Ok new story! Yay!

I've been tossing this story idea around in my hjead for some time now. I didn't know if I wanted to go with another concpet beofre this one, and I wondered if I should finish up my other story 'Action of a crying heart' ( READ IT DAMNIT! I'm all for shameless poblicity)

Hopefully my spelling and grammer has improved somewhat. Not too much, cause frankly what would a hottieeden story be without terrible spelling. LoL.

Anywho, hope ya'll like like it and review review review!

"Sakura...have you seen my other glove?" The frustrated copy ninja called out from inside his large tent, where he currently embarked upon his search.

"No, I haven't." He heard her reply. Sighing , he lifted up the back pack from the ground and dumped the contents onto his futon. And as his tired eyes, which wanted nothing more then for his mind to cooperate with the idea of sleep, searched the objects on his bed for the item he hoped he didn't loose, he grew more and more aggravated upon finding nothing more than tenser bandages, kunai, and many other handy shinobi tools. Which, at this moment, weren't all that handy.

'Where could it be?' He scratched the back of his head in thought. 'Maybe Sakura's tent?'

He began to stuff all of the objects which he had just dumped, back into the bag, then tossed back the flap and stepped out onto the grassy plain of the campsite they had decided on.

"You're sure you haven't seen it?" Kakashi inquired.

"Yes I'm sure. Where was the last place you had it?" The pink haired chuunin asked, giving their diner of typical soup another stir, from the middle of the clearing.

Kakashi unzipped the entrance to the other tent next to his own.

"On my hand of course." He sighed, and stepped inside.

Sakura huffed in return of his most unhelpful attitude.

"Well, you don't need to get all snippy!" She snapped. "Mr.- high ranking freaking ninja who lost such a simple item as a gloves which he should have been wearing.' We still on a mission you know, and just because we're on our way home doesn't mean that you can get all leisured ou-"

"Found it." He interrupted, causing Sakura to stop mid rant and a very unsightly vain pop in on her temple, spinning her upper body around to glare at the man as he stepped out of his tent.

"What was it doing in my tent, pervert?" She growled.

The silver haired jounin calmly walked over to where to stood, slipping his happily return glove back onto his hand.

"I'm the pervert? Whose lost piece of clothing was found in whose tent, Hmm?" Kakashi inquired and he knelt down beside the beat red girl.

"I have no idea how that disgusting thing got into my tent, but there's only two people in this camp ground and only ONE of them reads Icha Icha porno books. So who looks like the guilty one?" Sakura crossed her arms over her chest, desperately fighting back the blush which could no doubt pierce the night with it blinding brightness.

Kakashi, being the utterly most annoying man to grace this earth, acted as if hadn't heard a single word his female friend had said.

"Honestly, Sakura if you're going to be stealing my clothing at least try to act non conspicuous, I mean do I have to start counting my boxers from now on?" Kakashi knew his taunting had reached it's peak as the sweet innocent girl next to him had suddenly switched to kill mode and angrily tossed a back handed fist in all attempts to smack the grin from his face.

Although, being to ninja he was, stepped out of line of fire and stood to his feet.

"You jerk! I would never!" Sakura shouted, her face beat red and her fist clenched ready to throw another punch.

"Supper's going to boil over if you don't watch it." Kakashi commented, stuffing his hands into his pockets and nodding his towards the bubbling over pot.

"Oh shit!" Sakura cursed and quickly reached to lift the pot away fire below. Fanning the steam away frantically she sighed when it finally subsided.

"Diner's ready." She smiled and gave a nervous laugh

Kakashi tried desperately not to choke upon letting the soup, if that's what you could call it, touch his tongue. The absolutely terrible liquid actually seemed to burn his mouth, making him wonder if Sakura had put acid in the mix just for shits-n'-giggles. A little game of let's poison Kakashi with what he initially thought to be eatable. Clever.

Chancing a glance up to the master mind behind this, he saw her initial reaction to basically mirror that of his own.

"Uh...well. I'm not very hungry." She whispered and carefully set the bowl of agony down on the ground before her. Then after a second thought reached forward and gave it an extra push further away.

"Me either." Kakashi gave a whole hearted chuckle before setting the bowl on the ground beside the fire.

"I'm sorry." Sakura laughed, blushing heavily. "I guess that's why no one comes over at diner, huh?" She glanced over at her silver haired companion.

She couldn't help but laugh when she heard his deep chuckle echo across the camp, turning her eyes down to her hands which were foiled nervously in her lap.

