It all started with that dream...
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Adult ++
Chapters:
22
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143
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The Morning After
Standard Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Sadly.
A/N: grr how do you format these stuff? can't Bold-en, Italic-ize or whathaveyous... (Update 02.03.2005: Obv, I've figured it out now!;p *lol*) Anyway,
'.......' = thoughts
"......" = speech
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The bathroom was still steamy as Sakura stood before the mirror, studying her foggy reflection. The longer she stood, more of her reflection was revealed as the moisture condensed to rivulets of water streaking down the long length of glass. Her complexion was pale save for the rosy tint along her cheeks, rendered by the masterful fingers of the dissipating steam. Her body had the smooth, ripe curves she had always silently wished for and was gifted with by her 18th birthday. Her hair hung in graceful waves along her back. Reaching just short of her waist, she fingered a wet strand of pink hair that had fallen over her shoulder. Despite all the obvious feminine physical attributes she was blessed with, she had never truly thought of herself as a woman. Not the way she felt like in her dream… Last night’s dream again drifted into her morning musings from where she had pushed it to at the back of her mind for the millionth time that morning. Again she blushed. It was somehow even more embarrassing in the clarity of daylight! Perhaps she never really felt any older than the girl she once was because she had never really changed in the past six years. Perhaps everyone had remained the same.
She mused. They were all jounins now, of equal rank to their former sensei. Yet, she still saw Team 7 fairly often. Every month or so, they all met up to do a mission together. Maybe it was sentimentality on their parts or maybe it was because each never felt as comfortable with others as they did with each other, but either way they were perfectly content to continue this ritual of theirs. ‘Even Sasuke,’ she mused. She smiled wryly at the thought of Sasuke. Perhaps she never really felt any older because she still had the same feelings she had for him back then. Though he continued to turn her down each time she asked him out, she never failed to do so again the next day. Hope is a funny thing. Or maybe it was habit. She thought of her dream…She had felt an intense emotional connection with him, more than just physical satisfaction. Her feelings for Sasuke thus far had never been quite as strong as that. Was that just infatuation then? She frowned. She loved Sasuke right? ‘But last night was different…That was really love…’ She was jolted from further thought as she caught sight of the reflection of the clock hanging on the wall behind her. “Kuso!” Today was the ‘Team 7 mission’ day of the month and she had less than half an hour to get ready!
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Sasuke sipped his tea slowly before placing the cup on the table in front of him. Again his thoughts drifted to the dream he had last night. He had been embarrassed when he woke up but he had been able to put that feeling aside as he puzzled over it in the early hours of the morning. Why did he have that dream? ‘Sakura??,’ he thought. He admitted that she was indeed more special than any other girl he knew. They had become more comfortable with each other since their days as teammates. The team had understood each other. ‘Still…,’ he considered. Besides being the only girl he really knew, wasn’t she just another fan-girl? Another person obsessed with the superficialities of the world, intent on claiming him as her prize? She always asked him for a date and he always said no but if he thought about it, it felt like it had become more of a light-hearted request of late. Almost like a conversation. Just a piece of conversation…
He should be happy…right? Then why was he feeling at all reluctant at the idea, even if a little? He shook his head, leaning forward on the kitchen table, placing his chin in his clasped hands. He was confused. He thought about his ambitions in life. First and foremost, he had to kill his damn brother. But after that…did he not want to restore the clan? He couldn’t imagine anyone else but Sakura by his side. His ability to love may have been sacrificed by the hate he felt for Itachi but she was so devoted to him, she wouldn’t care right? There would be no questions. She would love him, have his children and they would live content. Married. And if their sex life was anything like last night… 'She will definitely be satisfied.’ He smirked, getting up from the table. He had to get going. It was time to meet the others at the bridge soon. Seeing Sakura would probably help clear up his mind…
