Therapy in Words [Letter 3: A Night to Remember]
Fandom/Pairing: Naruto [Kakashi/Sakura]
Title: Therapy in Words
Summary: The Hokage is no psychologist, but that doesn't mean she can't - and won't - force her ninja to solve their differences through paper and pen.
Therapy in Words
Dear stranger,
Sakura likes to wear lace panties.
I didn't ask.
She showed me. :)
Sincerely,
Kakashi
Dear friend,
Worst. Night. Ever.
This morning, I woke up with a big headache. I hardly had any clothes on, and my bed is soaking wet. I completely embarrassed myself the night before! Ugh! I can't believe I did that! Do you want to know what this week's assignment was? “Discover something you didn't know about each other.”
I'll start from yesterday night.
I have this friend. We'll call him “Dog Boy.” My teammates aren't around much, due to serious complications. Even though we're back together, the two of them still have a lot to work out, especially during missions again. Therefore, I've been spending some time with some other friends around the village. There's “Flower Power”, “Cloud Watcher”, “In Love with Ramen Dork”, and a few others. Last night, I paid Dog Boy a visit, and we... walked his dog. Nothing too exciting. We chatted a little bit, had some quick dinner at the ramen stand, and just kept walking. We walked until it got past dark. Eventually, we walked back to his house to drop off his huge dog. For some reason, Dog Boy still calls him a puppy, but the thing is like a horse. Anyway, I ended up saying a quick 'hello' to his parents while I was there. Then a quick 'hello' suddenly turned into a huge feast with plenty of alcohol and story-telling. Just a side note, but his parents are really cool. By the time things died down, Dog Boy offered to walk me home, since I was a bit... intoxicated.
However, the walk home never happened. And before you ask, the answer is 'no'. No, we did not do anything inappropriate or remotely close to any of the scenes in your gutter brain. Although, there definitely involved some clothes being taken off, and thrown somewhere to which it may be found later this morning by an innocent child. I'll explain now.
Instead of escorting me home, Dog Boy led me to the diving cliff at the river located by the training grounds near his house. I probably should have noticed when we never passed any of the street signs that led to my apartment. I also probably shouldn't have let his parents offer me so much liquor. For some ingenious reason, I seem to have thought Dog Boy was capable of great, fun ideas. For example, diving off the cliff in our undies. Why did I go along with it? Because that's what drunken ninja do.
We were laughing and joking and stumbling over ourselves like this wasn't a big deal. It really wasn't, until later. We stripped down, threw our clothes somewhere in the bushes, and raced across the river to the cliff. He was down to his boxers, but it didn't seem like he was embarrassed at all. He was as tipsy as I was, and much too comfortable with his body being exposed. I seem to be likewise when I've got a few drinks in me. I should have been ashamed, or too nervous to show off that much skin in front of a guy like Dog Boy. I guess my wild side tends to show a bit more when I'm not sober and constantly screaming at my blonde teammate. He jumped first, nearly tripping over the side of the cliff in his excitement. I followed right after. I don't remember screaming, but I'm sure I did. I'm sure I screamed very loudly, and still laughed while I plunged into the water. Needless to say, I got sober real quick.
In all honestly, though, it was quite fun. It was spontaneous. It was daring. It was giving me a rush. Or maybe that was the vodka. I don't know. Either way, I was having a great time in the water with Dog Boy, until things turned into a nightmare by the guest appearance of none other than my lazy, porn-reading, never-on-time leader - Crow.
I picked myself up out of the water to follow Dog Boy to shore, but I noticed he stopped his tracks when he was only knee-high. He knew we were in trouble. I was standing behind him, frozen in my place as well. I'm sure Dog Boy was thinking how much of a party pooper Crow was going to be now. I, on the other hand, was mentally frantic.
Crow was standing there, with a bright orange book of porn in one hand. I was standing in the river with water only to my waist. I mentioned we had stripped to our undies, correct? We were, quite frankly, skinny-dipping...while under the influence. I was caught red-handed and in my bra and panties! Oh, and they weren't just bra and panties. I had to be wearing lace. Lace, see-through bra and panties. Though at that point, I was pretty glad that all he could sneak was a sight at my breasts. All I could do was quickly cross my arms to cover myself.
Lucky for me, I was too out of my mind earlier to bother if Dog Boy had seen or not. Knowing him, he's probably seen better anyway, so he didn't think too much of what kind of curves I had, or lacked. I should probably assume that Crow would have thought the same way. If only he hadn't sent Dog Boy home immediately. If only he hadn't been oogling me from my wet hair to the goosebumps on my naked skin. If only he was simply yelling at me for being his horrible and worthless student! Instead, he closed his book and slipped it into its usual place in his pocket.
