What the New Year Brings
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Adult ++
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Trouble
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Chapter 4-Trouble
If there's one thing I've learned in life, it's that if you want to keep a bad situation from getting worse, then keep a low profile.
An enemy ninja wants to beat the living daylights out of you? Keep a low profile and hide in the bushes. Your overly volatile mentor wants to know who the hell hid her sake this time? Keep a low profile and hide behind Shizune. An amorous ex-sensei kisses you like there's no tomorrow at a holiday function? Hide in your apartment like a turtle in its shell and live off fast-food delivery for the rest of your life. And yes, that counts as keeping a low profile, too.
Okay, so the last one may not be completely feasible, but at the very least I can spend the rest of New Year's Day in the sanctuary of my own apartment. Out of sight, out of mind, right? And as long as there isn't any work, missions, or training today, I have every intention of staying out of everyone's sight and mind, most especially that of one silver-haired, one-eyed hentai.
If I stay far enough away from him, maybe the rumors and gossip will die down quicker. Maybe it'll give him the chance to get the alcohol out of his system (assuming that was the instigator to begin with) to gain a clearer head. God knows I need to gain a clearer head after what happened last night! One minute I'm minding my own business, calmly sipping my champagne, then the clock strikes midnight and BOOM! Out of nowhere a pair of lips are ready to suck me into another dimension like the Mangekyou Sharingan! If only. That fate would've been preferable to the gawking I had to be subjected to after that kiss. I can't even begin to imagine what kind of scrutiny I'll have to endure once I set foot out my door! Best to not even think about it. I'll worry about it tomorrow. Today, I'm going to stay in my pajamas, warm and cozy under the blankets of my bed, and catch up on all the sleep I didn't get last night because of all the worrying I did over two kisses that probably didn't really mean anything and a few words that have probably already been forgotten by the person who spoke them, and...God dammit! Can't they see I'm trying to have an inner monologue here?!
"I'm coming!" I yell at whoever's insistently pounding on my front door.
I slide my feet into two pink, fluffy house slippers, wrap the belt of my pink bathrobe tighter around my waist, and shuffle my way to the door.
The idiot is still pounding.
"I said I'm coming! What the hell is your prob...lem. Kakashi."
"Morning, Sakura! Ready to go out?" Kakashi asks as he plants a lingering masked kiss on the corner of my mouth.
I've stopped breathing for two reasons: 1) He kissed me (again!) and this time I'm pretty damn sure he's sober, and 2) He kissed me (again!)!
To be continued...
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The title of this chapter was suggested by EraAntha from the KakaSaku site. Thanks EraAntha, you thought of the perfect title even before I had this chapter written! How's that for foresight?!
If there's one thing I've learned in life, it's that if you want to keep a bad situation from getting worse, then keep a low profile.
An enemy ninja wants to beat the living daylights out of you? Keep a low profile and hide in the bushes. Your overly volatile mentor wants to know who the hell hid her sake this time? Keep a low profile and hide behind Shizune. An amorous ex-sensei kisses you like there's no tomorrow at a holiday function? Hide in your apartment like a turtle in its shell and live off fast-food delivery for the rest of your life. And yes, that counts as keeping a low profile, too.
Okay, so the last one may not be completely feasible, but at the very least I can spend the rest of New Year's Day in the sanctuary of my own apartment. Out of sight, out of mind, right? And as long as there isn't any work, missions, or training today, I have every intention of staying out of everyone's sight and mind, most especially that of one silver-haired, one-eyed hentai.
If I stay far enough away from him, maybe the rumors and gossip will die down quicker. Maybe it'll give him the chance to get the alcohol out of his system (assuming that was the instigator to begin with) to gain a clearer head. God knows I need to gain a clearer head after what happened last night! One minute I'm minding my own business, calmly sipping my champagne, then the clock strikes midnight and BOOM! Out of nowhere a pair of lips are ready to suck me into another dimension like the Mangekyou Sharingan! If only. That fate would've been preferable to the gawking I had to be subjected to after that kiss. I can't even begin to imagine what kind of scrutiny I'll have to endure once I set foot out my door! Best to not even think about it. I'll worry about it tomorrow. Today, I'm going to stay in my pajamas, warm and cozy under the blankets of my bed, and catch up on all the sleep I didn't get last night because of all the worrying I did over two kisses that probably didn't really mean anything and a few words that have probably already been forgotten by the person who spoke them, and...God dammit! Can't they see I'm trying to have an inner monologue here?!
"I'm coming!" I yell at whoever's insistently pounding on my front door.
I slide my feet into two pink, fluffy house slippers, wrap the belt of my pink bathrobe tighter around my waist, and shuffle my way to the door.
The idiot is still pounding.
"I said I'm coming! What the hell is your prob...lem. Kakashi."
"Morning, Sakura! Ready to go out?" Kakashi asks as he plants a lingering masked kiss on the corner of my mouth.
I've stopped breathing for two reasons: 1) He kissed me (again!) and this time I'm pretty damn sure he's sober, and 2) He kissed me (again!)!
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The title of this chapter was suggested by EraAntha from the KakaSaku site. Thanks EraAntha, you thought of the perfect title even before I had this chapter written! How's that for foresight?!