I has treats
Although I'm sad to say it's not of the smut-ilicous variety XD
Okay, so I found this old drabble while cleaning out my notebooks and decided to dust it off and share.
Title: Stronger
Word count: 2027 (yeah and I call it a drabble)
Rating: T
summary: "You're stronger than you give yourself credit for."
You can read it under the cut or on FFN.
"You're stronger than you give yourself credit for."
The first time Sakura said that to Kakashi was after he had woken from a Sharingan induced coma - at four days ahead of his estimated recovery time. He could recall the time spent in the hospital because while Sakura could be just as temperamental as Tsunade, she also treated him very well. She peeled fruit for him and brought him his porn (although he argued it was in fact a well written, fine piece of literature). She also kept away nosey interns and touchy nurses that were just waiting for the tiniest peek of him, body or face, so they would have a story to swap. Sakura understood that a man had pride and dignity and more importantly she knew that he treasured his privacy.
The second time had been after she broke his arm with a chakra laden strike during training. He didn't let on how much it hurt and he even kept up his end of the sparring match. He lost eventually, in part because of the injury, and received quite an earful from the kunoichi once she stopped celebrating her victory and realized what he had done.
She went on and on, lecturing him on all of the problems that could occur if a broken bone wasn't treated properly - and not just for him but for her as well. He had simply sighed and asked her to take care of him. She teased him at first, and even threatened that she should drag him to the hospital and make him suffer. But she relented and they sat in the middle of the torn grounds, her hands aglow with medical chakra. While healing she admitted she was impressed that he had forgone the pain and continued to fight, then she said those words to him. He brushed it off and commented that in a real battle scenario it was instinct to push pain to the back.
He winced when she pushed on his arm and she couldn't help but giggle and tack on that he could be such a baby. Once she fixed the break she kissed his forearm, surprising him.
She smiled at him. "All better!"
She had caught him off guard and all he could do was stare at her; her dirty face with bright eyes and her perfectly pink lips. Her roseate locks were pulled back but some stubborn strands had fallen and brushed against her cheeks and forehead and his fingers itched to brush them aside.
When he didn't say anything she just laughed and asked if he wanted a lollipop too. Her questions snapped him out of his daze and he replied that yes, he would like one very much. So she reached into her back pouch and produced a strawberry lollipop. He learned, as he walked her home, that she often kept extra candy on her for the younger patients. She waved good bye and Kakashi took the long way home, in solitude, so he could enjoy the strawberry flavored treat. Perhaps that was when he started to see her in a new light.
The next time was after a particularly nasty mission. Kakashi rarely ever gave in to the temptation of alcohol, well at least to the point of getting blind stinking drunk, but that night he did. Sakura had originally gone to the pub at Ino's request, a girl's night out since the two were rarely in the village together anymore. Yet the planned girl's night was a bust as her blonde bombshell of a friend hooked up and left her on her own. Sakura's plan was to finish her drink and then go home. There were better things to do than sit in a smoky bar, like finish that drama she started over a year ago or brush up on her medical studies.
She had finished her drink and not wanting to be impolite, she took the glass to the bar. That's when she spotted her former sensei and the empty glasses spread out before him. She'd have been lying if she said she wasn't concerned. So she went over and sat next to him, ordered a round, and talked to him. It took some mindless jibber and a little poking, but to her surprise he did open up to her - just a little. She figured the liquor loosened his lips, but she was grateful that any piece of his armor came away. Drunk or not, she knew the Copy nin wouldn't have talked to her at all if he didn't trust her. She listened intently to what little he would divulge to her and she didn't try to make him feel better by offering cliché sayings, like how everything happened for a reason. She just listened. Even in his inebriated state he was thankful.
She put her arm over his shoulder in a friendly way to offer some sort of comfort. "You're stronger than you give yourself credit for."
They toasted to it and drank.
It wasn't long after that when Sakura lost someone close to her, a person that encouraged her in all her dreams and endeavors: her mother. Co-workers, acquaintances, and friends joined her side the day that they laid her to rest. As the funeral ended and time passed, the guests thinned out. Slowly, even her closest friends went their own way, parting with a hug or words of comfort. Naruto had been the last to leave and she practically had to kick him out of her apartment. She needed some time to herself, although once she had it she felt suffocated. Silence weighed heavy on her and the walls of her room seemed to close in on her. She quickly changed clothes and headed out only to walk aimlessly around the village.
