Entry no. 12: Dead Wrong
A/N: KakaSaku. Warned you. AU. (An AU connected with my other AUs. I'm starting to connect my oneshots into... One-Particular-AU oneshots. Wow. I might try those as well...)
P.s. Thanks for reviews. Thanks for not flaming me for writing NejiSaku... and stuff
Don't read if you don't care about me as an actual person: I'm currently addicted on the song "The Real Slim Shady" by Eminem? You know it? It's flawless, isn't it? -_- ... can answer me in a review.
"I'm so... dead."
Kakashi smiled down at the kunoichi. "You have no stamina, Sakura."
"Aaah, shut up, sensei! We've trained all day! You're tired as well."
"I think you're not dead," Kakashi remarked, sitting opposite her in a chair. "When you can yell at me like that."
Sakura gave him a dirty look and stood up again. "Do you want a tea?"
Kakashi's smile was sugary. "You would be very nice."
Sakura sighed and walked over to the kitchen. "Don't play me, Hatake."
"I'm not playing anything, Haruno."
Sakura's head popped out of the kitchen door. "Maybe that's your problem, Kakashi-sensei. You should play more."
Kakashi gave her another smile. "Let's play something together, then."
She frowned. "Like what?"
"I don't know. I don't know any games. If you don't want to play ninja with me."
She grimaced sourly. "I've had enough of playing ninja today. Let's play... uh..."
"What about the game you and Naruto play and one of you always ends up shouting?"
Sakura raised a brow. "Guess Me?"
Kakashi nodded. "If that's how it's called."
Sakura shifted a bit. "It's pretty hard."
"I'm certainly not afraid."
"And it mostly ends after the first question."
"Preconceptions are made to be proven wrong."
Sakura frowned. "You really want to play it, right?"
"I'm bored."
She sighed. "Fine. Let me explain you the rules: One of us will start and ask the other one a question about himself, like, "What's my favourite colour?". The first one will guess, I don't know, that it's green. If he guessed right, he has a point and he can ask himself."
"And if he's wrong?"
"Then the second one wins, and can ask the first one to do anything for him."
"That's harsh."
"I know."
"It's sweet that when you play, Naruto almost always wins."
Sakura blushed. "Shut up."
She vanished into the kitchen once more, returning in a while with two teacups and a kettle.
"Who's going to start?" Kakashi asked once he had a full cup of tea in his hands.
"I," Sakura said simply.
"Why?"
"I'm a lady," Sakura began, sipping the hot tea, "And I'm the more experienced in this here."
Kakashi smiled. "You don't want to lose, right?"
"Yes."
"You are afraid what I might want from you?"
Sakura looked at him, and the look in his eyes almost said she should be. "No, sensei," she shrugged. "But I've lost the last time we played with Naruto."
That was a lie, and Kakashi knew it. He loved watching Sakura and Naruto play those stupid games of theirs, and he used every opportunity he had to do so.
"Oh. Then begin, Sakura."
She nodded.
Some defiant part of her wanted to ask Am I afraid of you?, but the rational part had to admit that she had no answer for that.
She decided to make it easy for him. "What's my favourite colour?"
Kakashi smiled. "Red."
"Correct."
"What's my ninja rank?"
"Jounin," Sakura answered, frowning. "What's that question?"
"Correct," Kakashi said, watching her attentively. "I don't want you to let me win, Sakura."
The pink haired kunoichi grinned.
The game was on.
"What's my favourite food."
"Dumplings."
"Correct. How did you know?"
"You order dumplings every time you have the choice. Where do I live?"
"Flat 4 in the housing unit 24B."
"Correct. And how did you know?"
Sakura looked away. She remembered it all too well. "I've been there once. When you were five hours late for training. I have a fishlet at home. What's its name?"
"You have no fishlet," Kakashi answered, crossing his arms. "But a good bluff."
"Correct," Sakura smiled. "And thanks."
"I have scented soap at home. What's its scent?"
Sakura looked away. Another memory, from the same day. Sneaking into her sensei's flat, she smelled kunai polish and...
"Cherry."
Kakashi looked at her with surprise. "Good guess."
Not a guess.
She didn't answer that.
"Do I like sweet-briar?"
"You hate it."
She looked at him. He looked so smug, sitting in her chair, leant back, arms crossed, eyes fixed on her...
"Correct."
How did he know?
It was like torture, she felt like Kakashi was creeping into her head. With each question, she remembered the day, with each answer, she realized she notices. That she cares about what he likes and dislikes, what things around him are like. And he knew so much about her.
Why?
Because he's her sensei?
"My favourite Icha Icha book?"
"Paradise," she answered blankly, automatically.
He practically didn't let go of the book for most of the time she knew him.
"Wrong."
She twitched. "What?"
Kakashi smiled. "You were correct, but you were dozing off."
She frowned at him. "Bastard."
He kept smiling.
She was starting to get into a bad mood. "How do my favourite pair of socks look like?"
"A bit longer, plain white."
He couldn't know that."Good guess," she mumbled.
"I wasn't guessing."
Damn you, Hatake.
"Who's my most frequent drinking buddy?"
And how was she supposed to know that?
She would give it up just to stop it already, but Kakashi seemed like he was challenging her to do her best.
And she wanted to show she's not afraid of him, former sensei or not.
