Chapter Nine: Talk it Out
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It took all her resolve to avoid the hospital. Sakura needed to busy herself so that she could think clearly. Her meeting with Itachi had been interesting. He was a very bright boy — she wasn't surprised. She really liked him and now that she knew him, needed to find a way him to keep him out of the Akatsuki clutches.
But, was he right? Did the Akatsuki serve a greater purpose? Perhaps with the foresight she could offer it would go smoother. There could be less catastrophe. Should she just tell them that Tobi was Obito? Would that just screw everything up more? Maybe, Itachi could still join the Akatsuki, do a good job as a spy, and not die after she taught him how to heal himself.
And then, there was Danzo. Who would take over Anbu without him? And would Root be eliminated? What would happen to those kids? There was no mental health institute in this time. Would Sai and Yamato still be amazing shinobi without the trauma? Could they learn to be epic still in a nurturing environment?
Her mind was muddled with such thought that she didn't realize she'd arrived on the steps of the Yamanaka Flower Shop. Sitting on the front steps, young Ino had her arms wrapped around her legs and was sobbing into her knees.
Sakura sat next to her on the steps. "Excuse me," Sakura said. "I couldn't help, but notice you're upset."
Ino peeked over at her, stopped crying, but said nothing.
"You see, I'm fairly new here and I'd really like to get a houseplant for my apartment." Sakura smiled and tried to be disarming. "I need something to help it feel more homey. Do you think you can help me?"
"Sure," Ino agreed. "Are you thinking more flowers or non-flowering?"
"I'm not sure. Sometimes flowers can be showy and pretty, but other times the green cryptogams have a certain charm." Sakurs shrugged. "I'm a pretty indecisive person. That's why I need some guidance."
"Cryptogams?" Ino echoed."Are you sure you need help? Most people don't know the proper term for the non-flowering plants. Oh! There's also herbs," Ino said. "You can put them in your kitchen if you have good lighting. The scent can help add calming effects."
"I might know that cryptogams reproduce through spores and flowers use seeds, but that's just because I study science. It doesn't mean I know how to take care of either one!" Sakura joked.
"You just need to know the proper amount of sun, water, and soil to be successful," Ino explained. She picked up a desert rose — a succulent with five petaled pink flowers with white centers. "My former best friend has pink hair, you know?"
"Former best friend?" Sakura asked.
Ino nodded. "We both like the same boy so she broke up with me today saying we were now rivals." She sniffed. "I don't even like him that much— he's good looking, but I don't even know anything about him. He never talks to anyone, well except to her and Naruto."
"Your friend probably hasn't learned that there is room in her heart to love more than one person — she'll come around. Hopefully, you'll be able to forgive her." Sakura picked up a different succulent with yellow star-shaped flowers. "I do think a succulent is the way to go."
Ino set down the desert rose and looked between the plant Sakura held and her hair. "It goes with your hair. That one is called the Golden Queen. It needs a lot of light."
"Thank you for your help, Ino." Sakura smiled and was glad to see her young friend smile back, tears dried up. "Where do I check out?"
"Up front." Ino picked back up the desert rose and guided Sakura to the register. "I think you should get this one too. They'll compliment each other."
"Yes, I believe you're right." Sakura left a generous tip and left the flower shop with both potted plants carefully contained within a canvas tote bag. She would have liked to have had a talk with her younger self — tell her to appreciate Ino. But they did eventually reconcile. It would happen organically, she couldn't change every little regret.
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Kakashi reported to Anbu headquarters a little after three. He'd summoned Shiba before hand and asked the gray dog keep an eye on Sakura— from a distance. She wasn't to know he was there. Kakashi and Foxy had been assigned a five hour shift on an observation detail. It was a little surprising because there were two other Anbu assigned with them that night — one he recognized as little Tenzo and the other was the guy that never talked. It wasn't the first time he'd worked alongside the silent man, but usually Itachi was around at those times — the silent man seemed to be keeping an eye on the Uchiha prodigy.
Quite a few missions with Anbu involved observing from afar and not actively engaging in any battles, abductions, or assassinations.
He waited until their group of four split and he and Foxy were alone. "I saw Lion today. He looked upset."
Foxy scoffed. "He wants me to quit Anbu. I've sacrificed a lot for my position."
"There's no harm in taking a break though, if you need it," Kakashi said.
