LiluFaery87- … I think like that… (he he, actually no I don't. It's a bit more complicated than what I'm showing you, and for that I apologize, I just can't figure out how to make this come across without saying it straight out and that would be tacky, but I think Kakashi and Sakura are being very stupid at the moment… I'd more argue Kakashi is acting like the typical female, but yeah, I guess that's a valid point)
Dani- Two hours? Damn. Well… … … … yeah I got nothing. I was going to come up with an excuse for why she had to work quickly but really… I got nothing. I actually sat here thinking for like, 20 mins. Mind, it's 2 in the morning and I just got home from a 20 something hour drive (that's right, I drive when I travel: cheaper and more environmentally friendly with my camel of a car (cuz camels retain water my car retains gas yeah bed time))
If you think this chapter seems patchy and stitched together… you would be correct. I wrote this chapter as a series of one shots to be used in the future… and yeah. Sorry for the time jumps, but they've both just sat around drinking and crying throughout the time jumps, basically. And doing stupid shit like extreme mountain climbing with one arm tied behind their back…
As to questions regarding Zen: she has no side. She lives for her own amusement and acts on whims. So as far as her changing sides: she does not. She creates a side and then leaves it. (Come on guys… she's like, hundreds of years old… would you take sides if you were that old?) The best way to say she takes sides is to say she takes Kakashi's side, and there is a reason for that, I just haven't decided what it is yet.
He's naked of course, or nearly, anyways. His hair is dripping wet and all he wears is a towel around his waist. He's forgone the mask, which makes me think he's been waiting for me. "Sakura," he says plainly. No emotions in his voice at all. "Come in."
"I just wanted to drop these off," I say plainly, holding out the papers.
"I'll only take a moment," he says, stepping back. I glance around nervously and then step past him inside. He takes the few steps to the kitchen and holds out his hand for the papers. I give him a pen as well.
"I'm sorry about your cousin," I say as he signs the papers without reading a word. Kakashi pauses for a moment, tapping the pen against the table. "I should have… I should've done something more."
"Thank you," he says, his head dropping, bits of water from his hair dropping onto our divorce papers. "But I don't think there's much else you could've done… he was sick anyways, you know? Cancer. Probably wouldn't have lasted another two years. No matter now, though." He signs the last line and then gathers the papers, handing them to me. "That's it then?"
I take the papers slowly from his hands, watching him let go with no hesitation. "Thank you, Kakashi," I whisper. "Thank you for making this so easy."
He shakes his head. "Making it easy for you, perhaps. It's another story for me." He laughs dryly, leaning against the table. "I just… I love you, Sakura… this is the hardest thing I've ever done… I… I feel like I'm dying… letting you go."
"I'm sorry," I whisper, looking down at the papers in my hand. "I just… I wanted to be loved, Kakashi. I was always like that, you remember. With Sauske, with Naruto eventually. At school I worked hard to be the teacher's pet. I wanted to be your favorite too. I've just always wanted to be loved… and you were there… and I… I don't love you. I'm sorry."
He sighs, nodding and looking at the ground. "You're too young," he sighs. My skin pickles at that. "You can't know what you feel."
"No!" I argue, practically growling. "I know exactly how I feel. Stop making excuses. I don't love you, Kakashi. Get it through your thick skull."
"If you change your mind," he begins after a deep breath.
"I won't," I mutter, turning on my heel to leave.
I try to cover his voice with the slamming of the door, but the words still echo through my head like a death sentence. "I'll always love you."
It's only a matter of time before Genma finds me. He comes pounding on the front door in the pouring rain a few weeks later at three in the morning. "What did you do to him?" He demands, pushing past me into the dark living room.
"Genma, good to see you too, sure, come right in," my sarcasm is lost on him as he paces angrily, shaking water out of his hair.
"You've broken him! I haven't even heard of that man crying in twenty years, now every time I see him his eye is all blood shot," his voice holds a certain panic to it, as if now that Kakashi's reacting badly everyone will be as well.
"Perhaps he's just been drinking," I state dryly, glancing at the saké bottle on the kitchen counter, half empty.
Genma laughs, almost hysterical. "No, no he proposes and kisses random strangers when he's drunk. He does not leave Jonin meetings and stand in the rain or take the most difficult missions making sure at least one person has the key to his place when he leaves. He does that when people die. Did you kill someone, Sakura?" Genma grabs my shoulders, looking into my eyes. "Did you kill someone?" It probably has something to do with the fact that my eyes can't quite focus on him that makes his hysteria soften.
