Scars“Am I ever going to see what’s beneath the mask?”Scars by princezsupastar
Kakashi looked up from his book to raise an eyebrow at Sakura, who sat opposite of him on the couch, appearing to be somewhat frustrated.
“What do you mean?” he questioned airily.
Sakura couldn’t help but let out a small groan, knowing that Kakashi was going to try and brush her question off, as he usually did.
It had only been a few weeks since they had developed a relationship further than that of former student and teacher, as well as comrades. It had begun when she had suddenly kissed him upon his return of a lengthy and dangerous mission, overwhelmed with relief that he had come back to Konoha that she hadn’t been made aware of her actions until his lips pressed back against her own in response.
It had been an awkward and unusual courting, dealing with the natural progression of a romance along with their history and other people’s reactions. Tsunade had made it pretty clear that she
Kakashi's Welcome Rain speckled the window in rhythmic pulses, egging Sakura on as she grunted and clattered around the kitchen under the poor lighting that diseased Kakashi’s apartment. Cookbooks were strewn across the cramped laminate countertop, flour covering everything in sight with a light dusting like snow.Kakashi's Welcome by Vickerooni
The pinkette whisked madly into the bowl cradled in the bend of her arm, resisting the urge to wipe at the perspiration she swore she felt beading on her forehead under her bangs. It had been a very long time, Sakura thought as she worked, since she had done anything remotely close to baking. The last memory she could recall doing such things involved a tiny version of her, barely able to see onto the kitchen table, and her mother cracking eggs into a metal bowl with a faint clang. Anything her mother might have taught her that day was lost in the adult Sakura’s mind now, replaced by jutsus and years of chakra control tra
Billiards, Brandy and a BetDisclaimer: I, Lady Sassy Sas, do hereby disclaim all rights to the wonderful world that is Naruto.Billiards, Brandy and a Bet by Sassy-Sas
They sat in winged-backed chairs around a small circular table, each holding glasses with an amber coloured liquid in them. They were having a quiet discussion about politics and work, the fire roaring in the ornate fireplace casting shadows around the large room.
One of them sighed, drinking the last of the brandy in his glass before refilling from the decanter. The small dog that belonged to the owner of the manor lay in front of the fire sleeping contently.
Another man sighed and shifted before re-settling. "He's not doing himself any favours." The other two made sounds of agreement. "But he knows he can get away with it where she's concerned. She'll blow up but she'll love it deep down."
"He's going to get himself killed," another said as he refilled his glass.
"They grew up together did they not?"
The dark brunette shifted in his seat again. "I wonder if the D
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