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Turmoil
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A/N: t's been a long loooong while i know but i've been away on hols for a bit~ So now i've added 3chps for u to enjoy=) Hope u like!Thanx for all the reviews u guys left, it's always great to read them=D I'll be updating more chps pretty soon so look out for that=)
Btw, for reesechan: Nope, they havent seen his face yet...but ooh yes thats coming soon;)
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Chp 8: Turmoil
The sun was due to rise in about twenty minutes. But Sasuke couldn’t drag himself off his warm bed. He lay, with his muscled arms folded behind his head, staring at his bedroom ceiling. Thinking. He couldn’t seem to do anything else these days. It was so unlike him to be focused on anything else but getting stronger. To be strong enough to defeat the one man he had always looked up to. Who then stabbed their family in their united back. In some ways, literally. He gave a grim smile. It was ironic. And he had a long way to come to forgiving his brother, to even try to understand his reasons. He wondered if he ever could.
But this morning, all thoughts Sasuke conjured, however Itachi-related, however random, to try and displace Sakura from his mind was repelled with an almost audible virtual thud. He smiled at the thought that his Sakura was kicking away those thoughts from invading her space in Sasuke’s mind. It was so like her. But would she still want to be the only one to dominate his thoughts? His heart? Had he lost her? Had she ever been his? He was a fool. He supposed he had always cockily assumed that everything would go his way. That, now, when it was Sakura he wanted, he had assumed that the girl who had devoted a large portion of her teenage life adoring him, worshipping him, would gladly do so tenfold if he just asked. That she would still be there for him. That she would be his. He sighed. He really was a fool.
‘…five, six, seven…’ It was useless. He had undertaken the menial task of counting the floorboards on his bedroom ceiling in the hopes of cleverly fooling his mind to occupy thoughts other than those centred around Sakura, but to no avail. He had hardly reached ten when her seductive voice teased itself into his consciousness, whispering ‘Sasuke…’ with a naughty smirk. Her skin gliding over his own. The way she had looked, laughing in the light of the hazy lamps at Ichiraku earlier that night. She was perfect. It was no wonder his record so far was nine floorboards in the ceiling. He couldn’t even complete the presumably easy task he had set out for himself. How could he even begin to train today? He sighed. When had it started? Had it begun with the dream? He smirked. That was definitely when he had begun taking notice of those curves…Or had it been starting even before? He frowned. Or maybe it had been in the jovial atmosphere he had shared with her last night, in the midst of the light and laughter they had indulged in at Ichiraku. She had made him laugh and she had appeared to actually enjoy doing so. Sasuke smiled in the darkness of his bedroom, faint rays of the early morning sun slowly starting to creep onto his dark, comfortable sheets. Her joking with him just to see him smile, to hear him laugh. He had felt happy. He could get used to that.
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Kakashi finished his set of 1000 sit-ups before his mind even began to try and take his challenge of forgetting Sakura for the night seriously. He had been unable to sleep, lost as he was in his recent memories of her. There was the dream that only existed in the throes of a warm and heated night thanks to his overactive Icha Icha-fuelled subconscious. There was that perfect moment under the warmth of last afternoon’s sun, the object of his thoughts and fantasies in his arms. And there was last night, standing on the bridge under the winking moonlight and midnight clouds, before the glinting depths of the river before them, like two lovers drawn together by the uncharacteristic warmth of the early morning. Faced with such ammunition, how could she be forgotten, his mind appeared to throw back at him. It was useless. He sighed, flopping his weary body on his comfortable bed. It was a good thing Konoha was having a week-long holiday in recognition of the festival they had every year in appreciation of the many deeds their shinobis carried out in good faith for their beloved village. All missions were postponed until after that week, unless absolutely pressing. He could rest. And indulge in thoughts of Sakura...
