Taken Care Of
Based on: "Marry Me" by emmaburrito
Sakura stared in distaste at the scene before her. She had convinced herself that old rivalries and the like expired after a while, but this obviously wasn't the case. Despite all three of them having moved gracefully into adulthood, Naruto and Sasuke were still eager to engage in the occasional shouting match. Today seemed to be a particularly fierce round of bickering for the two men. Even her loud objections couldn't cut through their argument.
"Kakashi-san, do something!" Sakura begged, frustrated.
Kakashi slowly closed his book, glancing from the two arguing men to Sakura.
Sakura thought he was going to tell her she was overreacting. Instead, Kakashi reached forward and grasped both of his hands in his own.
"Please marry me, Sakura," Kakashi uttered calmly, his voice affectionate.
Sakura gaped at him. She was only slightly aware of how ridiculous she looked, with her mouth slightly open and a trickle of ice cream running down her cheek. Her cheeks had reddened considerably.
"You're…..now….?" Sakura stammered.
Kakashi smiled at her.
"We've known each other for years," he pointed out. "Isn't it only natural that we'd get married?"
Sakura could have questioned his logic, but she was too shocked to produce anything except a few unintelligible syllables.
"Is that a yes?" Kakashi asked.
Sakura managed to nod. She stood up, her cheeks burning and her mouth slightly agape in the manner of a resurrected corpse. She stumbled out of the restaurant, forgetting all about her food and indeed everything else that was going on around her. She still wasn't one hundred percent clear what in the world she'd agreed to, as she remained in relative shock.
Kakashi turned to Naruto and Sasuke. The two men, oblivious to everything that had transpired, were still yelling at one another.
Well, that's taken care of, Kakashi thought, returning to his reading.