Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Strawberry Secrets ❯ First Glimpse of Naoru ( Chapter 1 )
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By: deathbyshuriken 
Sakura reinvents herself.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.13.2006 | Updated On: 02.13.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 729 | Status: Work In Progress
Sakura reinvents herself.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.13.2006 | Updated On: 02.13.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 729 | Status: Work In Progress
AN: It's a KakuXSaku fic. Just bear with me. I'm sure you can see where this is going. I'll just add a few surprises along the way. ;) Bear with me. It's a work in progress. It is a nice change from all the NaruXSasu fics that I've been writing. I think Kakashi and Sakura make a cute couple. If Sakura were a bit older, that is. It was said somewhere that Kakashi is 26. This is set five years ahead of the original Naruto plot, where Sakura is 17 so that'd make Kakashi 31.
Disclaimers: Don't own it. :(
Strawberry Secrets
She stood in the club, feeling out of sorts with the surroundings. Sakura shouldn’t have been there. Such places were taboo for young girls her age but no one knew that she was really seventeen. When the bouncer had looked at her before letting her in, he saw a 25 year old woman. She had wanted to go into the bar to see what it was like, that was all. It was a simple in and out sort of thing, but curiosity got the best of her and she found herself quaffing something that tasted like watermelons and nail polish remover. It was disgusting but strangely enough, she found herself asking for another. In the midst of her teachers and mentors, it was a strange sensation but when she realized that no one recognized her, she grew comfortable.
Tossing back hair the colour of a strawberry milkshake, she scanned the crowded bar. It was Friday and payday for the jounin. Anyone who was of age had headed there soon after work was out, Sakura had heard them all talking about it. Gai was spouting about the ‘fire of youth’ to Genma who was only half listening. He had his free hand– the hand not holding his drink, around Kiba’s sister’s shoulders. She was scowling at him, her over developed canines peeking out from her part lips. Kakashi’s long legs and arms were draped over the chair he was sitting, or rather, slouched in but there was no drink in sight. Shizune sat beside him, her back mostly to Sakura, deep in conversation with Iruka who seemed a bit flushed with a few empty cups sitting in front of him.
Sakura twisted her hair in a rope and caught it in a long steel pin on her head. Her hitai-ate was pulled down on her neck and tied like a choker with the metal plate slightly canted to the left. All of her clothes were too small for her to fit in, since she now had a fully developed mature body. She had snuck a pair of black slacks and cotton blouse with little flowers printed over it. It was dorky and she felt like she was going to Sunday school, not a bar but it had accommodated her newly acquired breasts and full hips. Even her mother’s blouse had been a little too tight, the spaces between the buttons gaped slightly if she didn’t keep it tucked tightly in her pants. So she had to move stiffly to keep from showing everyone that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Being 16 and barely developed, she hadn’t quite grasped the delicate art of wearing such a painful look contraption, opting for a comfy extra-small sports bra instead, just out of pride’s sake rather than necessity. She made a mental note to ask Ino how to put on make-up, since even that art had somewhat alluded her in her studies. Although it was a lesson she had avoiding, seeing how her most important objectives were to become more powerful and that certainly wasn’t attained by Mascara and eyeliner techniques.
After her third drink, Sakura found herself bored. She wondered what it was that women did when frequenting bars, since this was her first. She looked around and found many of women in groups of mixed sexes, laughing and talking. They were wearing cool clothes, make-up and impeccable hair or still dressed in their jounin uniforms. Glancing at her watch, it was ten o’clock and the from just a glance outside, she could tell that business was about to pick up. The music had gotten louder, the crowds more raucious. In a matter of forty-five minutes, Sakura found herself pressed against the bar by a particularly rowdy bunch of jounin. She ordered a drink and slid into a newly vacated barstool. It seemed that any place to sit was a hot commodity in the growing crowd.
“Are you going to drink that, or nurse it?” A voice asked lazily, so close to her ear that it startled her slightly.
She looked to her side, seeing Kakashi peering down at her with one visible black eye. “I-I’m drinking it, of course.” Bringing the glass to her lips, she sipped it and tried to suppress the face she made as the bitter liquid bit at her palate. It took two tries before she managed to swallow it but when she had accomplished her task, she set the glass down and smiled up at him encouragingly.
“Too bitter?”
“A little.” She blushed under his close scrutiny.
“You look familiar?”
Her back straightened and she laughed nervously, “Oh? I must have that kind of face.”
