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Slightly Awkward	By : tillean Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto or any of its characters, that right is reserved for Masashi Kishimoto.
This idea struck me while trying to think of a way to make a cliché and over-used plot device less cliché-- though no less over-used :P Hopefully this will be a successful endeavor, but if it isn’t… screw it. Things become cliché and over-used because they entertain us SO much we can’t resist them anyway… Also, this story might not exist without the SUPER support and advice of the talented Slinkymilinky, my own personal goddess.
At the beginning of this story Sakura is 26 and Kakashi is 40ish.
And as always: Please read and review, reviews are the #1 best motivation in the world! Criticism welcome! ^_^v
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Prologue: A stone’s throw
Sakura looked down at the paper in her faintly trembling hands with a sigh. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t thought something like this was possible, but…
“Sakura?” Looking up at the sound of her name she was only a little surprised to see Shizune standing in the doorway of the clinic’s testing lab; the woman always seemed to know when something unscheduled happened in the hospital.
“Did you need something Shizune-sempai?” Her words were calm and flat, reflecting none of her inner thoughts, a trick Kakashi had taught her in order to keep her emotions from reading so easily.
Unfortunately, it was so out of character for her not to express emotion that anyone who knew her well enough could tell she was trying to hide something. Shizune frowned thoughtfully.
“Is something wrong Sakura? I don’t have you scheduled to work today…” With a flick of Sakura’s wrist the paper in her hand was stored safely out of sight and she began cleaning her work station with casual efficiency.
“Sorry Shizune-sempai, I was just checking something for my mom, it looks like she’s actually sick this time.”
“Oh… I’m sorry Sakura-chan. Is there anything you’d like me to do?”
Sakura waved off her concern with a slight smile. “Don’t worry sempai, Diabetes isn’t fun, but it’s manageable.”
Shizune hummed in acknowledgement. Haruno Hanako was a known hypochondriac and before Sakura had become a medic she had been known to show up at the clinic at least once a week worrying about something or other. Now, the hospital staff was happy to have her out of their hair, but Sakura had ended up using hours of her free time each week to humor her mother’s panicked requests.
For the first time Sakura was glad for her mother’s quirk, now she wouldn’t have to lie outright. While it was true that her mother was sick for once, it just wasn’t true that that’s what Sakura had been confirming.
Shizune smiled reassuringly. “Well, let me know if I can help all the same.”
Sakura nodded and managed another weak smile just as Shizune’s newest apprentice entered the room carrying a tray of samples to be tested.
“Shizune-shishou, could you show me how to… oh, hello Sakura-sensei.”
Sakura could have kissed the girl for her timely interruption. “Hello, Renka-san.” She nodded politely to the girl and turned back to Shizune. “If you’ll excuse me Shizune-sempai, I need to explain to my mother that she’s not allowed to have chocolate anymore—I just hope she doesn’t kill the messenger.”
Shizune laughed and Sakura rolled her eyes and held her smile steady. It was always better to say as little as possible when lying to someone like Shizune, as a hospital administrator it would be far too easy for her to find out the truth.
So with the skill of someone trained by both the best and worst liars respectively, Sakura maintained the tentative smile the entire walk down four flights of stairs from the testing labs to the records room in the sub-basement, where all ANBU records were kept.
If she weren’t in such a foul mood she might even have felt accomplished for not hitting any of the orderlies who had insisted on stopping her to ask inane questions they should have known the answers to anyway. But as it was she only had the energy to keep her smile in place long enough to get away from curious eyes.
She did not feel like smiling right now. She felt more like killing someone actually, or bloodying them well and good at the very least; preferably someone who deserved it. But on that point she was willing to compromise.
As she entered the overly darkened basement she was halted at the records room door by a blank faced ANBU. “Authorization?”
“Haruno Sakura, authorization 52-62-0-1-1-3-Alpha-Omicron-Omega.” The ANBU inspected her close enough to almost convince her she had memorized her authorization code incorrectly, but then he nodded curtly and unlocked the door with a key he produced seemingly out of nowhere.
“You have fifteen minutes, if you need more time you’ll need to get permission directly from the Hokage.” She nodded stiffly and entered the records room as soon as the door swung open.
