What the New Year Brings

Note: THANK YOU to everyone who's left kind and encouraging reviews. I always appreciate them!

For those who've asked, yes, I'm pretty sure that the rating of this story will switch from T to M at some point because even when I don't intend it to, it happens anyway. However, since I've now decided to write about how the entire year turns out for Sakura, there's probably going to be a lot of build up before this story gets to that point. I know a lot of you love my lemons, but for now it's going to be a lot of fluff and humor and angst. Sorry!

Also, sorry in advance for such short chapters. My chapters are usually short anyway, but since this story started off as a drabble...

Anyway, I'm planning for a year's worth of material so that should make up for it.

Thanks again to everyone who asked me to continue this story. I enjoy living in KakaSaku's world and now that I know I have a whole year to live in it, that makes me very, very happy.

Chapter 3-Mini Weenies

He's gotta be drunk. That's gotta be it. The alcohol has coursed through his veins, made its way to his brain, and instead of turning him into a better fighter like Rock Lee when he gets inebriated, Kakashi-sensei turns into a blubbering, horny, idiot. Not that he's not a horny idiot to begin with. Blubbering, no. Horny idiot, yes.

"Now go on home if you know what's good for you."

Well that's not very subtle is it?

I'm still staring at his closed door trying to decide whether to stay or to go when it hits me...He likes me! And not just in a "Oh, you're my favorite ex-student and friend who just happens to be a girl" kind of way, but in a "I'd ravish you into next Tuesday if you gave me the chance" kind of way. Damn. How's that for a revelation?!

But my rational self thinks: What if he is just drunk and didn't actually mean any of it? What if all this is just one of those "Really? I don't remember saying or doing that!" kind of moments?

I think back on the two kisses he's stolen from me so far and try to make my deductions from there...

His breath certainly didn't smell like alcohol. In fact, I think it smelled more like mini weenies. As I lick my lips, tasting the flavor of Kakashi's lips still lingering on mine I decide...Yep, definitely mini weenies. But then again, maybe the toothpick-stabbed hors d'oeuvres simply covered up the taste and smell of the alcohol. Or maybe he drank punch and maybe the punch was spiked. Or maybe I'm over-thinking this and I just really need to go home.

Drunk or not he's horny. Which makes me horny. Which means I have to go.

Because I know he's way too old for me and that the whole teacher/student thing is taboo and too weird even if Tsunade's taken that title from him over a decade ago. Once a teacher always a teacher, right?

So me, home, now.

As I turn on my heel and quickly start walking home, for some reason I can't help but think that Kakashi must be in nothing more but a pair of pants and a black, sleeveless undershirt with attached mask by now. Mmm...Yummy.

At this point I both mentally and physically slap myself and force myself to walk faster.

If there's even the slightest chance that he didn't mean any of it and that he'll regret anything he's said or done so far tonight, I simply can't take the chance of staying. Otherwise, he and I might both end up regretting more than just a little French kissing, and I so do not want to start the New Year off with one huge regret. 'Cuz that would suck. So yeah. Me, home, now. Even if he is good enough to...

And a shower. Yes, I think a nice cold shower is in order here.

To be continued...

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Thank you Broken Mantra from Fanfiction for suggesting a song fit for this chapter..."Should I Stay or Should I Go?" by The Clash. The lyrics "If I go there will be trouble, And if I stay it will be double" are perfect! Thank you!