Clash Chpt 12…Enjoy!
Altercations
Kakashi was never jealous. He wasn't the type of person to glower when he saw someone nab one of his catches for the night. He didn't get upset when he wasn't invited to a gathering, and he definitely wasn't jealous of Sakura's boyfriend. Like really, jealous?
No. Not him.
The fact of the matter is: He's upset. He was upset at Sakura's choice in men, because it looks to him like she fails in that department. At first, he was happy for her. Another boyfriend meant that they wouldn't end up in any more compromising situations. It meant more time he could keep to himself, and more time she would be happy. Because these days, she always seemed to be in a pissed mood. A pissed Sakura meant everyone around her would eventually be pissed, and he himself didn't enjoy that.
So what was that feeling he got whenever he passed them in the streets, or when she invited them over? It couldn't be jealousy. That was preposterous. Kakashi didn't get jealous. And that was that.
Ren…wasn't the best type of person. Every man is human, but he...he was a bit too human. It wasn't like Kakashi didn't notice every ass or pair of tits that passed by him, because he did. But Ren was committed. He should stay focused on Sakura's, no matter how unappealing they may be. He forgave him the first few times. You know, he's human. But then it got out of hand. For example. On Saturday, the day after they came back from the mission, Sakura decided to take them all out to celebrate. For whatever reasons, he didn't know.
He'd admit that the Great Hatake Kakashi cringed when he saw the two of them passionately making out in the back of the bar. He frowned at the fact that Ren's hand always sat a little low on her hips. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Ino walk past…and Ren look back.
So the rack and ass on Ino is impressive. He would also admit that. But it was just wrong. Either way, Ren was Sakura's boyfriend and he had to respect that. So he forgave him. He became a little wary of the Watanabe boy when he was seen doing it all night on Tuesday. And then Wednesday, and then Thursday. On Friday, he made passes at the waitresses. All of the waitresses. And luckily (Very luckily), Sakura didn't catch him. It turned into a problem, and he didn't like that.
He didn't like that at all.
So, a week into their relationship, his monogamy was turning into polygamy. It was Saturday again, and Squad 7's mission started on Monday. Thank Kami. But, he didn't want Sakura to come back and find that her boyfriend has been sneaking around. He wanted to root out the mole, and to do that, he had to use rats.
"You've requested our services sensei?" He rolled his eyes and stepped back to allow them to come in.
"Don't try to act like a private investigator. It doesn't fit you." Naruto frowned as he walked around Kakashi and took a seat at the single table he had in his home. Sasuke followed after him.
"What do you want? I'm sure it's not that important that it can't wait until 10." It was like seven, but being occupied with his thoughts all morning left him restless. Closing the door, he went to the kitchen and leaned against the counter.
"Actually, it couldn't." Sasuke sighed as he tried to rub away that bags that were clearly shown under his eyes.
"Then what is it? I have things I need to do." Yeah right. Everyone knew Sasuke stayed in his home watching infomercials on hair gels that could keep his hair gravity-defying. All day. Every day.
"It's Sakura." Naruto turned his head from the window to stare at Kakashi.
"What do you mean? What happened?" He waved a hand.
"She's not hurt. I mean, it's Sakura and Ren." Naruto smiled.
"I'll take credit for that. Ren is perfect for her." Sasuke glared at Naruto then pursed his lips at Kakashi.
"So, I'm not the only one who noticed Ren's womanizing ways…right?" Sasuke said. Kakashi pointed at him.
"Right. And what better to root out a mole with a rat?" He heard a 'Hey' from Naruto before he frowned.
"Kakashi, I've never seen Sakura so happy with a man ever in my life." Another glare from Sasuke. "Either way, she's enjoying herself. I think I did a damn good job." Kakashi shook his head.
"Naruto, he's been making passes at women all week. I want Sakura's happiness as much as the next teammate, but this guy is pretty sleazy." Naruto crossed his arms.
"Well even if he is a mole, which he isn't, how are we supposed to pull this off without getting our asses kicked?" Sasuke turned to Naruto with his eyes narrowed.
"Sakura's mom is very traditional. She's going to want to meet the boyfriend." Naruto huffed.
"It'll never work. Why would he act out in front of her folks?" Sasuke shook his head.
"Sakura's mom can find something wrong with anyone. I speak from experience. I went to one of her mother's Sunday dinners…She voiced her opinions pretty clearly."
"Just because Sakura's mom hated you, you didn't stop dating her. The same goes for Ren. Like I said, it won't work." Kakashi pointed a finger at Naruto, signifying he had a plan.
"But if we invite someone else for Ren to look at, he'll be caught by at least one of her parents. We'll be in the clear." Naruto frowned, still not liking the idea of catching Ren, who by the way, was perfect for Sakura because he picked him.
"We can't invite strippers, Kakashi. And we can't invite any of Sakura's friends, she'll be hurt and we could end a friendship."
"But what if the friendship was already ended?" Naruto shook his head with a confused look on his face.
"We can't invite TenTen! Despite what Sakura says, she going to kill her if she shows up!" Kakashi slapped a hand on his forehead. So dense.
"That wasn't exactly what I had in mind, Naruto." Kakashi sighed. Naruto's voice got higher in his bewilderment.
"Then what did you—"
"Sakura's mother will assume that Sakura is still in touch with her childhood friends. I remember her saying something like 'Those bastards dropped me when I entered the Ninja Academy!'" Sasuke said, mimicking Sakura's voice. "If we invite one of Sakura's friends, Ren won't be afraid to show his appreciation of the opposite sex." Kakashi nodded as they stood to get up.
"If everything goes right, we should be pretty set."
They should be pretty set. He had a feeling that something's going to go wrong along the way, and when that happens…Well, everyone around her is going to be in for a painful, painful night.
"Can you get that?" Sakura breathed. An eye opened.
"No." She frowned and smacked his bare chest. Hearing the phone ring, she sighed.
"Can you get that?" He pursed his lips in thought.
"I'll get the door, you get the phone." He said as he pulled his pants on.
"Roger." Pausing at the door, he looked back.
"Take that off," She rolled her eyes as he continued to walk. Reaching over to fetch the wireless phone from the coffee table, she frowned at what he meant.
"We're not having sex!" He laughed.
"Yeah, whatever." Unlocking the door then pulling it open, he raised an eyebrow at the scene before him.
"Ren," Naruto said with a smile. Sasuke nodded and Kakashi just stared. Cocking his head, he started to speak.