"Oh? When's the last time you took a break, Fang?" Foxy asked.
Kakashi pursed his lips and kept silent. He took a break that morning— thank you very much. And when they got home, he'd see about taking another break.
The five hours passed and their shift was over. The next set of Anbu showed up to relieve them of their duties. As Kakashi and Foxy ran back home, she caught up with him on a tree branch. She touched his arm and he turned towards her.
"I appreciate you not pushing," Foxy said. "Sometimes, I wish there were more female in Anbu. It's very testosterone heavy. But — I don't know— I kind of hope there aren't more females that join if they have to go through —you know."
Kakashi nodded. He was starting to feel a little uncomfortable about bringing Sakura into Anbu. But they had a mission to accomplish — one more important than individual comfort. However, he couldn't help, but think about the mysterious pink-haired kunoichi. Maybe he'd go visit her when he got home. They were supposed to meet Hiruzen in the morning. It would be better to tell her tonight and not show up at dawn.
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It had been hours since she met with Itachi and Sakura was anxious to hear news about their clan's meeting. She flipped to another page of her journal. She'd been mapping out different scenarios. If she changed A, then what about B and C? Was it Sasuke's training with Orochimaru that allowed him to be strong enough to take on Kaguya, or would he have been stronger if he'd been trained by members of his own clan? If she and Naruto didn't have to chase after Sasuke, would they have been as motivated to grow stronger?
Did Neji really have to die in the war?
Could Itachi be saved? Having another talented genius on the side of Konoha could only help—right? If Root was destroyed — would Sai have a better childhood or would some other terrible thing befall him?
If Asuma and Genma didn't die— wouldn't Kakashi be happier? Kurenai and Mirai would have Asuma. Ino and Shikamaru wouldn't have to deal with the loss of their mentor and fathers.
There was a knock on her apartment door. Sakura sensed Shisui alone on the other side. She let him inside. "I just had to see the yellow hair for myself. Itachi's description didn't do it justice." He reached out to touch a strand of blond hair and studied it. "Bold move choosing the Namikaze surname. The Yellow Flash was beloved by everyone. My uncle wants to meet you."
"Okay, if we can reason with him…" she trailed off. Shisui's expression was shuttered. "You don't think we can reason with him?"
"If it was just him," Shisui said. He strolled past her and threw himself on her couch. He noticed the small potted plants on her coffee table— the succulents with pink and yellow flowers. "Cute. You getting comfortable? Settling in?"
"I guess I got lonely. I visited the Yamanaka Flower shop — my friend's family runs it," Sakura admitted.
"And did you interact with your friend?" Shisui asked sitting up. He rubbed between his eyes. "Ugh, I have the worse headache."
Sakura sat next to him on the couch. "Well, she was sitting on the steps crying — it was hard to ignore. Let me examine your head — I'll help."
Shisui flopped himself back down, resting his head in Sakura's lap as he stared up at her. "It's from over-use of my Sharingan. I get the worse headaches. Remember that bit about you interacting as little as possible with people?"
"It was harmless. I just gave her some encouragement and had her help me find an easy to maintain potted plant." Sakura held her hands gently around Shisui's head and sent probing healing chakra to evaluate. There was a lot of inflammation both the nerve and blood vessels. She thought about Itachi's future lung condition — maybe it was systemic? "The Sharingan seems to take quite a toll. Sasuke ended up blind and I think Itachi was too. But then Itachi's eyes were transplanted into Sasuke and he was suddenly all good — vision wasn't a problem anymore. It makes no sense."
She didn't add that after most major battles, Kakashi would end up in the hospital for days recovering from chakra depletion. She trusted Shisui, but that bit of knowledge could in theory be used against Kakashi and she wouldn't risk that.
"Hm, well, we are a confusing bunch of people us Uchiha," Shisui murmured. He sighed in relief as the headache melted away. "So your time machine, it will be active in what four or five days? What if we sent some of the clan into your time for safe keeping? Not everyone is involved in the planned coup. It's ridiculous to punish the entire clan so severely. I mean, there are a few babies — you're telling me Itachi kills babies?"
"Danzo wants the slaughter of everyone so he can collect hundreds of Sharingans. He has them implanted onto his right arm— giving himself unlimited power. Itachi has help from one other killing the clan. I suspect Obito helped him," Sakura confessed. "He was the shadow leader of the Akatsuki and Itachi does get recruited after the act."
