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The First Strike
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I know you're just pretending death
There's no window for mistakes
I know you see right through me
There's no promise left to break
-The Birthday Massacre "Video Kid"
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Chapter 2: The First Strike
Sakura squinted through the afterimages people left behind in the smoky dancehall. Going out with Ino had, so far, been a good idea. That is, until the blonde girl had found Genma at the bar and taken him to the alley. 'That girl,' Sakura thought, with equal parts envy and embarrassment. Only Ino could go out for a Hen Party, and take a man in the alleyway. In the end, though, it was fine, as she would always come back to Sakura gloating about poor size or lack of vigor.
By then, Sakura would be half-drunk and swimming in the past. It seemed it was about that point in the evening when Kakashi's face bubbled to the front of her mind, unwilled.
She could remember the first time she had come to Kakashi. He was not her first, but he treated her as a breakable object, nonetheless. Perhaps it had been the circumstances behind their tryst, accidental and full of mourning. He seemed to sense she needed comfort.
It had been at Sasuke's funeral procession when the idea had wedged itself into her brain. Sakura had realized long before that point that Sasuke was nothing more than a sibling or best friend, and she had stopped feeling the familiar sting of heartbreak and tug of longing. The rites had begun at the long-abandoned Uchiha Clan compound. The taller man had stood by her as she lit incense and walked the grounds to placate the spirits and make the Avenger's journey peaceful. He had murmured prayers along with her, when she walked in the main house and sprinkled clear, blessed water over the thresholds of each room, putting the memories of the tragedy at ease. At Itachi's old room, she sprinkled salt beneath each window, disallowing his spirit access to wreak havoc.
Sakura forced herself to ignore the burn marks over the family painting in the main room, and ignored the ANBU mask still tied around the bedpost in Itachi's. She almost lost it when she and Kakashi walked into Sasuke's parents' room and the bloodstains were still present. These things would come to haunt her dreams, but perhaps the most haunting, beyond the dust and cobwebs, was Sasuke's own room.
They paused at the closed screen. Sakura lifted her eyes to Kakashi, and he nodded in response, placing a large hand upon her shoulder. She felt the heat rising on her face, and her pulse quickened, but she simply passed it off as nervousness. Raising a shaky hand, Sakura pushed the rice screen slowly open. She gasped as Sasuke's scent invaded her nose, as familiar and fresh as if he were standing right before her. The first impression she had of Sasuke's room was that it was surprisingly clean for not having been touched in five years. She voiced this aloud to Kakashi, and felt him nod in response. He had already come to the same realization. Dust had not coated his armoire, and no cobwebs decorated his ceilings.
"Kakashi?" She asked, hoping her conclusion was wrong. "Why does it look like-"
"He regularly visited?" They made eye contact, and she could see the shadow his lips made as they pursed. "He did. There are fresh seals on the windows, no more than a month old." He entered more fully and gingerly stepped over a tripwire that had been strategically placed between the bed and armoire.
Upon the course of their inspection, they discovered the depth of the last Uchiha's insanity in his travel journal. In code only the members of Team Seven would be able to decipher, he discussed at length his plans with Orochimaru, his comprehension of the Snake Sannin's ultimate plan, and his feeling of betrayal as Uchiha Madara entered his life. He had not forgiven his brother, instead hating him more for being a "council dog" and turning against his clan. It seemed he followed Madara's ideals, and, in the last entry, laid out his plan for the end of Konohagakure, the village that had sheltered him and given him refuge in his darkest hours.
A sob bubbled in Sakura's throat as he openly apologized for his future actions against his former teammates, while simultaneously remarking, "If you cannot end your useless pursuit, I will not hesitate to kill you."
Kakashi's warm hand held hers gingerly as she re-read the notation in the margin for her, shaking like a leaf.
"Sakura, kill me when you have the chance. I will only give you one." Moreover, he had. Even then, Kakashi had saved her, as she had allowed her familial ties to cloud her judgment.