"Yes?" He said annoyed. He was going to have his way with Sakura, and not even she could stop him.
"Can we come in?" His lips folded together.
"Mhm, I'd rather you not—"
"It was just some bill collectors on the phone. You know they're charging me 3,000 yen for pay-per-view? Oh, hey you guys." It was Kakashi's turn to raise an eyebrow at the sight before him. Sakura, with a wireless phone held in her hand, the other rested on her hip. The hip that was covered in a nice mix of satin and lace. Her little black number had a bra top dress that was a dark transparent. He could see her toned stomach and the outlined part where her waist met her hips. Her panties underneath were lace and he noticed her hair was tousled and her cheeks flushed…Kakashi started having that feeling again that wasn't jealousy. Promise.
But he was sure. If Sakura kept wearing lace like that, it was going to become his new favorite color…
"Sakura-chan, why are you wearing that? Wait, did you just get laid?" Naruto said in excitement. She frowned.
"No." Ren chuckled.
"But she's about to." Sakura shot a glare his way. Sasuke's eyes narrowed. Kakashi let out an inward sigh of relief. And Naruto…Naruto pouted. Finally turning back to her teammates at the door, she smiled.
"What is it? I was planning on going to the Hospital in a few so…" Naruto nodded his head.
"This'll be quick." Sakura sighed.
"Okay, shoot. But I'm not in for any shindigs today. I have a surgery at 12, so—"
"We're all having dinner with your mother tomorrow night."
"—whatever you're planning—" Her eyes widened in realization and she almost dropped the phone. "Oh my God."
"Dinner, tomorrow night?" Ren said, snatching it up before it broke.
"Kakashi," She growled. "Explain yourself." Kakashi smiled.
"Well, word has got out around town about a short pink-haired woman always with a tall black-haired man, with the most peculiar gray eyes." Eye twitching, Sakura turned sharply on her heel. Kakashi briefly noticed the way the curve of her ass peeked out from under her dress. Though it could hardly be called one. It ended where her thigh started. And that was pretty short. Not that he was complaining or anything. It was just a bit too provocative for someone she wasn't having sex with.
"Don't be like that, Sakura." Ren said as he watched her retreating form. The way his head turned slightly to continue watching her storm off told him too much. Kakashi's smile fell. "It'll be fun."
"Shut the hell up!" She yelled and they heard a door slam. He turned back to her teammates standing at the door.
"Well, if there's nothing else…" And the door was shut softly in their faces.
"I really don't like that guy."
She wiped the sweat off of her brow.
Maybe she was getting a bit rusty.
"Reika, can you give me that oscillating saw?" Her assistant passed her the saw that was on the sterile pan. Flipping the switch, she cut through the nameless ninja's skin first, then went straight for the bone. Thirty seconds later, the saw automatically turned itself off and she was passing it back to Reika. She smiled at her work. A perfect cut, straight through the sternum.
Eh. Maybe she wasn't getting rusty after all.
She shook her hands a bit. The motion of the saw was still vibrating throughout them, and she couldn't work with shaky hands.
When they settled, she turned back to her assistant. "Retractor, please." Reika ambled over with the scissor-like fixture as Sakura held the sternum open. Placing the retractor between the two parts, she clicked it into place and Sakura let go. Sighing, she used her wrist to dab the sweat on her face. Her work said that she wasn't getting rusty, yet the sweat that kept forming on her face proved otherwise.
They were medical-nin. While civilian doctors usually took 7-8 hours to complete a heart transplant, they only took 2. Being thirty minutes in, and the fear of her sweat dripping into the body was greater than that of messing up the transplant. Maybe it was the fact that she had Sunday dinner. With her mom.
Yeah, that was it.
It shouldn't be bad, operative word being shouldn't. But having Naruto, Sasuke, and Kakashi deliver the news personally to her, it just bled mischief. She already decided that the night was going to go wrong. She's learned to expect that at Sunday night dinners. Like the first one, which was a total bust.
Her mother eventually found out about Sasuke and Sakura, the fairytale couple, and invited them over for dinner on Sunday night. It was awkward…having Sasuke meet her parents. But then she relaxed, and then her mother decided she was going to talk marriage. When she asked Sasuke if he would prefer a stay-at-home wife who was always there to take care of the children, she knew that the night had taken a plunge downward. He said that he understands her career choice, and that the Hokage never lets ninja with children go on a mission at the same time. That way, one parent will always be home. Sakura felt she loved him even more for backing her up.
Her mother…her mother felt she didn't like him. It was really sad because she voiced her opinions.
"I need the diathermy." As Reika passed her the next instrument, she paid attention to her cuts, but her thoughts just would not stop. Like, what if the dinner ends up going horribly even more so than the last one?
Now that is something to worry about.
But now, it's going way different. Naruto's going to be there distracting her dad…hopefully, and since Kakashi's coming, her mother can focus on glaring at him than at asking questions about Ren. And she really didn't want her mother to ask questions. If he tells her what he does as a living, she can already hear her say something like, "Spy? Sakura! You can't get involved with a spy!" And then it's going to be over.
Because Sakura just has the best mother in the world.
Putting her bloody diathermy back on the sterile pan, she positioned her hands carefully underneath the heart and lifted it. Handing it to the now queasy Reika, she walked over to the cleaning station, washed her gloves, and took them off. After washing her hands, she went to the door.
"Make sure the beating heart cadaver is closed up and that heart is stored properly, Reika." She opened it and shut it softly behind her.
Why would they even do that to her? Sasuke knew how the last dinner blew up in his face, and now they were going to have another? No, it couldn't be Sasuke that planned it. Naruto wasn't an idiot. He knew how much she hated those dinners. So the only person left was one with no remorse. But for what reason would Kakashi plan the dinner? There's a plan underneath this plan, and she's going to root it out. She stopped abruptly.
Could Kakashi be…jealous?
The thought alone had her laughing aloud. Sure, it just added to her insanity and caused a few stares and whispers to be pointed her way, but she didn't care. Haruno Sakura has made Hatake Kakashi, jealous. He didn't like her with anyone else. He didn't like her with Ren. He found out about Sasuke's dinner and figured this would scare Ren off. Or at least, scare Sakura off of Ren. But in actuality, Sakura could care less who her mother liked or didn't like. Ren was hers, and they just had to respect that.
Walking over to the nurses' station, she pressed the button for the intercom. "Yamazaki Kenji for surgery." Releasing the button, she sat in the chair and waited to be paged. It surprised her. She was actually looking forward to the dinner now. She wanted to see Kakashi's plan crash and burn.
