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flibbergibbet . You can read the original version here.
Okay, first off - this was inspired by a ficlet I read on (one of?) a Naruto kink meme. It was Asuma/Ino frottage, and besides being hot, I really, really liked how it wasn't the standard: kissing, cunnilingus, penetration that I get so bored with. So, that's what inspired this. (The bonus hand job is all mine.)
She meant to smile.
This first line was a bitch. Usually I don't have trouble with first lines, and they're easier than last lines, but for this fic I wanted to get them into the bathroom as quickly as possible, but I also wanted to establish what was going on, so I fiddled around with the opening a LOT.
It's just that he'd startled her, appearing right as she exited the restroom, hands still damp and hair curling about her face, bangs de-emphasizing her forehead as much as possible. She'd practiced her smile in front of the mirror, over and over again, until she thought it was impossible that her lips would do anything but curve into her bright, un-invested, I'm-perfectly-fine smile at the sight of him, but suddenly he was slouched in front of her, no warning at all and instead of smiling at him the way she intended, her breath caught in her throat and her mouth twisted, tremulous, hurt, weak.
Sakura, trying to be a strong adult. I think that Sakura has a LOT of self-esteem issues, and that she is one of those women who, in a break up, would automatically assume that she was to blame, but that Sakura post-Sasuke would do everything possible to not let anyone know how upset she truly is.
She recovered, forced happiness into her tone, like one week ago he hadn't broken her heart.
"Good evening sensei," she chirped, and went to squeeze by him, to rejoin her friends in the main room. Only he reached out, wrapped his hand around the back of her neck.
A fractional pause, and her hands were forming the seals for the strongest concealment genjutsu that she knew as Kakashi pulled her back into the bathroom.
The blonde shinobi fixing her lipstick at the sinks didn't even flick her eyes toward them as they came through the swinging door, as Kakashi pulled Sakura into a stall.
This is the second fic (first hasn't been posted yet) where there is a blonde shinobi hanging around at the edges of my sex scenes.
She turned, flicking the lock closed out of habit, and Kakashi's mouth was on her neck, lips warm behind his mask. He pulled her to him, wrapping his left arm around her and hoisting her up to a more convenient height.
He bit at the back of her neck, a delicious mix of teeth under the soft cotton of his mask. She could hear everything perfectly, the hiss of his breath, the rustle of their clothes, her pulse thrumming in her throat, the protracted rubber-against-cloth slide as she restlessly moved the soles of her shoes down his shins and back again. Sakura pressed her hips back, arching against him, her hands over her mouth. This wasn't like before, the first time the world dropped out from under her (again, it had happened again, she should have seen it coming, why had she thought she was special enough to keep when she never had been before?) and she'd almost been struck deaf, blood roaring in her ears like a tower falling. She hadn't actually heard him break up with her; it had been fragmented words piercing through the screaming in her head (mistake, shouldn't have, I'm sorry, better if, he'd said and all she could hear was worthless, worthless, worthless) and the way he tugged at the knot of his hitai-ate and didn't look at her.
First off, I wish more people played with the height difference between Kakashi and Sakura. I personally find it really hot. In my head, Sakura's always at her pre-Shiduupen height, jut because.
The line about 'like a tower falling' is a reference to the tarot deck. The Tower is a symbol of destruction and doom and other bad things.
This was a fic I knew needed to have a companion Kakashi pov, because writing it I was so aware that what Sakura was seeing wasn't anywhere close to what was really going on with Kakashi. At the time, I thought he was being sincere about thinking she was better on without him, but in the half-written companion he broke up with her because he realized that if she loved him, she'd put herself in danger to protect him and get herself killed.
Also, this paragraph was were I got to dive into Sakura's self-esteem issues.
But she hadn't begged.
She hadn't pleaded.
She hadn't cried in front of him.
And right here was have the difference between Sakura pre and post Sasuke's betrayal. I think she feels everything just as deeply, but she's sick of being the weak, emotional one, so she wraps her pride and self-worth around not letting Kakashi know how much she's hurting.
