It was always the same.
Whenever she felt herself slip into darkness once more she would call for him.
And he would answer.
Arriving at his apartment, she had silently asked what he could never refuse her.
To make her live again.
At 20 years old. The pink apprentice to the Godaime had become a shadow of her once vibrant self.
But who could blame her.
She had lost both of them.
The two men that she had come to love as brothers were harshly ripped away from her.
Fate was never kind to this woman.
That unfortunate fact was the sole reason he had let her in.
As always, they had found their way to his bed.
Wrapped around each other he would once again pull her from the blackness that had threatened to consume her.
Breathing life back into her with every whimper she made and thrust he took.
It was bliss.
But shortly lived.
Once over, she would do the exact same routine as she always did.
Pull herself up from his warmth and find an excuse to leave.
He hated seeing her like this and on more than one occasion had offered his help.
But the reply was always the same.
"You're sweet Kakashi."
She would start with a small smile.
"But there's no other way you can help me…"
Her face dropping as she made her way out of the bedroom door.
He knew better than to go after her.
This was her way of dealing with their deaths.
To interfere with that would be pointless.
She wouldn't change.
Or rather, she couldn't.
Instead, he would only offer her comfort when she had needed it.
After all, he was the only thing left of team 7 to her.
With the two rivals gone, her sorrow had found its way to him and her trust ensured that he would help her.
Who was he to question that?
If this was the only way she could be herself once again then so be it.
It would always be the same.