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Kakashi groaned, resting his arms on the sink. He splashed some cold water on his face, studying his reflection. His features looked the same as always. Youthful, chiseled. He didn’t look a day over 24! Yet, he felt ancient. He was a grown man. He’d seen a lot in his life but he knew he wasn’t as old as he felt. Still, he couldn’t shake off the feeling. It was probably his conscience having a great time making him feel guilty. He scowled. Yes, it probably was his conscience. Still, it wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t control his dreams! He blushed slightly. Sakura had looked beautiful. And her body…She was definitely all 18 years of her age. His blush deepened. He tried to shake the guilt away. He sighed before giving a rueful smile. It was bound to happen, what with all the Icha Icha Paradise he faithfully devoured. ‘But Sakura?,’ he wondered. When had thoughts of that nature arisen regarding his former student? She may have grown into a beautiful young woman, earning a fan club that rivaled even Sasuke’s, but he still thought of her as his 12 year old student didn’t he? Those six years had always seemed to hang in a sort of limbo. When had he ever felt anything else?? Yup, he was definitely feeling the guilt…
And if he was honest, it wasn’t as much the fault of their age gap. She was 18, she could make her own decisions. She wasn’t even his student anymore. Logically, there was nothing wrong with them getting involved. He sighed. He felt guilty because he had quite enjoyed the dream. It was certainly very pleasurable… Unfortunately, he recognized another feeling besides physical attraction. The warm and fuzzy kind. He had felt complete in the dream. He had told her he loved her… ‘Love her??’ That was impossible, wasn’t it? She was his ex-student! But he could admit to himself that he did care for her quite a lot… More than just friendly feelings or those typical between a teacher and his student, he realized now. While he wasn’t sure it was love exactly, it might well develop into love. “She’s special…,” he whispered. ‘But love? Getting involved? What am I thinking?!’ He groaned again. That dream left him completely confused. And today, of all days, had to be the day they met up for a group mission. A reunion of sorts. ‘She’ll be there,’ he thought. Normally, he looked forward to these missions. Today, he felt like he never wanted to set foot outside his house again. And he had five minutes left to get there. Great. He groaned.
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A/N: Well, it was getting too late so I think I might just leave it at their private musings for now. Next chp will be when they all meet up. Pls R&R:)
A/N: grr how do you format these stuff? can't Bold-en, Italic-ize or whathaveyous... (Update 02.03.2005: Obv, I've figured it out now!;p *lol*) Anyway,
'.......' = thoughts
"......" = speech
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The bathroom was still steamy as Sakura stood before the mirror, studying her foggy reflection. The longer she stood, more of her reflection was revealed as the moisture condensed to rivulets of water streaking down the long length of glass. Her complexion was pale save for the rosy tint along her cheeks, rendered by the masterful fingers of the dissipating steam. Her body had the smooth, ripe curves she had always silently wished for and was gifted with by her 18th birthday. Her hair hung in graceful waves along her back. Reaching just short of her waist, she fingered a wet strand of pink hair that had fallen over her shoulder. Despite all the obvious feminine physical attributes she was blessed with, she had never truly thought of herself as a woman. Not the way she felt like in her dream… Last night’s dream again drifted into her morning musings from where she had pushed it to at the back of her mind for the millionth time that morning. Again she blushed. It was somehow even more embarrassing in the clarity of daylight! Perhaps she never really felt any older than the girl she once was because she had never really changed in the past six years. Perhaps everyone had remained the same.
She mused. They were all jounins now, of equal rank to their former sensei. Yet, she still saw Team 7 fairly often. Every month or so, they all met up to do a mission together. Maybe it was sentimentality on their parts or maybe it was because each never felt as comfortable with others as they did with each other, but either way they were perfectly content to continue this ritual of theirs. ‘Even Sasuke,’ she mused. She smiled wryly at the thought of Sasuke. Perhaps she never really felt any older because she still had the same feelings she had for him back then. Though he continued to turn her down each time she asked him out, she never failed to do so again the next day. Hope is a funny thing. Or maybe it was habit. She thought of her dream…She had felt an intense emotional connection with him, more than just physical satisfaction. Her feelings for Sasuke thus far had never been quite as strong as that. Was that just infatuation then? She frowned. She loved Sasuke right? ‘But last night was different…That was really love…’ She was jolted from further thought as she caught sight of the reflection of the clock hanging on the wall behind her. “Kuso!” Today was the ‘Team 7 mission’ day of the month and she had less than half an hour to get ready!