And it didn't matter that she'd done all that locked in her room, that she'd gone out to the training grounds, punching and kicking until her chakra was gone and her knuckles were bloody and the ground was so mauled and shattered that she'd twisted her ankle walking back to somewhere that wasn't broken down to bedrock.
She hadn't done any of that where he could see her, and now, as his right hand stroked her through her black shorts, as he rocked into her from behind, the added friction of their clothes making everything delicious and so not-satisfying, she pressed her hands over her mouth and didn't make a sound.
Also, he was totally watching her at the training grounds, and most likely went back to his apartment to wallow in lust and self-loathing and get wasted. Sakura not making any noise is continuation on the theme of her trying not to reveal the depths of her feelings.
She didn't whimper when his fingers slipped into her shorts, down, down, down, stroking her damp slit, didn't moan when he nuzzled at her hairline, breath hot on her ear, didn't cry out in protest when the door slammed open, loud, obnoxious voices echoing off the walls and Kakashi froze.
I don't know where I got the idea for them to be interrupted, but I really liked it. Plus, if you don't lock the door, you KNOW someone is going to come in. Murphey's Law and all.
"Hinata, spill," Ino said, locking the door behind them.
"I d-don't think we should-" Hinata stuttered.
Sakura bit the edge of her palm in frustration. Kakashi's fingers had stopped moving against her and she clenched her thighs together, his hand caught between them as she shifted and rocked back against his erection, trying to get some relief from the jagged heat that was coiled at the junction of her legs, even more desperate for respite from the jagged ache in her heart.
"Don't be a goose," Ino said, peering under the stalls, her oblivious blue eyes inches from Sakura's dangling toes. "We're completely alone. Now tell, tell, tell!"
I love the imagine of Ino looking at them but no seeing.
Hinata made inarticulate noises and then went, "There's really n-nothing to t-tell."
Sakura dragged her heels down Kakashi's shins, hard. He hissed in pain, fingers twitching, and her whole body jerked in reaction.
"Yeah," Ino said sarcastically, "Neji just totally owned Naruto in front of the entire bar for no reason."
I couldn't resist the chance to slip another favorite pairing in her. I don't know what Naruto did, but Neji got jealous and pissed and totally beat the hell out of him. He's probably having a small heart attack out in the bar.
Sakura had the idle thought that she should be concerned about that, but Kakashi was stroking her, sliding his thumb over her clit, one hard stroke that had her back arching, two fingers dipping into her entrance teasingly and then retreating, and while she could care less about whatever moronic thing Naruto had done, it would be very, very hard.
And she had something else that was very, very hard and much more pleasant to deal with at the moment.
Kakashi was holding her so tightly against him that it was hard to breathe, that she could feel the pockets on his flak vest digging into her shoulder blades, so close that there was no way she could fit a hand between them to stroke him the way he was stroking her, so she merely reached back, running one hand through his hair as he panted against the nape of her neck.
Sakura has an instinctive grasp on the Laws of Reciprocity, I imagine, so if there was a way to be giving Kakashi a hand job at this moment, she would be. I don't think he's complaining, though.
His fingers were sliding against her, inside her, circling and stroking and tugging and even though she knew she was close, her orgasm still blindsided her, surging up her spine and down her legs in a heady rush of pain-pleasure.
Sakura's fingers tangled around the knot of his hitai-ate as she jerked against him, as he ground against her ass, seeking his own relief.
She dropped her hand to his, tentatively running her fingers across his bare knuckles, lightly touching his finger nails, the steel plate on his gloves cool against her palm.
I think there is massive potential for the sensation differences that the steel plates on Kakashi's gloves have, but unfortunately they are at a kind of awkward position. How often to you touch people with the BACK of your hand?
Kakashi twisted his wrist, roughly tangling their fingers together, gripping so hard she felt something crack. She squeezed back, feeling needy and pathetic and wanting and then he was shuddering against her, breath catching in his throat as he came.
Notice WHEN he comes? I wanted to be clear, or hint strongly, that this is not just sex, that he's in love with her, and that's why he comes when she reaches out to him, and not when she's grinding against him and coming herself.
He exhaled slowly, and then he was lowering her to the ground.