"What even makes you think it's me he's upset over?" I mutter, leaning against the wall behind me as I swat his hands away.
"You two ran away together." I roll my eyes at his lack of separation between mission and real life. "When you come back you wouldn't even look at each other." Genma's probably not the only one who has put it all together. I know Tsunade has, even if she won't say anything. "He hasn't come bragging to me, so you're not weird because you've had sex, which means you probably did something to break him. So, I ask you again, what did you do to him?"
"Why not ask him, Genma?" I growl, stalking into the kitchen.
"Because you're not broken," he says, as if it's simple.
I laugh dryly at his assumption. "Yeah, nothing broken here," I mutter to myself, wishing the moisture out of my eyes. "Saké?"
He pauses, looking around the kitchen. "What happened here?" He asks; stepping over a shattered plate and glancing at blood smeared over the edge of the counter.
"I tripped," I lie skillfully for someone who's already had a few. "Cut my arm while cleaning up."
"You ok?" He asks, looking over my arm.
"Already healed it," I say easily. "It wasn't that bad." He glances over the hole punched in a cabinet, but doesn't say anything. I guess I should probably invest in a punching bag anyways. "Do you want something to drink or no?" He nods, coming to sit down next to me. He's probably assuming I'll do something stupid if I stay alone. I probably will, but at least I'll be the only one affected.
"Are you ok, Sakura?" He asks, frowning as I pour him a drink. "Really?"
"Nope," I say, clinking our glasses. "But I'm better than him, apparently."
Genman raises an eyebrow. "Kakashi?"
I raise one finger to my lips. "Don't say his name," I scold quietly. "It's not so bad if I don't hear his name." I sleepily put my finger across his lips. "Jus-just don't say his name, ok?"
"Question." Genam says against my finger, raising his hand over his head.
"Yes, perv, what?" I say, pointing to him.
"Am I going to get rebound sex tonight?" He asks.
I raise my chin slightly to consider that carefully. "Possibly." I admit with a slight nod. He smiles slowly, the side of his mouth raising as he mentally maps out his plan. "Kami, I know that look, knock it off." I scold, hitting him softly. He smiles, catching my hand. "And where do you get off telling people about us?" I ask, scowling. "About me, mostly."
"I don't know what you mean," he says evasively, changing his grip on my hand so he can pet the back of it.
"Miss. Natural Pink." I say clearly.
"Oh yeah," he laughs nervously. "I was surprised," he explains with an almost sheepish tone to his voice. "Who actually has pink hair?"
"He said you were obsessed," I tease, moving one leg to his chair so all it would take would be a simple shift of my weight and I'd be straddling him.
"Were?" he asks, raising an eyebrow as he brings his hand down to my leg, trailing his hand up to the edge of my shorts.
"You know though…" I laugh softly, leaning back, "he was so good."
"He?" Genma scowls. "You did sleep with him?" he asks, surprised.
"Mm," I say, taking another drink. "And he was good…"
"Kami, I hate him," Genma spits. "He ruins girls like you, setting standards too high for guys like me."
"No one sets standards for you, Gen-baby," I tease, leaning forward to practically coo at him. "We all know what to expect."
"Careful, sweetheart," he smirks back, allowing his eyes to trail over me, probably getting quite an eyeful from my low cut top. "I am so not above taking advantage of you when you're drunk."
"Tipsy," I correct falsely, touching his chest lightly. "And I remember quite well how good you are at taking advantage of drunk girls."
"This is shit," he growls, tilting his head back slightly. "You're throwing yourself at me and I can't have you."
"And why not?" I ask, trailing my hands up and around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. Just a little bit more and I'd be on top of him.
He takes hold of my wrists, forcing my hands down and pushing me back into my seat. "Because my best friend is in love with you."
I pause, sobered by his statement. "Yeah, right. Good thing he doesn't have many friends." If he scares everyone away from me I'll never get over the scumbag.
Genma smiles sadly, getting to his feet. "Thanks for the drink," he says, leaving the kitchen quickly and letting himself out. Probably off to find some nameless thing with big boobs leaving a bar alone.
"Fuck," I whisper, leaning my head against the bloody counter.
