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Supernova Nexus // Chapter Seven [KakaSaku - FIN]

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Chapter 7: What a lovely way to burn
Oh what a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
And what a lovely way to burn
Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever, when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning, fever all through the night


Fever by Peggy Lee

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       Sakura remained frozen and fixed her eyes on the black figure. Even without sensing his chakra she knew who it was. Who else could it be, really?
       He gracefully leapt from the roof and landed without a sound mere feet from her, unfurling to his full five-foot-eleven-inch height.
       “What are we?” Sakura asked in a small voice. It was almost desperate, how she asked it, not quite knowing the answer herself, needing some kind of guidance and reassurance. She remained in place, unmoved. Thoughts of a shower and sleep melted away, replaced by this much more pressing need.
       “Complicated,” Kakashi replied softly.
       Sakura sighed and resisted the pull of his gently illuminated gaze. She crossed her arms over her chest as if to shield herself from him in her obvious vulnerability. But isn’t that what you want? A part of her purred. You become vulnerable to someone when you let them in. In knowing you better than anyone else, you allow them the strength and knowledge to either tear down your entire world, or help make it better.
       “We've somehow complicated the simplistic,” she responded, ignoring the voice. It was only purring, but somehow she felt as if it was still screaming at her.
       “So it would seem.” His hands were stuffed into his pockets and she couldn’t deduce anything from his stance. Neither of them budged. A strangely unfamiliar nervous energy tinged the air between them.
       “What do we want to be, Kakashi?” The words clogged her throat; she nearly had to choke them out. They stood in calculated silence.
       “I don't know,” came his eloquent reply.
       “I'm not sure, either. I don't really understand myself right now,” Sakura admitted after a sigh. Out of her periphery, since she still wasn’t looking directly at him, she caught him nodding his head.
       “This…terrain…is new to me as well.”
       A pregnant pause filled the space around them, encasing them in it.
       They had made progress; they had both stepped up and confessed, admitting that there was something happening, though not really knowing what. But neither of them seemed to know how to proceed from the point at which they stood together, balanced on the precipice of…something.
       “Well,” Sakura began, taking a hesitant step forward, “whatever this is, or might be…we could just take it slow. Our lives aren't in jeopardy, no dangerous missions are going to crop up any time soon to possibly muck things up. Under usual circumstances in our lives as shinobi, this would be even more complicated, but right now, we have the luxury of time. I say let's take advantage of it. I mean, well, if that’s what we both want to do.” There, she had done it. She had taken the initiative and made the first move, put herself out there in the face of possible rejection. Again.
       Kakashi reflected on her words for a few agonizing moments, letting none of his thought processes show. He could have simply been toying with her, for all she knew – making it seem like he was weighing her words when really he was deliberately making her crazy and thinking about what he might have for dinner the next night.
       Shit, Sakura scolded herself. This is exactly what I did with Sasuke. The lines were unclear, I offered myself up, and he spit in my face. Shit shit, what if it happens again? Oh, Sakura…at the rate you’re going, you might as well ask Naruto out and make it a whole set. Your forehead is big enough, you should get a tattoo across it that says “I dated team 7!” and go live as hermit up in the Yondaime’s right rock nostril--
        Kakashi took a confirming step toward her. Her eyes widened and her mind went from zero to sixty in a second.
       “We'll give it space and time, see if it grows,” Kakashi agreed.
       “No pressure,” Sakura breathed.
       “No pressure,” he repeated.
       Sakura looked down at her shaking hands in disbelief. Is this what it feels like when someone accepts your advances? Like pure bliss injected into your veins?
       Catapulted up to a glorious high by his response, Sakura smiled shyly and took another big, coy step toward him, almost bridging the gap entirely.
       “If it’s not too forward…we could seal it…with a kiss?” she cajoled, somehow removed of fear and shame. Adrenaline is a funny thing.
       Kakashi didn’t immediately react, in a good or bad way, and Sakura began to backpedal, flushing furiously. She resumed her self-deprecation in her mind as she tried to put a verbal Band-Aid on the situation.
       “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, of course it’s too—“
       His lips, bare and warm, were on hers. She melted in the feel of him, closing her eyes at the pure felicity radiating through her. It felt amazing. It felt right.

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       Sakura floated on cloud nine the entire next day at work. Her mood didn’t depress even when a patient’s leg, which was having trouble mending, spurted blood all over her face. Shizune was baffled, but couldn’t complain about her revitalized work ethic.
       She nearly skipped home afterwards, very much looking forward to the note that would be awaiting her in her mailbox, especially after yesterday. When she flipped open the door, there was only one piece of mail. No note.
       She searched and searched inside and around the box, but came up with nothing.
       Deflated and a touch panicky, she let herself into her apartment and stopped just inside the door, cocking her head. There was something on the dining room table, something she hadn’t left there that morning. She approached it slowly.
       A green mug, much like the favorite chartreuse one she annihilated against the wall many months ago in her anger at Sasuke, was sitting atop her placement with a note tucked inside. She warmed through immediately.
       Sakura, Kakashi’s messy handwriting began. Sakura had to repress a goofy grin threatening to bloom across her face.
       You always were my favorite.
       Kakashi
       PS: Forget about Sasuke. He’s always been more trouble than he’s worth. Believe me.
       See you tonight?

       Sakura cradled the mug in her hands and smiled.
[“I think dying like a star would satisfy me,” she whispered. “All bright and brilliant and beautiful, one last hurrah before you cease to exist at all. And even then, others can see your light for a while, see what you contributed to your village and to the world though you’ve been long gone."]

This is chapter seven (and final) of my entry for the summer contest over at :iconkakasakudevotion: which can be located here: kakasakudevotion.deviantart.co… 

I want to thank :iconsassy-sas: for hosting this contest over on KakaSakuDevotion and for allowing me to partake! I must be honest, this summer I wasn't sure if it would get done, but I'm glad I gave it a try anyway. Writing this 'fic also helped me get back into working on writing my own personal novel, which has unfortunately sat unfinished for waaaay too long. So, cheers all around! Thank you also to all the contestants - can't wait to see what the competition cranks out this time! :)

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