A strong man or not.
She was silent for a long while.
And then, her mind wandered to the day... and she recalled a woman in a coat with a broad grin, showing her way to Kakashi's home. A woman that most likely spent the last night with him drinking, a woman she later came to know as...
"Mitarashi Anko."
"Do you read my mind, Sakura?"
It was spoken in a very strange way. "No," she retorted. "Do you read mine?"
Kakashi smiled again. "Sometimes it's easy to," he replied. "And you are correct."
"Do I like cats or dogs?"
"Cats. To my uttermost disappointment," the dog summoner added with a smile.
How... oh.
She told him that.
"Correct."
"What is the most stupid pick up line I've ever used?"
"Excuse me?"
Kakashi repeated his question.
"How... am I... supposed to know that, sensei?"
Kakashi shrugged. "I guessed you might know it, considering that you felt obliged to name it so."
Sakura frowned pensively.
The... worst pick up line Kakashi's ever used?
Wait...
"That's the most stupid pick-up line ever, sensei."
"I know. But you're going to have a tea with me, so it worked."
Sakura smiled a bit.
Kakashi noticed and sipped his tea.
Through the mask, by the way.
Ew.
"Sakura, I'm thirsty and I don't want to get stuck with Naruto. Want a tea?"
"Correct."
"That's not even a pick up line, by the way."
Kakashi shrugged. "Your words."
Sakura couldn't argue about that. "What's my favourite song?"
"Courage by Shisuke Tomoko."
"...correct."
She needed a question he won't be able to answer.
Was there possibly something he didn't know about her?
"Who am I in love with?"
Sakura froze.
Well, he beat her to that.
To the unanswerable question of course.
She glared at him. "How am I supposed to know that, Kakashi-sensei?"
Kakashi's eye crinkled.
He was an idiot, and a sore loser.
"You figured out Anko-san. Try this."
Sakura frowned. Sore loser all right.
Fine.
Kakashi... in love? This was so absurd she couldn't even imagine it.
Kakashi, his laid-back, lazy, detached self, fretting over some woman... or man?
Sakura wasn't really sure.
Was it a bluff?
Somehow she doubted that.
What were the symptoms of love?
He was supposed to care extraordinarily much for someone, find excuses to be with the person, act weirdly around her.
Kakashi's latest actions...
He spent a lot of time with her and Naruto, watching as they argued, training with them, gossiping with her and listening to Naruto's rants.
He was there for them when melancholy overcame them, when they remembered Sasuke.
He also lost some of his cool around them, or so it seemed to Sakura. He sometimes seemed almost... happy.
He was speaking to them in tone softer than before, his smiles around them more fond, his laughs more heartfelt.
Oh no.
Kakashi.
You...
Oh my.
Kakashi you are in love with...
"Naruto."
Kakashi watched her silently for a while.
Kakashi is gay.
And he is gay for Naruto of all people.
Sakura's former sensei closed his black eye, seeming to try and regain his cool.
"Sakura, you're..."
Correct.
No point in denying that, sensei. I know it.
"Dead wrong."
This was said with a chuckle.
Sakura frowned. "But how?"
"Easily," Kakashi said softly. "First, Naruto did grow up into a fine man, but he's really not my type. Second, I am not homosexual. Third, you were close."
Sakura blinked. "Close?" she repeated. "How close?"
Kakashi smiled. "Very close."
She looked away. "What do you want from me?"
"Just one thing," Kakashi said. "And you can say no if you want to."
Sakura looked at him. "Trying to be gentleman?"
"I don't want you to be mad at me for making you do it."
She watched him. He was still smiling slightly, that much was evident under the mask and from his eye. "Fine."
Kakashi tugged at his mask, letting it slip down.
Narrow jaw line, thin lips, face clean-shaven for some reason.
He was... handsome.
In a way.
"Kakashi-sensei," she breathed out, seeing her sensei's face for the very first time.
"Could you please kiss me, Sakura?"
"What?"
"Kiss me, Sakura."
She blinked.
And it all snapped into place.
Fond smiles, heart-warming laughs. Little things he noticed. Small, genuine compliments about her looks. Evenings spent over jasmine tea. Random moments of consent. The sudden tight hug when she came back after Sasuke died in her arms.
Oh.
Dead wrong she was.
He was in love with her.
She practically threw herself at him, gripping the armrests as she leant in and pressed her lips against his.
It was one moment of foolish bravery, but she was grateful for it.
Because now, feeling Kakashi's warmth, smelling the peachy smell of his hair-gel once again...
She didn't want to let go.
Kakashi's arms sneaked to her waist, palming her sides as she continued to kiss him.
She propped one arm on his muscular chest, her thumb rubbing small circles.
She loved him too.
Kakashi carefully slid his hand up her back, trying not to startle her.
When he deepened the kiss, Sakura's mind was sent spinning.
There was one thing echoing in her mind.
She was dead wrong.
Oh, how wrong she was.
To think Kakashi is gay.
He clearly wasn't.
Too long. Read another my oneshot form the oneshot collection Eleven Words, In a While, to understand the insinuations. Now I remembered I didn't have it up on FF... so wait till I put it up... XP
After Proof Reading Thought: OMG, I made Sakura think Kakashi is gay for Naruto... *blinks for, like, five minutes*