First Romance

Summary: A first attempt at the romantic genre, one which revolves around Sakura. Her thoughts on life, history, and fate while lying in bed.

He came back again tonight. I could smell the dried blood as he sat on the side of my twin size bed. How my parents would react if they knew a strange man habitually crept through my window. I used to worry about my parents finding out, but the day after I moved into my apartment, I had no idea just how much longer this habit of his would go on. The man wasn't even informed about my new whereabouts, never mind the fact we hadn't worked together in some time.

..I blame Naruto and his ever moving mouth. Even in sleep, I would hear him complain about something or other, usually a request for more food. It would be no surprise to learn that he told Kakashi-sensei my new address. I hadn't seen the man in years, but the horror stories at work were enough to make me question the decision of having him as our cell teacher.

It must have been another one of those nights if the ANBU decided he was safer here rather the hospital or his own house. I got up, and he laid down, as if he owned the place. Taking the rudimentary cleaning necessities, I also went to the back of my closet, taking some pants and shirt much to large for me.

I blame not Naruto this time, but Kakashi. He continually found his way to my apartment, and when his head hit my pillow I couldn't do more then move his body around. I used to think this man was escaping his girlfriend, but his sleep talk started involving my name, and I choose to imagine that I share my name with his never mentioned girlfriend. Finding his measurements wasn't hard. He was like the dead in my bed. Buying the clothes were much harder, but I didn't have to bleach my sheets anymore. I've learned in my experience at work that it takes a heck of a lot more than water to get old blood out of sheets.

Having cleaned him up, sewing the necessary cuts and slashes, I wrapped his injuries in gauze and proceeded to step two.

Mission un-dressable is named for the fact that Sensei weighs more than me. A lot more, in fact. I juggle sitting him up and taking off his uniform top, then putting the new shirt on him. Where his lower half is concerned, I take off sandals and haul his middle up. Without going into detail, you can imagine how troublesome his lower half is. I look like an moron undressing and redressing him, but it takes ten minutes compared to the half hour when I dressed him like I should in my profession.

The cleaning and dressing over, you would think I could finally go to bed. You'd be wrong. The one time I was allowed to do that, he woke up before me and uttered the unbelievable.

"What did I drink last night, and what did we do?"

You would think that's my line. I end up telling him how he crawled through my window when I was sleeping, woke me up just to bleed all over my floor, force me to clean up after him, proceed to haul me on to the remaining free spot on the bed, and not let me go. Oh, how time flies when your memories flash before your eyes.The dirty uniform goes in a bag, and the medical stuff properly cleaned or thrown out appropriately.

It was 1 AM when he entered, and 2 AM when I can finally get back to sleep. Maybe he'll let me get up at 6 AM in the morning this time. Tsunade nearly had my head last time he refused.