Virgin
My first drabble! This goes to catssyclaws for helping me brainstorm all the time!
Title: Virgin
Anime: Naruto
Pairing: Kakashi/Sakura
Rating: PG-13?
Kakashi banged his head on the wooden counter, a drink in one hand and a crumbled piece of paper in the other. How the hell did things get like this? Yesterday, he was having an all-out brawl with ANBU rookies, when nothing screamed masculinity better than a pair of bloody fists. And today...today, he was slipped another guy’s phone number into his hand on the way to the bar. On a hot pink sticky note, no less. He shuddered at the lecherous smirk he also managed to catch.
Kakashi swallowed his nerves along with a sip of his beer. He supposed it was his own damn fault for getting in this mess. He knew his aloof and sarcastic personality may tend to get on some nerves and irritate one or two of his teammates, but it was only a tid bit. He didn’t think anyone should take it seriously. He paused in his thoughts.
Scratch that. It wasn’t his own damn fault. He knew it was precisely her fault. Nobody took his humor seriously, but if there was one person to turn it into her own advantage that morning, it’d be his own student. It was from Sakura’s little joke that the public populace had come to assume he had yet to have his first experience in sex. He didn’t have to ponder too long on how gullible his comrades could be to believe he was a 34-year-old virgin, primarily since it was also Sakura’s fault that the rumor had evolved from “he’s a virgin” to “he must be a virgin because he hasn’t come out of the closet yet.”
Kakashi took another long swig of his beer. From the corner of his eye, he could see Anko slide into the seat beside him, her hold on her drink not so steady as it tempted to spill from the glass. He peered at her with his lone eye, hardly as eager to chat as she was. She raised the glass to her lips and winked.
“So...are you pitcher or catcher?”
Kakashi sighed. Sakura shall be punished.
Title: Virgin
Anime: Naruto
Pairing: Kakashi/Sakura
Rating: PG-13?
Kakashi banged his head on the wooden counter, a drink in one hand and a crumbled piece of paper in the other. How the hell did things get like this? Yesterday, he was having an all-out brawl with ANBU rookies, when nothing screamed masculinity better than a pair of bloody fists. And today...today, he was slipped another guy’s phone number into his hand on the way to the bar. On a hot pink sticky note, no less. He shuddered at the lecherous smirk he also managed to catch.
Kakashi swallowed his nerves along with a sip of his beer. He supposed it was his own damn fault for getting in this mess. He knew his aloof and sarcastic personality may tend to get on some nerves and irritate one or two of his teammates, but it was only a tid bit. He didn’t think anyone should take it seriously. He paused in his thoughts.
Scratch that. It wasn’t his own damn fault. He knew it was precisely her fault. Nobody took his humor seriously, but if there was one person to turn it into her own advantage that morning, it’d be his own student. It was from Sakura’s little joke that the public populace had come to assume he had yet to have his first experience in sex. He didn’t have to ponder too long on how gullible his comrades could be to believe he was a 34-year-old virgin, primarily since it was also Sakura’s fault that the rumor had evolved from “he’s a virgin” to “he must be a virgin because he hasn’t come out of the closet yet.”
Kakashi took another long swig of his beer. From the corner of his eye, he could see Anko slide into the seat beside him, her hold on her drink not so steady as it tempted to spill from the glass. He peered at her with his lone eye, hardly as eager to chat as she was. She raised the glass to her lips and winked.
“So...are you pitcher or catcher?”
Kakashi sighed. Sakura shall be punished.