And then of course, blow up in his face.
"No, really," She said as she pushed him to the door. "We've been spending too much time together. Go." Giving him that final shove and closing the door, she sighed.
When everything they were doing together started to repeat itself, it was time for Ren to spend quality time with himself. She had to get them over here. It was Sakura who told them they were spending too much time together, but she missed their company. It was odd, but she missed them.
Getting to her room, she crawled on the bed and reached over to grab the wireless. She started to search through her directory to find numbers she didn't even know she had. Like, how did Tenzou get in there? Exhaling, she started to dial.
"Yo. Hatake Kaka—" She punched the bed in frustration.
" Ugh! Why can't you just answer the phone when I call, you jerk! I'll think twice next time when I want to spend time with a friend. Go choke on a—"
"Sakura. I answered the phone." Stiffening, a bead of sweat dripped down her temple.
"I uh, thought that was your answering…machine…" He smacked his lips.
"No. It was me." She started to laugh nervously.
"Well, uh…have I ever told you that you're like, my best friend?" He sighed.
"Yeah, uh…Is there something you wanted? This phone is really dusty, so..." She fell down onto the bed and used her free hand to twirl her hair in her fingers.
"Do you…wanna hang out or something?" There was a pause.
"Really. You want…to hang out." She huffed.
"Okay look. So I've been a little mean to you guys the past few days—"
"Sakura you went ape-shit on us. You were so obsessed with your boyfriend," He said mockingly, "You wouldn't even talk to us when you took us out." She frowned.
"Now that's not true."
"It's not?" She has to have talked to them at least once…Nope. She can't even remember.
"Alright, Kakashi, I'm sorry. I just want to spend some time with my teammates. Can we do that?" She heard him sigh on the other line.
"Where?" She closed her eyes and hummed.
"Naruto's. His TV's pretty big."
"Alright, meet you there."
"No! I'll come pick you up."
"…Okay" She heard the click that told her he was gone. She dialed another number she knew by heart and waited as the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Naruto! Call Sasuke. We're coming over."
"You said he does what?" She exclaimed as she put a hand over her mouth.
"I'm serious. Hair gel." She continued to laugh.
"What about you, Mr. Bed head?" He pointed to the silver mop on his head.
"This? My hair is always unmanageably unruly. Runs in the family." She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, whatever. But one thing I know for sure: Naruto's legit. I've seen him get up in the morning. He barely even bothers to wash it!" The poor boy was going to get head lice if he kept that up.
They walked up to the door of Naruto's inherited house. Raising a fist, she knocked twice and waited for it to open. They didn't wait long.
"Naruto, I'm sorry. I've been a complete jack—"
"Haruno, quit it." She sighed and stepped around him. Sasuke was seated on the couch. When she saw his hair, she burst into a fit of giggles. He turned to stare at her.
"What?" Despite her quivering lip, she shot a half-serious glare at Kakashi.
"I'm never going to be able to look at him the same way again. Thanks a lot, you jerk." She whispered. He shrugged. She walked over to the couch and took a seat beside Sasuke all the while taking secretive glances at his hair. His eyes were focused on the television.
"What do you want, Sakura." She took a deep breath.
"Can I…touch your hair?" Sasuke's eyebrows furrowed.
"…No." Kakashi pointed a finger at her.
"Then that proves it. Alright Kakashi. I owe you 300 ryo." He smiled. Sasuke frowned.
"What are you—"
"So. What do you have in mind, Naruto?" He came around the kitchen with a bag of chips in his mouth and bowls of food and each hand. Placing them on the table in front of her, he smiled.
"I have just the game."
"Oh man. Did you see the look on your face? Priceless." Sakura doubled over with laughter as he glared.
"I don't think we should let Sakura do the dares anymore." Sasuke said as he grabbed her arm to get her to keep walking.
"I'm sorry. I'm-I'm sorry. That was just…so…funny…Sasuke, wipe your mouth. Her slobber is still there." He frowned and used the sleeve of his shirt wipe his mouth.
"I don't appreciate my face getting sucked by a complete stranger, Sakura." Naruto nodded his head.
"Me neither, Sakura-chan. I have a hickies all over my face." Sakura rolled her eyes.
"At least you guys have fan-clubs. I seem to remember Naruto telling me I'm only compatible with two guys!" Kakashi furrowed his eyebrows and leaned in next to her.
"Who were they?" She frowned.
"You and Ren." He stopped. Sakura and…Kakashi. Nope. He couldn't even begin to fathom that.
"What does that even mean?" She sighed and turned around. Compromising situations like these are what she wanted to avoid. Naruto stepped in.
"Sensei, you two are perfect for each other. You can handle her tempers and calm her down. And you're the only one who can get her really mad, which provokes her to the point of killing you, and then have her be sorry enough to bring you back. Technically, you two are genetically perfect for each other, too. With sensei's rare chakra type and knack for ninjutsu, along with Sakura's natural intelligence, perfect chakra control and taijutsu, your offspring would bring about a generation of ninja Konohagakure has never seen before." Dumbstruck from Naruto's rare, once in a blue moon speeches, she turned to Kakashi to see he looked much the same. Then he relaxed.
"Tch. I'm way out of her league." Her eye twitched.
"Go to hell!" Naruto sighed. It's best to change the topic now before what he knew would be an impending argument.
"Sasuke, who's turn is it?" Previously bewildered by Naruto's speech also, he shook his head lightly.
"Uh, Kakashi." Sakura frowned. Figures. He's probably going to give her some lame dare because no one actually picks truth for their turn.
"Dare." She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, I thought as much." He paused as they all continued their walk through Konoha. Naruto decided on a game of truth or dare. But of course, Naruto demanded they play it his way, so if it's your turn, you pick truth or dare for the person who went before you. He claimed that there wasn't many dares they could do in the confinement of his house, so they decided to use Village.
Sasuke was first. He dared Naruto to pants Kiba, who was currently taking a late night stroll with Akamaru and his sister. Naruto, being the stealthy ninja that he is, noisily ran behind Kiba and pulled his pants down. Akamaru, who apparently was very angered by this, took a nice bite of Naruto's neck. It was pretty sad really. All that flesh that was missing on his neck. But then again, why rush to the Hospital when Sakura can patch you up for free?
