Nov 03, 2007 23:56
“You have a date?” Sakura raised her head to see Kakashi leaning over the front of her desk, hands braced far apart on the wooden surface.
“Hm?”
“You have a date.”
“Ah, yeah. With St. Simon.” She went back to checking off the list in front of her.
“St. Simon?” He tapped the file she was marking to focus her attention back to him.
“Chuunin Proctor, brown hair. Iwashi's friend?”
“That describes a lot of chuunin.”
“Hijiri Shimon? Works for Ibiki?”
“Why him?”
“Should I have said yes to Tobitake Tombo?” At his questioning eyebrow raise she added, “Bandages from the top of his head to his nose. Smokes?”
“Did you think that maybe, I'd like to know?” Kakashi's eye narrowed a bit in irritation.
“Why? We had dinner, you asked if I was going to be around. I was. You, however, were not.”
“Mission, Sakura. I had a mission.”
“That you asked for Kakashi. A six month mission that you went to Tsunade-shishou and requested just days after...would you even call it a first date?” Sakura asked pointedly.
“...”
“No comment? You should go. Shimon will be here shortly.”
“He's picking you up at work?”
“Why not? Want him to pick me up at my flat?”
Kakashi glared and pulled at his hitai-ate in frustration. Sakura straightened her desk, stood up, and opened her mouth to verbally push him out the door. There was a knock and she snapped her jaw closed. They looked at each other, knowing who was standing outside.
“Sakura.”
She maneuvered around him to open the door, having decided that he wouldn't say anything else. Her hand touched the handle and it was deja vu. He stood behind her, one hand above her head and the other stopping her from turning the nob.
“I really can't let you do that.” He whispered against her neck.
“You don't get to vote.”
“Sakura? Are you ready?” Shimon asked through the wooden panel.
“Don't you dare.” Sakura growled as his hand tightened.
She twisted her head around to see his eye gleaming devilishly. In a split second Kakashi had tossed her over his shoulder and threw open the door. Gleefully, he looked into the faces of Shimon, Kotetsu, and Iwashi.
“Sorry for the misunderstanding, but this one won't be able to make any dates. She's going to be very busy for a very long time.” He soothingly rubbed circles on her bum as if he needed to point out the obvious.
“I hate you.”
“Don't worry, the boys' understand, don't you?” Kakashi stared at the younger men.
“Sakura, mayb-”
“Are those the black lace panties with the side ties?” Kakashi's hand stilled over one hip while cutting off Shimon. Sakura ground her teeth in defeat.
“...when I am done dying of embarrassment, I'm going to rise from the dead and kick your ass.”
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