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Only When it Rains
When frantic pounding at the door threw the softly snoring man out of his slumber, he knew. He knew who was at the door, why she was at the door, and who she was running from. Sensing the urgency, Kakashi reached the door in a few strides and swung it open. The silver-haired jonin peered down upon his late night visitor with a half-lidded eye. Behind her, lightning illuminated her figure – slim with womanly curves. The girl gazed into Kakashi's visible eye, beryl orbs pleading up at him.
Kakashi spotted a fresh cut on her forehead, blood blending into her drenched pink locks, which took on a hue of lavender amongst bursts of lightning. Her skin was flawless, save for the bruises that adorned her arms and legs. Kakashi felt it was unfair that such a beautiful girl was being treated like a prisoner. Kakashi's gaze skimmed over the chaotic storm behind his former student. He knew that the man – no, the monster – that marred Sakura's perfect skin was out there somewhere. Kakashi led Sakura into his apartment, draping a blanket over her shivering body.
"Sakura…what did he do to you?" Kakashi's voice was filled with concern and disguised rage.
Sakura avoided his burning gaze, biting back tears as she tended to her injuries. Kakashi narrowed his eyes, then sternly repeated,
"Sakura, tell me what he did."
Tears that threatened to spill over finally did, and Sakura collapsed into Kakashi's arms. Kakashi cradled her as she cried, leaving a wet spot on his shirt. How ironic, he thought, that this woman could punch through walls and kill without mercy, yet one man who didn't even love her could make her forget about her own self-worth. The thought alone saddened Kakashi completely.
Sakura cried in his arms for what seemed like hours until her violent sobs died down. She slowly pulled away from Kakashi's warmth, her face wet and eyes swollen. Kakashi held her face in his hands, looking upon his fallen cherry blossom with affection. A rough thumb ran over her cheek, ridding her skin of wetness.
Kakashi leaned in, anticipating the kiss as a flush spread over Sakura's face. Gently, masked lips ghosted over hers, and Kakashi paused to pull down his mask. In a second it pooled around his collar and he pressed his lips against her own. Sakura could only melt as his tongue stroked the insides of her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Sakura felt a spark ignite in the pit of her stomach – a spark that she had not felt in a long time. Kakashi poured out his heart into this kiss, gradually becoming more passionate as time passed.
Once the two shinobi realized their lack of oxygen, they broke the kiss to gasp for air. Sakura looked at Kakashi, and embraced him. Her smaller figure contrasted with his more muscular build. They stayed like that, the only sounds they heard were from the storm outside.
Soon, Sakura drifted to sleep in Kakashi's arms. Kakashi carried her into his bedroom and laid her on the bed before laying down next to her. He pulled the blanket over them both, holding Sakura as he too drifted off to sleep.
Kakashi awoke the next morning to find that Sakura was not there.
She always left before he woke up. Kakashi was familiar with her routine by now.
She would be back, though. She always comes back, with fresh wounds, and although they can never be together, he will purposely leave the door unlocked.
And she will run to him, to her sanctuary, only when it rains.
Here's another short story (:
I started it in first hour today and I couldn't stop!
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