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Que Sera Sera	By : Rockrgrl4 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5 is up! Enjoy! :3

-K.

It had only been a few agonizing, painful moments since Sakura and Kankuro had been caught in the basement together, and Sakura didn't know if she should worry about being caught or not. After Gaara had collected Matsuri and took her to another room in the mansion (Sakura could only guess where…that mansion was huge!), Kankuro had helped Sakura clean up the food boxes and put away the pillows and blankets on which they had lain. He was silent the entire time, and his expression was vacant-his thoughts had been drifting elsewhere. Sakura knew that he probably needed time to think through whatever he was considering, but she didn't want it to be that moment. She was still there, after all, and Sakura didn't like being ignored.

So when the two of them made their way silently up the stairs, and right before Kankuro opened the basement's door, Sakura asked him, "Kankuro, what's wrong? Are you in trouble?"

Kankuro, finally coming out of his daze, sheepishly replied, "Honestly? I don't know. But I suppose I'll soon find out."

After that, he fell silent again, and Sakura knew that was probably what had been worrying him. She felt unsettled by this realization. Surely if she hadn't been there with him, he wouldn't be in trouble. If she hadn't been hanging out with him, they wouldn't have been thrown out of that restaurant and caught in the compromising situation in which they had been. She knew she shouldn't have felt guilty-Kankuro had confessed that it had been the most fun he had had in a long time, and she felt the same way, but now he was in trouble and he was worried about it. She felt terrible about it.

They were passing through the library at this point-the same library that never ceased to amaze the pinkette. She had always been impressed with the many mountains of books that were stored in this very room, and she smiled in spite of herself. She absolutely had to take a day off one of these days and curl up on one of the chairs in the corner and read…

Her gaze drifted to the many different sections of books in the Sand Sibling's collection, and while many of them didn't surprise her, some of them did. Especially the collection of books entitled "Romantic Fiction".

She resisted the urge to snort. Which of the three siblings would read that?

As they passed by the shelves of the said collection, the copies, sure enough, were indeed battered and strewn about. They had been taken care of, sure, but someone had put them away in a hurry, and some were even stacked on top of the neatly arranged horizontal rows of books, indicating they had been picked up and returned in a bit of a hurry. Sakura was suddenly puzzled. Someone was reading cheesy romances, and since she hadn't had a chance to raid them yet, it had to have been one of the three siblings-but whom?

She hadn't had much time to ponder the thought, though, because Kankuro was now leading her out of the enormous library, and back into one of the many hallways adorning the mansion. They stepped into the dimly lit hallway, and Kankuro suddenly spoke, "You're awfully quiet, Sakura. Are you okay?" His tone was tinged with concern.

Sakura, suddenly abashed, quickly answered, "Sorry Kankuro. I'm fine, just thinking."

Kankuro's hand subconsciously moved toward hers, but he violently yanked it away before she would notice-or so he had hoped. His hand had brushed hers for a moment there. If she had noticed it, though, she gave no indication. She was still looking ahead, her expression set into a faraway gaze. He fumbled to cover up his uncharacteristic reaction to her words, and eventually managed, "What are you thinking about, then? You look like you're pretty far away." He turned his gaze toward her, a smirk firmly planted on his face. Inwardly, however, he was silently and frantically praying that he wasn't freaking her out.

Sakura shrugged and answered, "Eh, you know. What I'm going to do tomorrow at work, what happened at the restaurant earlier, what happened with Gaara and Matsuri-why are they trying to hide their relationship, anyway? It's pretty obvious that they like each other…" Instantly and reluctantly, her thoughts drifted to a moment ago when she felt Kankuro's hand brushing against her own. What had that been about?

Sakura quickly decided she didn't want to know, and banished the thought from her head. 'Focus on the present,' she reminded herself, 'don't worry about the past.' It had been one of the first things she had learned from Kakashi-sensei. Sure, you should never forget the past-she had witnessed her distraught sensei at the Leaf's memorial stone more than enough times to understand that lesson-but there was another lesson within watching him repeat that same action. If you dwell on the past-on things you couldn't change-they will consume you. Therefore it was better to concentrate on the time you had left, rather than that which you have lost.

Her thoughts moved to this past evening, and, in fact, it truthfully had been one of the best she had had in a long time. She had Kankuro to thank for that-and Kankuro alone. He had made her laugh, and he had taken her out tonight. They had snuck into his own home, and been thrown out of a restaurant-behavior Sakura would have never dreamed about prior to tonight. It seemed that Kankuro really was bringing out another side of her.

And that scared the pink-haired leaf kunoichi.

What was she to do now? Hanging out with Kankuro was changing her-and the very definition that she held of herself. She was the Hokage's apprentice-a good, loyal, well-behaved kunoichi who never did any wrong and was a good example for people everywhere. Now here she was hanging around none of than the Kazekage's brother, and getting thrown out of places, wreaking havoc and causing trouble-and she was on an ambassadorial mission. So shouldn't she be feeling even the slightest bit ashamed of herself? Maybe the other part of her was, but why wasn't she now?

When Kankuro had brushed his hand against hers a moment ago, why had it sent shocks of pleasure throughout her body? Why does his presence around her make her feel warm and fuzzy, the exact opposite of what she should feel?

Sakura had a theory-a horrible, nasty, potentially career-ending theory. Was she attracted to Kankuro of the Sand- a much older jounin, a Sand ninja, and brother to the kazekage? As Sakura mulled this thought over, she quickly realized she had already known the answer.