‘No!,’ he berated himself sharply. He couldn’t get any sleep if he started fantasizing about her yet again. And he knew how intense his fantasies could get, he remembered with a light blush. Even as he thought as such, memories of her delectable body encased in the deep red ninja top she always wore, stretched taut over her curves as he held her in his arms, floated into his hazy mind. His mind grinned, taunting the already tortured Kakashi, whispering evilly, ‘without those customary tight dark shorts…’ Again he had to shake himself out of the thoughts that had been teasingly waved around in his consciousness. His cheeks flaming, he felt like a teenage boy caught reading Icha Icha Paradise, even in the privacy of his own bedroom. A man could have no peace! He sighed. He supposed if he couldn’t get her out of his head, it would be infinitely more productive for him to think about what he was going to do about her. About his feelings for her, to be exact. Where he was willing to go…
He ran over the facts. As much as it surprised him each time, having fallen for his former student in so short a time it wasn’t even funny, he was steeped in love with her. And if he was true to being honest with himself as he had prepared to be this morning, he acknowledged that it may have, perhaps, happened over the course of the years he had known her. It must have crept up slowly in the last few years she had approached womanhood. She had slowly been reaching out for his heart and it was now firmly in her grasp. He was hers. He sighed. But she belonged to Sasuke…She loved Sasuke. He felt like screaming out his frustration. But that wasn’t his style. And he couldn’t say he hadn’t always known. She had only devoted her teenage life to the Uchiha. It wasn’t anything new. It just frustrated him, that’s all. Sasuke didn’t even love her…Or did he? He thought back to the display he had seen the previous evening. It was uncharacteristic of him to be willingly holding Sakura’s wrist that way. Hadn’t he always found her annoying…Kakashi shifted uncomfortably. He supposed he could wait and see if there was anything going on between Sasuke and Sakura before he could even contemplate letting her know of his feelings for her…
‘What am I thinking…,’ Kakashi groaned, ‘I can’t do that! She can’t ever know…It wouldn’t work…’ It was true. She loved Sasuke. And all the moments between them that he held close to him existed purely in his own mind. The dream. The precious seconds she had spent in his arms. The moonlight rendezvous. None held any special meaning to anyone but him. They wouldn’t be more than what they basically were to her. Not to her. Not to anybody. Besides, she was his former student. The village would crucify them. He could take it all if it meant being with her. But he couldn’t stand the thought of her being subjected to cruel taunts and cold looks. She was meant to bloom in the care of warmth and happiness. Love. Would his be enough for her? He didn’t want to have her wither away and die if being with him meant that those were stripped away from her. It was impossible. Kakashi swallowed his disappointment, and with it, any thoughts of a future with Sakura. It was impossible…
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Sakura turned her face up to meet the hot gush of water that flowed freely from the shower head, trying to drown out the thoughts that were mulling over in her head in fast torrents, parallel to the torrents of water cascading down her body. Her hair was shaken free from it’s loose knot as Sakura shook her head from side to side, as if trying to abet her mission of forgetting. Forgetting the way he looked out for her. Forgetting the way he had looked as he looked down at her upturned face under the moonlight. If she closed her eyes, she could almost see him in front of her. His hard body encased in the dark ninja clothes sans jounin vest, outlining the muscles she had committed to memory, based on her one decadent dream. His light hair falling forward over his eyes while she itched to brush the soft wispy layers aside. His dark mask covering the face she wanted so much to see, although she knew she didn’t need to see it to know he must be beautiful. Because how could he be anything but, when he was always so wonderful to her?
But all she felt were the gushing jets of water from her shower head, alerting her to the fact that she was nowhere near him, even as she couldn’t stop thinking about him. What was she going to do? She had almost envisioned herself spilling out the words last night. The revealing words which would let him know how she felt. Would he leave in a flurry of uncomfortable apologetic words of his own? Or would he, as was her favourite fantasy, look deep into her upturned eyes, whisper to her that he felt the same way, and kiss her senseless before they embarked on a lifetime of happy endings? She shook her head again, her long hair absorbing the water flowing freely over her self, weighing down her head with every drop. But she swore her thoughts, her dilemma…They weighed her head down more than her heavy mane ever could. What was she going to do…
She had acknowledged that she loved him. That she had slowly let Sasuke go as her youthful heart had broken and mended without her truly being aware. She had gotten over him. And somehow, she had started noticing her enigmatic, mysterious former sensei. Maybe she hadn’t fallen for him on the get go but she had been noticing him as the man he was, as her dream served to remind her. She had wanted him. And she had begun to love him…It just took that dream to open her eyes, her mind, her heart. Should she tell him? ‘He thinks I love Sasuke!,’ she groaned bitterly, ‘not that that changes anything…’ He would probably balk at the idea of being with her anyway. She hated to think of how their former relationship could hinder any developments of the relationship she wanted with Kakashi. As if it mattered when it came to love. She could take any cruel taunts and cold glares they earned from any unconsenting villagers. If it meant that she would have him, it would be enough! Sakura wondered again how he felt about her, what she was going to do… 'Kakashi…’ She thought hard. Nothing would happen if she didn’t do anything about it. She would tell him. She turned her face up to meet the jets of water, as if washing away any doubts, any fears. Yes, she would tell him.