It wasn't until hours later that she found herself near the cenotaph. Her father had been killed in action when she was young. Even though she knew he would not be able to answer her, she wanted to make sure he welcomed his beloved wife with open arms. She was sure their reunion was a happy one. As she approached, she paused as she saw Kakashi there. She didn't want to disturb him, but she was sure he knew she was there anyway and he confirmed it.
"Hello Sakura."
"Sorry, I didn't meant to-"
"It's alright." He turned to look at her. "How are you doing?"
She took a few steps toward him. "Okay, I guess."
They stood side by side quietly until the events of the day finally caught up to Sakura. She sat down with a heavy sigh and Kakashi watched her from the corner of his eye.
She picked at the grass. "Rumor has it that you come here quite often. Is that true?'
"Do you believe everything you hear?"
"Not always." It was silent between them again for a moment before she poke again. "They must be really important to you."
He noticed that she didn't use past tense when speaking of them like most people did. He lightly nodded. "They are."
She fell back from her sitting position, arms open. The lush grass tickled at her skin as she stared up into the sky. She wasn't sure how much time had passed but she was startled when his voice broke her thoughts. He sat down next to her, close enough for her to hear his soft voice as he retold the events that led to the passing of his young friend and the truth behind his Sharingan.
Sakura's vision blurred, the fluffy clouds illuminated by the moonlight and the twinkling of stars merged as one before she blinked, allowing the tears to spill out and down the side of her face. She wasn't sure if she was crying for him or herself, but she hadn't cried since she heard of her mother's death. It just felt good to let it out.
Kakashi had heard her sniffles. "Sakura?"
She sat up and brought her knees in, wiping her eyes. "You know, you're stronger than you give yourself credit for. I envy you."
"You shouldn't. You're strong enough."
Suddenly she didn't feel as if she was and she broke. Kakashi sat there with her, slightly uncomfortable in the situation, but he gave her what comfort he could as she had done for him. When she had tired herself out from crying she apologized. He simply put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
That was the changing point of their friendship. They gradually spent more time together and he became a guest at her weekly dinners with the other members of the disbanded team Kakashi. They were the only family she had left and it was important for them to spend time together when they could.
This particular weekend Sakura walked Naruto and Sai to the door, thanking them for coming as always & she shook her head at their ever constant bickering. Kakashi stayed and helped her clean up although she protested. He stayed for tea and they indulged in conversation. He liked the way she smiled and brushed the hair from her face. She liked the way he sounded when he chuckled and the way his fingers brushed hers when they both reached for the teapot.
As the hour turned late she walked him to the door, making sure to tell him how much she enjoyed his company. She reached for the door but he stopped her and grabbed her wrist. She looked up at him, her lips parted to say his name only it never came as he tugged his mask down just enough to press his lips to hers.
Sakura was surprised at first, but she quickly accepted it and her eyes fell closed. She kissed back a little forcefully. His hand gripped her hip as he pushed her body against the door with his, his knee pressed between her thighs. His hand smoothed up her left side and over her shoulder and then her neck to twine in her hair. His lips were hot as they trailed over her neck, feather light. She let out a sigh. He felt so good, so so incredibly good. He slanted his mouth over hers again. His tongue slipped in to meet hers for a small moment, she tasted of honey and tea and gods, she was so warm! Her fingers curled in his shirt as she moaned into his mouth and then his reasoning kicked in. It screamed at him to stop, it told him how wrong this was. Then he pulled away completely, his body instantly missing her warmth.
Sakura remained against the door, eyes closed and well aware of the heat in her cheeks and in the pit of her being. Kakashi calmed himself and laughed humorlessly. Te sounds caused her to open her eyes.
"You're right," he offered.
"What? I don't-"
"Sakura, I should leave."
"Wait, you don't have to go."
"Don't tell me that. I'm not as strong as you think I am when I'm with you."
She reached for him. "But that's okay. You don't have to be so strong all the time. Please, stay."
"I can't, Sakura."
He reached under her arm and began pulling the door open which forced her to move. He glanced back at her. "I'm sorry."
She didn't understand and she was feeling so, so … frustrated and she could feel the tears welling up and she hated that another man had reduced her to them. She wanted to be with him and she thought he did too, especially after that mind numbing kiss. So why was he doing this? She didn't want to cry, but she could feel it coming and it angered her.
She shook her head at him. "No you're not."
He tore his gaze from her and squeezed through the door. He sighed heavily as the door closed. The cool night air prickled at his skin. There was a bang on the other side of the door followed by a string of curses.
He hung his head. "Yes, I am Sakura. You have no idea."
*I even did a quick doodle for it which I had to resize due to quality. I warn that my artistic skillz are not with me today.