After allowing herself time to calm down, they exited the room, then the house, with a bundle of sage and thyme burning, to begin the procession. Each step was more painful than the last, and she felt the sting of finality every time her feet met the ground beneath her zori. Naruto had been shaking, despite being in the middle of Hi No Kuni's spring season. He had yet to learn of the journal containing a personal note to him as well as Sasuke's last will and testament.
As they walked toward the clan cemetery, Kakashi's sleeve brushed Sakura's own, and a blush erupted over her cheeks. He must have noticed, but assumed it had been the emotion of the ceremony, because he had wrapped a strong hand over her own delicate one, yet again.
Later that evening, Naruto had suggested they go to Sasuke's favorite bar, and drink to the good times. Team 7 would be whole for the last time, he had said. Sakura and Kakashi couldn't say no to that. How do you tell a bijuu who has just lost his brother that you would rather wallow in your own sorrow, thinking and re-thinking about his ghostly, portentous words?
Kakashi must have thought her unstable when they parted for the evening, because he had walked her home with a wary arm around her. When they had made it to her second-story flat, he had been stuck in an awkward goodbye. To save him the embarrassment of being tongue-tied (and because he just looked so damned adorable), she put both hands on his shoulders, looked him straight in the eye, and planted a shy kiss on his masked lips.
Shock flashed through his grey eye, and, as she stepped back, ready to turn and enter her apartment, she caught a glimpse of something more. Sakura shrugged it off mentally, and began to turn anyway, when she felt his hand circle her wrist. She let him turn her around and tried not to moan with excitement as he trapped her against her own door.
"Are you sure you want this?" He had asked her. He was always one step ahead of her, she realized, and he had probably known all night it would come to this. Before she even had a chance to answer, he had tucked his mask below his chin and kissed her again.
"Sakura? Sakura! EARTH TO HARUNO!" Ino's voice broke through her thoughts. Annoyed, Sakura snatched Ino's hand from in front of her face.
"So…" Sakura began after sipping her sake, "How's Genma?"
"A lot like my virginity; short-lived and disappointing."
I know you're just pretending death
There's no window for mistakes
I know you see right through me
There's no promise left to break
-The Birthday Massacre "Video Kid"
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Chapter 2: The First Strike
Sakura squinted through the afterimages people left behind in the smoky dancehall. Going out with Ino had, so far, been a good idea. That is, until the blonde girl had found Genma at the bar and taken him to the alley. 'That girl,' Sakura thought, with equal parts envy and embarrassment. Only Ino could go out for a Hen Party, and take a man in the alleyway. In the end, though, it was fine, as she would always come back to Sakura gloating about poor size or lack of vigor.
By then, Sakura would be half-drunk and swimming in the past. It seemed it was about that point in the evening when Kakashi's face bubbled to the front of her mind, unwilled.
She could remember the first time she had come to Kakashi. He was not her first, but he treated her as a breakable object, nonetheless. Perhaps it had been the circumstances behind their tryst, accidental and full of mourning. He seemed to sense she needed comfort.
It had been at Sasuke's funeral procession when the idea had wedged itself into her brain. Sakura had realized long before that point that Sasuke was nothing more than a sibling or best friend, and she had stopped feeling the familiar sting of heartbreak and tug of longing. The rites had begun at the long-abandoned Uchiha Clan compound. The taller man had stood by her as she lit incense and walked the grounds to placate the spirits and make the Avenger's journey peaceful. He had murmured prayers along with her, when she walked in the main house and sprinkled clear, blessed water over the thresholds of each room, putting the memories of the tragedy at ease. At Itachi's old room, she sprinkled salt beneath each window, disallowing his spirit access to wreak havoc.
Sakura forced herself to ignore the burn marks over the family painting in the main room, and ignored the ANBU mask still tied around the bedpost in Itachi's. She almost lost it when she and Kakashi walked into Sasuke's parents' room and the bloodstains were still present. These things would come to haunt her dreams, but perhaps the most haunting, beyond the dust and cobwebs, was Sasuke's own room.