The bartender appeared before Kakashi could answer. The silver-haired jounin smiled at her before ordering a drink. Neither spoke until the bartender appeared, exchanging the glass for currency. “Here, this is probably better suited to your personality.” He said, swapping the barely touched glass of mango rum for the one he had just ordered. “It’s called a strawberry daiquiri.”
“Oh... thank you... Ka-uhm-er...” She covered up her mistake by coughing loudly into her balled fist.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, sorry... it was the other drink. Guess it was too bitter.” She said lamely before sipping her new drink through a colourful straw. It was sweet and tasted like strawberries, much like the slushies her mom used to make her when she was a kid. “This is really tasty!” Sakura said happily, taking another deep drink.
“You’ve never been here before.” His statement caused her to swivel around to stare at her, “I’ve never seen you here before.”
“Oh?” She said in a small voice, taking another sip of her drink.
“What’s your name?”
It wasn’t possible to give him her own name, keeping in mind that maybe he at least recognized her on a sub-conscious level. Thinking fast, she blurted, “Naoru... Konayume Naoru.” Taking another sip, she belatedly added, “And you?”
“Hatake Kakashi.” He smiled, or rather did something with his mouth beneath the cloth of his mask that looked like a smile. “So what brings you here, Konayume-san?”
“Just needed a break... you know how it goes. Being an adult and-and the stress and all...” She stuttered, feeling stupid.
“Do I?”
“Do you what?”
“Know what it’s like to be an adult?”
The voice in her head growled at that question, ‘what is he stupid? What the hell kind of question is that?’ She asked inwardly but outwardly, giggled foolishly and thought of something to say. Her nose was tingling, she felt a sort of heavy fog settle in her brain. “Uhm... you look like an adult to me. I’m sure the bouncer would have stopped you if he had any doubts...”
“How many drinks have you had, Konayume-san?”
She blinked at the suddenness of the question and mentally tried to tabulate the drinks she had consumed that night. For someone who had never had an alcoholic beverage before, she had consumed a fair amount. “Uhm... this is my fourth.” She smiled at him before finishing off the daiquiri in one big slurp while she waved four fingers in his face.
“And let me guess, you’ve never had a drink before in your life, have you?”
“Uuhmm... I have too!”
“Well, if you have, you don’t drink often.” Kakashi smiled and waved to the bartender, ordering a bottle of water for the tipsy woman. “You better drink this or you’ll be feeling sick in the morning.”
The bartender whisked the empty daiquiri glass away, replacing it with a bottle of water. “I’m not drunk.” Sakura pushed away the bottle of water, wrinkling her nose. She stood, feeling the close proximity of her former sensei was scrambling her brain. Despite truly believing that she wasn’t drunk, Sakura would have sank to the floor but Kakashi had caught her in his strong arms. He crushed her to his chest, momentarily revelling in the feel of her breasts, crushing against his chest.
“Not drunk?” He juggled to free a hand and grabbed the water. “You sure about that?”
She pushed away from his chest but didn’t trust her legs as the room pitched and swayed. Sakura felt nauseous all of a sudden. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead against Kakashi’s chest, not bothering to realize how inappropriate her current position was. “Oh boy. Just stop the room from moving and I’ll be fine.”
“Is the lady alright?” The bartender asked, appearing from the other end as he caught sight of the young woman almost falling off her chair.
“Yeah, she’s just had a little too much to drink.” Kakashi answered, smiling at the man from beneath his mask.
He nodded and moved off to serve other customers, knowing that the jounin would know how to take care of the woman although it wasn’t his responsibility. The bartender had always thought that Kakashi was a good man. He had been a regular for as long as he had worked here but strangely enough, had never seen him drink a drop of liquor despite ordering.
Meanwhile, Kakashi had patiently ushered the drunken woman out the door. The cool night air seemed to revive her somewhat. She lifted her head and drank some of the water that the jounin had carefully offered her before passing out completely, her legs buckling beneath her. With a weary sigh and an inward curse, Kakashi cradled his burden against his chest and stood trying to figure out where he was to put the woman.
