One Day at a Time

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Day Fifty: Today

Today was the day of the deal. The Leaf nin might already have interrupted it, be in the middle of a fight, or maybe still hunkered down waiting for the perfect moment for an ambush. It was impossible to know, they'd have to wait another four days before the team returned home. Yet, Kakashi was pratically glued to his bed, when he was itching to be there, wishing he could be the one to deliver the final blow to Koroku.


But no, he was stuck here doing nothing.

Sakura's room was calling his name. The Copy Nin could sense that no one was in there with her right then, so they would be alone together. Deep down, a little voice told him that he shouldn't visit her, or at least not while they wouldn't have company. If only he didn't feel the need to see her so badly, this would be much easier.

Even if his stomach was churning uncomfortably, the silver-haired jonin hauled himself into his wheelchair and headed towards his teammate's room. When he knocked on her door, he didn't know what to expect. He could clearly remember her being livid and calling him every dirty name she could muster just a few days ago.

"Come in." Sakura called softly. At least, she wasn't outright agressive towards him.

"Yo." The Copy Nin greeted as he entered her room and closed the door behind him.

"Hi." The girl replied as she sat up, folding her hands in her lap and fidgeting with her fingers.

"How're you feeling?" The older man asked as he stopped by her bedside, giving her a quick look over. His friend seemed a little uneasy about his presence, but she looked healthier. Color had returned to her pale cheeks, her eyes recovering their spark a little more every day.

"I'm getting better. I'll be off the IV feeding in two days." The pinkette replied with some enthusiasm.

"How're your legs? Come here, let me check for myself."

"It's okay, Shizune's been taking care of it." Kakashi shook his head as he patted his legs.

"No, show me." The kunoichi ordered and scooted to the other side of the bed to offer him enough space.

With a defeated sigh, her ex-sensei obeyed. As soon as he was settled in the spot she had reserved for him, her hands moved to tug the legs of his pants up until they bunched at the top of his thighs. The soft glow of her chakra appeared below her palms as they hovered above his injuries, seeping into his flesh and prodding around. Getting checked like this was always uncomfortable, if not even painful.

"You're probably going to be able to walk with crutches in a couple days." The girl announced, grinning. "No more wheelchair for mister Hatake."

"That's good to know." He mumbled as he smoothed his pants down.

"So what else did you come here for?" His eye widened ever so slightly, wondering where that had come from.

"Can't I visit my teammate just because I'm worried about her?" The masked ninja asked incredulously as he settled more comfortably on the mattress.

"I already told you I'm fine." She replied, shrugging her shoulders.

"I just wanted to spend some time with you, Sakura." The young woman sucked her lower lip, gaze dropping to her lap.

"Oh."

"Did you still want to go on that date?" Kakashi was well aware that the question came out of nowhere, but it was the only way he found to steer the conversation to a more pleasant subject.

"Um... I guess so." The girl blurted out, blinking a few times. "You did promise."

"What do you want to do?" Her fingers wrapped around a stray strand of hair, twirling it around unconsciously as she thought of her answer.

"I can't think of something just like that." The pinkette mumbled, a frown appearing on her features.

"Shouldn't you be the one planning it, anyway?"

"I guess that's true." The silver-haired man replied miserably, scratching the back of his head with his eye closed in mock humiliation. "I'll try and come up with something nice then."


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