They paused at the closed screen. Sakura lifted her eyes to Kakashi, and he nodded in response, placing a large hand upon her shoulder. She felt the heat rising on her face, and her pulse quickened, but she simply passed it off as nervousness. Raising a shaky hand, Sakura pushed the rice screen slowly open. She gasped as Sasuke's scent invaded her nose, as familiar and fresh as if he were standing right before her. The first impression she had of Sasuke's room was that it was surprisingly clean for not having been touched in five years. She voiced this aloud to Kakashi, and felt him nod in response. He had already come to the same realization. Dust had not coated his armoire, and no cobwebs decorated his ceilings.
"Kakashi?" She asked, hoping her conclusion was wrong. "Why does it look like-"
"He regularly visited?" They made eye contact, and she could see the shadow his lips made as they pursed. "He did. There are fresh seals on the windows, no more than a month old." He entered more fully and gingerly stepped over a tripwire that had been strategically placed between the bed and armoire.
Upon the course of their inspection, they discovered the depth of the last Uchiha's insanity in his travel journal. In code only the members of Team Seven would be able to decipher, he discussed at length his plans with Orochimaru, his comprehension of the Snake Sannin's ultimate plan, and his feeling of betrayal as Uchiha Madara entered his life. He had not forgiven his brother, instead hating him more for being a "council dog" and turning against his clan. It seemed he followed Madara's ideals, and, in the last entry, laid out his plan for the end of Konohagakure, the village that had sheltered him and given him refuge in his darkest hours.
A sob bubbled in Sakura's throat as he openly apologized for his future actions against his former teammates, while simultaneously remarking, "If you cannot end your useless pursuit, I will not hesitate to kill you."
Kakashi's warm hand held hers gingerly as she re-read the notation in the margin for her, shaking like a leaf.
"Sakura, kill me when you have the chance. I will only give you one." Moreover, he had. Even then, Kakashi had saved her, as she had allowed her familial ties to cloud her judgment.
After allowing herself time to calm down, they exited the room, then the house, with a bundle of sage and thyme burning, to begin the procession. Each step was more painful than the last, and she felt the sting of finality every time her feet met the ground beneath her zori. Naruto had been shaking, despite being in the middle of Hi No Kuni's spring season. He had yet to learn of the journal containing a personal note to him as well as Sasuke's last will and testament.
As they walked toward the clan cemetery, Kakashi's sleeve brushed Sakura's own, and a blush erupted over her cheeks. He must have noticed, but assumed it had been the emotion of the ceremony, because he had wrapped a strong hand over her own delicate one, yet again.
Later that evening, Naruto had suggested they go to Sasuke's favorite bar, and drink to the good times. Team 7 would be whole for the last time, he had said. Sakura and Kakashi couldn't say no to that. How do you tell a bijuu who has just lost his brother that you would rather wallow in your own sorrow, thinking and re-thinking about his ghostly, portentous words?
Kakashi must have thought her unstable when they parted for the evening, because he had walked her home with a wary arm around her. When they had made it to her second-story flat, he had been stuck in an awkward goodbye. To save him the embarrassment of being tongue-tied (and because he just looked so damned adorable), she put both hands on his shoulders, looked him straight in the eye, and planted a shy kiss on his masked lips.
Shock flashed through his grey eye, and, as she stepped back, ready to turn and enter her apartment, she caught a glimpse of something more. Sakura shrugged it off mentally, and began to turn anyway, when she felt his hand circle her wrist. She let him turn her around and tried not to moan with excitement as he trapped her against her own door.
"Are you sure you want this?" He had asked her. He was always one step ahead of her, she realized, and he had probably known all night it would come to this. Before she even had a chance to answer, he had tucked his mask below his chin and kissed her again.
"Sakura? Sakura! EARTH TO HARUNO!" Ino's voice broke through her thoughts. Annoyed, Sakura snatched Ino's hand from in front of her face.
"So…" Sakura began after sipping her sake, "How's Genma?"
"A lot like my virginity; short-lived and disappointing."