It's been three months since I last spoke to the man without a name. I see him every so often though. The nurses have never been happier with him, since he has since become the perfect patient, doing everything they ask and most importantly, staying put. He's taken mostly solo missions lately, and a few with Genma. I thought for a while the two had gotten back into their old habits, but a short conversation with Ino taught me he had Genma forced upon him, to monitor his actions since he nearly died under questionable circumstances on a fairly simple mission. Tsunade apparently thought he was trying to commit suicide. I found it very unlikely, but I refused to do anything that might help me learn if this was true or not.
I smile as the seamstress frets over Hinata's growing waistline, saying over and over again how obvious her pregnancy will be for her wedding, but Hinata just laughs it off. "Everyone knows I'm pregnant," she says with a smile. "It's not a secret."
"Girls today," the seamstress sneers. "Having babies before they get married…"
"I'm already married," Hinata reminds her with a slightly forced smile. "This is a ceremony for the benefit of my family and friends."
"You've grown so much in just a few days," the seamstress sighs, shaking her head. "I would be running out of cloth here pretty soon."
"Then good thing today is the last day she'll wear it then," I say from my spot in the corner.
Hinata smiles at me, putting her hands over her stomach. "Sakura, how well do you think Naruto will take it? That I want to stay home, I mean?" For weeks now Naruto and Neji had been tugging at Hinata, fighting over if they would move out to get a house on their own or stay at the family house. "I mean, it's sweet and everything, but I would rather have the family's help with the baby."
"He'd follow you to the end of the earth and over the edge," I say with a laugh. "You just tell him what you want, and if he doesn't like it he can go find another girl who can put up with him, right?"
Hinata smiles, blushing slightly. "I don't think I could do that," she says shaking her head.
"You're too easy on him," Ino laughs, coming into the room, shaking her head. "Here, he wanted me to give you this." She hands a note to Hinata before straightening out her dress. "He got you into this mess; you should milk that guilt for all it's worth."
"Don't listen to her, Hinata," I say shaking my head. "She doesn't know what she's talking about." Hinata isn't listening though, she's fanning herself with the note passed on from Naruto. "What'd it say?" I ask Ino softly.
"You don't want to know," she says, shaking her head.
Hinata nearly falls over. "You read it?" She shrieks.
Ino laughs. "I gave up after the first line. It's poetry… Kind of. A little dirty, a little immature, but it's poetry."
"How… cute," I say slowly.
There's a knock on the door and Ino glances to me. With a sigh I go to open it, waiting for Hinata to be covered adequately. I nearly fall over in shock when I open the door to see Kakashi slumped against the wall, hands stuffed in the pockets of his tux. "Yes?" I ask after a quick recovery.
"I'm supposed to ask if you're almost done," he says after a moment. "People are getting restless. Meaning Naruto mainly."
"We're finishing a few adjustments to her dress, she'll be ready in a bit," I say clearly, biting my lip. He nods, but doesn't look like he's going to move. "It's good to see you're well," I edge after a moment.
He nods, pushing off the wall. "Small talk, alright, see you in a few."
I sigh, closing the door. "Why are things so weird with you, forehead?" Ino asks, leaning against the wall next to me. "I thought it was just a mission, but things have been weird since you got back."
"We got a little carried away," I admit. "The recovery has been difficult."
Ino laughs. "What? Your fake kisses turn a tab too real?" She teases.
"Something like that," I sigh, catching her off guard. "Are we almost ready?" I ask the seamstress.
"Two minutes," she mutters around a mouth of pins.
"You ready to be married, Hinata?" Kurenai asks, straightening out her own dress in front of the full length mirror.
"I've been married," she mutters, not seeing it's a lost cause. "For three months now. But yes, I'm ready. Thank you, sensei for acting as my mother for the ceremony." Kurenai just smiles sweetly.
"Which date will be your anniversary?" I ask thoughtfully.
"Father wants it to be nine months before the baby's born," she says with a laugh. "I want it to be the day I told Naruto about the baby."
I nod carefully. "Very romantic. Was it before or after midnight when you told him?"
"I really don't know," she laughs, shaking her head, earning a sharp word from the seamstress.
After fifteen more minutes of pinning and stitching the seamstress finally steps back, motioning for Hinata to turn. Ino gasps slightly at the sight of her in her wedding gown, and Kurenai hugs her closely, kissing her cheek, and I offer a compliment, but I can't do any more than that. My palms are sweating like crazy; I've never had sweaty palms…
"You're glowing," Ino says, kissing Hinata's cheek as well.
