Title: Then You'll Find Your Servant Is Your Master
Fandom/Community: Naruto / kakasakudrabble
Characters: Kakashi, Sakura, Tsunade
Pairing: KakaSaku
Rating: PG-13
Word of the Week: Explaining

Author Notes: I felt the need to write an Angry!Sakura. Sigh. Not only do I have nine more of these, but I've fallen behind on my 15minutefic Bleach Drabbles. I also have my KakaSaku three-shot, Picture Trends, that I've been working on—I got most of the first chapter done. Then Shambling Grounds, my other KakaSaku fic, which is gonna be more than one chapter for sure now. Then Blue Ruin, my InuYasha fic, and also my dmhgficexchange fic that I haven't worked on.

This is all in addition to all my school work. Bear with me as I try not to die.


She'd barely closed the door before a bottle of ink exploded somewhere close to her head.

"What did he do this time to piss you off?"

Tsunade's brown eyes narrowed threateningly, fingers flexing to get a better grip on the small desk lamp that Shizune had bought her for her birthday the year before. "Excuse me, Sakura-chan?" she asked, her voice frighteningly soft.


The door wobbled, straining against its lock and hinges under the pressure of her fists.

"Kakashi, you ass, open this goddamn DOOR!"

She froze for a second, breathing air back into her lungs. Her throat was slowly becoming sore from yelling at him. She was sure that he could hear her screams, and she knew for certain he could sense her chakra. There was a reason why he wasn't letting her inside; she wasn't willing to ignore his little sentiments. If she was pushed, she'd force inside, one way or another.


Sakura flinched slightly—she was amazed; she flinched when her shishou spoke to her harshly, not when the female threw a breakable object at her. "I mean. . . please, tell me how I can punish Kakashi for whatever he did. I promise I will make him hurt and all of that good stuff you like to hear about."

The pink-haired kunoichi offered a small smile in an attempt to ward off the beast.

The Hokage growled for a moment, but set the lamp back on her desk.

From somewhere on the other side of the door, Sakura could have sworn she'd heard Shizune sigh in relief.


Something inside the apartment shuffled quietly, and Sakura's viridian eyes narrowed. Her anger escalated. Then her eyes flashed knowingly.

"If you don't let me in, you're not going to get sex for a month!"

"Why didn't you say so?"

The door slipped out from underneath her hand; she let out a small shriek as she tumbled head-first into the house.

Sakura growled and pounded her fist—minus super strength—into the floor, biting back a scream. "You have got to be kidding me!"

The young woman pushed herself to her knees and turned her head, throwing pink hair from her vision as she stared at him. The silver-haired jounin leaned against the door, single eye staring directly at her. It made her feel almost awkward. She'd seen thousands of Kakashi's stares—this one was new. She wondered if it was one of these looks that had gotten her into this mess.


"Seven shinobi." Tsunade made a fist and slammed it into the open palm of her other hand. "Seven, Sakura. Five jounin, two chuunin. Nobody actually saw him, and those idiots aren't talking. Probably threatened them with an even more severe beating than the first time if they mentioned he was the one to put them in the hospital. Kakashi is the best we've got—I don't want to have to deny him taking part in missions."

Sakura sighed and shook her head. "That's seventeen this month. At this rate, Konoha isn't going to have any adult ninja left to defend it." Beryl eyes flashed angrily. "And I'm sick of it!"

"Punch him for me, kid."


"Is that all you care about?" she growled, getting to her feet. "Sex?" She scoffed and wiped at her nose, turning away from him. Her eyes fixed on a spot to her left—she kept walking straight. "I should have known."

"Sakura, what's the matter?"

She swerved to the right and grabbed the long-since-dead plant by the rim of its pot. She held it threateningly above her head. "What's the matter?" she echoed, green eyes narrowed angrily. "What the fuck do you think is the matter, Kakashi? I know you're smarter than this, so stop playing dumb with me. You may be smarter than me, but I'm not an idiot."

His single visible eye widened, surprised. "I never thought you were, Sakura." He held out his hands in a placating manner. "Now, let's put down Mr. Ukki. You don't want to do anything you'll regret."

"Regret?"

Her beryl eyes gleamed for a moment.

Then she sighed and sank to the floor, setting the pot down next to her. "Currently, the only thing I regret is dedicating any of my time to you."

Kakashi bent down, slipping an arm under her legs and around her back. He stood up, pulling her against his chest. She growled angrily and pushed at him; his arms tightened around her. "Stop fidgeting," he muttered. He walked to his bedroom and shut the door with his foot, before dropping her on the bed.

"I don't need you to defend me, Kakashi," Sakura mumbled, crossing her arms.

Kakashi stared down at her, hands in his pockets. "Can we speak seriously now, Sakura?"

"Tsunade's pissed at you, ya'know. You need to stop beating people up."

Kakashi leaned over, pushing his hitai-ate up to meet her eyes with both of his own. "Then I wouldn't be a good. . . whatever I am." Sakura sighed—he still refused to say boyfriend. "When shinobi decide to start talking, about you, in less than savory terminology and situations; that's when I step in." His hand reached up and splayed across her cheek affectionately. "You're mine. Every part of you. From your head, to your toes, to your temper."

Sakura sniffed.

"You need to stop making me feel bad."

Kakashi smirked and pressed his lips to her forehead. "I wasn't trying to. I was trying to make you understand."

"Your exposition sucked."

He kissed her forehead again, then her nose, her cheeks, before finally pressing his lips gently against hers. "Aa." His knees slid onto the bed, and he pressed her backwards. Her legs went straight, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He smirked against her lips. "Enjoying yourself?"

She breathed his masculine scent in, humming in response.

He kissed her again, harder, more fervently. "Good. That's my job." He accented the word specifically.

"I always did have you wrapped around my finger."