Well well, i see that i have attracted quite a bit of weird strange and uterly bizzare looks with this chapter title, but its all good, no qualms, i welcome all weird looks...

yeah here you are fellow weirdos

Accidents

Chapter 2- Meatloaf

" Hmm hmm hmm dootin-dootin-doo-doo! LA-LALA-LALA!"

Sakura danced around her bathroom, her brush gripped in her hand as she sang to the non-existent music that played in her head.

" Here comes the sun, dootin-doo-doo! Here comes the sun and I say… it's all right!"

Her feet skidded across the tile floor as she closed her eyes, her voice drifting though the empty house. She turned to the mirror, laughing to herself as she brushed out her long pink hair and flipped it over her shoulder. Her stomach grumbled loudly as she hummed, her eyes scanning over her half dressed body. She liked the way her hips looked in the mirror, the way they rocked back and forth as she shut her eyes and tried to remember the beat of the music, the soft spoken words that matched the mood of the song. But she was hindered from further thought on last night as her stomach emitted a low rumbled.

" Arg, I'm really hungry!"

She tossed her brush atop a fluffy towel and raced out the bathroom door and down the stairs, the patter of her feet echoing up and down the spiral staircase. It wasn't until she reached the landing did she notice her back door standing wide open, the orange rays of the 9am sunlight etched across her polished oak floor. She eyed the sunny patch as she slowly descended the last step, her feet softly padding across the threshold to the door.

" Huh, when did I get polished oak flooring?" she said thoughtfully before closing the door and turned to skip lightly to the kitchen.

She was nearly in the arced entrance when she stopped, her eyes widening as they met a peculiar sight. A man, she suspected, sat at the island counter with a newspaper propped before him, a steaming cup of what smelt like coffee sat next to his hand. Her eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, her foot tapping in annoyance. The corner of the newsprint lowered to reveal a smiling face, a long scar running the length of his left eye.

" Kakashi, I should have known," she said with a light chuckle as she bowed her head, a Cheshire grin on her face. He eyed her quickly before grunting and lifting the corner of the paper to hide his eyes once more.

" You know, you could have used the front door, or at least closed the back," she said as she made her way over to the fridge to open the door and browse over the food that sat on the numerous shelves. Her smile faded as she eyed the blank spot on the center shelve, the clean white plate with its contents missing.

" Kakashi, you didn't happen to eat my left-over meatloaf, did you?" she asked sternly as she shut the fridge door with a brisk snap and turned to face him with a disgruntled gleam in her emerald eyes. The newspaper lifted slightly as his fingers pushed an empty white plate with the remnants of what was clearly meatloaf out from in front of him.

" I might have," he said casually as his hand reached for the coffee beside him and pulled it behind the newsprint. She heard him take a rather loud sip before he set it back on the table. Now, she didn't mind if he had broken into her house, made himself her coffee, and opened and read her newspaper. But there was one thing she wouldn't stand for, and that was the fact he ate her meatloaf.

" Kakashi, you do know that now that you've eaten my meatloaf, I have no breakfast," she said in annoyance as she heard him sip his coffee again, her eye twitching in irritation. He calmly lowered the paper and folded it neatly before opening his eyes to stare at her.

" You do know you're not wearing any clothes," he said with a smirk as she blinked and looked down at her body, her bra and panties the only clothing to speak of. But she wasn't about to let him forget he had eaten her breakfast, her MEATLOAF!

" Yes, I do, this is my house. If I had been expecting you, I might have put a shirt on. But do YOU realize you ate MY breakfast?" she asked, emphasizing her words as she began to lose her cool. She wouldn't lie, she loved meatloaf, and she had been looking forward to it all morning. And now, it was gone, eaten, digested. She noted the small bulge of HER delicious food in his stomach.

" Yes, I do. But I had planned on taking you to breakfast anyway. Now, if you will be so kind as to go get some thing, ahem, decent on, we can be on our way," he said. Sakura simply blinked at him before shrugging and turning to leave, but paused.

" As long as they have meatloaf," she mumbled, Kakashi smiling at her strange appetite. He had no idea where to find meatloaf at this time of day, but he wouldn't argue with her. He figured she was really restraining herself. He knew she loved the meatloaf, and it was just a matter of time before his childish pranks would come back to bite him in the ass.