He was unwilling to just abandon the woman. It was against his nature to do so, even if she had been conscious enough to request it. Luckily, it was only a few blocks away from his apartment, a decent walk with an unconscious woman in his arms. The only obstacle was the keys, which after skilful manuevering, were extracted from his pocket and the door was unlocked. Kicking it closed when he got inside, he laid the woman out on the couch before fetching himself a drink. Pouring himself three fingers of scotch in a crystal snifter, he sat in a chair facing the couch and pulled his mask from his mouth. He watched her as she slept, the silence broken only by the clink of ice in his glass as he sipped at the liquor. She moved in her sleep, groaning slightly as her dreams plagued her. Her shifting caused her hairpin to pull loose and clatter to the floor. It flashed silver in the moonlight that poured in from the window behind her before resting in the shadows beneath his coffee table. Her hair shimmered like a pink curtain over one arm, its long ends coiling on the hardwood floor.
Sakura woke slowly, trying to figure out where she was. Those thoughts were staunched by the throbbing pain in her forehead and the sick feeling in her stomach. She looked around and groaned. Where was she?
“Konayume-san?” The voice in the darkness startled her, her thoughts once again interrupted. She looked up and saw silver hair highlighted in the silvery rays of the moon. “You passed out at the bar. You had too much to drink. I brought you here, seeing as I had no idea where your own home was.”
Kakashi. She remembered that she had been talking to him before everything grew hazy. She sat up, feeling the cool, silk of her hair cascade around her shoulders and rub against her neck. “Oh. Yes. Thank you very much, Hatake-san. I’m sorry to have inconvienenced you.”
“Not at all.”
She stood up slowly, still not trusting her trecherous legs. She swallowed back the urge to throw-up. “I think I will be going right now.”
“I’ll walk you to your house.” Kakashi offered, standing.
“No, that’s fine.” He would most certainly know who she was if he found out where she lived. “I’ll make it.”
“Do you know where are you are?”
“Er... no...” She realized that she had no idea where Kakashi lived, but growing up in this town she was very familiar with the streets. Trusting her memory, she smiled reassuringly, “But I’ve lived here all my life, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“Of course, being a Kunoichi, I’d expect that.” He smiled, his eyes sliding from her face to the hitai-ate tied around her neck.
“Good night, Hatake-san. And thank you again.” She said before leaving.
She walked out of the apartment and took a deep breath to orientate herself. Looking around and gaging where she was from the Hokage monument, she figured that she was only a few blocks north from her home. She leaned heavily against the wall of the building she had just exited and took a deep breath the steel herself for the journey.
The journey should have taken her fifteen minutes but she had gotten distracted, her drunkenness had caused her stomach to quiver as its contents sloshed around. Only barely had she managed to save from publicly humiliating herself. She stumbled into an alley and leaned over a dumpster, purging her over-taxed stomach of the alcohol that threatened to poison her system. After that, she felt somewhat better, despite the foul taste in her mouth. The rest of the journey to her house was quick. She got into her room via her open window, divulged herself of her clothes and fell into bed.
TBC
Disclaimers: Don't own it. :(
Strawberry Secrets
She stood in the club, feeling out of sorts with the surroundings. Sakura shouldn’t have been there. Such places were taboo for young girls her age but no one knew that she was really seventeen. When the bouncer had looked at her before letting her in, he saw a 25 year old woman. She had wanted to go into the bar to see what it was like, that was all. It was a simple in and out sort of thing, but curiosity got the best of her and she found herself quaffing something that tasted like watermelons and nail polish remover. It was disgusting but strangely enough, she found herself asking for another. In the midst of her teachers and mentors, it was a strange sensation but when she realized that no one recognized her, she grew comfortable.
Tossing back hair the colour of a strawberry milkshake, she scanned the crowded bar. It was Friday and payday for the jounin. Anyone who was of age had headed there soon after work was out, Sakura had heard them all talking about it. Gai was spouting about the ‘fire of youth’ to Genma who was only half listening. He had his free hand– the hand not holding his drink, around Kiba’s sister’s shoulders. She was scowling at him, her over developed canines peeking out from her part lips. Kakashi’s long legs and arms were draped over the chair he was sitting, or rather, slouched in but there was no drink in sight. Shizune sat beside him, her back mostly to Sakura, deep in conversation with Iruka who seemed a bit flushed with a few empty cups sitting in front of him.