"Okay, wow, like that's a bomb shell. You mean Obito —like the one that gave Kakashi his Sharingan — Obito? He's alive?" Shisui demanded, sitting abruptly.
"Well, he's been brain-washed by Madara," Sakura explained.
Shisui stared at her, mouth slightly agape. "Madara — cofounder of Konoha? He's got to be nearly a hundred years old!"
"Well, he might be dead currently. He gets re-animated at some point."
"Ooookay. You haven't told this to Kakashi have you? Itachi said he's on board. He will flip out if he learns Obito is alive," Shisui said. "He visits the memorial almost every morning."
"I'm telling you because I have to figure this out. Tonight really. You're slated to die in three days. I can't hide you in the future, we have to protect you here." Sakura waved three of her fingers in front of his face to illustrate the point. "We have to stop that from happening."
Shisui fell back on the couch again, on her lap again. "Now my headache is the back and I think you broke my brain." He stared up at her accusingly. "Who kills me? You said Danzo takes one eye, I escape and give the other to Itachi and fall into a river."
"I think you are poisoned — maybe by an Aburame member? It was difficult to suss that out in the official records — your body was never found." Sakura laid her hands over Shisui's head again to sooth away his stress headache. "Does Danzo have any pet Aburame?"
"Sure, the guy that doesn't talk. He was on Itachi's second genin team and then he just vanished. Danzo's been watching Itachi for a long time," Shisui said, worried. "Itachi has never killed anyone. I can't believe in a few weeks he's supposed to slaughter our whole clan."
"We can't send your clan to the future. You're the one talking about me messing things up and you want to do that? Besides, I have a feeling my friends will be using the machine to join me here. Wouldn't it be better to hide away those not involved somewhere in this area? I mean, no one lives in Whirlpool. They can return home once everything is settled. We can hide you there too, maybe?"
"I've never run away from a fight before," Shisui murmured. He sat up and body-flickered across the room. He now stood in the kitchen, helped himself to a glass of water, and then started rummaging the cabinets for a snack. "This is very stressful. Don't you have any potato chips or anything salty?"
"I have some roasted, salted pistachios," Sakura said. She hopped over the back of her couch and pulled the bag down from her pantry. Shisui snatched it from her hand and shook part of the bag's contents into his mouth.
"Kakashi was supposed to speak to Lord Third today, working on a way to recruit me into Anbu to flush out Danzo's even more clandestine organization. It's called Root and Danzo assumes Hiruzen doesn't know about it. Danzo recruits young orphans and trains his child soldiers to be merciless killers loyal to him absolutely. My friend Sai was raised in Root. The children are paired up and raised together with the final test being to murder their "sibling" or both die."
Shisui scoffed. "And the Uchiha are the ones to worry about?"
"The thing is, Itachi is a worthless spy when he joins Akatsuki. If he'd given out intel on the operatives several allied shinobi wouldn't have died needlessly if they'd known the best strategy to attack. So either he gave no information, or the information got funneled through Danzo and didn't help anyone," Sakura explained.
"I know Itachi better than anyone. Whatever information he passed along, it was funneled through Danzo," Shisui reasoned. "Tell me about the Akatsuki."
"Originally it was an idealistic group— but their leader is murdered and they turn terrorist after that. Jiraiya has a huge spy network, he probably knows. Itachi should report his information to him. Why even bother with Danzo?"
Shisui grinned. "I like that idea, he could hide it cryptically inside those Icha Icha books the Sannin writes." He closed up the bag and shoved it back inside the pantry. "If we can have a shinobi infiltrate a major terrorist organization, we should. Do you know what their mission is?"
"Collect the tailed beasts. Ultimately their actions cause an alien goddess to be unsealed and try to destroy the planet," Sakura explained.
"A goddess destroying the earth? That's heavy." Shisui started to wash his hands, scrubbing more forcefully than necessary. "That Akatsuki serves as a common enemy that caused the Five Hidden villages to create an alliance? Which is critical to saving the world from an alien invasion?"
"More or less."
"So, we stop the scale of the massacre, but I don't think it can be stopped entirely. I don't want that burden to fall onto Itachi, but if he uses that to recruit evil Obito and infiltrate the Akatsuki, it may still need to happen." Shisui mused. "But we don't really need to let Danzo stay in charge — do we? Hell, even my dad, now that he's sober, could run Anbu."