As soon as her toes touched the floor, she stepped as far away as she could in the close space, running her hands through her hair and trying to think up something witty and mature and confident to say.
His hand lingered at the curve of her hip for a moment, toying with the edge where her medic skirt ended and there was a glimpse of bare skin, before he jerked it away, like he'd suddenly realized that she was Sakura, worthless, waste-of-time Sakura, nobody special enough to screw around with twice.
...realizing he just made a bad situation worse.... Also, I realized when I posted that I was really unclear about who long this relationship was going on, because of that 'nobody special enough to screw around with twice' line, which is, in retrospect, unclear. I figured they had a illicit relationship for at LEAST a couple weeks and probably longer, before Kakashi broke up with her, and Sakura is inferring that it's because she's not interesting enough to be with for the long term.
Really, she should comment about that, say something bitchy and cruel about the fact that he seemed to make the same mistakes over and over and over again, but if she spoke she was going to cry and she wasn't going to cry in front of him. She wasn't twelve anymore; he may have broken her heart, but she wasn't going to be weak, she wasn't.
She slammed the lock open hard enough to have the metal bending, throwing the door open. Her genjustsu was still in effect, still perfect, and neither Hinata, backed against one of the sinks, nor Ino, looming over her and pressing for details, reacted.
On the subject of Sakura being strong, notice the fact that she kept a complex genjutsu going while having sex, and then there's the super strengh.
Kakashi reached for her shoulder and she ducked away. She caught a glimpse of them in the mirror as she rushed out. Her face was bloodless, eyes wide and wounded, wet and bloodshot, while Kakashi stood behind her. His hand was outstretched, and as she watched his fingers curled and his arm dropped. She must have accidentally pushed his hitai-ate up, because the tomoe in his sharingan were swirling gently as he looked after her.
Kakashi deliberately pushed the hitai-ate up. I imagine he does that a lot when Sakura's around.
She almost apologized at the sight; she was sure he wouldn't want to recall this perfectly.
She didn't want to recall this at all.
The last sentence was surprisingly easy to find - I knew I wanted to end with the image of Kakashi reaching for her and forcing himself not to, with his Sharingan exposed, and after that, the lines about Sakura not wanting to remember feeling like this just flowed.
flibbergibbet . You can read the original version here.Okay, first off - this was inspired by a ficlet I read on (one of?) a Naruto kink meme. It was Asuma/Ino frottage, and besides being hot, I really, really liked how it wasn't the standard: kissing, cunnilingus, penetration that I get so bored with. So, that's what inspired this. (The bonus hand job is all mine.)
She meant to smile.
This first line was a bitch. Usually I don't have trouble with first lines, and they're easier than last lines, but for this fic I wanted to get them into the bathroom as quickly as possible, but I also wanted to establish what was going on, so I fiddled around with the opening a LOT.
It's just that he'd startled her, appearing right as she exited the restroom, hands still damp and hair curling about her face, bangs de-emphasizing her forehead as much as possible. She'd practiced her smile in front of the mirror, over and over again, until she thought it was impossible that her lips would do anything but curve into her bright, un-invested, I'm-perfectly-fine smile at the sight of him, but suddenly he was slouched in front of her, no warning at all and instead of smiling at him the way she intended, her breath caught in her throat and her mouth twisted, tremulous, hurt, weak.
Sakura, trying to be a strong adult. I think that Sakura has a LOT of self-esteem issues, and that she is one of those women who, in a break up, would automatically assume that she was to blame, but that Sakura post-Sasuke would do everything possible to not let anyone know how upset she truly is.
She recovered, forced happiness into her tone, like one week ago he hadn't broken her heart.
"Good evening sensei," she chirped, and went to squeeze by him, to rejoin her friends in the main room. Only he reached out, wrapped his hand around the back of her neck.
A fractional pause, and her hands were forming the seals for the strongest concealment genjutsu that she knew as Kakashi pulled her back into the bathroom.
The blonde shinobi fixing her lipstick at the sinks didn't even flick her eyes toward them as they came through the swinging door, as Kakashi pulled Sakura into a stall.
This is the second fic (first hasn't been posted yet) where there is a blonde shinobi hanging around at the edges of my sex scenes.