Sakura twisted her hair in a rope and caught it in a long steel pin on her head. Her hitai-ate was pulled down on her neck and tied like a choker with the metal plate slightly canted to the left. All of her clothes were too small for her to fit in, since she now had a fully developed mature body. She had snuck a pair of black slacks and cotton blouse with little flowers printed over it. It was dorky and she felt like she was going to Sunday school, not a bar but it had accommodated her newly acquired breasts and full hips. Even her mother’s blouse had been a little too tight, the spaces between the buttons gaped slightly if she didn’t keep it tucked tightly in her pants. So she had to move stiffly to keep from showing everyone that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Being 16 and barely developed, she hadn’t quite grasped the delicate art of wearing such a painful look contraption, opting for a comfy extra-small sports bra instead, just out of pride’s sake rather than necessity. She made a mental note to ask Ino how to put on make-up, since even that art had somewhat alluded her in her studies. Although it was a lesson she had avoiding, seeing how her most important objectives were to become more powerful and that certainly wasn’t attained by Mascara and eyeliner techniques.
After her third drink, Sakura found herself bored. She wondered what it was that women did when frequenting bars, since this was her first. She looked around and found many of women in groups of mixed sexes, laughing and talking. They were wearing cool clothes, make-up and impeccable hair or still dressed in their jounin uniforms. Glancing at her watch, it was ten o’clock and the from just a glance outside, she could tell that business was about to pick up. The music had gotten louder, the crowds more raucious. In a matter of forty-five minutes, Sakura found herself pressed against the bar by a particularly rowdy bunch of jounin. She ordered a drink and slid into a newly vacated barstool. It seemed that any place to sit was a hot commodity in the growing crowd.
“Are you going to drink that, or nurse it?” A voice asked lazily, so close to her ear that it startled her slightly.
She looked to her side, seeing Kakashi peering down at her with one visible black eye. “I-I’m drinking it, of course.” Bringing the glass to her lips, she sipped it and tried to suppress the face she made as the bitter liquid bit at her palate. It took two tries before she managed to swallow it but when she had accomplished her task, she set the glass down and smiled up at him encouragingly.
“Too bitter?”
“A little.” She blushed under his close scrutiny.
“You look familiar?”
Her back straightened and she laughed nervously, “Oh? I must have that kind of face.”
The bartender appeared before Kakashi could answer. The silver-haired jounin smiled at her before ordering a drink. Neither spoke until the bartender appeared, exchanging the glass for currency. “Here, this is probably better suited to your personality.” He said, swapping the barely touched glass of mango rum for the one he had just ordered. “It’s called a strawberry daiquiri.”
“Oh... thank you... Ka-uhm-er...” She covered up her mistake by coughing loudly into her balled fist.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, sorry... it was the other drink. Guess it was too bitter.” She said lamely before sipping her new drink through a colourful straw. It was sweet and tasted like strawberries, much like the slushies her mom used to make her when she was a kid. “This is really tasty!” Sakura said happily, taking another deep drink.
“You’ve never been here before.” His statement caused her to swivel around to stare at her, “I’ve never seen you here before.”
“Oh?” She said in a small voice, taking another sip of her drink.
“What’s your name?”
It wasn’t possible to give him her own name, keeping in mind that maybe he at least recognized her on a sub-conscious level. Thinking fast, she blurted, “Naoru... Konayume Naoru.” Taking another sip, she belatedly added, “And you?”
“Hatake Kakashi.” He smiled, or rather did something with his mouth beneath the cloth of his mask that looked like a smile. “So what brings you here, Konayume-san?”
“Just needed a break... you know how it goes. Being an adult and-and the stress and all...” She stuttered, feeling stupid.
“Do I?”
“Do you what?”
“Know what it’s like to be an adult?”
The voice in her head growled at that question, ‘what is he stupid? What the hell kind of question is that?’ She asked inwardly but outwardly, giggled foolishly and thought of something to say. Her nose was tingling, she felt a sort of heavy fog settle in her brain. “Uhm... you look like an adult to me. I’m sure the bouncer would have stopped you if he had any doubts...”
“How many drinks have you had, Konayume-san?”
She blinked at the suddenness of the question and mentally tried to tabulate the drinks she had consumed that night. For someone who had never had an alcoholic beverage before, she had consumed a fair amount. “Uhm... this is my fourth.” She smiled at him before finishing off the daiquiri in one big slurp while she waved four fingers in his face.
“And let me guess, you’ve never had a drink before in your life, have you?”
“Uuhmm... I have too!”
“Well, if you have, you don’t drink often.” Kakashi smiled and waved to the bartender, ordering a bottle of water for the tipsy woman. “You better drink this or you’ll be feeling sick in the morning.”
The bartender whisked the empty daiquiri glass away, replacing it with a bottle of water. “I’m not drunk.” Sakura pushed away the bottle of water, wrinkling her nose. She stood, feeling the close proximity of her former sensei was scrambling her brain. Despite truly believing that she wasn’t drunk, Sakura would have sank to the floor but Kakashi had caught her in his strong arms. He crushed her to his chest, momentarily revelling in the feel of her breasts, crushing against his chest.