"Oh, and I had sex with Kakashi this morning."
Shisui stared at her like she'd grown a second head. He started to laugh, clutching at his belly. "Don't you think that's a little complicated? More so than giving a coloring book and having a heart to heart with your childhood friends? Isn't Kakashi supposed to be your teacher in like five or six years.?"
"Maybe after I leave, you can make him forget?" Sakura asked.
"That…is not a bad idea," Shisui said. "Assuming I don't die in three days. Though, it might have a few other complications, like when he becomes your teacher — he'll probably ignore you a lot."
Sakura shrugged. He did that anyway. When your teammates are the son of the Fourth Hokage with insane chakra levels and the nine-tails and the sole surviver of the Uchiha clan— who cares about a girl from civilian parents?
"So—- goals, don't die." Shisui held up his hand and started counting by lifting his fingers. "Stop the massacre. Nerf terrorist group. Get rid of Danzo. Lock away Kakashi's memories of you so it's not creepy when he's your teacher." He waved all five fingers at her.
"That…sounds accurate."
"My Dad is against the idea of a coup. He's loyal to my uncle, but he's most loyal to preserving the name of my grandfather, Kagami— the original Will of Fire, most trusted student of the Second Hokage. Whom we both think Danzo killed. He would be resistant to Danzo's ocular power if it's grandpa's. If your friends decide to travel back we can't have them interfering too — maybe they could watch over the clan members we're protecting?"
"I know my friends, I can guarantee you that Naruto, Ino, and Sai will be on their way here in the next few days," Sakura said confidently.
"Not Kakashi? Or Sasuke?"
"Kakashi is the Hokage, he can't leave the village for something like this. He's too important. There's too much risk he'll run into his other self. And who knows where Sasuke is — he's always wandering far from home, supposedly doing reconnaissance. I think he's just soul searching and hates people. But Naruto can be unreasonable because he's more motivated by his heart than his brain. If a friend is in danger, he will find a way."
Shisui drummed his fingers over the countertop. "I think you're wrong, Sakura. I've only known you for a week and a half and I find myself wanting to help you, protect you, spend time with you— if I'd grown up with you I'm pretty sure logic or duties wouldn't keep me away if you were literally trying to change the world."
"I have tried to keep Naruto at arm's length my whole life — I tend to be pretty violent with him." Sakura grimaced, feeling guilty as usual about her behavior. "Because of his healing nature, I don't have to hold back and I have a lot of aggression. He's the only one I can let out steam with. It would be so easy to fall for such a great guy and Hinata has loved him for so long. He had this stupid crush on me inspite of my abuse. Last winter, I was finally able to make him see Hinata and they're great together. I haven't had to bop him upside the head or literally kick him out a window since then. It's such a huge relief."
Shisui rubbed his head in sympathy. "You're a medic, why would you inflict so much injury?"
"Nothing permanent! I don't know, I have read a lot of psychology books working on my mental health facilities and there is this thing called "cute aggression" or dimorphous expression." Sakura shook her head and chuckled at the rationale. "I think I have that with Naruto. It's the compulsion to squeeze, squish, pinch, crush, bite cute things. The theory is that when dealing with high positive emotion you have to bring it down with something negative."
Shisui couldn't hide his smile. "You bite Naruto?"
"No!" Sakura rubbed the heel of her hand against her forehead. "Can we talk about saving the world?"
"Can we go back to the couch? I think if I lay with my head in your lab a little longer and thinking quietly I'll come up with something." He smiled at her charmingly.
Sakura rolled her eyes. Shisui really reminded her of Naruto sometimes. But, he was right. They'd brought up a lot of points. Now was the time to let their minds wander and hopefully create a solution.
"You can take the couch. I'll be in here making some dinner for us. I think better when I'm busy," Sakura explained.
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Shisui left about an hour later and Sakura took a long shower with her new body wash. The vanilla and gardenia should have relaxed her nerves, but she was wound up tight. She'd gone back in time so confident she could stop such a massive event, but now she might have to let it play out — but maybe tweak it so that it wasn't so awful? When the shower began to run cold she switched off the water and slipped on her robe. Maybe she could find Kakashi in the morning, get his opinion. They hadn't made plans when to meet next and she was running out of time.