She turned, flicking the lock closed out of habit, and Kakashi's mouth was on her neck, lips warm behind his mask. He pulled her to him, wrapping his left arm around her and hoisting her up to a more convenient height.
He bit at the back of her neck, a delicious mix of teeth under the soft cotton of his mask. She could hear everything perfectly, the hiss of his breath, the rustle of their clothes, her pulse thrumming in her throat, the protracted rubber-against-cloth slide as she restlessly moved the soles of her shoes down his shins and back again. Sakura pressed her hips back, arching against him, her hands over her mouth. This wasn't like before, the first time the world dropped out from under her (again, it had happened again, she should have seen it coming, why had she thought she was special enough to keep when she never had been before?) and she'd almost been struck deaf, blood roaring in her ears like a tower falling. She hadn't actually heard him break up with her; it had been fragmented words piercing through the screaming in her head (mistake, shouldn't have, I'm sorry, better if, he'd said and all she could hear was worthless, worthless, worthless) and the way he tugged at the knot of his hitai-ate and didn't look at her.
First off, I wish more people played with the height difference between Kakashi and Sakura. I personally find it really hot. In my head, Sakura's always at her pre-Shiduupen height, jut because.
The line about 'like a tower falling' is a reference to the tarot deck. The Tower is a symbol of destruction and doom and other bad things.
This was a fic I knew needed to have a companion Kakashi pov, because writing it I was so aware that what Sakura was seeing wasn't anywhere close to what was really going on with Kakashi. At the time, I thought he was being sincere about thinking she was better on without him, but in the half-written companion he broke up with her because he realized that if she loved him, she'd put herself in danger to protect him and get herself killed.
Also, this paragraph was were I got to dive into Sakura's self-esteem issues.
But she hadn't begged.
She hadn't pleaded.
She hadn't cried in front of him.
And right here was have the difference between Sakura pre and post Sasuke's betrayal. I think she feels everything just as deeply, but she's sick of being the weak, emotional one, so she wraps her pride and self-worth around not letting Kakashi know how much she's hurting.
And it didn't matter that she'd done all that locked in her room, that she'd gone out to the training grounds, punching and kicking until her chakra was gone and her knuckles were bloody and the ground was so mauled and shattered that she'd twisted her ankle walking back to somewhere that wasn't broken down to bedrock.
She hadn't done any of that where he could see her, and now, as his right hand stroked her through her black shorts, as he rocked into her from behind, the added friction of their clothes making everything delicious and so not-satisfying, she pressed her hands over her mouth and didn't make a sound.
Also, he was totally watching her at the training grounds, and most likely went back to his apartment to wallow in lust and self-loathing and get wasted. Sakura not making any noise is continuation on the theme of her trying not to reveal the depths of her feelings.
She didn't whimper when his fingers slipped into her shorts, down, down, down, stroking her damp slit, didn't moan when he nuzzled at her hairline, breath hot on her ear, didn't cry out in protest when the door slammed open, loud, obnoxious voices echoing off the walls and Kakashi froze.
I don't know where I got the idea for them to be interrupted, but I really liked it. Plus, if you don't lock the door, you KNOW someone is going to come in. Murphey's Law and all.
"Hinata, spill," Ino said, locking the door behind them.
"I d-don't think we should-" Hinata stuttered.
Sakura bit the edge of her palm in frustration. Kakashi's fingers had stopped moving against her and she clenched her thighs together, his hand caught between them as she shifted and rocked back against his erection, trying to get some relief from the jagged heat that was coiled at the junction of her legs, even more desperate for respite from the jagged ache in her heart.
"Don't be a goose," Ino said, peering under the stalls, her oblivious blue eyes inches from Sakura's dangling toes. "We're completely alone. Now tell, tell, tell!"
I love the imagine of Ino looking at them but no seeing.
Hinata made inarticulate noises and then went, "There's really n-nothing to t-tell."
Sakura dragged her heels down Kakashi's shins, hard. He hissed in pain, fingers twitching, and her whole body jerked in reaction.