Having been here many times before, Sakura was able to find the section dedicated to medical records without the use of the plaques on the walls. Each plaque was encoded by a different cipher, and if Sakura hadn’t known the way already she would have simply wound up wandering aimlessly for hours.
The place was really one large maze whose walls were entirely comprised of filing cabinets, all of which were filled. Some of them with innocuous cookie recipes, some with personal records for ANBU personnel, and others with secrets so dark even the Hokage probably didn’t know half of them.
The entire place was kept jumbled with switch backs and circular pathways to confuse intruders. Even the sections were scattered to prevent someone from simply finding what they were looking for if they didn’t belong there.
Sakura did.
In a room full of filing cabinets Sakura walked easily to the section she needed and began to immediately scan the labels on each drawer. Finding the H drawer she made to perform the jutsu required to open it, when her eye managed to catch sight of the drawer below it.
Hatake Kakashi had his own drawer.
With a sigh she completed the jutsu and opened the drawer dedicated to Hatake Kakashi’s long list of past maladies. Everything from the physical required before entering ANBU to the bad flu he’d had last week were recorded here, the problem would be finding what she needed. Kakashi had provided the information she was looking for, but had sadly neglected to say when it had occurred.
Deciding it would be easier to start from the beginning than anywhere else, Sakura picked up the first folder and scanned it briefly before putting it back and grabbing the next one. Minutes ticked by and she was increasingly aware of her time limit running out, but there was just so much information to read through!
And then she found it.
She stared at the words on the paper as if staring long enough would change something. Sakura wanted to be angry with him, wanted to beat him senseless, but in the end all Kakashi had really done was to trust the wrong man.
“Haruno-san?” She looked up to see the guard standing in the doorway. “Time’s up Haruno-san.”
“Hai, gomen.” Mentally noting the name of the man she needed to beat within an inch of his life, Sakura slipped the folder back into the drawer and closed it before standing and walking out.
With purpose she made her way to the first floor reception. She stood waiting with a frown as the girl (Yumi wasn’t it?) leaned over the counter and pushed up her breasts in apparent invitation to the male doctor she was talking to.
“Yumi!” The girl jumped at Sakura’s frustrated outburst and turned to Sakura, her smile now slightly forced.
“Can I help you with something Haruno-sensei?” The girl’s tone was calm, sweet even. Damn but it was hard to be civil when you wanted to tear someone’s head off.
It wasn’t Yumi’s fault that Sakura’s plans for the future were being messed with; so despite the fact that Sakura would rather swallow her old gennin sandals, she plastered the smile back on her face and posed her query with a (somewhat) friendlier tone.
“Could you please tell me where to find Doctor Imoto?”
The look that crossed Yumi’s face was not something Sakura could interpret before she turned away and opened a file from a pile behind her. “Imoto-sensei was picked up by his family last week already, would you like his file instead?”
Before Sakura could ask Yumi what she was talking about, she noticed a single bold-faced word scrawled across the folder’s cover in glaring red. Deceased.
“Yes, that’s fine.” The words came out rather hollow, it wasn’t fine- but Sakura didn’t know what else to say. She pretended to read the file, her eyes skittering distractedly over the facts and figures, because really, she didn’t know what else to do.
When enough time had passed, Sakura handed back the folder and walked away without another word. She wanted to cry.
She wanted to scream and beat someone senseless, but she couldn’t. She didn’t have anyone else to blame but herself at this point. Kakashi couldn’t be blamed because, for once, he hadn’t lied to her; and the only other person she could blame had died just last week due, simply, to being extremely old. Incompetently old…
Sakura was awoken from her morose thoughts by the sound of birds singing. She didn’t remember sitting down on the bench in the hospital’s garden overlooking the Koi pond, and she had no idea how long she’d been there; but she also felt no compunction to move. Staring out over the still water, her mind ran itself in circles.
What the hell am I supposed to DO?
It was probably hours later that Sakura forced herself to take a deep breath; she had made only one decision, but felt it was the only one she could make.
She had learned a long time ago that nothing in life remained unchanged, that even the most stagnant pond could change dramatically with the throw of a stone.
Too bad Kakashi had such a damn good supply of stones.
Because his vasectomy had reversed itself.
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