Pairing: Kakasaku
Rating: T
Summary: After a failed jutsu experiment by Naruto, 26 year old Sakura accidentally swaps places with her 20 year old self.
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Excerpt:
“Maa, Sakura-chan, new look?”
Her head whips up to stare at him, a strange expression on her face and a noticeable furrow in her brow. Her mouth opens and closes a few times, as if she’s lost for words. (For Sakura, the silence more than anything else is an indicator that something is off.)
“Kakashi?” she calls out, her voice sounding unsure and the slightest bit dazed. “What are you doing here?”
He’s tempted to respond with something flippant like, ‘a little bird dropped me off on its way to work’, but an alarm bell is chirping in the back of his mind that has nothing to do with the randomness of her question. He’s told his former students to drop the ‘sensei’ suffix many, many times since the end of the war, yet the only one who does so with any regularity is Sasuke (and he suspects his wayward raven-haired student is just being rude). Sakura, for her part, has been consistently (annoyingly) respectful with the honorifics, always keeping the ‘sensei’ attached to the end of his name, and occasionally tacking on ‘sama’ when she’s feeling particularly cheeky.
It’s not bad (at all) to hear Sakura call his name without something extra cluttering up the end, but it is notable, only adding to the pure weirdness of their encounter thus far.
“Did you forget we were meeting to train today?”
“Meeting to…?” she repeats hesitantly.
“…”
“Are you feeling alright?” he inquires in a still amiable tone.
She stares at him with an unreadable expression before laughing nervously, her voice sounding a little higher-pitched than usual: “I think I’m a little confused, I thought… When did we decide that?”
He shoots her a puzzled look. “After the wedding yesterday, you insisted on sparring today to work off all the cake.”
“I don’t…” Apprehensive jade eyes scan his figure with an unsettling intensity, seeming to momentarily fixate on his hands as he folds his arms across his chest.
“You’re not wearing… Where’s your–”
She cuts off abruptly, eyebrows nearly fused into a single line of pink from how deeply they’re scrunched together. (He quickly checks that he’s wearing his mask, not sure what else she could have meant, but everything is in place as usual… What in Kami is she talking about?)
“Wait, did you say wedding? Who's wedding?”
There’s an urgency to her tone now and his posture stiffens in response, fingers automatically twitching towards his kunai pouch. Sakura may have indulged a bit in the open bar with the rest of them at the wedding, but this is… The way she’s acting doesn’t even make sense if she’s not Sakura. Last night was the biggest, most extravagant event to be held since the end of the war. The wedding was news that any spy would already have access to, so why is this Sakura look-alike playing dumb?
For now, he’ll play along. She seems genuinely confused and although a confused shinobi is still a dangerous shinobi, she isn’t making any move to attack. He puts his hands into his pockets to give off the appearance of nonchalance, his head slightly tilted to the side as he studies her reaction to his next words.
“Naruto and Hinata.”
“Naruto’s wedding,” she echoes dubiously, posture slumping in uncharacteristic defeatism.
She shakes her head with an air of disbelief. “I don’t understand, is this…?” she trails off, her soft voice swallowed up by the breeze.
He parrots her words back at her, prompting her to continue, “Is this…?”
Instead of answering, her eyes dart around anxiously, scouring their surroundings with a skeptical expression. She looks half-thoughtful, half-spooked before unexpectedly flaring her chakra in a genjutsu release, and Kakashi can feel the nerves of his ANBU guard spiking as they shift closer in the branches above. When nothing happens, the rosette peers off into the trees, her expression shifting from puzzlement to a sort of wary comprehension.
Kakashi keeps his face (what’s visible of it anyways) carefully blank, but he’s utterly bewildered by the turn of events. This morning, he was waking up on a normal day with a normal hangover, and now, he’s dealing with a potential security threat / imposter / amnesiac / disoriented Sakura with a new fashion style??
He can tell his black-ops agents are growing restless, clearly unsure if this qualifies as a threatening situation or not. Truthfully, he’s not really sure what to make of it either.
It’s definitely a situation… Threatening though? His gut says no.
Sakura-not-Sakura lets out a miserable groan before dropping her head into her hands and muttering something under her breath. Through her muffled speech, he’s able to pick out snippets of “that baka” and “told him this was a bad idea” but she seems lost in thought at this point, as if having forgotten that he’s still standing here.
Hoping he won’t regret it later, he heaves a sigh and sends a quick series of hand signals to his ANBU to tell them to stand down.
He clears his throat rather obviously to grab her attention, arching a curious eyebrow when she meets his gaze with a sheepish smile.
“I think I’m…er… from the future?”
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