Just Enough
ONESHOT (Damnit!)
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A lot had happened since Sasuke abandoned them and Naruto left to become stronger.
Tsunade may have been training her in the ways of a medic-nin, but Kakashi-sensei was always first and foremost in her eyes.
He refused another team and instead worked solely with Sakura, just the two of them. Even the mention of another teammate brought forth violent protests from the girl and sullen dismissals from the Copy nin.
They were fine the way they were, together. They didn't need, didn't want, anyone else, any outsiders interfering.
Just . . . leave us alone, - their eyes seemed to whisper. –we're already broken. Don't give us anything else to lose and mourn . . .
And he didn't hold back anymore. He taught her everything he knew, anything he could find. He couldn't protect her any longer; that innocent little girl from so long ago had already had her heart and hopes and dreams taken by the cruel ways of the world. He couldn't protect her any longer, but he could make her stronger; strong enough not to break, strong enough to live, strong enough for the both of them. He poured everything into her, for she was all he had.
And she would smile at him sadly, because she knew it to be truth. She was all he had, and he was everything to her.
When she cried late at night, it was he who held her and chased the nightmares away. When she was hurt, it was he who unleashed his fury on the fools and bore the blood on his hands. And when he was broken, it was she who fixed him.
He was always late, but she knew why. When he came back, in his silent grief, she'd slip her hand gently into his, and the tension would ease from his heart.
She would often wander and always end up at a certain bench, and he knew why. When she came back, in her wrenching agony, he'd hold her in his strong arms, and she'd feel safe again.
Theirs was an odd kind of love. They clung desperately to one another, holding on for dear life. They didn't speak much, but they didn't need words. All they needed was someone to be there in the end.
And many frowned upon them, spoke of them in hushed tones.
. . .he's her teacher . . .
. . .so young . . .
. . .fourteen years, you know . . .
But they ignored the looks and whispers, for Shinobi find love where they can.
It was different, some said wrong, but they were all they had, and for now, that was enough.
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Um. Yeah. :D
I haven't written in a really long time and this isn't even an update on anything (I bet all my readers are out for my blood), but, oh, well.
I actually wrote this out on paper first, and now I have two entirely different stories (the other one will be burned, haha).
For the record, I am officially a narutard, so anything that comes out of me for a while is likely to be narutarded, so don't expect updates on any of my old stuff. :/ Sorry, I just don't feel moved to write any of that stuff right now. But, anyway:
KAKASAKU WOOHOO.
SailorKagome (who is totally changing her name as soon as she comes up with something)