"Lovely," I agree, picking up the bouquets and passing them out.
"Thank you," she says with a blush.
"Hinata?" All four of us look to the door to see Hiashi standing there patiently. "You look beautiful," he says softly.
"Thank you father," she says, blushing.
"Are you ready?" he asks after a moment.
"Yes, father," she says with a nod, holding her flowers at her chest.
"We'll wait outside," Ino says, pulling me out the door. "Sakura, could you please try to smile?" Ino spits, rolling her eyes once the door closed behind her.
"Sorry," I mutter, leaning against the wall. "I'm just tired."
"Like hell you are," she scoffs. "You've been 'tired' since you returned from your mission as Kakashi's fiancé."
"Ino," Kurenai bites sharply. "Leave Sakura alone."
Ino looks like she's about to say something, but she's cut off when the door down the hall opens and Kakashi, Neji, and Shikamaru appear. "Is she ready?" Neji asks.
"Just about," Ino says with a smile.
"You're all looking beautiful," Kakashi says, looking only at me.
Ino thanks him, I just turn to Neji. "How's it feel? Your baby cousin getting married before you?"
"Yeah, well it could have been me getting married first if I had been the one to go on that mission with you," Neji says with a smile. "You're a lucky man, Kakashi, getting married to Sakura."
"Much less lucky since," he says easily, still watching me.
"Oh my…" Ino mutters, looking between us.
"Are we ready?" A man says, poking his head through the door.
"I think so," I say, moving to stand beside Neji. Kakashi glances one last time at me and then goes to take Kurenai's arm. Ino pairs up with Shikamaru and after a few moments the door opens. All of Hinata's family is there, and because of Naruto's lack of family the only rows separated by association with bride or groom was the first few chairs, which would be Hinata's father and sister and Kurenai on Hinata's side and Kakashi, Sai, and Yamato on Naruto's side.
At the end of the aisle Kakashi and Kurenai step to their chairs, waiting for us to pass. Kakashi's eyes stay glued to me. Neji and I part, going to stand on opposite sides of Tsunade and Naruto, followed by Ino and Shikamaru. After only a few moments the doors open and Hinata and her father appear at the end of the hall, arms linked. With the room on their feet only one set of eyes doesn't watch Hinata on her way down the aisle, one mismatched pair of eyes that is glued to the pink-haired maid of honor who happened to be me.
I don't return his gaze throughout the ceremony, and I walk past him without a glance at the end. I try to slip out during the reception, but Neji and Naruto both demand a dance, and then Shikamaru was suckered into it as well when we all learned what a good dancer he was. Tsunade talked me into drinking a few rounds with her, which gave her an excuse to start her drunken ramble about how quickly Naruto had grown up, and what an annoying kid he used to be, and then asked when I was going to 'get off my fat ass and get hitched' as she put it. When Hiashi asked for a dance I jumped at the chance, tearing Tsunade's claws from my arms and following him to the dance floor.
"Thank you," I say once I'm out of Tsunade's hearing range, smiling up at Hinata's father and realizing for the first time that the few drinks I've had are really affecting me because of the two heads he has for a moment.
"No problem," he says with a gentle smile. "You looked slightly terrified. It was the least I could do." I smile gently, glancing over to Hinata and Naruto, holding hands at their table. "He'll treat Hinata right, don't you think?" He says after a moment.
"As right as he possibly can," I assure him. "Meaning… she'll feel like a queen every day of her life."
Hiashi smiles at that, twirling me slowly. "You're a good dancer."
"My father taught me when I was little," I say with a small smile.
"I wish I had taught Hinata to dance. I don't know where she learned… but it wasn't from me. She never learned anything from me." Hiashi shakes his head slowly, as if regretting ever thinking Hinata wasn't good enough to be clan leader. "I'm a little surprised she even asked me to walk her down the aisle."
"In Kinosaki," I say slowly. "Hinata told Naruto she was pregnant." Hiashi sighs, as if he hasn't yet come to terms with that fact, but I continue anyways. "When they decided to get married there she was so worried that you wouldn't approve… that you might kick her out of her home and abandon her as a daughter. All she wanted was your approval. The fact that you would agree to walking her down the aisle makes her happier than any gift you could give her."
