Author's notes: Hey guys, sorry if I'm a bit late with the updates lately- I've been busy trying to finish my story. Anyways, here we have it, Chapter Thriteen. Just to point out that this chapter is a good one (on my opinion though).
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto...I only own Kakashi : P He's in my room at the moment shifty look
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE START OF DAY FIVE
Kakashi and Sakura made their way into a building with a welcoming sign above it saying 'Motel and Spa'; Sakura had her plans set in this place. The two Jounins rent a room for the night and make their way into the rooms.
It was very luxurious, with a veranda next to the bedrooms and a beautiful sight through the trees to look out at the setting sun. There were two bedrooms; each with a queen sized bedroom. Sakura was now more eager to stay here.
"This place is huge," Sakura exclaimed, staring at everything that she came across in the room.
"Heck yeah," Kakashi replied enthusiastically, putting his bag on his bed.
Kitsune and Kuro were running around playfully after one another, having a ball. Sakura plopped herself on her bed with a huff, sighing deeply and closing her eyes. Kakashi sat there on his bed, gazing at his surroundings and watching Kuro muck around like he always did.
That night, Sakura had her room and Kakashi had his own. But Sakura was still having trouble sleeping:
The kunai stuck out of the mad blonde's chest and all that could be heard was his heavy breathing and the sound of blood dripping on the wooden floorboards.
"Sakura-chan…" Naruto gasped, swallowing deeply as the blood seeped from his mouth and dripped from his chin.
Sakura couldn't believe what she just did, but she had no choice; Naruto would've killed her by accident. Naruto was out of control and all Sakura wanted to do was help him, but it was already too late.
Naruto's eyes reverted back to their normal blue state; though looking tired and worn out. Naruto's black sharp nails went back to normal. His Kyuubi state was suppressed once more, but Naruto's physical state was on the brink of collapsing.
"Naruto…" Sakura watched as Naruto stumbled back, looking horridly at the inanimate object pierced into his heart. His stupor changing to the lament of grief and death.
Naruto fell to his knees, reaching his hand over the blooded wound, gasping desperately for the need for air, but his heart could no longer handle it.
On its last few beats of pumping blood through his system, Naruto shed tears before falling to the side, saying his last words, "Sa…ku-ra…cha…an…" Naruto lay there, almost motionless and reached out a hand for the medic.
Sakura fell to her knees, gazing in sheer agony, not able to believe what she was looking at. Her tears already spilt on the floor as Naruto's vision turned to blur and all life was sucked from him.
Before Sakura could do anything, Sasuke appeared, glaring evilly at the medic. Sakura wanted to move but the fear that struck her rendered her completely immobile and couldn't move.
Sasuke pulls out his sword and made his few steps towards the pink haired medic, "you did the wrong thing Sakura-chan," he slurred, raising his sword and ready to slice at Sakura's innocent body.
Sakura closed her eyes tightly and all she could hear was her own blood shed and pain surging through her body…
Sakura sits up at an instant, sweating heavily from her nightmare. She checked herself, making sure none of what she was dreaming of was actually happening. Only the small sting of something in her waist was all Sakura could tell, but everything else seemed okay.
The medic sighed heavily, wondering why she was always having these dreams about Naruto's death and Sasuke suddenly showing up from nowhere. Worried she'd dream of him again, Sakura slid out from under the blankets and shuffled her feet along the wooden floor of her room and opened the door to the veranda.
It was a peaceful night; the crickets soft but everlasting and the moon high in the sky, giving Sakura's source of light.
Sakura stared aimlessly at the sky, watching as the light breeze tickled the trees above. A tear rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto the railing of the veranda.
Before Sakura could enjoy the blissful evening under the stars, Sakura had another flashback of Naruto's death:
Sakura was well hidden in the bushes. It looked as though Naruto and Sasuke had only just encountered each other, and Naruto waited for Sasuke to say something, "Sasuke…" Naruto cursed seriously, his blood boiling already.
"Naruto…" Sasuke replied.
Sasuke placed his hand on his hip, near his sword, looking as though he would pop up behind Naruto and slice him up, but he didn't do anything.
The raven haired boy closed his eyes, grinning evilly, "I won't fight you Naruto, I have other business to tend to," he sneered, staring at Naruto with his Sharingan eyes.