Then she had to choose Sasuke, and she decided it was time for payback. What exactly she was getting him back for, she didn't know. She dared him to walk up to a house in the civilian district. Any house at all. He was to tell whatever woman that answered the door that she looked nice. Sasuke claimed it was a piece of cake. Sakura knew that civilians would kill for any part of Konoha's famous Team 7. And to that, she was right. The teenager grabbed Sasuke and practically chewed his face off. It wasn't long before she grabbed Naruto, too. Kakashi, however, hid himself.
And now it was his turn.
As they neared the bridge, he raised a finger. "I dare you…to jump into the water for exactly a minute." She laughed.
"Well, that's not happening." Kakashi furrowed his eyebrows, clearly taken aback by her answer.
"Why not?" She placed her hands on the rails and leaned forward.
"That water is freezing cold. If you think I'm catching something tonight, you're crazy. What are the consequences?" She shivered as the cold breeze blew past her face. Naruto moved beside her with his back against the rails and his arms crossed.
"Well, you have to get body shots." He pointed out.
"Lay it on me, then." Sakura shrugged and turned to look at him. He was frowning.
"Haruno, it's just a minute." Frowning right back, she positioned her body to face his.
"Why can't I take the body shots?" Naruto looked away. She saw him kick the ground with the front of his boot, and then he stuffed his hands in his pockets. It only served to make her frown deeper.
"And the water's not that cold…" Her eyes were narrowed now, but Naruto's pair was focused on the ground.
"Why can't I take the body shots?" She growled this time. He took a deep breath.
"I…We—"
"Don't put us in this." Kakashi and Sasuke, knowing when to back down from Sakura, said in unison. This was not a fight worth fighting, and if Naruto didn't get that, then…Well, again. Sakura's moods haven't been normal lately. One of her tempers can pop up from anywhere with the slightest provocation.
"I don't want to hurt you, Sakura." He didn't know if eyes can look that dangerous, but if they could, Sakura accomplished it. She had one fist clenched on the rail and the other sat on her hip.
"You don't want to hurt me." She said calmly, despite the look on her face.
"Yes." He replied as he turned his attention from the ground.
"I would think that after all I've done to better myself, that I can take one little punch, Naruto." Kakashi would've already have punched her, if it meant avoiding this confrontation, then yes. He would've done it gladly. But seeing as though Naruto fell into a ditch he couldn't dig himself out of, it was time for someone else to step in.
"Sakura, I'll give you another dare." Kakashi said.
"No, that's alright." She said sweetly. Finally turning towards Sasuke and Kakashi, they saw she was smiling. And at a time like this, it definitely wasn't a good sign. "I'll just jump into the freezing cold water. I mean, it's just a minute right? I'm a Kunoichi. So of course I can't take body shots like you guys." She jumped onto the railing.
"Sakura, that's not what I meant." Her head whipped back.
"Shut-up." She growled. And then she jumped. Right into the freezing cold water. Kakashi sighed at his failed attempt and at Naruto's lack of common sense. He was really just joking when he gave her the bet. He would've given her another one if asked, or even given her the body shots. Sakura doesn't like to be looked down upon. And that's exactly what Naruto just did.
She was resting against a rock, and even in the dim moonlight he could see her teeth chattering. That water was too cold. It was nearing the end of July now, meaning it was almost fall. Konoha's fall's were cold and their winters harsh. And seeing Sakura freezing in the water told him just how near it was.
"Sakura, come out. It's too cold." She looked up to him.
"Y-you gave me t-that b-bet, K-K-Kakashi. T-the minute's not up," He sighed. As smart as she is, she's stubborn to a fault. He knows that she won't come out until the minute is up. But he couldn't help but try.
"Sakura, you'll freeze, or catch a cold." Leaning over the rail a bit more, he saw a faint smile appear on her face.
"F-forty-four s-seconds left." He pinched the bridge of his nose as another sigh escaped him. He jumped onto the railing himself and dropped the few feet between the bridge and the water. Landing on the grass behind the rock, he grabbed her from under her arms and started to pull her out of the water. He could feel her shivers. Sakura's body was freezing, and he could tell that even through the layer of her overcoat.
He pulled her into his arms and jumped back onto the bridge. He peeled off her black overcoat and started to rub her arms up and down.
"Sakura, are you alright?" A shaky hand caught his and pushed it away from her arms.
"You know, it's g-getting late. It w-was a nice to spend t-time with y-you guys, though." Grabbing the jacket from his hands, she put it back on and gave a backwards wave as she started to walk away. Kakashi followed after her and grabbed her upper arm only to find cherry blossom petals in his hands.
"I'm not one for the blame game, but I'm putting this one on you, Naruto."
Naruto was an ass. That was the only thing her dying brain-cells could register at the moment. After everything, he still won't give her one little body shot. And he acted like she couldn't take it!
Shrugging her coat off, her numb fingers started working at pulling off her boots. She started her water logged walk to her bedroom to remove the rest of her soaked through clothes.
If she didn't want to do the damn bet, she didn't have to. The consequences for everyone were body shots, but she was still his dear little Sakura-chan, wasn't she? It still didn't make any sense. Training with the Godaime, training to bring Sasuke home, training to become a jonin, training to become a field medic, and then training for Anbu…What more does she have to do to prove she's not 12 anymore? She's sure she's knocked him over the head enough times to back it up. He was Naruto, and he may be a little dense at times, but he's not an idiot. He knows when to shut his mouth, yet this time…he didn't. He told her it was just a minute, and it would be better to risk hypothermia than to take a body shot. That he didn't want to hurt her. Just the fact alone stung more than the ice cold water.
She sighed as she slipped an oversized jonin shirt, one that she never thought to return, over her head. After pulling on some clean underwear, she went to the closet to pull out her radiator. Heat was the only thing that could get her mind thinking straight. But then again, he said he didn't want to hurt her before she acted foolishly and jumped into the water. A frown appeared on her face as she plugged it in on the wall by the closet.
Okay, so her jumping in the water wasn't entirely his fault. She should've stuck by what she said and stayed out of it. She could still catch something, and not even her superb medic skills can counter something as trivial as the common cold. She should've taken the replacement dare from Kakashi. That would've done her, and her body, some good. Though if she did catch something, she knew she would blame it on the fact that Naruto was too much of a bitch to hit her. He acts like they don't spar! Because she's sure they do. He can blow her up and have no remorse, yet one hit takes him back ten years in the past. But of course, it always, always, comes back down to that.