Some ten minutes later, he rose as Sakura drifted back into the kitchen, a white sweatshirt pulled over a black tank, her tight shorts matched with her leg wrappings and tall boots. She eyed him dangerously as he moved over to her, a strange look on his face. She hadn't forgotten last night. No, in fact she was simply pushing her nervous emotions aside and letting her dominant, fierce side push through. She had come to love her Inner Sakura and let her break through her calm surface more often now that she was a top Jouniin medic. She took no bull, and Kakashi had learned that well.

" Can we go? I might end up eating you if I don't get something in my tummy," she grumbled as her stomach growled with hunger. He nodded and let her lead him to the front door and outside, Sakura locking to door before they walked off down the bustling Konoha streets.

An odd silence seemed to creep in as Sakura kept her eyes focused on the miniscule rocks that littered the ground. Kakashi seemed to notice their shared company had grown uncomfortable and he cleared his throat nervously. Sakura paid no attention, pretending as though she hadn't heard him and in turn stuffed her hands into her sweatshirt pockets. Kakashi figured he would have to speak if she were to pay some mind to him.

" Nice day, eh," he said casually as he beamed at her. Sakura shrugged and kept her face lowered. Kakashi slouched as he desperately tried to think up something else.

" Erm, have you, uh, done anything… interesting lately?" he asked hesitantly. He knew the answer.

' Oh yes actually, I made a whore out of myself and danced with my teacher last night at the club,' she would say, ' and let me tell you…'

Yeah, he figured that was exactly what was running through her mind, and it wasn't as though he wasn't thinking himself a total pedophile or sicko who picked up on his younger student. What he had been thinking, he'll never know. All he knew was he ended up a bit too close with someone who made him flustered at the mere sight of. Sakura was one person, female rather, that made him think twice about what to say, whether or not it was appropriate or attractive. He wanted so badly to impress her, to be someone she would watch with interest.

" Uh let's forget I asked that," he said as she remained silent and shuffled her feet along.

" Actually, that's kinda something I've been thinking about Kakashi," she said as she raised her head to look up at the blue sky overhead.

He had never felt his heart beat soo fast nor soo painfully. She was an angel, fallen to earth to grace him with her beautiful smile and sincere splendor. Her roseate strands fell elegantly against her back; her dark lashes shielded her eyes from the sparkling sunlight that warmed her features perfectly. Her pink lips held a tint of sheen from a light gloss that was evenly applied.

He shook his head in frustration. It could never happen, not with her. She was much too young and he was, as fate would have it, her teacher. It shouldn't work, wouldn't work. In a word, it was taboo. He sighed as she lowered her head to look at the crowd that separated as they passed through.

" About last night, I… things happened that I… I mean, its not as though I didn't… umm, wow, I didn't think it would be this hard to say to you," she stumbled as her sentences tripped over themselves in a jumbled mess. He could see her squirm at the uneasy moment he had presented her with.

" Sakura, I shouldn't have done that with you," he said suddenly as she bit her lip, her mind racing over the words she was trying to say.

Her bright eyes turned to him, the glittering irises surrounded by seas of jade seemed to make his throat constrict, his heart pound at a painful speed. He could see his perfect reflection flipped in her pools of emerald as she studied him carefully.

" Kakashi, I-I, well, I don't exactly, urm… regret it," she muttered as she closed one eye, her other peeking at him from beneath her lowered eyelid.

His face only showed a fraction of his surprise, his eyebrows rose in wonder. Could it be she was feeling something he was? If there was even the slightest possibility… He could feel the warmth of the sun on his face as he let a calm smile spread over his lips.

" Good, because I don't either," he said at last, Sakura letting her eyes open again, the soft sea green hue of them engulfing him once more.

She smiled wide as she let a warm blush rush over her cheeks; her eyes reverting back to her feet in embarrassment. They spent the rest of the walk to the restaurant in a comforting silence, Sakura walking slightly closer than normal to Kakashi, who didn't mind it one bit.

'And to think of how this all began', they both thought, 'over a plate of left over meatloaf.'

Don't aske me where i came up with the idea for meatloaf, it was just there... eh i don't really have much to say about this so i guess i'll wait till next chappy to say something outta place...