This chapter was little like a prologue and it's short because i'm not so sure about the plot yet. Soo plaese tell me what do you think ? Should i keep this going?

It's my first fanfiction so I'd like to hear some advices.


What do I do now that you're gone
No back up plan, no second chance
And no one else to blame
All I can hear in the silence that remains
Are the words I couldn't say

"Words I couldn't say" by Rascal Flatts


"Are you sure it was her, Hokage-sama?", he asked intensely contrary to his calm and indifferent look.

"Cool down, Hatake!", the blonde woman behind the desk lisped, "I'm positive. It was her. She was seen few days ago sitting on a bench in a park. Here take a look.", Tsunade handed him over a small picture.

Kakashi's breathing fastened as he laid his black eye on the colorful photo. There she is, drowned in her own thoughts sitting on a bench, hugging her knees, surrounded by million-colored flowers in the park around her. She was looking sad, lonesome and lost. He let his finger slipped lightly over her face, her lips, her big emerald eyes and her cheeks. He had seen them blush countless times before and he had enjoyed each and every one of them. Seeing her broken like that made his heart jerk.

The shinobi handed back the picture.

'So what now?", his voice was trembling. He put a hand in front of his mask-covered mouth and coughed."I assume you'll send someone to bring her back.", Kakashi continued with little more confidence than before.

Tsunade looked straight into his eye. She knew the Copy Ninja. And this shaking man in front of her desk was definitely not the Hatake Kakashi she knew.

"Oh, come on. Spit it out, Kakashi!", she smiled.

"Please, send me to bring her home."

"You understand, right? The research showed that she had lost her memory. And as far as I can guess if it hadn't returned for the last six months she's been gone it's more likely that it will never come back…"

Kakashi felt the sadness in the woman's words. He wasn't the only one who missed her, he wasn't the only one who had lost her. Actually she was never his to begin with. Tsunade looked at her not only like her protégée but also as her daughter. His dark eye fell realizing how selfish he was in his feeling for her.

"Yes, Hokage-sama. I'm sorry."

Tsunade bit her thumb's nail, thinking. Then she stood up and went to the window like she expected to find all the right answers freely floating into the sky. She sighed.

"Ok. If you insist to bring her back, then so be it. But just one thing…"

"Yes?"

"I'm asking you this not officially; I'm asking you as her teacher and friend. Try to bring her memories back, Kakashi. I think only you are capable of doing this and if you fail just make sure she has a happy life and friends. Don't bring her back to Konoha because in her current state it will only put her in danger."

Kakashi nodded, he had strength left only for this.

"You leave as soon as you're ready. You are dismissed and…. Good luck!"

The shinobi made couple of hand seals and disappeared leaving only a white smoke dispersing in the air.


Sitting on the edge of his bed, he was putting all necessary for the mission things in his backpack. Kakashi was wondering how exactly he should encounter her, talk to her, and make her remember. How should he look in these green dazzling eyes and stay calm, how he can force himself not to let his eyes linger on her sensual pink lips. That seemed impossible. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

"Damn you, Pain", Kakashi cursed under his mask.

If he hadn't attacked Konoha that day, Sakura wouldn't have lost her memory. The Copy Nin remembered it like it was yesterday, he remembered it just too well. He remembers himself being stuck by a rock and she was trying to save him. Then Pain grabbed her and threw her against a stone wall. Sakura fell unconscious with blood all over her beautiful face which now was dyed in the color of pain. Kakashi struggled, screamed, cried but eventually he couldn't protect her. One of the Pain's summons took her and ran away with his little precious cherry blossom. Since then there weren't any news about Sakura until now. Only a few leads showing that she had lost her memory and obviously her abilities as a medical-nin.

His heart was aching and Kakashi knew that only she could heal him. The silver-haired man sighed and rubbed his open eye. Six months ago he asked her to spar with him like good old times. The hidden motive under this was actually planning on confessing his feeling for her. It took him long enough to gather his courage because he was uncertain about her feeling for Sasuke. He wasn't sure if she survived the unrequited love for the Uchiha survivor. Also he didn't particularly think that people would watch with a good eye on a relationship between teacher and a former student with 14-year-difference in ages. Then she have been graduated to jonin and things got little easier to handle. And on that certain day six month ago when he was just on the verge of complete exposing himself, Naruto and Sasuke emerged like from the nothingness and ruined everything. They smashed every little thing he had been building for the last year when Sakura decided to join them for a meal at Ichiraku's.

"We'll spar another time, Kakashi-sensei!", she waved at him and rushed to catch up with the boys.

It was much better when they were still genin; they respected him and listened to everything he said. They were so adorable when they were constantly saying "Oh, Kakashi-sensei you're so cool.". And now that sensei-thing was actually irritating because it showed that they were from different generations. And at last when he wanted to think that the gap between him and Sakura has closed she, made him feel like an old pervert for wanting his favorite student. And the worst thing was that he didn't realize, it was the last opportunity for him before the chaos began and Konoha along with his heart started falling apart.

Kakashi startled. All this Sakura investigation had been hidden and kept as a highly confidential from Naruto and Sasuke because only God knows what could have those two troublemakers done until now if they knew. He stretched himself and eased his back on the bed, looking at the ceiling. It was time to go but the thorns in his heart told him that he wasn't prepared to face her and probably he will never be…


I hope you enjoyed it. To be continued...