"The point is you tried." Kakashi replied, his tone matching that completely annoying one which involves an adult speaking to a twelve year old. Sakura, being eighteen, absolutely, positively hated it.

"Shut up." Sakura giggled. "Next time you can slave over

the hot fire to cook something that you're ungrateful partner won't at."

"Hey, you didn't eat it either. As I recall you were more open with your disgust then I was." Kakashi yawned, ducking away from the spoon that shot towards the middle of his forehead.

"It wasn't that bad!" She cried.

Repositioning his seat on the ground, he nodded his head.

"Oh yeah, it was." He replied, with a soft chuckle.

Sakura couldn't help but recall the feeling of tare against her tongue,

and make of a face of pure distaste. One of which Kakashi immediately

caught.

"Aha! That's the face!" He pointed excitedly towards his pink haired women across from him.

"Ok, maybe it was that bad." Sakura hung her head in shame. "Nobody's perfect, though. What I lack in cooking ability I make up in violence towards those who don't like my cooking." She glared playfully over towards Kakashi.

"I'm shaking in my sandals." Kakashi taunted.

"You wanna go?" Sakura cracked her knuckles.

"Easy tiger. That monster strength of yours needs a leash, and come to think of it you're mouth needs a muzzle." Kakashi's eye curved up.

"Maybe I can borrow yours since it's obviously not being used!" Sakura snapped.

"My my, Sakura. I was joking, by if you're really into that kinky stuff, I'm sure to give you a whip and chains for your up coming birthday."

"Oh, you wish Copy-Ninja. I bet it's a huge fantasy of yours to have that scene in you perverted books come to life with none other then you beautiful pink haired chuunin." Sakura stuck her nose in the air to ass to the effect.

"You caught me." Kakashi replied sarcastically.

"Damn right! I always knew you were as perverted as you seemed. I can't wait to tell Naruto that his precious ex-sensei, his hero, if you will dreams about his best friend in leather and chains!"

"Naruto doesn't think I'm his hero." Kakashi replied.

"Well, no. But he respects you...kind of. He likes you...most of the time." Sakura smiled.

"Thanks that makes feel super." Kakashi rolled his eyes.

"No problem." Sakura laughed. "But you don't really want

to see me in that chains stuff right?" She fought to hide the blush.

"Sakura, you're my friend." His eye curved up.

"Ok." She replied.

"But I'm always a man, and a little naughty vision wouldn't hurt."

"Oh my God you have no shame!" Sakura giggled and reached beside her into a bag, and withdrew two apples. "I wonder what Tsunade-sama would say if she heard you talking like that?" She tossed him and apple.

"I doubt the news with shock her all that much actually."

He caught it and took a bite, thankful to have some sort of food which he could eat. He was mask less of course. Around Sakura, he tended no to where his traditional mask. Why? Maybe it was the fact that they were such close friends nowadays that he felt he didn't need it. Or maybe he felt he owed it to her for her to see his mask after all they've been through, over the past years.

"Don't tell you you've hit on her?" Sakura whispered in shock.

Kakashi choked on the apple in his mouth, and quickly spit it to the side in order to get a big gasp of air and to clear his throat with a few coughs.

"She's fifty-somewhat years old!" He replied in disbelief.

"Yeah but she's kind of pretty, in her own way. And she the freaking Hokage! I mean the power alone must be attractive." Sakura reasoned.

"Like you just said, she's the freaking Hokage. That's like you being attracted to the third." Kakashi replied.

"Ewww." Sakura laughed.

"Exactly. Besides, power doesn't interest me." Kakashi tried to take another bite of his food in hopes that his female companion wouldn't say something insanely outrageous and make him cough it up again.

"Really? Sooo, what does interest you?" Sakura leaned closer towards him.

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know." He smiled mid-chew.

"Yeah, I would. I mean the most I got out of you when you introduced yourself back in the day was that you had hobbies and dreams but you never said anything specific." Sakura recalled.

"There's not a lot to really know." Kakashi shrugged.

"Oh I don't believe that for a second!" Sakura cried. "A man clouded in mystery has nothing mysterious about him? Come on."

"I'm not mysterious." Kakashi replied.

"You sure are! You've worn a mask for 90 of you life, for God sake, and not to mention you unfortunate incapability to socialize with anyone outside of me, Asuma and Genma."

"There's nobody worth talking to I've found." He once again shrugged it off.

"Aww, that's very sweet, but it's not going to stop me from learning about you, Kakashi." Sakura leaned back and dug her teeth into the apple.