She stretched her hands out in front of her as the heat started to warm her near frostbitten body. She would admit that she liked to be worried about from time to time, but the fact of the matter is she can take care of herself. She's not weak, and she can certainly take a punch. And that is just that.
Frowning when she heard the telephone ring, she used a knee to get herself off of the ground and took the short walk to her kitchen. When she saw the caller ID, she smiled.
"Oink."
"Billboard," Sakura let out a small laugh. She didn't know when it happened, but that's what she did when she answered the phone to Ino.
"Hey, what's up?" She heard a sigh on the other end and leaned against the kitchen counter.
"I'm so bored. Give me something to talk about." Sakura bit her lip. Her obvious conflictions were whether or not to tell Ino about her previous fall-out. The part of her that liked talking about her problems won out.
"Well, Naruto and I just had a fight." A loud gasp was heard on the other end. Sakura rolled her eyes. Drama Queen.
"Not the famed friends! The ones who never, ever, fight with each other have had their first argument? Kami, I think I'm going to faint." She could almost see her acting out her words. It solicited another eye roll from Sakura.
"Oh, Pig stop. You're embarrassing yourself over the phone." She then sighed. "We were playing truth or dare. And Kakashi dared me to jump into the water—"
"But it's cold!"
"I know. So I refused. I asked for the consequences, which everyone knows, are body shots. Naruto said he didn't want to hurt me." She heard Ino click her tongue.
"Really? But, Sakura…" She sighed.
"I know, Ino. But I don't know how to make sense of it." She walked back over to her living room and sat in front of the heater. "I'm sure Kakashi would've hit me. But it's not just about the punch. It's about everything I did to make myself stronger. It's the reason behind the punch." She started to play with the fabric of his shirt.
"I don't know, Forehead. If anything, you should know why he doesn't want t hurt you more than I do. But look. Don't read too much into it. Maybe Naruto just has one of those chinks in his armor." Sakura frowned.
"Chinks in his armor?" She repeated. Her frown ran deeper when she saw a little string pop out of the stitched lines in the fabric of his shirt.
"You know, maybe he just doesn't like hitting women. Well, women who aren't trying to kill him on a daily basis." A confused look was frozen on her face.
"Pig, that's not a chink in armor, or whatever you called it. That's a good thing."
"Well, you see? That's why he didn't hit you. He's a good guy. I told you—"
"Hold on, Ino." Hearing the doorbell ring, she put her hand on the mouth of the receiver and got up. She supposed it was Ren. Though it was awfully late. Glancing at the clock on her walk to the door, she saw it was about 10. She really wasn't up for another one of his games. Ren wasn't even supposed to come home today. 'Spend the night around town', she told him.
He better have a good excuse prepared.
"I can't do it." Naruto said as he shook his head and backed away from the door. He got down one step before he was pushed back up.
"No, no, no. You need to make things right. At least before she lets it sit and finds it grudge-worthy." Kakashi said as he kept two hands on his back. Naruto sighed.
"Can't you do it, Sensei? She likes you better than me." He whined. Kakashi let out a small chuckle.
"Remember? I'm the one she killed. Now, come on." He forcefully took Naruto's hand out of his pocket, and used it to press the doorbell.
"That better not be you, Ren!" He heard her shout from the other side. Some mysterious force tugged the ends of his mouth into a frown. The door swung open. He saw her eyes narrow as she made a move to shut it again. He pushed Naruto in its way. Sakura was pretty vindictive, but he was sure she wouldn't try to kill Naruto…right? It was in this split second realization that he found that the door wasn't stopping.
His hand slammed onto the wood inches before colliding with Naruto's face. Sighing, he pushed it back open.
"Can we come in, Sakura?" With her eyes still narrowed, she opened the door the rest of the way. He nodded at her and pushed Naruto inside before taking a step up. He noticed that the whirring noise he heard came from her radiator on the far wall near the closet.
Sakura put the phone to her ear. "Speak of the devil, Pig. I'll call you later." Kakashi took a seat in his favorite armchair.
"Don't forget." She clicked the off button and closed the door after Sasuke walked in. She wrinkled her nose as she stared at the two white bags in his hands. Then she shoved her nose in the air. They could sit there all they wanted. She wasn't going to say a word. Especially to Uzumaki.
She shuffled back over to her seat in front of the radiator and sat cross-legged before it. Her interest was currently taken by the loose string in the fabric of his shirt which, by the way, would not come out.
"Sakura," Naruto started. "I wasn't saying you can't take a punch." He paused. No response. Actually, the only noise in the room at the moment was the occasional sound of a page being turned and the buzzing of the radiator. He waited more. Maybe she didn't hear him. The radiator was pretty loud, and Kakashi was being really obnoxious with his page-turning.
When he saw her fidget, he realized he was being ignored.
"Sakura, look. I know how strong you are. And I know you can beat my ass for no reason at all. So when I said I didn't want to hurt you, I wasn't saying you were weak." That confession caught her attention. At that moment, she turned her head, ever so slightly, towards his direction. That's all he needed to know she was listening. When he opened his mouth, he was surprised when she started to speak.
"Then what was it? Maybe I'm being a bit petty, but that really hit home, Naruto. My best friend told me he didn't want to hurt me, yet he's the one I go to for encouragement on how I've grown out of my weaknesses." Another page was turned. He sighed and took a step closer to her.
"I didn't want to hurt you because I know your secret." She raised an eyebrow. It was those types of things he said that put her off to talking to him while he's making a confession. But deciding on figuring out what secret she had, she went along with it…for the moment.
"My…secret." He moved closer and knelt beside her. He wrapped an arm around her side and let his head nudge her face. Now it was probably wrong to be a bit freaked out by the seemingly normal gesture, but she was. But she figured the world wasn't all wrong when she heard another page turn.
"Sakura-chan, I know you're going to have a baby!"
And the room got eerily silent. It was sad when the simplest acts can reassure you. Something like a page turning. That's what she needed right now. But she didn't hear it, and silently wondered what the hell was going on.
It was about another minute or two before Naruto released her.
"I'm…pregnant? Why would I…pregnant? I don't…understand—"
"Sakura-chan just let it out. We all know your secret now! I mean, it was pretty obvious. Your mood swings, crying at odd moments, your insanity, even the fact that you've gained more than a few pounds—!"