"Yeah," Ino said sarcastically, "Neji just totally owned Naruto in front of the entire bar for no reason."
I couldn't resist the chance to slip another favorite pairing in her. I don't know what Naruto did, but Neji got jealous and pissed and totally beat the hell out of him. He's probably having a small heart attack out in the bar.
Sakura had the idle thought that she should be concerned about that, but Kakashi was stroking her, sliding his thumb over her clit, one hard stroke that had her back arching, two fingers dipping into her entrance teasingly and then retreating, and while she could care less about whatever moronic thing Naruto had done, it would be very, very hard.
And she had something else that was very, very hard and much more pleasant to deal with at the moment.
Kakashi was holding her so tightly against him that it was hard to breathe, that she could feel the pockets on his flak vest digging into her shoulder blades, so close that there was no way she could fit a hand between them to stroke him the way he was stroking her, so she merely reached back, running one hand through his hair as he panted against the nape of her neck.
Sakura has an instinctive grasp on the Laws of Reciprocity, I imagine, so if there was a way to be giving Kakashi a hand job at this moment, she would be. I don't think he's complaining, though.
His fingers were sliding against her, inside her, circling and stroking and tugging and even though she knew she was close, her orgasm still blindsided her, surging up her spine and down her legs in a heady rush of pain-pleasure.
Sakura's fingers tangled around the knot of his hitai-ate as she jerked against him, as he ground against her ass, seeking his own relief.
She dropped her hand to his, tentatively running her fingers across his bare knuckles, lightly touching his finger nails, the steel plate on his gloves cool against her palm.
I think there is massive potential for the sensation differences that the steel plates on Kakashi's gloves have, but unfortunately they are at a kind of awkward position. How often to you touch people with the BACK of your hand?
Kakashi twisted his wrist, roughly tangling their fingers together, gripping so hard she felt something crack. She squeezed back, feeling needy and pathetic and wanting and then he was shuddering against her, breath catching in his throat as he came.
Notice WHEN he comes? I wanted to be clear, or hint strongly, that this is not just sex, that he's in love with her, and that's why he comes when she reaches out to him, and not when she's grinding against him and coming herself.
He exhaled slowly, and then he was lowering her to the ground.
As soon as her toes touched the floor, she stepped as far away as she could in the close space, running her hands through her hair and trying to think up something witty and mature and confident to say.
His hand lingered at the curve of her hip for a moment, toying with the edge where her medic skirt ended and there was a glimpse of bare skin, before he jerked it away, like he'd suddenly realized that she was Sakura, worthless, waste-of-time Sakura, nobody special enough to screw around with twice.
...realizing he just made a bad situation worse.... Also, I realized when I posted that I was really unclear about who long this relationship was going on, because of that 'nobody special enough to screw around with twice' line, which is, in retrospect, unclear. I figured they had a illicit relationship for at LEAST a couple weeks and probably longer, before Kakashi broke up with her, and Sakura is inferring that it's because she's not interesting enough to be with for the long term.
Really, she should comment about that, say something bitchy and cruel about the fact that he seemed to make the same mistakes over and over and over again, but if she spoke she was going to cry and she wasn't going to cry in front of him. She wasn't twelve anymore; he may have broken her heart, but she wasn't going to be weak, she wasn't.
She slammed the lock open hard enough to have the metal bending, throwing the door open. Her genjustsu was still in effect, still perfect, and neither Hinata, backed against one of the sinks, nor Ino, looming over her and pressing for details, reacted.
On the subject of Sakura being strong, notice the fact that she kept a complex genjutsu going while having sex, and then there's the super strengh.
Kakashi reached for her shoulder and she ducked away. She caught a glimpse of them in the mirror as she rushed out. Her face was bloodless, eyes wide and wounded, wet and bloodshot, while Kakashi stood behind her. His hand was outstretched, and as she watched his fingers curled and his arm dropped. She must have accidentally pushed his hitai-ate up, because the tomoe in his sharingan were swirling gently as he looked after her.
Kakashi deliberately pushed the hitai-ate up. I imagine he does that a lot when Sakura's around.
She almost apologized at the sight; she was sure he wouldn't want to recall this perfectly.
