What the New Year Brings

Note: THANK you to everyone who reviewed so far and special thanks to those who asked me to continue this story: Goddess Psyche, katybug1357, azundrumergrl, Southern Rose, Mateba, honeybeem15, and Zetnnik...You gave me the motivation to change this itty bitty drabble into a real story, so thank you!

Chapter 2-"I Like You."

Two thoughts race through my mind: A) Damn it's cold! and B) What the hell was that about?!

Both A and B wouldn't exist if someone hadn't hit me with a kiss and run. Seriously, who does that anyway?!

I don't know what I'm more pissed off about, the fact that he kissed me like that (in public no less!) without explanation or the fact that he just abandoned me afterwards, leaving me to deal with everyone's reactions and my own thoroughly confused thoughts in the wake of that little stunt of his.

I can still feel my face burning in humiliation from everyone's stares. If they weren't looking back at me in shock, they were snickering pervertedly at my predicament, Naruto being in the former group and Genma being in the latter. You'd think that they'd have been more preoccupied about having just seen the bottom half of someone's face that hasn't seen the light of day since, Oh, I don't know, Ichiraku Ramen when Ayame and her dad got an eyeful? But even with me asking this very question pathetically to the general crowd, Ino's only reply to me was, "Um, Sakura, he pretty much had his back turned on all of us and the except few who did get a side view still couldn't see much because he was holding your face up to his as he sucked yours!" At this point, I just remember burying my face in my hands and running the hell out of there! God, I'm going to kill him, but not before I get some answers first!

My blood is still boiling as I make my way from the party at HQ to Kakashi's apartment and you'd think I'd be anything but freezing right now, but I am! My black peacoat buttoned over my little black cocktail dress is thick, but it still doesn't seem to be keeping the chill out, and it's not long enough to keep the cold wind from whipping around my bare legs or riding up my skirt. The black strappy pumps on my feet aren't keeping me any warmer either!

After finally reaching Kakashi's apartment and climbing up its many stairs, I bang my knuckles hard on his front door and shout at the top of my lungs,

"Hatake Kakashi, you come out here right now!"

I don't care if his neighbors get mad at me! I don't care that people have started calling me "mini-Tsunade" because of my short temper! All I care about is getting my hands around the scrawny little neck of that cyclopic pervert!

I'm still banging on the door and have a mind to just smash it into smitherines when it slowly opens and a benign looking Kakashi looks down at me with a happy eye crease and what had to be a smile behind his mask. Why even bother with a mask at this point when I had just seen his face extremely up close and personal all of 10 minutes ago?!

"Why, Sakura, come back for more?" He asks pleasantly.

"W-What?! NO, you perv! I came to ask you what the hell that was all about!" I yell while swinging an arm out in the general direction from whence I just came.

Kakashi lifts my chin up with his fingertips and with a half-hooded eye sparkling back at me says, "What's not to understand, Sakura-chan? I like you." And in five seconds flat, he's pulled his mask down underneath his chin, thrown me into a dip with one arm around my waist and a hand on the nape of my neck, and has shoved his tongue down my throat...Again! He gives me another five seconds to get my bearings as he sets me back down on my feet before ducking back behind his door and telling me, "Now go on home if you know what's good for you." With that, he softly shuts the door in my face and clicks the lock into place.

As I stare at the smooth surface of Kakashi's now closed door, I can't help but think, "Did he seriously just steal a second kiss and get away with it? What the fuck?!"

To be continued...