"Why the hell would you think I'm pregnant, you idiot?" It happened pretty fast for a "pregnant" woman. How she got up from her position and turned on her heel, just catching his face with her fist at the right moment to make him fly far enough. How the sound of her coffee table shattering to pieces satisfied her so much, it should've been criminal. How Kakashi's book was laid open on the ground and his eyes were widened enough for her to catch it for that split-second. And how Sasuke, poor Sasuke, was incidentally sitting on the couch in front of the coffee table. With Naruto flying, he was pushed to the floor.
Rolling her eyes in pleasure, she slipped over the couch and laid herself down. Sakura started to trace a pattern on the pillow beneath her head. She was somewhat soothed by the silence now. Letting the knuckles of her right hand rub against Kakashi's shirt, her legs folded together…it was nice, somehow. She exhaled through her nose and closed her eyes.
"I'm not pregnant, Naruto. I don't know how such a thought even formed in your mind." Then her eyes snapped open. "If I was pregnant? Why would make me jump into freezing cold water, anyways?" It was almost comical how tears were streaming down Naruto's face. That probably stung, too. She saw there were bags under his eyes that were staring to bruise black, and his cheek was already turning purple. Sasuke was laying face-down on the floor. It didn't even look like he was breathing…But that's a matter for later.
"S-Sakura-chan," He choked out. "We-We saw you yesterday in that short little dress, and all week you've been spending nights with him, so I thought…" She hummed.
"What I wear is none of your concern. And I told you I didn't have sex with him. I'm not going to have sex with him, and that's just it."
"Sakura-chan, why?" Kakashi's ears perked up at this. Why? Why wouldn't she have sex with him? I mean, he's not complaining. Ren is a sleazebag. But still, she could if she wanted to. He heard her sigh.
"Because, Naruto." She drawled. He swallowed. This was going to be good. "I'm not going to have sex until I'm married." And he almost choked. What kind of life does she expect to live? No sex? Damn.
"…Oh…Sorry Sakura-chan." He watched as a frown appeared on her face, and one of her legs slipped off of the couch.
"Sasuke, get up." She started to poke his behind with her toe. "I understand you want sympathy, but this isn't funny." Another poke. When she didn't get any movement in response, she quickly rolled off the couch and to his side. When she rolled him over, she saw a knot the size of a baseball on his forehead. He must've hit it on the coffee table after he was knocked out of his seat.
She placed a hand on his forehead and it started to glow. It was sad, really. Sasuke was collateral damage. If he was a real ninja, he would've known not to sit on the couch, right behind Sakura and Naruto. Especially in the middle of an argument.
She wasn't about to apologize for his stupidity when he regains consciousness.
"What I don't understand is, why the fuck would you go and say she was pregnant? And then on top of that, say she was fat!" Sasuke shouted, wincing as he put the frozen bag of peas back on his forehead.
"Well all the facts are there. I just put two and two together." He turned his head and glared, though Naruto probably couldn't see it, what with the large bag of peas covering most of his face.
"Hey Sasuke, what's in those bags you brought?" Sakura said as Kakashi painted another toenail red.
"Oh that?" He said as he looked to the food that lay forgotten under the pile of her broken coffee table. "Those are dumplings." Her eyes widened.
"What kind?" He leaned back and let the peas sit on his face.
"Syrup-coated." She felt her mouth water and licked her lips.
"Is there berry sauce in there?" He nodded. Her favorite.
"It was supposed to be a peace offering, but then Naruto went and opened his damn mouth." She was about to move a foot off the couch to get up, but then she remembered Kakashi.
"Can you hold on a bit?" He looked at her briefly, and his attention went back to finishing her right foot.
"No." She frowned. He was taking this bet way too seriously.
"Kakashi, it's just five more toes. I'm sure you can wait a few seconds for me to eat." He shook his head and applied clear polish to her big toe.
"I have to finish now or the drying will be uneven." She raised an eyebrow. That's pretty creepy.
"Okay, do you have a foot fetish or something? 'Cause you're taking painting my nails a bit too far." When she was done with partially healing Sasuke's knot, she bet Kakashi on when he's going to wake up. Kakashi said ten minutes, and she said seven minutes. He said she never gave him that back massage, and she claimed that she was too lazy to paint her nails. When Sasuke woke up seven minutes later, she brought out the nail polish and Kakashi started on her fingernails.
"I don't know why you paint your nails, anyway. You're a Kunoichi—"
"I'm not a Kunoichi." She stated point blankly.
"You're a woman." He said, going back to the tones he used to teach them when they were younger. "That means—"
"No it doesn't." He frowned. She was a woman, which meant she was a Kunoichi. Why was she saying otherwise?
"Sakura," He saw her eyes narrow as she snatched her foot from his grasp.
"Just shut-up." She scooted back and swung her legs off of the couch. Getting up, she stalked over to the broken pieces of her coffee table and took the two white bags from underneath it. He watched in confusion as she stomped to her room and slammed the door.
"What the hell…" Kakashi trailed off. He slowly capped the nail polish and placed it on the floor. As he got up, he briefly wondered whether or not he should follow her to her room. She could hurt him, but then again, the grudge that's going to form, because he didn't apologize for whatever the hell he did, would be worse.
Noticing that Naruto and Sasuke were otherwise preoccupied, he walked to the door of her room and slowly knocked.
"Go away!" He jiggled the knob and found that to be locked as well. Wait. He was a ninja. Doorknobs were nothing to ninja. He smiled and placed his fingertips on the surface of the knob.
"Damn it!" He shook his hand. When he looked at it again, the parts that weren't covered by his fingerless gloves were red…and burnt. "What the hell did you do to the door?" He shouted as he flexed his fingers painfully.
"Shut-up!" She yelled back. He sighed. He really did hope it would never have to come down to this. There would be some very serious consequences involved, but really, who was he to question himself now? Sakura was in another one of her moods, and those never really sat well with him. Well, that was partly because he was the cause for those moods most of the time, and they never ended well.
Pulling out a kunai, he made a hand-seal.
Kakashi is officially the epitome, of an ass.
She angrily dipped another dumpling into the berry sauce and stuffed it into her mouth.
She didn't know why she got upset. The word just set her off somehow. And then Kakashi, insisting she was a Kunoichi made it worse. By definition, yes. She was a, "Kunoichi". But not really. Women, at least respectable women, shouldn't adhere to that word. Kunoichi this, and Kunoichi that. She's a ninja, damn it! Men were such sexist pigs, that they had to place women in a whole new category. They're so superior, and manly, and strong—Her ass. She was capable, and strong, and superior. And by God if she doesn't show it every day…
She stuffed another syrup-and-berry-covered dumpling in her mouth. She frowned as she chewed.