Okay, so I found this old drabble while cleaning out my notebooks and decided to dust it off and share.
Title: Stronger
Word count: 2027 (yeah and I call it a drabble)
Rating: T
summary: "You're stronger than you give yourself credit for."
You can read it under the cut or on FFN.
"You're stronger than you give yourself credit for."
The first time Sakura said that to Kakashi was after he had woken from a Sharingan induced coma - at four days ahead of his estimated recovery time. He could recall the time spent in the hospital because while Sakura could be just as temperamental as Tsunade, she also treated him very well. She peeled fruit for him and brought him his porn (although he argued it was in fact a well written, fine piece of literature). She also kept away nosey interns and touchy nurses that were just waiting for the tiniest peek of him, body or face, so they would have a story to swap. Sakura understood that a man had pride and dignity and more importantly she knew that he treasured his privacy.
The second time had been after she broke his arm with a chakra laden strike during training. He didn't let on how much it hurt and he even kept up his end of the sparring match. He lost eventually, in part because of the injury, and received quite an earful from the kunoichi once she stopped celebrating her victory and realized what he had done.
She went on and on, lecturing him on all of the problems that could occur if a broken bone wasn't treated properly - and not just for him but for her as well. He had simply sighed and asked her to take care of him. She teased him at first, and even threatened that she should drag him to the hospital and make him suffer. But she relented and they sat in the middle of the torn grounds, her hands aglow with medical chakra. While healing she admitted she was impressed that he had forgone the pain and continued to fight, then she said those words to him. He brushed it off and commented that in a real battle scenario it was instinct to push pain to the back.
He winced when she pushed on his arm and she couldn't help but giggle and tack on that he could be such a baby. Once she fixed the break she kissed his forearm, surprising him.
She smiled at him. "All better!"
She had caught him off guard and all he could do was stare at her; her dirty face with bright eyes and her perfectly pink lips. Her roseate locks were pulled back but some stubborn strands had fallen and brushed against her cheeks and forehead and his fingers itched to brush them aside.
When he didn't say anything she just laughed and asked if he wanted a lollipop too. Her questions snapped him out of his daze and he replied that yes, he would like one very much. So she reached into her back pouch and produced a strawberry lollipop. He learned, as he walked her home, that she often kept extra candy on her for the younger patients. She waved good bye and Kakashi took the long way home, in solitude, so he could enjoy the strawberry flavored treat. Perhaps that was when he started to see her in a new light.
The next time was after a particularly nasty mission. Kakashi rarely ever gave in to the temptation of alcohol, well at least to the point of getting blind stinking drunk, but that night he did. Sakura had originally gone to the pub at Ino's request, a girl's night out since the two were rarely in the village together anymore. Yet the planned girl's night was a bust as her blonde bombshell of a friend hooked up and left her on her own. Sakura's plan was to finish her drink and then go home. There were better things to do than sit in a smoky bar, like finish that drama she started over a year ago or brush up on her medical studies.
She had finished her drink and not wanting to be impolite, she took the glass to the bar. That's when she spotted her former sensei and the empty glasses spread out before him. She'd have been lying if she said she wasn't concerned. So she went over and sat next to him, ordered a round, and talked to him. It took some mindless jibber and a little poking, but to her surprise he did open up to her - just a little. She figured the liquor loosened his lips, but she was grateful that any piece of his armor came away. Drunk or not, she knew the Copy nin wouldn't have talked to her at all if he didn't trust her. She listened intently to what little he would divulge to her and she didn't try to make him feel better by offering cliché sayings, like how everything happened for a reason. She just listened. Even in his inebriated state he was thankful.
She put her arm over his shoulder in a friendly way to offer some sort of comfort. "You're stronger than you give yourself credit for."
They toasted to it and drank.
It wasn't long after that when Sakura lost someone close to her, a person that encouraged her in all her dreams and endeavors: her mother. Co-workers, acquaintances, and friends joined her side the day that they laid her to rest. As the funeral ended and time passed, the guests thinned out. Slowly, even her closest friends went their own way, parting with a hug or words of comfort. Naruto had been the last to leave and she practically had to kick him out of her apartment. She needed some time to herself, although once she had it she felt suffocated. Silence weighed heavy on her and the walls of her room seemed to close in on her. She quickly changed clothes and headed out only to walk aimlessly around the village.