Naruto was frustrated; he wanted to finally fight Sasuke and show him what he was capable of. He narrowed his eyes at his former teammate.
"But I will leave you a little present that I learnt from Orochimaru-sama," Sasuke formed several hand signs at the speed at which Naruto could not compete with. In a flash, Sasuke appears directly in front of the blonde Jounin and punched him with his glowing purple fi-
"Another night huh?" said a calm voice from behind.
Sakura turned around to find Kakashi leaning against the terrace doorframe, gazing tiredly at the medic standing before him.
Sakura nodded before staring naively at the Jounin, "did I wake you?" she wondered, hoping she didn't, and besides, Sakura was as quiet as a mouse when she opened the terrace door.
Kakashi made his way to Sakura's side, shaking his head, "nah, I couldn't sleep either, so I decided to come here to freshen up a bit, but then I found you standing here as well," he stated, leaning on the railing and sighing heavily.
"Well that makes two of us then," Sakura replied, shifting her weight to the other leg.
Sakura just gaped at the partially covered sky and sighed before a strange idea came up in her head, "so how have you been coping in the past month?" she asked curiously.
Kakashi sighed, "well, not as good as I'd hoped; usually I would be able to handle the loss of a comrade or teammate, but now I don't even know anymore," Sakura could sense Kakashi's frustration towards the death of Naruto.
Sakura was barely able to handle the loss of her best friend, yet she managed to live so long without any slit wrists or other self-inflicted injuries.
"What about you?" Kakashi asked.
"Put it this way; I wake up every night screaming from my nightmares, I can't eat properly, my work has been slow and Tsunade has been on my case for ages, and it's pissing me off," Sakura vindicated, sighing deeply and rubbing her temples frustratingly.
Kakashi nodded, understanding what Sakura meant, "bad…that's okay, I probably would've expected that from you," right there, Kakashi stopped in his traces of his vision and turned to a real annoyed medic, eyeballing him with scorn, "what's that supposed to mean?" she snapped in question.
Kakashi winced inwardly, hoping Sakura wouldn't hit him, "what I mean is; you usually take things in deeply, affecting you heavily and leaving you mentally and spiritually scarred," Kakashi hoped he had said the right words that time.
"Oh," Sakura calmed down again, staring at the trees around her.
Kakashi sighed quietly, looking to his right to think without a pink haired Kunoichi sticking out in his sight to put him off.
"Kakashi-sensei?" the small voice asked.
"Hm?" Kakashi faced Sakura, staring at her remorseful glimpse.
"I'm sorry for going off at you this morning; I was just so stressed out that I didn't really know what I was doing until I started crying…in your arms," Sakura felt hesitant to go further in the details; it would've made the situation much more awkward between the two Jounins.
Kakashi shook his head, "don't worry, I kind of knew you weren't yourself because I have never seen you so angry at someone like that before," he scratches the back of his head sheepishly and grinned mildly.
Sakura felt ashamed to be seen as someone who was upset and angry all the time. Whenever Sakura cried, it made her feel like she was only ten years old, crying over her big forehead, before Ino showed up and made her feel better.
Kakashi cocked his head sideways to see what Sakura was expressing in her emerald green eyes.
"I just had a thought about this morning," Sakura started.
Kakashi cringed inwardly at what his presumptions were and hoped Sakura wouldn't bring it up. If she did, Kakashi had to think up an excuse to get out of his imprudent plight.
Sakura gave Kakashi a serious look, "why…did you kiss me?" she asked, rubbing her face to rid the deep blush forming on her cheeks.
The dubious look in Kakashi's only visible eye showed exactly what Sakura expected. Kakashi didn't know what to say, "uhh, well…" Kakashi started, looking anywhere but at Sakura.
The silver haired Jounin twiddled his fingers, trying to come up with the best answer, but nothing came up. Kakashi sighed, "I don't know," he stared warily at the trees before him, faintly hearing village scouts calling to one another.
Sakura raised an eyebrow; she wasn't convinced. She stared at Kakashi, still waiting for an answer, which she wasn't going to get on the audible motive. Kakashi gave Sakura a look of uncertainty, "I honestly don't know why; all I know is that something in here took over," he pointed at his chest.
