Looking back on it, she realized she didn't know anything at all. She thought she had, of course – she thought she knew everything, and that no matter what, that would keep her alive and okay. She was wrong. Her heart ached with the pain of it, and her soul cried out for him every second. When she had begun, it had been different. Just some little crush, which she could promptly ignore if times called for it.
But he taught her things. He changed her.
When he had first kissed her, they had eached crossed a line. Sensei and student, master and apprentice. He was nearly twice her age; that didn't matter. They were shinobi, they were deadly, they were immortal. Yet….how could she have thought something so foolish? She often wonders this, now. Even after seeing her friends drop dead at her feet, there was something inside of her….some fantasy…..that immortalized the shinobi.
He taught her lust. He showed her desire. He made her a woman.
She often wonders if he would regret it, or if they would still be together. She wonders if he would still kiss her the same way.
At the beginning, he had been skeptical. She was fifteen, he was twenty-nine. Could it work? Could they be happy? But every time he kissed her, he knew.
She taught him things. She changed him.
When he had first kissed her, he crossed a line. Not her, he thought, but him. It was his responsibility to look out for her…but she was enchanting. Her eyes were like sea-green rivers, stretching forever to an endless oblivion. And he loved her. They were shinobi, they were deadly, but they were not immortal. The fantasy that lived with him died with Obito; he could never be so foolish. He knew he would die. He just didn't think it would be so soon.
She taught him love and showed him innocence. She made him a man.
She curses him in the depths of the night, when she's wakened by a cry from the other room. She tries to make herself hate him for dying, but she can't. She still loves him. And pushing these thoughts from her mind, she drags her tired body into the other bedroom, to cradle the tiny baby in her arms.
"Shh…..don't cry" She says softly, but it's hard for her not to cry. The boy's name is Hatake Kakashi, but she never calls him that. She calls him Junior, because she's afraid that reality may fall away if she can call somebody Hatake again. So she doesn't.
Sakura Haruno didn't know what was in store for her when she gave herself to her "Kakashi-sensei". But even after all that pain, she'd never turn back.