It wasn't until hours later that she found herself near the cenotaph. Her father had been killed in action when she was young. Even though she knew he would not be able to answer her, she wanted to make sure he welcomed his beloved wife with open arms. She was sure their reunion was a happy one. As she approached, she paused as she saw Kakashi there. She didn't want to disturb him, but she was sure he knew she was there anyway and he confirmed it.
"Hello Sakura."
"Sorry, I didn't meant to-"
"It's alright." He turned to look at her. "How are you doing?"
She took a few steps toward him. "Okay, I guess."
They stood side by side quietly until the events of the day finally caught up to Sakura. She sat down with a heavy sigh and Kakashi watched her from the corner of his eye.
She picked at the grass. "Rumor has it that you come here quite often. Is that true?'
"Do you believe everything you hear?"
"Not always." It was silent between them again for a moment before she poke again. "They must be really important to you."
He noticed that she didn't use past tense when speaking of them like most people did. He lightly nodded. "They are."
She fell back from her sitting position, arms open. The lush grass tickled at her skin as she stared up into the sky. She wasn't sure how much time had passed but she was startled when his voice broke her thoughts. He sat down next to her, close enough for her to hear his soft voice as he retold the events that led to the passing of his young friend and the truth behind his Sharingan.
Sakura's vision blurred, the fluffy clouds illuminated by the moonlight and the twinkling of stars merged as one before she blinked, allowing the tears to spill out and down the side of her face. She wasn't sure if she was crying for him or herself, but she hadn't cried since she heard of her mother's death. It just felt good to let it out.
Kakashi had heard her sniffles. "Sakura?"
She sat up and brought her knees in, wiping her eyes. "You know, you're stronger than you give yourself credit for. I envy you."
"You shouldn't. You're strong enough."
Suddenly she didn't feel as if she was and she broke. Kakashi sat there with her, slightly uncomfortable in the situation, but he gave her what comfort he could as she had done for him. When she had tired herself out from crying she apologized. He simply put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
That was the changing point of their friendship. They gradually spent more time together and he became a guest at her weekly dinners with the other members of the disbanded team Kakashi. They were the only family she had left and it was important for them to spend time together when they could.
This particular weekend Sakura walked Naruto and Sai to the door, thanking them for coming as always & she shook her head at their ever constant bickering. Kakashi stayed and helped her clean up although she protested. He stayed for tea and they indulged in conversation. He liked the way she smiled and brushed the hair from her face. She liked the way he sounded when he chuckled and the way his fingers brushed hers when they both reached for the teapot.
As the hour turned late she walked him to the door, making sure to tell him how much she enjoyed his company. She reached for the door but he stopped her and grabbed her wrist. She looked up at him, her lips parted to say his name only it never came as he tugged his mask down just enough to press his lips to hers.
Sakura was surprised at first, but she quickly accepted it and her eyes fell closed. She kissed back a little forcefully. His hand gripped her hip as he pushed her body against the door with his, his knee pressed between her thighs. His hand smoothed up her left side and over her shoulder and then her neck to twine in her hair. His lips were hot as they trailed over her neck, feather light. She let out a sigh. He felt so good, so so incredibly good. He slanted his mouth over hers again. His tongue slipped in to meet hers for a small moment, she tasted of honey and tea and gods, she was so warm! Her fingers curled in his shirt as she moaned into his mouth and then his reasoning kicked in. It screamed at him to stop, it told him how wrong this was. Then he pulled away completely, his body instantly missing her warmth.
Sakura remained against the door, eyes closed and well aware of the heat in her cheeks and in the pit of her being. Kakashi calmed himself and laughed humorlessly. Te sounds caused her to open her eyes.
"You're right," he offered.
"What? I don't-"
"Sakura, I should leave."
"Wait, you don't have to go."
"Don't tell me that. I'm not as strong as you think I am when I'm with you."
She reached for him. "But that's okay. You don't have to be so strong all the time. Please, stay."
"I can't, Sakura."
He reached under her arm and began pulling the door open which forced her to move. He glanced back at her. "I'm sorry."
She didn't understand and she was feeling so, so … frustrated and she could feel the tears welling up and she hated that another man had reduced her to them. She wanted to be with him and she thought he did too, especially after that mind numbing kiss. So why was he doing this? She didn't want to cry, but she could feel it coming and it angered her.
She shook her head at him. "No you're not."
He tore his gaze from her and squeezed through the door. He sighed heavily as the door closed. The cool night air prickled at his skin. There was a bang on the other side of the door followed by a string of curses.
He hung his head. "Yes, I am Sakura. You have no idea."
*I even did a quick doodle for it which I had to resize due to quality. I warn that my artistic skillz are not with me today.