He asked, “Do your panties match?”
He said that! He really did! Those words most definitely left Crow's mouth last night! I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, because it is widely assumed that he's as bad of a pervert as Jiraiya, considering how fixed he is on those darn books. Yet, that still wasn't the worst part of the night! The worst part was that I played along with it, for who knows what reason! Maybe I was still a little drunk after that dive, or maybe silly, stupid little Sakura thought she could pick a fight with a world-famous shinobi.
So yeah, I played his little game, and I'm still very embarrassed by what I did. I was half-way out of the water, and I was most likely having a rotten attitude for having my fun being ruined. I looked at Crow, the same way I look at myself in the mirror just before my shower, acting as if I was a showgirl on stage. This wasn't the mirror, though. This was Crow. My jade eyes met his one dark eye, and I smirked. I didn't smile. I smirked, lifting that one corner of my lips to put on a show for him. I beckoned him into the river with a crooked finger.
“Don't you want to find out?”
Stupid, right? As if I really thought Crow would just drop the issue, walk away, and remind himself of why we were doing these “therapy letters” in the first place. Of course not.
Instead, he started taking off his clothes, calling my bluff! He had stripped his entire top off before I laughed and joked about he shouldn't underestimate the wiles of a girl like me, trying to play it off as I walked as close to the shore as I could without giving him a free show. He didn't even say anything or reply. He just stood there without a shirt, waiting for me to get out of the river. I wouldn't have been surprised if I found out he burned my clothes so I could never find them!
Eventually, I had to steel my nerves and finish our game of flirting. I just wanted to go home as soon as possible. I uncrossed my arms and kept walking to the shore, the top of my panties just barely in clear sight.
“Last chance to save yourself, sensei.”
He didn't speak. He just stepped into the water, motioning towards me, that look in his eye having too much fun in this little joke, but sending chills of intimidation down my spine all the same.
With my last ounce of nerves, I joked, “Don't be so spoiled.” Then I bolted out of there into the trees, dashing half-naked through the village in the middle of night just to climb into my soft, warm bed covers and tell myself how stupid I am, over and over again. How embarrassing I was. How embarrassing I still am!
Oh, and I bet you're wondering if I even completed this week's assignment. Yes, I did discover something I didn't know about Crow. He's got exactly eight scars on his abs. It's not that I was looking so intently. I just happened to notice.
Sincerely,
Sakura
Title: Therapy in Words
Summary: The Hokage is no psychologist, but that doesn't mean she can't - and won't - force her ninja to solve their differences through paper and pen.
Therapy in Words
Dear stranger,
Sakura likes to wear lace panties.
I didn't ask.
She showed me. :)
Sincerely,
Kakashi
Dear friend,
Worst. Night. Ever.
This morning, I woke up with a big headache. I hardly had any clothes on, and my bed is soaking wet. I completely embarrassed myself the night before! Ugh! I can't believe I did that! Do you want to know what this week's assignment was? “Discover something you didn't know about each other.”
I'll start from yesterday night.
I have this friend. We'll call him “Dog Boy.” My teammates aren't around much, due to serious complications. Even though we're back together, the two of them still have a lot to work out, especially during missions again. Therefore, I've been spending some time with some other friends around the village. There's “Flower Power”, “Cloud Watcher”, “In Love with Ramen Dork”, and a few others. Last night, I paid Dog Boy a visit, and we... walked his dog. Nothing too exciting. We chatted a little bit, had some quick dinner at the ramen stand, and just kept walking. We walked until it got past dark. Eventually, we walked back to his house to drop off his huge dog. For some reason, Dog Boy still calls him a puppy, but the thing is like a horse. Anyway, I ended up saying a quick 'hello' to his parents while I was there. Then a quick 'hello' suddenly turned into a huge feast with plenty of alcohol and story-telling. Just a side note, but his parents are really cool. By the time things died down, Dog Boy offered to walk me home, since I was a bit... intoxicated.
However, the walk home never happened. And before you ask, the answer is 'no'. No, we did not do anything inappropriate or remotely close to any of the scenes in your gutter brain. Although, there definitely involved some clothes being taken off, and thrown somewhere to which it may be found later this morning by an innocent child. I'll explain now.
Instead of escorting me home, Dog Boy led me to the diving cliff at the river located by the training grounds near his house. I probably should have noticed when we never passed any of the street signs that led to my apartment. I also probably shouldn't have let his parents offer me so much liquor. For some ingenious reason, I seem to have thought Dog Boy was capable of great, fun ideas. For example, diving off the cliff in our undies. Why did I go along with it? Because that's what drunken ninja do.
