 25-26 years old, instead of early 30's);
Also, I think I failed to mention this before, Sakura has made jounin just recently. (As in "past few months" recently.)
Summary: A new law comes into effect on Sakura's birthday. On that day, all suitors must ask for her hand and she must answer that same day. Sakura doesn't think that she will have any suitors – so she doesn't leave the house – until she's forced to. But what she doesn't know is that she does have suitors. Question is: will she fall for one of them? (KakaSaku)

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Laws of Love

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"So we're going to live. . . where?"

Sakura stood, her back facing Kakashi – her fiance – as she spoke to Tsunade about their new home. Apparently there had been some mix-up (so she says) and the house she requested is being repaired right now.

The blonde-headed Hokage placed her head in her hands. "I don't know, Sakura. I've told you this already. Why don't you just stay at Kakashi's for right now. The house should be done within a month or so. Besides," her gaze dropped to the male jounin, "you two are going to have to be sharing everything anyways: including beds and bathrooms."

"Hai, hai, Shishou. . . but I thought you already had all of this straightened out!"

Tsunade scratched the back of her neck. "Ah, well, y'see. . . the house I originally wanted was sold moments before I got to it so. . . ."

"So there is no hope and you went with your back-up plan, ne?" drawled out Kakashi, moving up to stand by the pink-haired jounin.

"Well, uh. . ."

Sakura glared at the stuttering Hokage before raging, "I can't believe you!" and storming out. Two sets of eyes followed her out cautiously. Silently wondering what crawled up her ass.

"Well, Hatake, good luck."

He sighed. "Yeah. I know."

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Jade eyes glared at everything in her path, giving her a clear route as she walked – more like stomped – toward the training grounds. She constantly clenched and unclenched her fists, letting out her anger.

'Where's Naruto when you need a good punching bag?'

"Ah, Sakura! There you are!"

The pink-haired kunoichi turned at the sound of her name, only to see one of the persons she had just came from.

"Kakashi."

"I see you remember my name. How clever."

She glared again. "Not funny, Kakashi. I'm not in the mood."

He sighed, 'I didn't think this would be easy.'

"I didn't think so Sakura-san. How about a spar? That, or we could easily go back to my place and. . ."

"And what? You could take advantage of me?" Sakura turned her back, punching the tree behind her, uprooting it from it's spot.

'That's what she. . . she thinks I. . . I would never. . .'

"Sakura. . . Blossom. . . I would never do that. I have to much respect for you," the jounin edged closer carefully, not wanting to go over his limits, "And when I said we could go back to my place. . . I was going to suggest that we redecorate it a bit since you were going to be living there. We're going to have to make room for you, aren't we?

"But anyways, where did you get such a ridiculous idea that I would take advantage of you? I already know your reasonings behind this – and I respect that. Have I given you reason to doubt?"

Sakura looked up at the older male, her eyes glittering with unshed tears. "N-no, you haven't 'Kashi. . . I just. . . I don't know. The shock of it all. . . When Tsunade said it wasn't real and we agreed, I guess it finally occurred to me that I would never have a real family out of love – that you're never going to have a real family out of love. I figured that if I could get you to call it off then maybe we could. . ."

"It wouldn't matter, Sakura."

She looked up at him. "What?"

"It's already been over a day. I'm your official choice. You're stuck with me whether you like it or not. And Sakura. . ." he moved his hand, cupping her chin gently so that she would look at him, ". . . don't ever think that it's not for love. It is: whether it's familial, friendship, or more, it's love."

Softly, he leaned down and placed a masked kiss on her lips.

"We'll make it through it somehow. We've got all the time in the world."

Sakura smiled just then, nodding, slightly surprised at his actions.

"Yeah. . . you're right."

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"You and Kakashi-sensei?!" the blonde-headed Yamanaka yelled.

"Not so loud, Ino!" Sakura told her friend, covering her ears as she ducked down, hoping to avert people's attention, ". . . but yes, me and him."

The blonde's eyes went wide as she whistled low. "Wow, I knew you were over Sasuke, but damn girl! I never knew you would keep it in Team Seven!"

Chuckling softly, the jade-eyed kunoichi shook her head. "Neither did I, Ino-chan. It just kind of. . . happened, y'know?"

The girl next to her shook her head in a positive manner. "Yeah, I know what you mean. So, tell me," she began, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, "have you done it yet?"

Sakura gasped, pretending to be shocked (when in all reality, she really was), clutching at the area where her heart would be.

"Ino-san! I'm appalled! How could you think so low of me?" Sakura let out a barely held in laugh.

"Well. . ." Ino's answer was left hanging.

"Don't answer that!" Sakura gasped as she burst out in laughter, inviting her friend to join in. Ino eyed her pink-headed friend for a moment, contemplating if she had gone crazy – then laughed right along with her.

Wiping tears of laughter away, Ino and Sakura sat back, regaining their breath once again.

"I haven't laughed like that since the academy," Ino began.

Sakura faux gasped. "That's too long!"

"I know, Forehead-san, I know!"

Sakura shook her head. "We'll never tire of those old names, will we?"

Ino shook her head in agreement. "No, I don't think so," pausing, she thought, "Say Sakura – this'll probably be one of your last girl's night out for a while, won't it? Considering that you're with Kakashi-sensei now and all. . ."

The pink-headed kunoichi froze in place. "Well, uh. . . I don't know. We haven't really discussed anything in depth yet. . ."