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Sasuke sipped his tea slowly before placing the cup on the table in front of him. Again his thoughts drifted to the dream he had last night. He had been embarrassed when he woke up but he had been able to put that feeling aside as he puzzled over it in the early hours of the morning. Why did he have that dream? ‘Sakura??,’ he thought. He admitted that she was indeed more special than any other girl he knew. They had become more comfortable with each other since their days as teammates. The team had understood each other. ‘Still…,’ he considered. Besides being the only girl he really knew, wasn’t she just another fan-girl? Another person obsessed with the superficialities of the world, intent on claiming him as her prize? She always asked him for a date and he always said no but if he thought about it, it felt like it had become more of a light-hearted request of late. Almost like a conversation. Just a piece of conversation…
He should be happy…right? Then why was he feeling at all reluctant at the idea, even if a little? He shook his head, leaning forward on the kitchen table, placing his chin in his clasped hands. He was confused. He thought about his ambitions in life. First and foremost, he had to kill his damn brother. But after that…did he not want to restore the clan? He couldn’t imagine anyone else but Sakura by his side. His ability to love may have been sacrificed by the hate he felt for Itachi but she was so devoted to him, she wouldn’t care right? There would be no questions. She would love him, have his children and they would live content. Married. And if their sex life was anything like last night… 'She will definitely be satisfied.’ He smirked, getting up from the table. He had to get going. It was time to meet the others at the bridge soon. Seeing Sakura would probably help clear up his mind…
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Kakashi groaned, resting his arms on the sink. He splashed some cold water on his face, studying his reflection. His features looked the same as always. Youthful, chiseled. He didn’t look a day over 24! Yet, he felt ancient. He was a grown man. He’d seen a lot in his life but he knew he wasn’t as old as he felt. Still, he couldn’t shake off the feeling. It was probably his conscience having a great time making him feel guilty. He scowled. Yes, it probably was his conscience. Still, it wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t control his dreams! He blushed slightly. Sakura had looked beautiful. And her body…She was definitely all 18 years of her age. His blush deepened. He tried to shake the guilt away. He sighed before giving a rueful smile. It was bound to happen, what with all the Icha Icha Paradise he faithfully devoured. ‘But Sakura?,’ he wondered. When had thoughts of that nature arisen regarding his former student? She may have grown into a beautiful young woman, earning a fan club that rivaled even Sasuke’s, but he still thought of her as his 12 year old student didn’t he? Those six years had always seemed to hang in a sort of limbo. When had he ever felt anything else?? Yup, he was definitely feeling the guilt…
And if he was honest, it wasn’t as much the fault of their age gap. She was 18, she could make her own decisions. She wasn’t even his student anymore. Logically, there was nothing wrong with them getting involved. He sighed. He felt guilty because he had quite enjoyed the dream. It was certainly very pleasurable… Unfortunately, he recognized another feeling besides physical attraction. The warm and fuzzy kind. He had felt complete in the dream. He had told her he loved her… ‘Love her??’ That was impossible, wasn’t it? She was his ex-student! But he could admit to himself that he did care for her quite a lot… More than just friendly feelings or those typical between a teacher and his student, he realized now. While he wasn’t sure it was love exactly, it might well develop into love. “She’s special…,” he whispered. ‘But love? Getting involved? What am I thinking?!’ He groaned again. That dream left him completely confused. And today, of all days, had to be the day they met up for a group mission. A reunion of sorts. ‘She’ll be there,’ he thought. Normally, he looked forward to these missions. Today, he felt like he never wanted to set foot outside his house again. And he had five minutes left to get there. Great. He groaned.
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A/N: Well, it was getting too late so I think I might just leave it at their private musings for now. Next chp will be when they all meet up. Pls R&R:)