She was.

She was attracted to him-and worse than that, she…liked him.

The more logical side of her resisted the urge to beat her head repeatedly against the wall. How stupid could she get? Although she had yet to know the details of his previous "relationships", she could take a pretty accurate guess. Just judging by the way he acted, and the way the other girls in the village looked at him-some with lust, some with a scorned hatred-he was not exactly the best boyfriend material. This was bound to end in disaster...

…exactly as it had 6 years ago. Sakura couldn't prevent her head from ducking down. Luckily Kankuro didn't notice, though. He was still busy going on about Gaara and Matsuri. It was a good thing that he was still talking, or he would have noticed her misery. Six years ago was when she had confessed her feelings to Sasuke, and on top of denying her feelings, he knocked her out and left her on a bench, taking the opportunity to make off into the night and defect from their village.

Not that she thought Kankuro would ever do that sort of thing, but Sakura was petrified. Ever since that incident, she had been afraid-deeply afraid-of letting anyone that close ever again. She had learned from that rejection-and from that incident-that it wasn't worth the hurt to go through that again. Thus, she was afraid of going through that level of heartbreak again. What was she to do now? Did Kankuro honestly return her feelings? Just what was she to him? Was she someone who he would want a serious relationship with? Or did he just want a romp in the sack?

Sakura resisted the urge to panic. This was Kankuro…she knows him, and she knows how he is. She knew that however he may act with the other girls; he wouldn't jeopardize the alliance between their two villages for nothing. He wouldn't want to just sleep with her and risk both of their jobs for nothing…right?

Right.

So therefore, Sakura made the decision to trust him…for now.

By this time, they had made their way to the 3rd floor-to their rooms-and Kankuro had stopped with Sakura at her door. He awkwardly shifted his weight onto his other leg, and he casually shrugged his shoulders and slipped his hands in his pockets. "Thanks for hanging out with me tonight, Sakura," he grinned, "I had fun tonight. Really."

Sakura returned his grin with a smile, "Me too Kankuro. And thank you for showing me around, too." She ran a hand distractedly through her hair, and she glanced at her door. Suddenly, the fatigue in her expression was apparent, and it alerted Kankuro to just how late it was. It had to have been about one in the morning already. Still, he couldn't help but think to himself how cute she looked like that. Even though she was tired, with her hair all messed up from running her fingers through it, he could still see the cherry tint to her lips, and the way her eyes shined. She was beautiful.

And without fully knowing it or understanding why he did it, he took a couple of steps and closed the distance between them. He wrapped his right hand around her waist and pulled her flush against him-there was no space in between them. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, and he resisted the urge to groan with satisfaction. Her eyes grew wide and she only had the chance to gasp out, "Kankuro, what-" before he brought both hands up to cup her face and hungrily pressed his lips to hers in a passionate and fierce kiss.

Sakura was conflicted only for a moment before she automatically melted into his kiss. She brought her right hand up, knocking off his hood and running her fingers through his thick brown hair. She wrapped her other arm around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, and they both moaned, each taking pleasure in the feel of the other. Instinctively, he pushed his lower half into hers, and she could feel his already rapidly hardening member through their layers of clothing. Groans erupted from the contact, and he pressed his lips to hers even harder, if possible. The kiss soon turned to one of pure lust, and the two were fiercely combating each other over control of the kiss. Sakura licked his bottom lip for permission and he obliged, but soon took over. They were battling for control, each wanting to taste the other, and unsurprisingly Kankuro won. Suddenly, Sakura pulled away to breathe, and Kankuro finally came to his senses; he had finally realized what he had been doing. He gasped in shock, his eyes widened, and he instantly stepped back, putting space in between the two again. He frantically tried to apologize, barely managing, "Sorry, Sakura…I…didn't…I…have to…Night!" He quickly turned around and quickly walked back to his room. He fumbled for the key he kept in his pocket, and hurriedly unlocked the door. He couldn't step into his room, though, because Sakura was still standing in front of her door in a dazed state, her lips swollen from his kisses, and still trying to regain her breath. As he took in the exhausted, confused kunoichi, something happened that had never happened with any other woman before. His heart melted.

"Aw hell," he grumbled to himself, and he jogged back to Sakura, taking her face back into his hands. "Sakura?" He questioned somewhat hesitantly, wanting to make sure she was okay but secretly hoping she wasn't angry.

That seemed to do the trick. At the mention of her name, she perked up. Her gaze lifted to meet his, and although she was still breathing rapidly and her eyes were glazed over, he knew she was still paying attention to him. He smiled softly at her current state, and gently took her lips with his once more, softly soothing her confusion and worry. When he pulled away, he kissed her forehead softly and whispered, "Goodnight, Sakura. Sleep well," before he slowly removed his hands from her cheeks and brushed his hand against her hair.

Before he could mess anything else up, he quickly turned on his heel and walked toward his room. When he reached the door, he turned to her and smiled softly once again, and a flicker of something Sakura couldn't identify flashed in his eyes, before he disappeared through the door and into his room. It wasn't until the door closed behind him, shutting him away completely from her view until Sakura finally whispered, "Good night to you too, Kankuro."

Dazedly, she turned and fumbled with the lock on the door until it opened. She stumbled into her room, too exhausted to comprehend anything, until she collapsed on her bed. Within minutes she was asleep, taking with her the images and memory of what had happened in the hall only minutes before.

It would surely be hell in the morning.
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