"Why not discuss it now?"

Sakura looked appalled. "But I couldn't! Kakashi isn't here! Without him he—"

"He's right over there, Sakura-san." Ino pointed to another table, occupied by Shiranui Genma, Sarutobi Asuma, Maito Gai, and none other than Hatake Kakashi himself.

Sakura rounded on Ino, her eyes wide. "You're not suggesting. . . in front of all of those guys. . . ?"

"Why not, Saku-san? I mean, don't you think he'd have told them already? He is one of Konoha's most eligible batchelors, after all."

'Oooo, that Ino, she's doing this just to see if I'm serious about Kakashi! I'll get her, I swear I will!'

Shrugging, the jade-eyed female said nonchalantly to her friend, "All right, but I thought he deserved one more night as a single man with his buddies."

Ino glared. "Don't you pull that one on me, Haruno."

Smirking, Sakura got up. "Can't say I didn't try, Pig."

Moving out of the booth, Sakura made her way over to the unknowing group of older males, who just so happened to be talking about a certain pink-headed kunoichi.

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"Yeah, the other day was her sixteenth and I'll be damned if I couldn't find her. I swear I was going to ask for her hand!" Genma said, gulping down a shot of sake.

Asuma laughed. "And you think she'd've said yes to the likes of you, Shiranui?" he raised his eyebrows, "Hardly."

"Well," he began in his defense, plucking the senbon from his mouth for effect, "I doubt that she'd choose you either. In fact," he stated boldly, "I bet that I have more of a chance than anyone at this table."

Kakashi chuckled.

"What are you laughing at, Hatake?" Genma inquired, placing the senbon back in his mouth gently.

He shook his head, trying to quiet down his laughter. "Oh, nothing. It's just that. . . well, I think I have a better chance than all of you. I'm willing to bet on it."

"Oh, ho-ho! So eager to bet, are we, Kakashi, my rival? I think that we should make this wager official. She's walking up now. When she gets here – let one of us ask!" Gai exclaimed eagerly.

Asuma and Genma gaped while Kakashi tried not to snort.

"Okay, whatever you say, man," was all that the Hatake had to say.

"Oh. My. God. Gai actually came up with a good idea. I'm in." Genma replied, placing 200 yen in the middle, "Don't forget to place your wager, Hatake."

"Oh, mine's verbal. I'll place my next mission salary on it."

Everyone's eyes went wide, knowing that he took nothing less that S or A ranked missions now that all of Team Seven was of jounin level.

Asuma made his wager. "I'll place 200 yen also."

"And I, Maito Gai, will place the same amount as my rival, Hatake Kakashi!"

(You could almost picture the shininess of it all.)

"Oh, hey!" Genma whispered, trying to be quiet, "she's here!"

Sakura looked down at the guys. "Um. . . why are you whispering, Genma?"

He looked up at her. "No reason?"

She blinked, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Yeah, like I really believe that."

"You should!" Genma defended.

Rolling her eyes, she sighed. "Well, I don't. Anyways, Ino had to leave," she motioned over to where she had been sitting (they had discussed it momentarily before she left; Ino would leave so not to cause suspicion), "so I was wondering if I could sit over here with you guys?"

Kakashi answered for the group. "Sure, Blossom. I don't think the guys would mind, would you all?"

The guys gaped, taking notice of the nickname as they slowly nodded their heads in the appropriate manner.

Sakura smiled innocuously. "Thanks guys," she murmured, sliding in beside Kakashi.

"So, what were you all talking about before I came over? I wouldn't want to intrude on a conversation."

Genma, ever the subtle one, brought up the subject:

"Well, all of us guys have a little wager. Y'see, I was going to ask for your hand on your sixteenth, but seeing as how I couldn't find you, I didn't get the chance. Somehow it lead to us all making a bet to who you would most likely choose."

Sakura stared at Genma, then Kakashi, then burst out laughing from the irony of it all.

Genma turned to Asuma. "Does that mean she wouldn't choose any of us?"

Slowly, Sakura shook her head. "N-n-no. . . I. . . it's just that. . . I can't believe that. . . 'Kashi didn't. . . oh. . . my . . god. . ." she got out in between laughs. The guys just stared at her, confusion and curiosity plaguing all of their minds, all except one who looked at her with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Deep breaths, Blossom, deep breaths. Then speak."

She did as she was told (by Kakashi, of course) and, after wiping off tears of laughter, began to talk to the guys again.

"Well, it's just, um. . ." Sakura had to breathe in, trying not to laugh, "I seriously can't believe Kakashi didn't tell you."

Leaning toward her slightly, Genma eyed her curiously, "What do you mean, didn't tell us?"

"Well, uh. . ." Sakura was blushing a deep red by now, "me and him. . ."

"I asked for Sakura's hand and she said yes."

Four pairs of eyes turned toward the copy-nin, only one fully understanding the depth of his words.

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Author's Note:
Okay. I finally got another chapter up! I've been in a writing mode for awhile, so I decided to take a try at another chapter of this. Some of it's kind of random, but it eventually leads up to the point I was trying to make.

Yes, this story DOES have a plot, it just takes some getting to. I'm working on getting there, believe me.

Thank Yous and Stuffs:

Yeah, I owe some people some thank yous; unfortunately, I lost my list and I don't know where I left off. . . eh. . .

So. . . .

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED, ADDED ME TO ALERT, AND FAVORITED!!!

Always,
Kandra

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