Part 2
Chapter 3
Teacher Me Not
The Girl Who Surrendered Everything
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"Stupid! Stupid!" She chanted as her bleeding, broken fists crashed into the stony bark. Crimson fluid ran down her pasty wrists, as her limbs rose and fell. Pulling her icy chakra visibly to the heel of her palm she pushed the tree to the side, letting the trunk fall silently to the ground.
The pink-haired girl spun on her heel, her front now inches away from her master. Averting her eyes to the soggy ground she knelt down to the ground.
"I apologize sensei. I am sorry for my stupidity. Please forgive me."
Painted masculine fingers gripped her trembling chin, lifting her figure out of the mud and bring her lips inches away from his own.
"This may compromise our situation. Whatever happens now you must cooperate with them. No arguments or this might turn ugly. You understand?" His voice was cold, only a spark of warmth when needed.
She smiled lightly. "yes sensei."
With a curt nod he lifted his lingering fingers from her chin and placed then on her wrists.
"Training is done for the night, go home bandage your injuries and get some proper rest."
She began to pull away from him, almost too slowly as to tease him.
His hands on her wrists tightened, "Not funny."
"I though it might have been."
"Not even a little."
"Fine." She pouted.
"Now where is it? Or I might not feel wanted."
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, cupping his lips with her own.
Releasing him she smiled, "Now where's mine? Or I might not come bac-" His lips masked hers before she could even finish the daunting sentence.
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The three were sitting at a table, watching and analyzing the waitress.
Her bright hair was tide high in a sloppy bun, three pencils, or what they assumed two of them to be pencils, sticking out of the mass of pink locks. She bit on a plump lip as she scratched away on a notepad, wiping sweaty hands on the white apron that covered her black pleated skirt. Finished recording the order, she stuck the paper in her apron. Slowly her eyes scanned the room, her fingers dilly-dallying with her black tie and the corners of her white tee-shirt.
With a sigh she released hold of her clothing, offered the table a smile, and began to walk to the back of the café, only to return with a tray filled with coffee mugs.
"This is her huh?" Naruto whispered rather loudly.
"Shut up dobe."
"Yes, this is the infamous Haruno Sakura. Our mission is to bring her to the Hokage." Kakashi mumbled, still staring at her.
"Remarkable."
The Uchiha glanced lazily at his sensei, "What?"
"Look at how she keeps pretenses… She keeps her chakra hidden remarkably as to keep it above normal citizen yet below the worst genin… it goes along with her cover splendidly. And the way she moves… she keeps an insecurity about her and she exaggerates her clumsy movements. Her disguise is perfect."
Kakashi finished his rant, finally quieting down as Sakura headed their way, only a foot away.
"Naruto stick out your foot." He whispered.
Sakura now came within hearing distance, and seeing the offending limb in her way she carefully stepped over it calmly.
"Sasuke… yours." He said quickly.
Finally the waitress began to fall, with only a tenseness of shoulders and the fought down flinch to catch herself, she fell to the floor. Hot fluid rushing over the hardwood surface.
"What commitment." Kakashi stood, the other two following by surrounding the grounded girl in a circle, "Haruno Sakura, Daughter of deceased captain Haruno and deceased Hashu Hana… you are to report with us to the Hokage immediately."
Her eyes didn't even widen as she picked herself off the ground, pulling a rag from her back pocket. Wiping down the floor she smiled at the three.
"No problem, I get off in a minute anyways."
The three looked at each other, "Dude… I though she got off at four!"
"Oh… usually I do Naruto-san… I made special arrangements for today." Finishing up the last drop of hot liquid she returned the empty cups to the kitchen.
Exiting from the kitchen a few minutes later, you could notice her change of clothes into a pair of white skinny jeans and tank.
"We can go now… bye GiGi." And with the hallow response from said 'GiGi' The four left the café, onto the dirt road.
A/N : IM BACK FROM EUROPE…. Now I must go work on an extremely large chapter for my other fic… le gasp! What I do for my fans.
Love you all.