Somehow, Sakura actually believed him, but at that, she blushed deeply. Lucky it was dark or Kakashi would've definitely seen that redness stick out like a sore thumb.
"Maybe we should get back to bed; it's already quite late and we need to rest up for tomorrow," Kakashi recommended, turning around and slowly making his way back inside.
Sakura was hesitant to actually return to her bed and sleep. She walked inside, allowing Kakashi to close the veranda door. He watched Sakura stride to the couch in the centre of the room. The medic sat down and attested a look of slight fear and worry.
Kakashi stood there, waiting for something, "Sakura-chan," he almost whispered.
Sakura gazed off to her left, away from Kakashi and sighed, "I don't want to dream of him again; it's just too painful to bear," she clenched her fists, trying so hard not to shed tears again in front of her former teacher, it just didn't feel right anymore.
Kakashi sighed, setting his gaze to the floor, before leisurely making his way to the couch and sitting down on the other end of said thing next to Sakura. He reached his arms out and let them rest against the back of the couch.
"But you don't have to dream of the worst things that have happened in your life," Kakashi started, trying to get Sakura to look at him.
Finally, Sakura made eye contact with the older Jounin, trying to guess where he was going at with this. Her eyelids were getting heavy and she yawned longingly. Kakashi just stared lazily at the medic before saying, "you can lie down and rest your head on my lap if you want," Sakura gaped at the serious look she received from Kakashi and decided to take the offer.
She lay down hesitantly, trying not to look at the Jounin she was about to rest her head on. She gently rest her head on Kakashi's lap, trying not to blush and relaxed herself on the man's thigh.
Kakashi sat there, very calm and stared at the sleepy medic on his lap and finally opted to his words, "when I first became a Jounin, I lost a comrade, who was also my best friend," he paused, relapsing through his memories and continued, "after his death, I had nightmares about him constantly and I was falling apart, but then I thought why I kept thinking about him that way in all those negative ways, so I decided to think back to the good times we had together as a team," Sakura stared at what ever was in front of her and listened intently.
"After all that trouble of pain and suffering, I told myself that he was my best friend and even though we had a few rough times together, he would never want to hurt those close to him and I never had nightmares about him like that again; only the positive ones remained,"
Kakashi occasionally moved his hands around with his dialect and stared at Sakura once more. Sakura remained silent, perpetuating any signs of tiredness to stay awake.
"So what I'm basically saying is that you should start thinking positive towards Naruto; thinking back to all the good times you had together as well as the fun times," Kakashi pulled his arms in and rubbed his wrists jadedly.
Kakashi leaned forward without moving his legs and noticed Sakura had fallen asleep, 'I wonder if she was even listening to me from the beginning,' he thought, sighing to himself and leaning back on the couch.
Kakashi looked around for something to keep him occupied and saw a small handle on the side of the couch. As curious as a cat, Kakashi reached down and pulled on the handle to reveal a small drawer with blankets in them. Actually they were couch protectors, but Kakashi saw them as blankets.
He pulled it out and draped it over Sakura's body, tucking it nicely under her arms. Kakashi grinned to himself as he watched Sakura dream. He pulled a pillow that was under his thigh and placed on the edge of the couch, resting his head on it and sighed.
He moved his legs to the side so that his back wouldn't get stiff in the morning and lie down almost straight and keeping Sakura on his thigh. Kakashi gently moved Sakura towards him so she wouldn't slide off the couch while she slept and lie more comfortably.
With Sakura lying almost completely on top of Kakashi, with most of her upper body resting on his chest. She absentmindedly moved her hands from her face, along Kakashi's chest and on his right shoulder, making Kakashi hold his breath.
Kakashi forced himself to breathe normally again after watching Sakura's delicate movements over him. She moaned softly. Kakashi didn't do anything, he was just staring at her sleeping state and having a few imaginations, which soon turned into problematic concerns.
Was Kakashi falling for his former female student? Sakura did seem quite attractive and alluring, but what did Kakashi truly feel towards her? But Kakashi couldn't; it would be too wrong. Kakashi was a thirty-three year old male ninja, who avoided any such relationship all his life. Sakura was only nineteen; it made things so complicated.
There was a fourteen year difference as well and Tsunade…what would Tsunade think? What would the whole village think? Would they approve this relationship?
