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Lucid	By : Rashaka Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1318 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
Note: Part 5, wherein the reader sighs and shakes their
head on Kakashi’s behalf. Poor guy’s in for it now.

Song for this
chapter: “Between the Bars” by Elliot
Smith

Lucid

5 – You see my
song is like a haiku

It was almost ten when Kakashi cut lazily through the civilian quarter. His latest mission had been local, easy, and
ended with a team-celebratory dinner of the spiciest food in Fire Country,
which his stomach was still recovering from.
As he walked he breathed in the cool, dry air of autumn in Hidden Leaf,
and thought of a girl he had no right to think of.
When he saw the same girl
walking across the boulevard from him, he believed for a second that he had
fallen asleep over his dinner plate and was back at the restaurant, dreaming. There would be no other explanation for
Haruno Sakura to be out wandering at night, alone and striding down the same
exact street—her street.
Her street.
He remembered now, how she lived
in the civilian quarter with her family, in a house with a huge tree and bars
on the balconies. It’d been years since
he’d seen it.
Drunk on nostalgia, a drug he
rarely indulged in, Kakashi jotted over to
Sakura. The nostalgic feeling
disappeared immediately when he got nearer, overpowered by the fantasy. He knew if he closed his eyes he’d see her
pink-painted nails curling around his dick—he took a deep breath and looked
over at his former student.
She wasn't wearing pink nail
polish; in fact she wasn't wearing nail polish at all. He could faintly see the
swirling shadow of calluses on her palms, and in his mind, without his
permission, the girly hands around his cock went from soft and smooth to rough
and strong. Fantasy-Sakura smirked as she took him into her mouth. The update
was not unpleasant.
If anything, it was too pleasant.
The last thing he needed to do
was start basing his sordid fantasy on the real thing; a fantasy of Sakura was
forgivable, but fantasizing about Sakura—the
real young woman instead of the idealized teenage sex-kitten of his perverted
subconscious—well that was not okay at all. It lent unappreciated realism.
“Late night?” he ventured.
Sakura noticed him and sighed a hello. Kakashi discreetly let his gaze run down her body from her
lips to her thighs, admiring the curves and the hardness in equal portions. Who was he kidding? The sex dreams had taken over his nights
completely, and in his subconscious he was already starting to overlap the
illusion with the real girl. It was
embarrassing, but neither was Kakashi wasn’t sure he truly
wanted it to stop.
He peered at her closer, picking
out her weighted stance, her drooping shoulders. Her hair was oily and in the dim light of the
stars and street lamps the pink took on a flat grayish color, like his
own. There were dark circles under her
eyes, and he could see the edge of her crumpled lab coat sticking out of her
backpack.
"You look..." tired,
stressed, beaten, older. "Weary," he said at
last.
Sakura pushed a sweat-dampened
lock of hair behind her ear. She nodded,
and they began walking together. She
said, "I just co-headed a four hour surgery. No one comes out of those with happy feet. And twice tonight we thought we’d lost our
patient."
"You do surgery?" He
winced behind his mask when the words escaped.
She'd just said she did
surgery. He'd never really imagined her
at that professional level, given her age—something Kakashi just happened to be thinking a lot about these
days.
Sakura raised her eyebrows, and
let any offense at his surprise pass.
"As the Hokage loves to point out, every
time I work on real people, it makes me stronger in the field. Being a medic-nin
is more than just patching people up, Kakashi. Sometimes you have to cut them open
first. You should know,” she sent him a
look that was half admonishing, half sly, “you've had six emergency invasive
operations."
He was momentarily dizzied by
the thought that she'd read his medical file. That Sakura had the rank to read his medical file, even as
the Hokage's apprentice. She didn't wait for him to ask, but continued
to talk. As she spoke the shadows from
the neighborhood street lights danced around her lips and cheeks, forming the
words in time. Kakashi watched each syllable rise and
dip across her features, and measured them all.
"I've done minor operations
alone before, but this was my third time leading a major surgery as second in
command. The first two times were with Tsunade-sensei, and this time it was with Shizune." She