“Not drunk?” He juggled to free a hand and grabbed the water. “You sure about that?”
She pushed away from his chest but didn’t trust her legs as the room pitched and swayed. Sakura felt nauseous all of a sudden. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead against Kakashi’s chest, not bothering to realize how inappropriate her current position was. “Oh boy. Just stop the room from moving and I’ll be fine.”
“Is the lady alright?” The bartender asked, appearing from the other end as he caught sight of the young woman almost falling off her chair.
“Yeah, she’s just had a little too much to drink.” Kakashi answered, smiling at the man from beneath his mask.
He nodded and moved off to serve other customers, knowing that the jounin would know how to take care of the woman although it wasn’t his responsibility. The bartender had always thought that Kakashi was a good man. He had been a regular for as long as he had worked here but strangely enough, had never seen him drink a drop of liquor despite ordering.
Meanwhile, Kakashi had patiently ushered the drunken woman out the door. The cool night air seemed to revive her somewhat. She lifted her head and drank some of the water that the jounin had carefully offered her before passing out completely, her legs buckling beneath her. With a weary sigh and an inward curse, Kakashi cradled his burden against his chest and stood trying to figure out where he was to put the woman.
He was unwilling to just abandon the woman. It was against his nature to do so, even if she had been conscious enough to request it. Luckily, it was only a few blocks away from his apartment, a decent walk with an unconscious woman in his arms. The only obstacle was the keys, which after skilful manuevering, were extracted from his pocket and the door was unlocked. Kicking it closed when he got inside, he laid the woman out on the couch before fetching himself a drink. Pouring himself three fingers of scotch in a crystal snifter, he sat in a chair facing the couch and pulled his mask from his mouth. He watched her as she slept, the silence broken only by the clink of ice in his glass as he sipped at the liquor. She moved in her sleep, groaning slightly as her dreams plagued her. Her shifting caused her hairpin to pull loose and clatter to the floor. It flashed silver in the moonlight that poured in from the window behind her before resting in the shadows beneath his coffee table. Her hair shimmered like a pink curtain over one arm, its long ends coiling on the hardwood floor.
Sakura woke slowly, trying to figure out where she was. Those thoughts were staunched by the throbbing pain in her forehead and the sick feeling in her stomach. She looked around and groaned. Where was she?
“Konayume-san?” The voice in the darkness startled her, her thoughts once again interrupted. She looked up and saw silver hair highlighted in the silvery rays of the moon. “You passed out at the bar. You had too much to drink. I brought you here, seeing as I had no idea where your own home was.”
Kakashi. She remembered that she had been talking to him before everything grew hazy. She sat up, feeling the cool, silk of her hair cascade around her shoulders and rub against her neck. “Oh. Yes. Thank you very much, Hatake-san. I’m sorry to have inconvienenced you.”
“Not at all.”
She stood up slowly, still not trusting her trecherous legs. She swallowed back the urge to throw-up. “I think I will be going right now.”
“I’ll walk you to your house.” Kakashi offered, standing.
“No, that’s fine.” He would most certainly know who she was if he found out where she lived. “I’ll make it.”
“Do you know where are you are?”
“Er... no...” She realized that she had no idea where Kakashi lived, but growing up in this town she was very familiar with the streets. Trusting her memory, she smiled reassuringly, “But I’ve lived here all my life, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“Of course, being a Kunoichi, I’d expect that.” He smiled, his eyes sliding from her face to the hitai-ate tied around her neck.
“Good night, Hatake-san. And thank you again.” She said before leaving.
She walked out of the apartment and took a deep breath to orientate herself. Looking around and gaging where she was from the Hokage monument, she figured that she was only a few blocks north from her home. She leaned heavily against the wall of the building she had just exited and took a deep breath the steel herself for the journey.
The journey should have taken her fifteen minutes but she had gotten distracted, her drunkenness had caused her stomach to quiver as its contents sloshed around. Only barely had she managed to save from publicly humiliating herself. She stumbled into an alley and leaned over a dumpster, purging her over-taxed stomach of the alcohol that threatened to poison her system. After that, she felt somewhat better, despite the foul taste in her mouth. The rest of the journey to her house was quick. She got into her room via her open window, divulged herself of her clothes and fell into bed.
TBC