"My approval?" he asks, with an awkward laugh. "She's giving me a grandchild… how could I not be happy?" I smile. During my three month training with Neji I had gotten to know Hiashi decently well, and his desire to be more of a father to Hinata was something I had more than just sensed. The man was just as desperate to be a part of his daughter's life as she was of his.
"Hiashi," I turn to see Kurenai, dancing in the arms of the man I had been so skillfully avoiding. "You're daughter looks lovely. Sakura, do you think I could borrow him? You can have mine."
"Of course," I say, letting go of Hiashi to stand awkwardly next to Kakashi as the two dance away from us.
"Would you care to dance?" He asks, not even offering his hand. I sigh and he nods. "I didn't think so."
"No," I say, shaking my head. "Come on, let's get it over with."
"You don't want to, forget it," he says with a shrug, turning to walk away.
"I want to dance damn it," I growl, forcing his hands to my waist. He smiles sadly behind his mask, beginning to move us in time with the music.
"I'm sorry, Sakura," he mutters. "I didn't want to push you away, if I knew that this would happen…"
"Shut up, Kakashi," I laugh under my breath. "I'm here to enjoy Hinata and Naruto's wedding, and so are you." His grasp tightens slightly around me and I can't help but ease into his arms. "So enjoy it."
"You're wearing my mother's necklace," he edges.
"I meant to ask you today, actually," I say without pausing. I'd practiced this in the mirror for hours last night. "Since I was sure to see you, if you wanted it back, I mean." I shake my head at how difficult it was to say that. Pathetic.
"No. No." He says quickly. "You keep it, I just. I thought maybe-" He stops, licking his lips. I get the feeling he's practiced what he was going to say next. "I miss you, Sakura," he says nervously. "I want you in my life again."
"And I'd like you to be in mine," I admit without thinking. "I mean, you have been for the most important years of my life, it'd be a shame to lose you now. Kami, why am I saying this?"
"Because you're tipsy," he says with a frown. "Genma said he came to see you a while ago. Said that… he said you didn't look very good."
"Genma is an idiot," I say, leaning my head against my chest so I don't have to look at him. His heart is absolutely racing, making me smile. "I think you need to calm down, sweetheart." His heart pauses at my name for him, then races again, making my smile grow. I can suddenly see him panicking as he chased children around the yard, trying desperately to get them into bed before I came home from work at the hospital. I chose to blame the drunkenness for that particular thought though.
"Sorry," he says softly. "It's just… sorry. Never mind."
I laugh, stepping away at the end of a song. "Drink?"
"I think you've had enough," he says slowly, looking at me carefully with his one visible eye.
"Maybe," I say with a shrug. "But you haven't."
"Sakura, I really don't think-"
"This is a wedding, Kakashi, you're supposed to drink," I scoff, pulling him off the dance floor. "Besides, I've been told I'd like you when you're drunk." Kakashi seems to falter, as if not sure what I'm offering is enough for him. But he doesn't really have much of a choice since in the next moment I'm forcing him to toast to the new couple.
I roll my eyes behind their lids upon waking up, contemplating just going back to sleep and letting the chips fall where they may when the man under me wakes up, but I get the feeling this is a problem I have to tackle now or never. If I don't do something now I may end up married with kids by next year. Which was actually something I found myself wanting more and more these days, not that I'd ever admit it.
"You going to run screaming?" a deep voice asks from beneath me.
"Not just yet," I murmur against his chest, fingering the buttons of his shirt. "I'm still tired." His calm hands brush my back, skipping from skin to the fabric of my bridesmaid's dress. For a moment the hope that we didn't actually have sex last night fills me, but the sticky feeling between my legs and my mysterious lack of underwear begs to differ. "How long have you been awake?" I ask carefully.
"I'm trying to pretend I'm not," he admits, and I get the feeling he has a killer headache. I probably will as well once we raise our voices above a whisper. "So… how much do you remember?" he asks after a bit.
"Not a lot," I admit. "You?"
"Enough," he says with a sigh, breathing in the smell my hair.
"Did Genma come home with us? He wanted to, I remember that," I try to tease, but my voice is too tired to show such advanced emotion.
"No," he says easily. "Just us." We're silent for a while before he finally speaks again. "You're a liar."
"Why's that?" I ask after a long moment.
He draws patterns on my back for a moment before he speaks. "You said you'd be gone before morning."
"Sorry to disappoint," I apologize without much thought. "In my defense I don't actually remember telling you that."
"Well then never mind," he says quickly. "You actually said you'd marry me."