hiked her backpack up a little higher on her shoulder, and smiled at him. It
was breathtakingly disarming. "If Shizune gives me a favorable report, then next time I'll be
the only one in charge of the room."
"Congratulations,
Sakura," Kakashi said, wanting her to know he
meant it. Though he realized he had little right to be proud of how far she'd
advanced, he was. "I've never heard
of a medic-nin so young running an O.R., and as you
pointed out I've been in one plenty of times.
Are you the youngest?"
Unconsciously step back,
hold. There was being proud of her
accomplishments and that was fine and well-deserved, but was he flattering her
openly? Where was his head?
And now she blushed, because
he'd given her a compliment she didn’t have to fight for. Kakashi
wanted memorize the picture of it and then burn the picture so he would never
have to look at it again.
"No," she said, and
smiled a little more. Awe wound through her
tone, and brought with it a thread of jealousy. "Tsunade
was doing surgeries at fifteen that I'm only beginning to master. Just thinking about it makes me feel like an
inexperienced child, even though it must have been twice as hard for her,
because she was a child, and yet she
was saving the lives of men and women far more experienced."
His gaze focused as Sakura's red
face got redder, dipping her head a little.
Kakashi let her talk without interruption,
filling his mind with the sound of her voice.
Later, he knew, he could imagine it wantonly in his dreams, blending
with the memory of her blushes. For this
moment he just wanted to see Haruno Sakura like she was—open and generous with
her thoughts, stressed from the world but still willing to share with a man she
barely knew anymore.
Because he
asked, and for no more complicated a reason than that.
"I still feel immature like
that around Tsunade-sensei," Sakura confessed,
kicking a foot along the sidewalk.
"Her work is amazing, and we're only discussing the medical
field. The stuff she's done as a field-nin, how she came to be Sannin-level...
all of it puts me in awe of her, when I sit back and think about it. And when I make a mistake, I feel like a
stupid little kid instead of the Hokage's pupil. Even when I've advanced, or when I succeed
like tonight, I sometimes feel that way around Shizune
or the other upper level medic-nins, too."
She turned her head to look at
him suddenly, dead into the eyes. Her
stare was speculative as she tapped the back of her thumb against her bottom
lip and said, "I don't feel like a kid when I'm around you. When did that
happen?"
Kakashi bit his tongue. He bit it very, very hard.
"Anyway," she shrugged,
and kept walking, now looking almost nervously away from him, “When I need to
strengthen myself I just remember that Tsunade, Shizune, and all the medic-nin I
work with were raised here, in this village, and so was I. Konoha made all of
us strong, and we make it strong in turn by pushing ourselves harder, by
reaching farther. I love being part of
that, you know? Having
something bigger than myself to fight for.”
“Sometimes,” Kakashi
said gently, because he knew in his gut that this might be one of the most
honest things Sakura had ever said in his presence, “Sometimes knowing that you
belong somewhere makes the difference between living and dying. It can give you the strength to make it home
at the end of the day, and even if at times you think it’s all you have, you
know that you’ll always have it.”
She sighed in return, and Kakashi wondered if she was thinking of the boy who threw
that sacred feeling away. But Sakura
surprised him again, and instead of bringing up her former teammate, she yawned
and said, "Wow, has it been a pretty crazy night or what. And tomorrow
I’ll be a year older.”
“Get used to the feeling,” said Kakashi. “It doesn’t
go away.”
“You mean that feeling where the
world around you is moving so fast, but you’re stuck wading through water. And every time you think you’ve caught up,
when you think you’re in control, someone puts another hose in the tank and
fills it up deeper, until you can’t breathe at all?”
He sucked in air through the
thing veneer of his mask. Her
appearance, his dreams, the late hour: all were pulling something from Hatake Kakashi, draining his
spirit like air from a balloon. He could
only stare at the image she made in the night, stopped at the gate of her
house. Tiredness had encircled Sakura, but still she waited for his response
before saying goodbye.
“Yeah.” Her preferred metaphor was drowning, huh? “Sometimes it’s exactly like that.”

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