She didn't want to recall this at all.
The last sentence was surprisingly easy to find - I knew I wanted to end with the image of Kakashi reaching for her and forcing himself not to, with his Sharingan exposed, and after that, the lines about Sakura not wanting to remember feeling like this just flowed.
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And because I honestly can't see Kakashi getting into a casual relationship with Sakura, even if he tell himself that's what it is, I knew that any fic that had them breaking up at his instigation..... well, is point of view would look FAR different than Sakura's.
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One of the most cherished aspects of Kakashi's character is his laid back attitude being often mingled with his absolute intensity with life . . . or more specifically with the living. He deals with the dead and the ghosts for most (if not all) of his adult life, and somehow finds the strength to have a certain vibrancy for the very things he is attached whether is is Icha Icha, his students, his comrades, or the village.
The idea of him in a relationship, ANY relationship, will result in Kakashi being a very passionate lover with or without the denial. The very best example of a fic capturing this intense aspect of Kakashi is Silvershine's Duty Before Honor and Serenanna's Dirty Deeds, with before and after the denial. Once you have him to care about anything in particular, he's set for life.
Oh man, writing this and listening to Pieces by Red after a really stressing day makes me feel that weird happy/sad feeling. I'm off to write some Marco/Rachel.no subject
Yes. I love Kakashi for his contractions; on the one hand, he's avoiding relationships and emotional connection, but on the other, he's doing that by reading a porn series (that I would argue that has strong romantic elements) and sex is all about physical/emotional connection.
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I think that's probably true. I think that with Kakashi abandoning her and Sasuke and Naruto leaving she can probably do one of two things: get really angry or blame herself. I think the hurt is too deep for it to be the former. I can see how, later on, it affects other areas of her life.
First off, I wish more people played with the height difference between Kakashi and Sakura. I personally find it really hot. In my head, Sakura's always at her pre-Shiduupen height, jut because.
Somehow I see older Sakura as being a little taller than average: 5'6", maybe. Though Kakashi is really tall, isn't he? Over 6' or something?
I love the imagine of Ino looking at them but no seeing.
I enjoyed that part a lot, too, when I first read this.
I think there is massive potential for the sensation differences that the steel plates on Kakashi's gloves have, but unfortunately they are at a kind of awkward position.
Hm, that does sound interesting. You... might be able to make it work? Food for thought.
I wanted to be clear, or hint strongly, that this is not just sex, that he's in love with her, and that's why he comes when she reaches out to him, and not when she's grinding against him and coming herself.
Ooh, I missed that. I mean, I got that he was in love but that's a really nice touch that he loses it when she shows some sign of really wanting him back.
Kakashi deliberately pushed the hitai-ate up. I imagine he does that a lot when Sakura's around.
Oh, Kakashi. You are so sad and pathetic sometimes.
Thanks for this! It's always nice to see an author's perspective on their work.
(That companion piece? WRITE IT, please and thanks :D)
I'd Rather Be A Bitch Than Another Broken Heart.
Yes. And while I thinks she gets angry as well, I think her anger is very much... very much her going, "i don't want to be weak, so I'm going to be angry instead!' which is kinda fuel by her self-loathing in a way.
Somehow I see older Sakura as being a little taller than average: 5'6", maybe. Though Kakashi is really tall, isn't he? Over 6' or something?
I think Kakashi's actually height is tall by Japanese standards, which means about 6 feet even. If you look at them in Shipuuden, I'm pretty sure Sakura's up to his chin. I think of her as smaller because I like the height difference and because I love the contradiction of the short, slender girl who can punch through rock.
Oh, Kakashi. You are so sad and pathetic sometimes.
Yet awesome. And now I want to write the fic where Kakashi is talking to Obito in his dreams, and Obito's like, 'you know, seeing nothing but violence and death and blood was bad, but somehow suddenly having to watch explicit porn is worse. Couldn't you have done this with Rin?
Also, companion piece snippet, just for you:
He’s known he’s self-serving trash since the day that Naruto practically had to kidnap him to get him into [ramen stand]. The boy had conffessed, between gluttonious slurps of pork miso that he was worried; Sakura-chan was avoiding them, he only ever saw her on missions anymore, even Sai had noticed.