Kakashi was one of them. To him, women were good for sex, and maybe in the long-run, children. Not for partners, or captains, or leaders…But didn't he just ask her to be captain of their man-to-man and she refused?
She shook her head.
That wasn't the point. Kakashi liked to lead. He was an alpha male, and that was just that. He placed every woman in the category 'Kunoichi' and every man in the category 'Ninja'. And she didn't like it one bit. Okay, so she's never been that sensitive to the word. Something in her just clicked. Back before the Shodai Hokage, Kunoichi were tools for getting information. They were only called for missions of or pertaining to seduction, and even then they couldn't kill their target. She's never given it a second thought before. All those books she's ever read on the history of Shinobi never really hit her.
She couldn't really explain why it hit her now, but it did. And she didn't like it. She was never going to classify herself as a Kunoichi again. She was a ninja of the Hidden Leaf. And that was it.
She heard a knock on the door and gripped her knee.
"Go away!" The bastard will never give up, will he? She told him before, she wasn't going to hold a grudge. Yet he was too afraid to wait and see what would happen.
Funny, she was just complaining about women being underestimated and categorized, and here she was being feared and she didn't really like it.
"Damn it!" Ah. He must've been burnt by her chakra. It was really cool actually, how she— "What the hell did you do to the door?" He shouted.
"Shut-up!" She threw her empty bag of food where he presumably was, but it didn't go far. She frowned and grabbed the second bag from behind her and opened it. She opened the take out box that was inside and dipped another dumpling in berry sauce.
Everything he did just pissed her off these days. And she hated to be pissed. Because of that, she was going to make everyone's life a living hell until her mood passed. Usually, it worked.
But then she saw a cloud of smoke, and her anger flared.
"Sakura, I don't know what's wrong with you—" He pissed her off on purpose, didn't he? He just knew that would make her angry. He loves seeing her angry! So she was going to show him her anger. She grabbed the lamp off her nightstand, pulling it's plug out of the socket in the process, and threw it in his direction.
Yeah, she was probably going to have to heal it later, but for now, she was going to enjoy it. She heard the lamp shatter and figured he dodged it. So she grabbed whatever was in her reach next, which seemed to be a…pen. Hm. Stabbing. She liked to stab.
"Sakura, stop!" You can't grab a pen like you can grab a kunai. Pens are very small. That's what she liked about them. She liked them even more when she heard Kakashi hiss. Hopefully, she got him in the hand. Or even his face, if she was lucky.
She quickly found out that throwing things at him was making her happy. And she would do whatever it takes to make her mood pass. But she was running out of furniture, so she quickly turned and grabbed her pillows. She had a lot, so she wasn't going to let up.
"I didn't want to do this, Sakura." Too late. She was being pulled back by her wrists and slammed into the headboard. Hard. When she tried to pull away, she found her wrists were bound by chakra wire that not even she could break out of by strength alone.
"You bastard!" She spat. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Her foot sprung out, but he was too far away. She heard a light chuckle and glared.
"Sakura, look. Whatever I did, I'm sorry." Her frowned turned into a straight line. "Now that I apologized, could you please tell me exactly what it is I did?" She let out a breath and her head fell.
"You're an ass." She saw his head tilt to the side. He was about to open his mouth. "I'm not done." She let out a deep sigh and made a move to play with his shirt, but all she got in return was the sound of the bed creaking. This made her frown. "You and all the other men of the ninja world are asses because you think all women are Kunoichi. We're not." He scratched the back of his neck in confusion.
"I didn't understand it when you said that five minutes ago. In a means to prevent you from trying to kill me again, I'm going to silently ask you to explain." She raised her head and rolled her eyes. Typical men.
"Kunoichi of the 'Olden Days'," She used her fingers to make air quotes, "Were only used to get information via seduction. Not killing, or information gathering, or interrogation. Just our breasts, and our asses. That's all they needed."
"Ah. All you want me to do is call you a ninja, right?" She smiled and nodded her head. He was an ass, but he wasn't stupid.
"That's all." She continued to smile and nod her head. Kakashi shook his.
"Sakura, I think you have more psychological problems than you're letting on." And she froze. She felt the urge to throw something, but then again, she should've asked him to untie her about four seconds ago. It would've made all the difference.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? I'm perfectly fine, you bastard!" He sighed. Again with the name calling. She has a very limited vocabulary, well, at least with him. Words like 'Bastard' and 'Stupid man', and even 'Baka', seem to show themselves a lot in their conversations.
"I'm just saying you might need a little help." She opened her mouth, but he cut her off. "You've never had a problem with the word before, Sakura. The fact that you got this mad because I tried to call you a Kunoichi proves that." He held up his gloved right hand…that had a black pen stabbed right through the middle. She briefly smiled at her work.
"Kakashi, I'm telling you. I'm just fine. I've been sleeping, and Naruto said I gained a few pounds, so I must be eating something. Touch my hair." The hand that wasn't currently incapacitated slowly grabbed a piece of her hair. She didn't flinch. Another sigh escaped him as he let his hand drop.
"That's not it, Sakura." Her eyes narrowed as another frown marred her face. Ino was right; if she kept doing that, she was going to get horrible wrinkles.
"Then what is it? Enlighten me." His eyes trailed to the ceiling in thought.
"Well, for starters, how did you feel at the Exchange?" When they got back down to her, he saw her frown turned into a scowl.
"How do you think I felt, smart ass? The Kusakage pestering me—"
"What?" Her eye twitched.
"The Kusakage pestering me—" He rolled his eyes.
"I heard you, I just don't quite understand…" Her lip turned upwards into a snarl. Her facial expressions were really getting to him.
"What is there not to understand? I think I put pretty simple words in there," He sighed.
"Sakura, the Kusakage wasn't at the Exchange." Her head jerked back.
"What do you mean he wasn't there? I was talking to him! He had to be there." Kakashi pursed his lips and shook his head.
"No, Sakura…he wasn't."
"Yes he was." Kakashi furrowed his eyebrows. Now that was just childish.
"He wasn't." She shook her head. He was sure she would cross her arms and pout, given the opportunity. Luckily, he didn't untie her yet.
"Yeah-huh." He wiped his free hand down his face. He wasn't going to sit here and have at it with her like a kid. He wasn't a kid. He wasn't.
"No, he wasn't."
"He was there you bastard!" She didn't have much patience, but neither did he.
"How 'bout you let the person who wasn't stuck in a genjutsu tell you what's real, and what isn't!" Her mouth shut.
