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Lucid	By : Rashaka Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1318 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Comments: Done quicker than I thought! I feel very relaxed and pleased with this chapter. It’s kind of filler, but at the same time it marks an important turning point for Sakura. I know that you guys have probably read all the different Kakasaku fics out there, the same ones I have. And so you know how tricky it is to get either character right: Sakura can be the slutty student, the wounded woman, the naïve virgin, the strong and passionate warrior. My Sakura is a little of all of those, and you’ll be in for some surprises with her, I can tell you. Look underneath the underneath, and then look some more. *wink*

Soundtrack for this chapter: Thea Gilmore – “This Girl Is Taking Bets”

Lucid

8 – I’m gonna climb my way to Heaven on your ladder

Sakura woke the next day with headache only half as bad as the one sported by the boy moaning on her couch. She looked down at her blond teammate, his gangly legs and arms spread over her parents’ couch like a comatose golden monkey, and affection filled her heart. Naruto was a brat through and through, but he was really quite adorable sometimes, and he was her best friend after Ino. Sakura leaned down over the snoring young man, kissed his forehead, and dropped a handful of ice down his shirt.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

“Oh god Neji why?” Uzumaki cried, jumping up from the couch with his teeth chattering, rubbing his arms up and down. Well, this was an interesting reaction, the newly seventeen-year-old hostess thought.

“Why is it always snow with that guy?” Naruto muttered, shivering and looking around for his socks. Sakura had no answer for that either, because she’d never seen Neji have anything to do with snow.

“I don’t think Neji even has any ice attacks,” Sakura said, holding out Naruto’s shoes. Her teammate took them with a grateful nod.

“He does, I know it. He’s keeping it secret so that the next time we fight he can surprise me and freeze me to death. It’s completely unexpected, completely out of character. Sneaky bastard.”

“You’re still sore because he blames you for Hinata dumping you, I see.”

Naruto’s baby blue eyes watered, and he grabbed Sakura’s hands in his, like a penitent pilgrim. “It’s just not fair, Sakura! She dumped me, broke my heart, and he acts like its my fault. He follows me everywhere and he tried to kill me twice last week, I swear to the Hokage.”

Sakura shook her head, and smiled placating as she unwrapped herself from his grip. “Can’t help you. Neji doesn’t even like his cousin, so whatever you did to make him think he needs vengeance on her behalf must have been bad.”

“I don’t want to get into it,” he mumbled. When Sakura patted his shoulder, he plastered rueful a smile on his face. “Go get dressed, birthday girl! I’m taking you out for ramen.”

Lunch with Naruto was a pleasant distraction. He typically kept conversation light and while his eating habits still resembled the orphan hooligan she grew up with, her friend had finally learned to slow down enough to enjoy company and noodles at the same pace. Their easy discussion allowed Sakura to devote the remainder of her thoughts to an idea she’d been flirting with since the party last night, dangling it before her imagination as she pondered the ups and downs.

The idea was simple, straightforward, and preposterous: Haruno Sakura wanted to make Kakashi, her erstwhile genin instructor and former squad leader, fall in madly love with her.

When they’d stood together in the kitchen, the noise of festivity swirling in the background, she had observed an aberration in his behavior. It niggled at her mind for the rest of the evening and into the morning: something about the way Kakashi approached her had been deeply different from all their previous encounters, going back years. The difference was fundamental, vast, and Sakura was almost frightened to know it was possible. He’d not just approached her as a congratulatory friend; he’d approached her for the sole sake of spending time with her. He’d stood in her kitchen and looked at Sakura just to look at her—and he’d never done anything like that before.

Chuunin Haruno Sakura was not merely the Hokage’s apprentice because of her refined chakra control; she was a genius who’d beaten Uchiha Sasuke more than once in grades and who could survive a game of Go with Shikamaru with her pride intact, even if she only managed to achieve a draw. She didn’t like to flatter herself too often, but she was brilliant and she knew it. So figuring out this puzzle? It was not a difficult challenge. The simplest answer was usually the right one, and Sakura knew the simplest answer was that Hatake Kakashi, for whatever reason, was vulnerable to her.