"Ok whatever. What do you want to know?" Kakashi sighed, inwardly dreading what was going to be asked of him. Why he wore his mask, maybe? Or what were his parents like? Maybe why he suddenly decided not to be an Andu member anymore? Or maybe it was just about his likes and dislikes? Whatever it was, Kakashi knew that he hated telling people about himself.

"Really?" She asked in surprise at the silver haired man's suddenly agreement to something she's asked him for almost five years.

"Yep, but this is just a one time deal and if you tell anyone I'll have to kill you." Kakashi warned. It's bad enough knowing one person who knew about his past, rather then the whole freaking village.

"Wow, ok. Let's see." Sakura wanted this question to be good, and thought about. So she took a moment to think of a really good one. "Ok." She said finally said with a smile.

"Ok." He sighed. "Ask away."

"When we were training, oh I don't know it must have been five six years now. But back when you were our sensei, you told us that your friends' names were on the memorial stone…."

'Oh crap, here it comes..' Kakashi mentally thought.

"What I want to know is, well, how old were you when you first realized that one day…at any time… you will die?" Sakura whispered, her gaze turned down to her lap.

"Huh?" Kakashi couldn't contain his utter surprise at the question which had been directed at him from his pink haired companion. This, of all questions she could ask him, was what she decided was the most she wanted to know about him?

"When did you realize that you may stand beside your best friend one day then the next you're standing next to the memorial stone? That nothing lasts forever." She turned to gaze at him over the fire the stood between them.

"Sakura…" Kakashi whispered. "Well, it actually wasn't when my friends died that I realized that fact as a universal common knowledge."

"It wasn't?" Sakura whispered.

"No," He gave a short shake of his head. "It was when my mother died…"

"Oh..." Sakura whispered, suddenly feeling great guilt for asking such a question. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." He waved it off, and then continued. "She died when I was four, on a mission in Sand, I believe." He thought for a second as if searching deep into his memory banks to see if it really was Sand. Finally he said. "I don't know it was a long time ago." He shrugged.

"So young." She whispered low enough so that the jounin had hadn't even been able to hear her.

"Pardon?" He replied.

"She died, when you were just a little boy. It's terrible how such a young soul learns such a deeply troubling fact so early in life." Sakura shook her head in sadness.

"Yes, well. Ninja are better to learn that fact earlier rather than later." Kakashi commented.

"I don't believe that." Sakura replied. "Knowing that your mother and father and all of your friends will die, doesn't make a four year old boy stronger. But sadder, and…."She paused. But unfortunately Kakashi had been listening and yearned to know more of the thoughts which ran through the pretty head of hers.

"And…what?" He asked.

"…Nothing. I'm just grateful that my mother and father didn't die so young. That I had time and years of knowledge behind me before I had to come to grips with it." Sakura cupped her chin into her hands and leaned forward on her knees.

"What made you ask me such a downer of a question?" Kakashi decided to lighten the mood up. Having Sakura sad wasn't what he wanted, and he so much enjoyed actually laughing with her.

"Oh, I don't know. I guess I was curious what you thought, is all." She shrugged.

"But, what about my mask?" Kakashi inquired. "Why didn't you ask me why I wear it? Or How my friends died, or why I quick Anbu all those years back? Stuff like that."

"Well," Sakura began. " I just figured that a mans past is his own business. And if he wishes to talk about, he will. But who am I to demand to know? I respect your privacy, Kakashi…" She gave a wholehearted smile towards her silver haired companion.

"Thank you." He smiled. "But if you really do respect my privacy then why did you steal my glove?" He inquired.

"Damn it, Kakashi!"

Sakura gently laid her head down the futon pillow with a sigh of relief. It had been a long day of traveling, waking for almost eleven hours from a small city named Bylika just near the Sand-Leaf border line.

Their mission, hers and Kakashi's, was to merely deliver some documents to a client who took residence their.

It wasn't anything special and at first both ninjas wondered why it needed two of them to take it on, but it was their orders none the less and shinobi must abide by what it ordered of them.

Fortunately enough, this mission never took a violent turn and it was carried out without a single attack. Maybe the documents weren't anything special. Maybe they were just birthday cards from a distant family member.

Whatever it was it doesn't matter now. Sakura had handed the envelope to the old man client himself. And now it was out of hers and Kakashi's hair.