Kakashi couldn't think of that right now, so he pushed those subjects of worry aside for now and tried to catch up on his sleep. Not to mention the beautiful medic sleeping on him, making Kakashi feel glad as a matter of fact.
The next morning, Kakashi flickered his eyes open to only find a lock of pink hair in his face. Thank kami for masks, Kakashi was glad he didn't accidentally breathe in the hair and choke on it; that would've been an embarrassing way to go for the famous Sharingan Kakashi.
Kakashi lay there, trying to wake up properly. He lifted his only moveable arm and shifted the long pink hair from his cryptic face. Kakashi sighed heavily, though it was hard due to the amount of weight pressed against his chest; it made it almost difficult to breathe properly.
He looked down to find Sakura completely on top of him and her face right by his. Blushing deeply, Kakashi observed the situation; Sakura had her arms almost wrapped around his neck, and Kakashi's left arm was tightly in between the couch and Sakura's waist.
This certainly was the most awkward situation Kakashi had ever been in in his life. He finally decided it was time to take a shower, so he tried to pull himself upright on the couch without waking Sakura or pull her with him. Kakashi gently removed Sakura's arms from him and placed her comfortably on the couch, where he was now standing on the cold floor.
Kakashi quickly rearranged the blanket, making sure it was on Sakura properly and dashed off to the shower.
Sakura breathed deeply and finally woke up, opening her eyes slightly and looking around at what her vision would allow.
'What time is it?' Sakura thought, not getting up from her snug position and stared at anything in front of her.
Sakura finally remembered what happened the night before; she could smell Kakashi's scent on the couch, making her wonder, 'what on earth happened last night?' she thought again.
After trying to establish what was actually going on, Sakura just lay back down in her cosy position, staring lazily at the coffee table in front of her.
Dozing off again, Sakura closed her eyes, slowly letting her imagination take over her mind. Her thoughts led to good times to Naruto to Kakashi all of a sudden. Though it felt strange to think of Kakashi in general, Sakura just let everything flow together.
Sakura was aware of her stomach filling with butterflies at the thought of Kakashi doing practically unthinkable things. Almost dreading to the mental image of Kakashi almost completely naked made Sakura open her eyes from her baffling imaginations.
Before Sakura had thought that everything was better and give off a sigh of relief; it actually got worse. Not only did Sakura just think about a half naked Kakashi, but she was in fact staring at that particular man with a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist.
Completely stunned, Sakura just gaped at the silver haired Jounin, or well…most of him, "morning…" Sakura forced, trying to stay as calm as she could.
"Morning. Sorry if I woke you, but I believe I left my headband here," Kakashi stated sheepishly, pointing at the top of the couch where the black headband hung.
Sakura glanced at the metal plated fabric on the edge of the couch then returned her bewildered glare at the older Jounin, "d-don't worry sensei, you didn't wake me up," she gulped, pushing down the lump in her throat. What made the situation even more irritating and embarrassing for Sakura was that Kakashi had his towel wrapped ridiculously low on his hips, making Sakura's face turn a deeper shade of red.
Not only that, but that near naked figure was coming closer to Sakura, causing her to nearly faint from anxiety. She leaned back from her position to get away from the wet Jounin and gulped again.
'Oh god, why me?' Sakura asked herself, wishing she could do something to resolve the matter.
Kakashi grinned, watching Sakura's expressions turn sour. With one hand desperately holding his towel in place and the other holding his forehead protector, Kakashi stared strangely at the tired looking medic, wondering of all things she would be so tensed up about but shrugged instead.
Author's notes: Hehehe, I love awkward moments; Kakashi and Sakura are just the perfect victims for it insert evil grin here . I liked this chapter, but I love all of my chapters because I worked hard writing them. I was told by one of my friends that I could be an excellent writer some day if that's what I wanted to become and an anime artist because of all the ideas I come up with. About this chapter; I'd like to point out that I'm trying to cut back on all the flashbacks, but if Sakura is either having a nightmare or an angsty flashback, then there will most likely be a flashback scene written out (all bloody and nasty with Sasuke being the bastard and rubbing in Sakura's face with his sword). But enough drabbling, hope you liked this chapter, now reviews please