We were laughing and joking and stumbling over ourselves like this wasn't a big deal. It really wasn't, until later. We stripped down, threw our clothes somewhere in the bushes, and raced across the river to the cliff. He was down to his boxers, but it didn't seem like he was embarrassed at all. He was as tipsy as I was, and much too comfortable with his body being exposed. I seem to be likewise when I've got a few drinks in me. I should have been ashamed, or too nervous to show off that much skin in front of a guy like Dog Boy. I guess my wild side tends to show a bit more when I'm not sober and constantly screaming at my blonde teammate. He jumped first, nearly tripping over the side of the cliff in his excitement. I followed right after. I don't remember screaming, but I'm sure I did. I'm sure I screamed very loudly, and still laughed while I plunged into the water. Needless to say, I got sober real quick.
In all honestly, though, it was quite fun. It was spontaneous. It was daring. It was giving me a rush. Or maybe that was the vodka. I don't know. Either way, I was having a great time in the water with Dog Boy, until things turned into a nightmare by the guest appearance of none other than my lazy, porn-reading, never-on-time leader - Crow.
I picked myself up out of the water to follow Dog Boy to shore, but I noticed he stopped his tracks when he was only knee-high. He knew we were in trouble. I was standing behind him, frozen in my place as well. I'm sure Dog Boy was thinking how much of a party pooper Crow was going to be now. I, on the other hand, was mentally frantic.
Crow was standing there, with a bright orange book of porn in one hand. I was standing in the river with water only to my waist. I mentioned we had stripped to our undies, correct? We were, quite frankly, skinny-dipping...while under the influence. I was caught red-handed and in my bra and panties! Oh, and they weren't just bra and panties. I had to be wearing lace. Lace, see-through bra and panties. Though at that point, I was pretty glad that all he could sneak was a sight at my breasts. All I could do was quickly cross my arms to cover myself.
Lucky for me, I was too out of my mind earlier to bother if Dog Boy had seen or not. Knowing him, he's probably seen better anyway, so he didn't think too much of what kind of curves I had, or lacked. I should probably assume that Crow would have thought the same way. If only he hadn't sent Dog Boy home immediately. If only he hadn't been oogling me from my wet hair to the goosebumps on my naked skin. If only he was simply yelling at me for being his horrible and worthless student! Instead, he closed his book and slipped it into its usual place in his pocket.
He asked, “Do your panties match?”
He said that! He really did! Those words most definitely left Crow's mouth last night! I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, because it is widely assumed that he's as bad of a pervert as Jiraiya, considering how fixed he is on those darn books. Yet, that still wasn't the worst part of the night! The worst part was that I played along with it, for who knows what reason! Maybe I was still a little drunk after that dive, or maybe silly, stupid little Sakura thought she could pick a fight with a world-famous shinobi.
So yeah, I played his little game, and I'm still very embarrassed by what I did. I was half-way out of the water, and I was most likely having a rotten attitude for having my fun being ruined. I looked at Crow, the same way I look at myself in the mirror just before my shower, acting as if I was a showgirl on stage. This wasn't the mirror, though. This was Crow. My jade eyes met his one dark eye, and I smirked. I didn't smile. I smirked, lifting that one corner of my lips to put on a show for him. I beckoned him into the river with a crooked finger.
“Don't you want to find out?”
Stupid, right? As if I really thought Crow would just drop the issue, walk away, and remind himself of why we were doing these “therapy letters” in the first place. Of course not.
Instead, he started taking off his clothes, calling my bluff! He had stripped his entire top off before I laughed and joked about he shouldn't underestimate the wiles of a girl like me, trying to play it off as I walked as close to the shore as I could without giving him a free show. He didn't even say anything or reply. He just stood there without a shirt, waiting for me to get out of the river. I wouldn't have been surprised if I found out he burned my clothes so I could never find them!
Eventually, I had to steel my nerves and finish our game of flirting. I just wanted to go home as soon as possible. I uncrossed my arms and kept walking to the shore, the top of my panties just barely in clear sight.
“Last chance to save yourself, sensei.”
He didn't speak. He just stepped into the water, motioning towards me, that look in his eye having too much fun in this little joke, but sending chills of intimidation down my spine all the same.
With my last ounce of nerves, I joked, “Don't be so spoiled.” Then I bolted out of there into the trees, dashing half-naked through the village in the middle of night just to climb into my soft, warm bed covers and tell myself how stupid I am, over and over again. How embarrassing I was. How embarrassing I still am!
Oh, and I bet you're wondering if I even completed this week's assignment. Yes, I did discover something I didn't know about Crow. He's got exactly eight scars on his abs. It's not that I was looking so intently. I just happened to notice.
Sincerely,
Sakura