A/N: t's been a long loooong while i know but i've been away on hols for a bit~ So now i've added 3chps for u to enjoy=) Hope u like!Thanx for all the reviews u guys left, it's always great to read them=D I'll be updating more chps pretty soon so look out for that=)
Btw, for reesechan: Nope, they havent seen his face yet...but ooh yes thats coming soon;)
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Chp 8: Turmoil
The sun was due to rise in about twenty minutes. But Sasuke couldn’t drag himself off his warm bed. He lay, with his muscled arms folded behind his head, staring at his bedroom ceiling. Thinking. He couldn’t seem to do anything else these days. It was so unlike him to be focused on anything else but getting stronger. To be strong enough to defeat the one man he had always looked up to. Who then stabbed their family in their united back. In some ways, literally. He gave a grim smile. It was ironic. And he had a long way to come to forgiving his brother, to even try to understand his reasons. He wondered if he ever could.
But this morning, all thoughts Sasuke conjured, however Itachi-related, however random, to try and displace Sakura from his mind was repelled with an almost audible virtual thud. He smiled at the thought that his Sakura was kicking away those thoughts from invading her space in Sasuke’s mind. It was so like her. But would she still want to be the only one to dominate his thoughts? His heart? Had he lost her? Had she ever been his? He was a fool. He supposed he had always cockily assumed that everything would go his way. That, now, when it was Sakura he wanted, he had assumed that the girl who had devoted a large portion of her teenage life adoring him, worshipping him, would gladly do so tenfold if he just asked. That she would still be there for him. That she would be his. He sighed. He really was a fool.
‘…five, six, seven…’ It was useless. He had undertaken the menial task of counting the floorboards on his bedroom ceiling in the hopes of cleverly fooling his mind to occupy thoughts other than those centred around Sakura, but to no avail. He had hardly reached ten when her seductive voice teased itself into his consciousness, whispering ‘Sasuke…’ with a naughty smirk. Her skin gliding over his own. The way she had looked, laughing in the light of the hazy lamps at Ichiraku earlier that night. She was perfect. It was no wonder his record so far was nine floorboards in the ceiling. He couldn’t even complete the presumably easy task he had set out for himself. How could he even begin to train today? He sighed. When had it started? Had it begun with the dream? He smirked. That was definitely when he had begun taking notice of those curves…Or had it been starting even before? He frowned. Or maybe it had been in the jovial atmosphere he had shared with her last night, in the midst of the light and laughter they had indulged in at Ichiraku. She had made him laugh and she had appeared to actually enjoy doing so. Sasuke smiled in the darkness of his bedroom, faint rays of the early morning sun slowly starting to creep onto his dark, comfortable sheets. Her joking with him just to see him smile, to hear him laugh. He had felt happy. He could get used to that.
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Kakashi finished his set of 1000 sit-ups before his mind even began to try and take his challenge of forgetting Sakura for the night seriously. He had been unable to sleep, lost as he was in his recent memories of her. There was the dream that only existed in the throes of a warm and heated night thanks to his overactive Icha Icha-fuelled subconscious. There was that perfect moment under the warmth of last afternoon’s sun, the object of his thoughts and fantasies in his arms. And there was last night, standing on the bridge under the winking moonlight and midnight clouds, before the glinting depths of the river before them, like two lovers drawn together by the uncharacteristic warmth of the early morning. Faced with such ammunition, how could she be forgotten, his mind appeared to throw back at him. It was useless. He sighed, flopping his weary body on his comfortable bed. It was a good thing Konoha was having a week-long holiday in recognition of the festival they had every year in appreciation of the many deeds their shinobis carried out in good faith for their beloved village. All missions were postponed until after that week, unless absolutely pressing. He could rest. And indulge in thoughts of Sakura...