The Copy Ninja sat perched on her windowsill. He wore the black and silver gear of the Anbu, his mask over his face. The moonlight streaming in behind him, making his platinum hair more eerie.
"Ka-Kakashi," Sakura stuttered, clutching her robe tight in front of her, surprised at his presence. It didn't matter if he wore a full-faced mask over his half-mask, she'd recognize his hair and posture anywhere.
He pulled off his white wolf mask and tossed it on her dresser. His mismatched eyes stared back at her dispassionately. His whole aura sent shivers of fear down her spine. He seemed angry. "What was Uchiha doing here?"
"Shisui was telling me about the clan meeting. His father — whom I healed— spoke about the good that could come from working with those outside of their clan," she explained.
"You didn't sleep with him?" Kakashi's voice was gruff.
"I—not that it's any of your business, but no," Sakura huffed.
He began to stalk towards her, slipping in and out of the shadows caused by the curtain fluttering in the wind blocking the moonlight. He slid his right hand into her bright blond hair, tangling his fingers. "I am fond of this color," he admitted. His left hand rested on her hip, just above the belt of her robe. "What would happen if I pulled off this belt?"
"I'd be rather cold." Sakura felt her throat tighten as his closeness sent her heart racing. "Someone left my window wide open and there's a breeze." What was going on? Sure they had a tumble in the field outside his clan's homestead— it had been quite enjoyable, though somewhat rushed. Certainly better than her time with Sasuke. They weren't a couple. Was he jealous of Shisui? Why was he in her bedroom? "Did you want to talk about something? Is that why you're here? I have a lot of talk to you about."
"Hm, eventually." His eyes stared down at the part in her robe. "Do you want me to leave?"
"Not really," Sakura admitted. She only had four days before the time machine was functional and less than three until Shisui was supposed to die. Time was of the essence. What if her friends tried to stop her before then? "But maybe let me get dressed?"
The eyes that looked down at her were no longer dispassionate. They looked like liquid mercury. "How about undressed? I'll keep you warm. The more familiar we are — the better we can sell our versatility."
Sakura stared up at him, keenly aware of his hand on her hip and the precarious protection her robe offered. She didn't regret having sex with him that morning, but if she made a habit of it, how would she be able to look him in the eye when she returned home? She trusted that Shisui could make Kakashi forget about her—nothing more than some fuzzy memories. There was a very real chance she wouldn't live to make it back home though and didn't she realize this morning that she loved Kakashi Hatake? Maybe not this Kakashi, but her Kakashi?
"I really need to come up with a strategy," Sakura protested, her eyes focused on his cloth covered chin. If she stared at that damn mask, she could ignore the butterflies fluttering in her belly while he massaged her hip. "I have a rough plan, but need…"
He seemed to sense her indecisiveness. He let go of her hair and slipped the black mask down his nose, mouth, chin. Then he smiled faintly and Sakura felt her knees go weak.
"Some practice might be warranted," Sakura murmured. She was only human. Who could refuse that face?
Kakashi's smile vanished and his face was locked in concentration. He tugged off the belt and his gaze shifted lower as the robe parted, giving a glimpse of her naked body within. His left hand settled on her hip, his thumb caressing the soft flesh just under her hip bone. His molten silver eyes locked on her face. Sakura couldn't quite identify the emotions. "Sarutobi has agreed to sponsor you joining me in my current mission. Rule number seven in Seduction, put the target off balance." He leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck, nipping gently at the tender skin between his teeth.
"Rule number fourteen, fuck them so well they let down their defenses." He stepped more fully into her space and his armored chest pressed against her breasts and belly while his right hand pulled her head back.
"I think you're just making up numbers," Sakura said, holding her hand against the cold armor over his chest and taking a step back.
Kakashi unhooked his armor, let it fall to the floor, then he pulled his shirt over his head, tossed it aside. "Here's my own rule — life is short, don't waste opportunities. You never know when it will be your last."
He pushed her back until she hit the wall, one hand on her hip with his thumb running those tantalizing circles while his fingers spread across her buttocks in a bruising grip. His other hand squeezed her breast, rolling her nipple through his fingers.
Sakura didn't protest. She agreed to that last rule whole-heartedly. She ran her hands over the hard planes of his torso, enjoying the feel of his pectorals, shoulders, and the well defined abdominals. The way his waist tapered in — no extra fat on the Copy Ninja. He was more than his ninjutsu and his intellect — he was a finely toned athlete.
