When A Petal Falls

Life just slips in through a backdoor

Hey guys! Sorry for the wait! I am just going back to uni next Monday so I won't be able to update as regularly as I have been but I will be working on the story trust me. I am having far too much fun to vacate the premises. :P

Song note:/ She Used to be Mine by Sara Bareilles

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'Wither Genma thinks I'm a protective friend or an uncomfortable teacher in the mess of this doesn't matter. I just hope he understands me enough to know my friends aren't a game to be played with - and defiantly not in front of me.'

In the mess of the evening Kakashi risked another glance upwards to Yamato who was now taking on a weird and unhealthy looking pink hue. "Yamato, Yo!" Kakashi snapped his fingers lightly in front of the incredibly sulky face before him. Yamato turned away from the door now, eyes fixated on the table, "Senpai, why did we let her wander off with that all hands, no brain idiot?" Kakashi let out a long shallow sigh to give himself some time to piece his answer delicately together. "As far as I see it, who are we to follow them out that door, who exactly are we to think we have a right to interfere?" Yamato went to interrupt and Kakashi raised a single hand as if to shoo away Team 7's second captains voice. "I know why you're upset, but just think about how she would see it if we went and dragged that fool, toothpick and all, back in here. I personally think it would just be an insult on Sakura and her decisions." He concluded quickly as to let the almost hovering Yamato rattle off his own concerns. "I know Kakashi-Senpai, I know okay. It's just hard; I can't help the worry any more than you can." Kakashi felt himself pause in reflection of Yamato's words, a recurrent thought that maybe his comrade and his own worries over Sakura were in completely different corners of the world seemed to hold some buoyancy.

"Look, don't forget I know that Genma has built himself a collection of women, mostly likely enough to fill a small village. It's just..." he paused for a second, recollecting his spinning mind "I don't even know how to word this. Genma has been a... attraction as long as he's been old enough to understand the meaning behind the word. ...Yamato... Oi!" Kakashi flicked a coaster off the table in the direction of the intoxicated nin "I'm talking, stop looking at the damn door!" the coaster dutifully bounced off Yamato's forehead with excellent precision.

Kakashi continued his stream of explanation on the given cue of Yamato's slightly rattled return to the conversation. Via newly, slightly wobbly, reaffirmed eye contact. "I've never known Genma to be one who has to drop as low as manipulation. I really don't want to say this but regardless of his ways he's always respectful."

"Well Senpai, I trust your judgment but in thinking about how you've dealt with that other guy in the medic team... wait what was his name?" Yamato slurred slightly his eyes growing quizzical of his own memory capacity.

Kakashi in this moment of silence looked down at the table to see his friend lift a finger only to extend a slim branch from it. Perplexed he watched as Yamato lifted his now extended finger, branch and all, up and in to his drink. 'Using his Wood Release as a way to stir his drink huh?' Kakashi thought slightly amused.

"Ah! Hosho! Yes! That's It! I'm sure Genma saw your ruthless calculus against him. That'll deter him for sure..." a great smile now broke across Yamato's face, eyes forever great and moon like now pooling with childlike glee.

"Wait, what? What did I do to him?" Kakashi was completely puzzled, he didn't even remember a medic called Hosho. Lifting his arm Yamato lightly pointed at Kakashi and chuckled, his makeshift stirrer for his drink dripping slightly on to the table. "Oh I remember Hosho's face so well. You walked right in to the room with Genma when he was running his mouth off about a date he had with Sakura." Yamato paused then continued in a small voice "well... that was at least tasteful until he started with that nonsense about her being small enough to lift and push against..." Yamato's face fell completely now as his brain clearly reminded him of too much of a conversation he had wanted to completely burn from his memory.