"Funny man," I laugh dryly, rolling off of him and slipping to the edge of his bed. "Can I use your shower?" I ask as quietly as I can, the elevation change was enough to make my head feel heavy; I don't need any more pain.
"Go ahead," he says easily.
After straightening out my dress I glance back to him, pants undone, mask around his neck, jacket of his tux the only piece of clothing actually gone, already half asleep again, and shake my head sadly. The shower is way too loud and it actually takes a few tries to get the water to a point where my head doesn't throb at the sound of it. I'd like to take a long shower, just stand under the warm water until my fingers and toes prune, but apparently Kakashi's water heater isn't that big. I almost feel bad for him; having used up all his hot water, but hey, the man took advantage of a drunk girl. That's what he gets.
When I step out of the shower I find a fresh towel under the sink and stand in front of the mirror. Dark circles are under my eyes, a mix of lack of sleep and smeared makeup left on too long, and my hair is a rat's nest. There's hickeys all over my neck and chest, and turning slightly, I find them on my shoulders and back of my neck as well. I raise my eyebrows at how I possibly could've gotten those, but decide I probably don't want to know. There's a trail of smaller hickeys that lead down my stomach and one particularly colorful one on the inside of my right thigh, which makes me shake my head sadly. I look like a whore. The only thing effectively beautiful about me is the necklace I haven't taken off since the day I returned to Konoha, and even it seems to be tainted.
"Kami," I groan, wrapping the short towel around myself so my hands are free to rub the makeup off my face and splash my face with water. As I look back up I make eye contact with Kakashi in the doorway. He's changed, and is now wearing a simple tank top and pajama pants. The look in his eyes spells trouble, but I refuse to acknowledge it. "I'll be wearing turtlenecks for the next few weeks, I think." I say to him in faux laughter.
His hand reaches up slowly, pulling the edge of his shirt down to show the hickeys around his neck as well. "Me too," he says darkly, eyebrows rising once in an angry kind of suggestion.
"Are you ok?" I ask, turning around while I tighten the towel around me. He sets his jaw, his dark eyes trailing over me. He takes a step forward, which I counter with a step back, right into the sink. He pauses for a moment, eyes offering no comfort, just pure, raw, desire. "Kaka-" He takes another step closer and crushes his lips to mind, pushing me against the sink. I fumble for a moment, gripping the edges of the sink as he pushes himself against me. When I try to lean back, to say something, anything, he just follows, pushing me onto the sink, so I sit precariously on its edge. There's so much we need to say, need to talk about, but it feels like there's no time. He grabs the edge of my towel pulling at it forcefully until it sits in the sink behind me.
I find my hands drifting to the hem of his shirt, pulling at it, but he's no help in getting it off. He simply pushes his hips against mine, making me shiver with anticipation as the cloth of his pajama pants rubs against my bare skin. I groan against his lips but instead of pulling away so I can remove his shirt he pushes his pajama pants down and then grabs my hands, forcing them back to the edge of the sink as he pushes inside me with a groan. I tear my lips away from his to make my breathy moans heard and he kisses my neck, nipping harshly and he rocks against me, making me quiver. A scene from the book I had been reading and re-reading over the past few months by Konoha's number one pervert floats through my head. Kami, this is so much better than reading it.
I cry out in disapproval when he pulls away from me, yanking me off the edge of the sink. In a moment he's spun me around, so I can see my naked body in front of his in the mirror. With my lips swollen from his kisses and cheeks red with blush I look more than a little wild. "I can't do this," he says to me in the mirror. "This isn't enough for me, Sakura. So you tell me," he pauses, pushing me forward so my hands grasp the edge of the sink and giving a short tug on my hips, lifting them slightly. "What the hell do you want form me Sakura?" His eyes stare at me like stones in the mirror as he enters me again, making me want to sink to my knees as he pushes deeper in this new position. "Is this, right here-" he thrusts forcefully into me, making me cry out and drop my head to the faucet of the sink. His motions still as one hand leaves my hip, threading into my hair and gently pulling me back up to make eye-contact again. "Is that enough for you?" he questions, repeating the action with his fingers still holding my head up. In the book character-Kakashi had done this as well. In the book character-Sakura had kicked him through a wall… and then of course tended to his wounds, but still.
"Please," I whisper as he stills his movements again. "Kami, Kakashi don't tease me."