"Just to be clear— you're fine with this?" Kakashi asked, his eyes were dark with desire, but he held himself in check.
"Fine," Sakura agreed. Her hand drifted down over the fine silver hairs of his abdomen towards Kakashi's pants and she unfastened them, shoving them to his hips and allowing his length to spring free. She gasped in surprise at how ready he was and he caught her mouth in his, stealing more of her breath away.
Both Kakashi's hands were on her hips now as he lifted her against the wall. He centered the tip of himself over her core and without checking to make sure she was ready for him, rammed inside. Sakura cried out in surprise, but the sound was muffled by his mouth.
It hurt, but he didn't let up. There was no pause to make sure she could accommodate him. Her back was braced against the hard wall behind her and she looped her arms around his shoulders for dear life. It was fortunate that she'd been dripping for him the moment he pulled down his mask.
It was rough and it walked the line between pleasure and pain as her body flooded with endorphins. There were no sweet nothings whispered in her ear, no mindless grunting, just heavy breathing and the sound of their flesh slapping together. He exploded inside of her, but she'd not finished.
Kakashi pulled out of her and adjusted his grip and carried her to the bed. He tossed her on and then crawled over the top of the bed until the laid beside her, his fingers finding their way to her core and finishing the job with his thumb over her nub and his long fingers pumping inside of her. He began to kiss her, slipped his tongue inside her mouth, entwining their tongues in a rhythm that matched his fingers. She almost orgasmed when he withdrew his fingers, causing her to cry out in frustration, but he muffled her cry with his mouth. His fierce molten gaze bore into hers as he shifted over her and filled her with his length again.
They exploded together and Sakura clutched his shoulders, afraid he'd disappear. But he didn't go anywhere and they rode the waves of their orgasms together. This time, Kakashi collapsed on top of her. He nuzzled the underside of her chin before he rolled onto his back, shifting Sakura on top of him. He pulled the covers over the two of them.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Kakashi asked, his eyes half closed and possessively grasping her buttocks.
"I'm a little distracted," Sakura murmured.
"How about you tell me what you and Uchiha talked about?" Kakashi squeezed her buttocks once more and then shifted his hands to the small of her back, a slightly more innocent location. "He was here for several hours."
"Were you spying on me?" Sakura asked.
"Shiba was keeping an eye on your apartment building." Kakashi raised one hand back to her head and started running his fingers through her hair. "Oh, oops. You're going to want to take another shower." He grimaced slightly. She could guess which hand he used. "So, Lord Third wants to meet with us tomorrow. I should be able to get you noticed by Anbu within two or three days."
"In my timeline, Shisui dies in three days," Sakura said.
Kakashi's hand stilled momentarily. "Oh. What are we going to do about it?"
"He's going to leave the village, along with several Uchiha clan members that aren't involved in insurrection. Some of the clan will be beyond reasoning and Itachi will need to play his role," Sakura explained.
"He's never killed anyone," Kakashi said. "He always finds alternatives when he faces his opponents. He is a quagmire of kindness and terror combined into one."
"I'm not sure where the best place to hide the clan would be," Sakura confessed. "I thought Whirlpool, but what is to stop Danzo from sending forces after them?"
"I have an idea," Kakashi said. "I could use my Kamui. I could store them inside a separate dimension. Bring them back when it's safe."
"How long would it take you to recover from something like that?" Sakura asked. She could probably transfer chakra into him, like she did with Obito when he was looking for Sasuke in their battle with Kaguya. But Obito was evil in this timeline — would he have access to Kakashi's Kamui dimension? It was Obito's Sharingan. She couldn't exactly ask Kakashi.
"I suppose it depends on how many people I'd be saving." He closed his eyes. "If you don't mind, I'll just stay here tonight. It's been a long day."
"Would you like to maybe take a shower or get dressed?" Sakura asked, squirming a little on top of him.
Kakashi cracked open his right eye and then shifted so that they were side by side, facing each other. He closed his eye and was silent, either asleep or just being a jerk.
Sakura started to shift out from his grip and the Copy Ninja tightened his arms. So he wasn't sleeping. Using a little extra monstrous strength, Sakura forced him to let her up.
Kakashi sat up. "Fine. Shower, then sleep." He scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom. He didn't seem tired at all now.
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