The rush of power she got from that thought was incredible.

She’d seen it in his eyes, felt it in his fingertips. She hadn’t imagined his reactions or exaggerated them through beer goggles. Kakashi had allowed himself to be physically vulnerable around her and Sakura instinctively knew it would happen again. She could make it happen any time she wanted.

The more she picked at it, the further around the edges of logic she nibbled, the more appealing the idea of making him fall for her sounded. What she had here was a unique opportunity. Kakashi was older, attractive, single, and uncomplicated. He didn’t have relationships, he had flings with his hand and sometimes with civilians, a fact she only knew because she was best friends with Ino, matriarch of the gossip surrounding their circle of friends and colleagues. Sakura had never felt desired by a man like him before, much less a man she’d known when she was a child, was it only five years ago? It seemed so much longer, and they were all so different now.

This could be a challenge for her, a self-imposed mission. She’d been lonely since her previously disastrous relationship had fallen apart, and she’d been itching to assert her indolence. She was getting her own place, she was almost ready to try for jounin, and it was about time she got a lover.

“Kakashi would be perfect for it.”

“Perfect for what?” Naruto asked. Sakura stamped down a blush.

“Nothing, just a thought I had for something Tsunade-sama was asking me about. Mission stuff.” Simple, clean, boring. It was a beautiful lie. “Are you finished? I want to meet up with Ino today,” she added.

Naruto belched, and Sakura took that as her cue to leave.

A few hours later she sat in the back room of the Yamanaka florist house with Ino, spilling the entire story with the grace of a toddler dropping a cup of milk down her shirt.

"And that's when I decided to make him fall in love with me," she finished.

Ino was more than a little shocked to hear it. She pursed her lips and looked at her friend sideways. "Kakashi-sensei?"

"Shh! You're too loud, Ino. Anyway, yes—Kakashi.”

"I know you're still smarting,” the other girl replied, “over your break-up with L—"

"Hey!"

"With you know who, but I don't think going for someone older is going to solve your problems."

But what did Ino know? Ino had never dated anyone older than twenty.

"I don't have ‘problems’. Remember? That was several months ago and I dropped him. I just don't want you saying his name because whenever one of us does, it seems to magically summon him."

“You can’t change the topic on me. I mean, this is crazy! This is the craziest plan you’ve ever had. I know you like chasing the unattainable but chasing your sensei is taking it too far. Teams get destroyed by this kind of stuff.”

Sakura shook her head vigorously, tapping her fingers on the arm of her chair. "We haven’t been on a team together in two and a half years, since Naruto’s return. You didn't see it, Ino,” she replied. “The way he looked at me."

“Like he wanted to eat you?”

“No. Yes. No, no. Not like he wanted to eat me. It was more like he was trying to look past my eyes and find something there that he didn’t know how to talk about. And he held my hand like it was a rare, beautiful weapon and he was window-shopping.”

“Maybe he thought you had a hangnail,” Ino said dryly.

“I don’t know what he thought,” Sakura moaned, and cupped her chin in her fingers. “But I know that I can make him look at me like that again. I want to.”

“He’s a lot older than us,” her friend said. “Not just a couple years older—a lot older. More than ten.”

"So he's an older guy," she shrugged, like this fact was as relevant to the issue as his way of drinking coffee.

"Kakashi isn't 'a guy', Sakura, he's a man."

Sakura pointed and herself and Ino, then made a sort of squiggly, up and down gesture that seemed to encompass the fact that they both had boobs and legs. "What's your point?"

The blonde shinobi held up her hands in defeat. “Don’t listen to me then! Don’t listen to poor Ino, who only has your best interests at heart, and who also happens to have had more experience at all the dirty parts of the game. I’ll just watch this parade from the sidelines. You go have fun making out with grandpa.”

Grandpa? Sakura scowled. “I’ll have you know, Kakashi is a bona fied hottie.”

“Had to take his temperature already?” Ino smirked. “Did you give him his daily arthritis regimen, too?”

Sakura playfully punched her, and countered, “Just wait, you’ll see it all happen. He’s going to fall at my feet.”

“Like a geriatric?”
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