"I was…stuck in a genjutsu?" He was sure she would at least know that what she was seeing wasn't real, right? Because whatever made her snap like that had to be horrible.
"You just stood there. We couldn't tell until it was too late. Katsumi did the same thing she did last time." She frowned.
"You guys...kept dying. I couldn't tell what was real, and what wasn't. Actually, reality is still a bit twisted to me, so…" Kakashi sighed. She really did have more problems than she was showing.
"Do you need some help, Sakura? The Anbu therapist—"
"No." She stated firmly. "I'm not crazy. And if you of all people start to believe that I am, I'm going to start losing faith in myself." If Kakashi deemed her a lost cause, then all of her hope was gone. It was just that plain and simple. She looked down. "Did I kill them? All of them?"
"No. You killed two of the ninja that were there, but Nao and Katsumi ran." Sakura sighed. She was really a handful.
"War's here, isn't it?" She said in a solemn voice. Kakashi turned his head to stare at the wall.
"Yeah." She bit her lip. She should've controlled herself. This whole mess could've been avoided. Just look at the state she's put her Village in now. Konoha has barely recovered from Pein's invasion, let alone the last war. And here they were, about to have another one. And Grass was so good with politics. They were going to recruit the countries that Fire never cared about. Countries like Snow, Earth, and even Bear.
She really doubts that the Allied Shinobi Forces will team up to fight again. Not since the last war was basically because of the person who originated from Konoha. Uchiha Madara. And now, Konoha went and let two of their best ninja fuck up a simple mission, which led to disaster, and eventually a war.
Yeah. Because that will go over so well at the Five Kage Council. She sighed.
"Can you untie me now? This is starting to hurt." He turned back to her and smiled. She found that she never liked that smile.
"Nah. I think I'll just let you sit there and think about what you did." He said holding up his injured hand again. She rolled her eyes.
"Stop being such a girl. Just pull it out already!" He turned his hand sideways. She flinched.
"I've got…good aim." She saw that the pen went straight through his hand. Right in the middle. And that, was some damn good aim. But then she noticed the red stains on his dark blue gloves and her eyes widened. "You stupid man! Untie me so you don't lose blood!" And then the idiot waved her off with his pen-impaled hand.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. This is nothing compared to a kunai. Thank Kami, you didn't have any of those laying around." She smiled sheepishly. It was his fault in the first place for barging in on her like that. But then…how did he get in?
"How the hell did you get in here?" He gave her his famous eye crease.
"Naruto set up some of sensei's kunai in here." She watched as he pulled out a Flying Thunder God kunai. "He happened to have given me one the day I made jonin, so…" She wrestled against her bonds.
"So it was you and Naruto! Bastards," She started to mutter under her breath. "Knowing you, you probably stole my underwear or something." He frowned and his eyes trailed down from her face. "What're you looking at?" She said accusingly, ducking her head lower to avert his attention. He pointed at her.
"Is that my shirt? Because it's really big on you, and it looks like my shirt." Her back straightened. She started to laugh nervously.
"No, no…This uh, got bigger…in the wash." Kakashi frowned, not believing her one bit.
"You know, ninja don't get a whole lot of uniforms for free. And the fabric is already running—Sakura, you ruined my shirt!" She rolled her eyes.
"It's a little piece of string, calm down! This shirt already had my blood in it. You might as well give it to me."
"Then I'll have to get a new one." He stated matter-of-factly.
"You've been doing fine so far without it…" She trailed off.
"Sakura, those uniforms cost money. It'll cost even more to get a shirt without the set!" She pursed her lips.
"You act like you're poor!" Another sigh. His eyes trailed further down. She quickly shut her legs. "What are you looking for?"
"Are you wearing panties?" Heat rose to her cheeks.
"Why wouldn't I be?" She said angrily. The nerve…
"What color?" Her eye twitched.
"Kakashi, I don't like you." He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I don't like you either." She cocked her head.
"I have a boyfriend." He frowned at this. Ren. Her "Boyfriend" who didn't really act like a boyfriend, because he was a total bastard.
"I know that." She frowned again.
"Untie me now, or I'll kill you." He sighed. Knowing that this threat would be carried out, he pulled out a kunai from his pouch. He sent his chakra through it, then used it to cut the wires. She flexed her hands. "Thank-you. Now let's get out of here. I don't want them getting any ideas." He nodded.
"Of course not." She shut her open takeout box and stuffed it back in the bag. She then crawled off of her bed and waited for Kakashi to do the same.
"You know," He said as he walked over to her and slung an arm over her shoulders. "I can teach you something new with that aim of yours," She lit up. She hasn't gone training in like…forever! She's going to take advantage of this opportunity. She then frowned, remembering the dinner they had tomorrow.
"But my mother, she'll kill me if we just skip." They walked over to the door.
"We'll do it in the morning then." She smiled. She hasn't trained in a while, let alone with Kakashi. It was much needed. Especially since she's gained a few pounds. And for a ninja, that was just not acceptable. She opened the door. They weren't going to fit through it with Kakashi's arm around her like this, and he seemed very adamant of walking through the door, she turned sideways.
"Ah!" And then tripped over a stack of pillows.
Great. She thought. I'm a ninja, yet I can't avoid a stupid stack of pillows. It was sad, really. And it just served to prove why she needed that training he promised.
"Ouch." She just had to be the one to land under him. And she would be sure to push the blame on Kakashi. Because if he would've just moved, they could avoid yet another compromising situation.
"Yeah. You really need that training." She smiled.
"Shut-up." She started to laugh as she saw his lips turn into a smile. Now she really felt back to normal. It was another uncomfortable moment, yes. But that's just what they were together. Uncomfortable.
"What the fuck are you two doing?" She looked up with widened eyes as she heard a familiar voice come closer. Yeah. She really needed that training if she couldn't even hear a door open and close.
"Ren…Hey…" She said as she looked at him from an upside-down view. When her attention turned back to Kakashi, he quickly got up and extended a hand.
"Again. What the fuck are you two doing?"
Oh boy.
I'm so, so, so, sorry. I know, I've been MIA for the past week, but please forgive me. I made this chapter a bit longer as an apology! I'm actually pretty proud with the way this turned out through my on-and-off again bouts of writers block. Don't worry, Clash will notdiscontinue. I love it too much. Well, that's all! And I'll try to have the next chap up faster! Only if you review! Blackmail, yes I know.
-Keoo19