And Kakashi, instead of nodding wisely and telling Naruto that he was being foolish, Sakura wasn’t avoiding him, instead of gently urging Sakura to spend less time with (-hands running down his back, nails scraping over the heavy material of his vest, arching urgently against-) him, he tilted his head and said, “Well Naruto, Sakura does have her own life. You can’t expect her to simply be available whenever you want her.”
"But-" Naruto looked confused. "I'm part of her life! Why isn't she ever around anymore? Do you think something's wrong?"
Kakashi smiled behind his mask, private, possessive. "Of course not. She's simply been a busy girl lately."
"But she's okay, right?" Naruto pressed, mumbling through the noodles hanging out of his mouth. "Nothing's, yunno, wrong with her?"
Sakura was currently jumping from A-class mission to A-class mission, filling up the scant space between them with shifts at the hospital, while the cracks around the time her duty required of her were greedily consumed by her former teacher, who'd somehow convinced her that he was worth wasting her youth on.
"Sakura's fine, Naruto."
Kakashi had lost track of the people he had killed, had learned how to sleep perfectly well with blood under his fingernails. It shouldn't be surprising that he could lie to former student without a qualm.
Naruto grinned, "That's fantastic."
And Kakashi did feel the sharp bite of guilt at the way Naruto's face softened in relief. It was the same expression Sakura had worn, looking up at him while he promised her that everything would return to normal when minutes ago Naruto and Sasuke had almost killed her.
Selfish bastard, he told himself, and wandered into Sakura's bedroom fourty minutes after her shift was over, ten minutes after she walked in the door, and three minutes after she'd tossed her medic uniform over her dressed\r and collapsed face down onto the bed.
Re: I'd Rather Be A Bitch Than Another Broken Heart.
Right, but it's a cover-up of the deeper hurt and not entirely related to the people she should be pissed at. Ish? I don't know if that makes sense.
If you look at them in Shipuuden, I'm pretty sure Sakura's up to his chin. I think of her as smaller because I like the height difference and because I love the contradiction of the short, slender girl who can punch through rock.
I like the implication of the contradiction in Sakura's character, but in terms of the sexy I suppose we have a difference in opinion. Mostly because I've been "short girl with tall boyfriend" (over a foot of difference in height) and some things were, ah, awkward.
An asshole I'm no longer friends with also made comments about my not having to go very far for, shall we say, "certain activities," which was massively embarrassing and doesn't help my opinion.
Yet awesome. And now I want to write the fic where Kakashi is talking to Obito in his dreams, and Obito's like, 'you know, seeing nothing but violence and death and blood was bad, but somehow suddenly having to watch explicit porn is worse. Couldn't you have done this with Rin?
Well, of course. Kakashi is kind of the definition of awesome.
Oh man, I want to see that fic now. Part of me thinks, "poor Obito," and part of me thinks "well thats what you get for being a voyeur, Uchiha pervert." :P
Also, companion piece snippet, just for you:
I <3 YOU. YOU ARE AWESOME.
I'm really, really looking forward to when this is finished. It's a great start.
I laughed at this:
"Of course not. She's simply been a busy girl lately."
Because, well. *Snerk* yeah we all know what you mean by "busy," Kakashi.
Re: I'd Rather Be A Bitch Than Another Broken Heart.
*nods* I get it, don't worry.
I like the implication of the contradiction in Sakura's character, but in terms of the sexy I suppose we have a difference in opinion. Mostly because I've been "short girl with tall boyfriend" (over a foot of difference in height) and some things were, ah, awkward.
Oh, totally. That said, as a 5"8 girl I... don't normally have that problem, and can find the awkwardness cute. Like, I totally want to write a scene when Sakura drags a coffee table across the room, gets up on it and kisses Kakashi.
An asshole I'm no longer friends with also made comments about my not having to go very far for, shall we say, "certain activities," which was massively embarrassing and doesn't help my opinion.
Fuck him.
Because, well. *Snerk* yeah we all know what you mean by "busy," Kakashi.
Yes we do.