Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Menagerie – A Collection of Naruto Shorts ❯ Cool to the Touch: Sakura & Haku ( Chapter 9 )

Menagerie - A Collection of Naruto Shorts

Story Nine - Cool to the Touch

By: Wicked Innuendo

 

Haku had touched her once, all those years ago before his death. His fingers were cool to the touch, like he spent the morning playing in the snow without gloves on. Just a passing touch, sent shivers down her spine and imprinted itself on her memory. When Haruno Sakura thought of the cold she thought of him.

 

Sometimes when she thought of him it was more than a passing touch. Sometimes he would press cool lips to her temple or to her forehead; thoughts of those kisses could cool her flesh on the hottest of days.

 

In her mind he was beautiful, taller than Naruto, leaner than Sasuke. He had become all the things that she hoped to ever find in a man. Strong and subtle and cool. Sometimes she would think of his hands tracing down her body, cooling her down, replacing one heat with another, a cold fire.

 

Be cool, like Haku.

 

She opened her green eyes, cool and comfortable on her debut Anbu mission in the middle of August in Sand Country.

 

“See Naruto, mind over matter. Focus your chakra, envision yourself cool and you will be cooler. Come here and touch Sakura's shoulder, she's an iceberg,” Kakashi spoke to his teammate.

 

“Focus your chakra,” Naruto mimicked. “Ms. Perfect Chakra control and the Copy-nin can do it, so you, Naruto with that hellion of hot kyuubi trapped in you should be able to do it.”

 

At a loss for words, Kakashi shrugged. Not every nin could regulate their tempurture down. Up, sure, not a problem. Down, well, that proved more difficult.

 

Sakura laughed, cupping Naruto's face in her palms. He could feel her coolness through gloves; he leaned towards her, as if to steal it for himself.

 

“This is itchy and scratchy and hot!” He growled, pulling away from Sakura. “This vest feels like a girdle and these gloves are for chicks. And these pants,” Naruto fumed, trying pinch the lycra blended fabric in his gloved fingers. “These pants make me look like an aerobics instructor, not a ninja. I'm a ninja, damn it! And it's hot.” The eighteen year old blonde ninja complained to his teammates.

 

“Don't be nervous, you're going to do great.” She pulled the strap of his vest towards her to plant a cold kiss on his forehead. “Think cool, be cool.”

 

“Yeah..easier said than done,” he relaxed, smilingly sheepishly at his teammates.