'We'll be back in Konoha my no later then 10:00 tomorrow morning.' She thought. 'Maybe I'll ask Kakashi out for some Raman.' She mused. 'Naruto will want to come too, maybe Sasuke-'

Suddenly her tent went pitch black, and the top of her refuge, she was currently looking at disappeared into the darkness.

'What the-?' She sat up in her futon and scanned the rest of her tent. Unfortunately everything around her was no longer there anymore. She couldn't even see her legs or her arms when she held them out in front of her.

Frowning, she tried blinking a couple of times in an attempt to clear her vision. As she kept of the motion of opening and closing her eye lids, slowly the small tent once again began to regain light and sight which it had, for that brief second, lost. Glancing down curiously to her legs she once again could see the outline of her limbs under the covers of her futon.

'What just happened?' She thought and twisted her arms around to be sure that her eyes were seeing what was to be seen.

She blinked for a second more, just to see if the darkness would return to her sight, but it didn't.

'That was odd, I must really be tired.' She concluded and once again laid her head back down onto the pillow and shut her eyes.

Welcoming the sleep.

For some reason, Sakura found herself awake again four hours later. Her eyes lifted as she was welcomed back into reality.

She blinked a couple of times, and frowned.

Everything was dark.

'What's going on?' She sighed with frustration, and sat up in her futon. Turning her eyes down to where she expected her legs to be, she was frightened when they were no longer visible. And once again, she held out her arms to see them. But found that, they too, were not able to be seen past the damn darkness that surrounded her.

Trying not to panic, she tossed back the covers from her body, and sat up on her knees.

Her fingers graced over the top of her eyes, softly at first, but still the darkness remained whenever she opened her eyes expecting to see the side of her tent.

Her fingers rubbed hard into the sockets of her eyes, with a soft gasp from her lips.

Still the darkness remained.

Suddenly rising to her feet, she knocked her head against the top of the tent in the process, but ignored it.

Her hands shot forward in search of the zipper, hoping that the moon light would dispel the dark. But as she frantically unzipped her tent and stumbled out into the chilled air, she felt tears of frustration still her eyes when she still had to feel around in search of anything that was around her.

She felt like she was in a jutsu, she felt like she was trapped inside the complete darkness of the effects of the Sharigan or just a normal genjutsu, but she was scared because she didn't fell the normal effects such a technique would normally have on her. She was skilled at genjutsu, jet this didn't feel like it at all.

"Kakashi!" She cried, as her arms stretched out in front of her in search of him.

Her toe stabbed against a rock and she fell to the cold dirt floor with a very un-ninja like thud. Sakura immediately pushed herself up, and as much as she looked around it was all the same thing she saw.

Darkness.

"Sakura?" Her hearing picked up his voice from her prison and for a second her heart leapt with hope.

"Kakashi!" She cried out, and struggled back onto her feet.

Her hands shot out in front of her and began feeling around her him. "Where are you!" She cried out frantically, and shuffled her feet forward.

"I'm right here." His tone had a questioning hint to it, as if he was curious as to why she had asked that.

"Where are you? I can't…" Suddenly she collided with a stern surface, and when she gasped and felt like she was about to fall, strong guided hands grabbed her shoulders to steady her.

She let out heavy breathes, and her eyes widened in terror, immediately reaching up to grab handfuls of his undershirt that he had worn to bed that night.

"Sakura, what's wrong? You're shaking." He replied with worry and switched his hand from her shoulder to caress her cheek once he knew she was steady in her feet.

"What's happening?" She asked, she was hyperventilating and with each deep and highly irregular breath, her head began to blur and she felt more and more like fainting.

"What's going on, do you feel it?"

"Feel what, Sakura? What's wrong!" He asked, this time with urgency in his tone, and she could feel his hands gently shake her body in attempts to get answers.

"Everything is dark! I can't see!" She breathed, clinging harder and harder to his chest. Closer and closer to his body and presence.

"You can't see?" Kakashi asked. She gave a quick shake of her head.

"No, I can't see anything! Everything is dark and I…. everything is so dark!" She suddenly fell into light headedness and collapsed in his arms.

He of course caught her. He always catches her.

"Wow, easy." He whispered and lifted her limp body in her arms.

He carried her bridle style to her tent, stepping through the already wide open zipper, and gently rested her onto her futon.

"Kakashi," she replied and frantically reached out to him.

He quickly swept his hand over her eyes and frowned when her eyes didn't even flinch or move or give off any life what so ever. And he couldbn't help but fear it when her eyes looked on him, but still didn't. As if she wasn't really looking at him at all, even though she thought she was.

Was she really blind?