‘No!,’ he berated himself sharply. He couldn’t get any sleep if he started fantasizing about her yet again. And he knew how intense his fantasies could get, he remembered with a light blush. Even as he thought as such, memories of her delectable body encased in the deep red ninja top she always wore, stretched taut over her curves as he held her in his arms, floated into his hazy mind. His mind grinned, taunting the already tortured Kakashi, whispering evilly, ‘without those customary tight dark shorts…’ Again he had to shake himself out of the thoughts that had been teasingly waved around in his consciousness. His cheeks flaming, he felt like a teenage boy caught reading Icha Icha Paradise, even in the privacy of his own bedroom. A man could have no peace! He sighed. He supposed if he couldn’t get her out of his head, it would be infinitely more productive for him to think about what he was going to do about her. About his feelings for her, to be exact. Where he was willing to go…
He ran over the facts. As much as it surprised him each time, having fallen for his former student in so short a time it wasn’t even funny, he was steeped in love with her. And if he was true to being honest with himself as he had prepared to be this morning, he acknowledged that it may have, perhaps, happened over the course of the years he had known her. It must have crept up slowly in the last few years she had approached womanhood. She had slowly been reaching out for his heart and it was now firmly in her grasp. He was hers. He sighed. But she belonged to Sasuke…She loved Sasuke. He felt like screaming out his frustration. But that wasn’t his style. And he couldn’t say he hadn’t always known. She had only devoted her teenage life to the Uchiha. It wasn’t anything new. It just frustrated him, that’s all. Sasuke didn’t even love her…Or did he? He thought back to the display he had seen the previous evening. It was uncharacteristic of him to be willingly holding Sakura’s wrist that way. Hadn’t he always found her annoying…Kakashi shifted uncomfortably. He supposed he could wait and see if there was anything going on between Sasuke and Sakura before he could even contemplate letting her know of his feelings for her…
‘What am I thinking…,’ Kakashi groaned, ‘I can’t do that! She can’t ever know…It wouldn’t work…’ It was true. She loved Sasuke. And all the moments between them that he held close to him existed purely in his own mind. The dream. The precious seconds she had spent in his arms. The moonlight rendezvous. None held any special meaning to anyone but him. They wouldn’t be more than what they basically were to her. Not to her. Not to anybody. Besides, she was his former student. The village would crucify them. He could take it all if it meant being with her. But he couldn’t stand the thought of her being subjected to cruel taunts and cold looks. She was meant to bloom in the care of warmth and happiness. Love. Would his be enough for her? He didn’t want to have her wither away and die if being with him meant that those were stripped away from her. It was impossible. Kakashi swallowed his disappointment, and with it, any thoughts of a future with Sakura. It was impossible…
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Sakura turned her face up to meet the hot gush of water that flowed freely from the shower head, trying to drown out the thoughts that were mulling over in her head in fast torrents, parallel to the torrents of water cascading down her body. Her hair was shaken free from it’s loose knot as Sakura shook her head from side to side, as if trying to abet her mission of forgetting. Forgetting the way he looked out for her. Forgetting the way he had looked as he looked down at her upturned face under the moonlight. If she closed her eyes, she could almost see him in front of her. His hard body encased in the dark ninja clothes sans jounin vest, outlining the muscles she had committed to memory, based on her one decadent dream. His light hair falling forward over his eyes while she itched to brush the soft wispy layers aside. His dark mask covering the face she wanted so much to see, although she knew she didn’t need to see it to know he must be beautiful. Because how could he be anything but, when he was always so wonderful to her?
But all she felt were the gushing jets of water from her shower head, alerting her to the fact that she was nowhere near him, even as she couldn’t stop thinking about him. What was she going to do? She had almost envisioned herself spilling out the words last night. The revealing words which would let him know how she felt. Would he leave in a flurry of uncomfortable apologetic words of his own? Or would he, as was her favourite fantasy, look deep into her upturned eyes, whisper to her that he felt the same way, and kiss her senseless before they embarked on a lifetime of happy endings? She shook her head again, her long hair absorbing the water flowing freely over her self, weighing down her head with every drop. But she swore her thoughts, her dilemma…They weighed her head down more than her heavy mane ever could. What was she going to do…
She had acknowledged that she loved him. That she had slowly let Sasuke go as her youthful heart had broken and mended without her truly being aware. She had gotten over him. And somehow, she had started noticing her enigmatic, mysterious former sensei. Maybe she hadn’t fallen for him on the get go but she had been noticing him as the man he was, as her dream served to remind her. She had wanted him. And she had begun to love him…It just took that dream to open her eyes, her mind, her heart. Should she tell him? ‘He thinks I love Sasuke!,’ she groaned bitterly, ‘not that that changes anything…’ He would probably balk at the idea of being with her anyway. She hated to think of how their former relationship could hinder any developments of the relationship she wanted with Kakashi. As if it mattered when it came to love. She could take any cruel taunts and cold glares they earned from any unconsenting villagers. If it meant that she would have him, it would be enough! Sakura wondered again how he felt about her, what she was going to do… 'Kakashi…’ She thought hard. Nothing would happen if she didn’t do anything about it. She would tell him. She turned her face up to meet the jets of water, as if washing away any doubts, any fears. Yes, she would tell him.