"Don't tease you?" He asks with a laugh, starting thrusting again, his expression touched by anger, his movements taking on some of those properties too. Character-Kakashi never got angry, which probably means Jiraiya's never seen him angry. "You tell me you want nothing to do with me, that you hate me, and always will, and then you prance around for four months wearing the only tangible object that could ever prove that to be a lie. So tell me Sakura, why do you tease me? What do you want from me?"
"I don't know," I whisper, meeting his eyes only because I have no choice. "I-I don't know."
"That's not good enough," he growls, his thrusts becoming more forceful, making me cry out in pleasure and push back against him. "What do you want from me?"
"I don't want you to stop," I gasp, tears touching my eyes.
"Stop what?" he demands. I falter, realizing I don't know. "Stop. What."
"Loving me," I hiss through clenched teeth. "I don't want you to stop loving me."
He falls silent, releasing my hair so I can drop my head to the faucet, and falling into a steady, calmer, rhythm that spreads warmth throughout me. "That's good enough," he says, pulling my hips back against him as he pushes me closer to the edge with each deep thrust.
I collapse against the sink when I cum, and he pulls away, leaning against the bathroom door in the aftershock of his own orgasm. "You ok?" He asks, watching me with one tired eye.
"I think I should go home," I admit, not wanting to look at him as I turn on the sink blindly, splashing cold water onto my neck and back.
"If that's what you want," he says with a sigh, closing his eye and breathing deeply.
"I have work," I say slowly, my legs shaking with the strength it takes to hold up what weight my arms can't handle. "Later… what time is it?"
"Ten? Noon? Two? I don't know… something even. I have a clock…" He trails off. "…somewhere…"
"Do you know where the rest of my clothes are?" I ask after a few deep breaths.
"…somewhere…" he echoes, smiling slightly.
"How did you know?" I ask slowly, looking under my arm at him, nearly passed out against the bathroom door, pants showing way too much and shirt high on his chest. "How did you know I wouldn't kill you? In the book I nearly kill you."
"I told you before: Jiraiya has my character down. He doesn't know anything about the real you though," he glances at me shortly, before sighing and struggling to pull up his pants. I laugh softly and then sink to the floor, crawling over to him to help. "Thank you," he mutters once his pants are back where they should be. I reach for my dress, pulling it on over my head and sitting next to him, my bare bottom on the slightly sticky floor.
"I don't know what I want yet, Kakashi," I say, leaning my head against his shoulder. "But I'd really like it if you would help me figure it out." He turns his head, kissing the crown of my head.
"Whatever you need," he whispers.
"In that case," I say simply. "I would really appreciate it if you'd go pick me up some of that tea Tsunade sent me. I'm all out, and I have to go to work…"
"Whatever you need," he repeats.
I meant to make this longer (really, I did) but I thought that was a really good place to stop. Sorry if it's starting to sound rushed, (that's because it is) I hate writing this type of thing but I think it's essential to the story. Originally I wrote that scene so they got in a fight and she stormed out. And I liked that, but I really wanted them to have sex against the bathroom sink… I have no idea why… was that good by the way? I kind of think sex scenes lose some of their appeal when too much is told. It's the imagination that makes it great… but whatever.
Um… I seriously contemplated making Sakura have a threesome with Genma and Kakahsi. I decided against it (mainly because Kakashi wasn't nearly drunk enough) but tell me if you want me to write that in later… I am fabulous at finding reasons for Kakashi to be drunk, Genma to be horny, and Sakura to be both.
Keep in mind that Kakashi and Sakura haven't talked to each other in 4 months (ish: there's no real time line for this story) so their weird behavior I think is called for. What would you do if someone you were dating suddenly broke up with you and then you woke up in their arms one morning? Keep in mind you're pissed from the breakup.
Note: sorry this is a western style wedding and not a very descript one. I don't know what a traditional Japanese wedding looks like and I've only been to two weddings in my life and both were outside and very… not normal.
Also. Hinata's at about six or seven months at her wedding. She knew she was pregnant for a bit before she told Naruto. That's not the main plot so I won't tell you about it.
To weird people like me: that bit with Genma at the beginning. That was a weird scene for me. Is there actually any proof of Genma being a perv in the show? Anyhow. I wrote that scene first just the majority of the conversation. Then I wrote in the actions, then I wrote in the fact that she was drunk, then I wrote in the fact that she was tearing her house apart. It was a weird scene for me to write, usually I just write something and post it.