Cherry Blossom

Chapter One: Different Worlds

By: Midnight-Runaway

Rated M for violence, adult content, and language.

Summary: They had seen two different worlds yet here now in this situation their worlds collided causing a ripple effect. Little by little their universes started to break. The place was wrong, the time was wrong. The fact that he was hurt, blood pouring out of his wounds, both his eyes showing the red dots piercing at her, and the kunai in this hand made it even more difficult and evident that the situation was wrong. Though all these factors combined, it felt right.

Authors note: The story was redone. It will have spoilers since it takes place during the fourth shinobi war. You have been warned. I hope you enjoy. Please excuse any grammatical errors. I own nothing but my plot and my oc. Read my other story Art of Love. Enjoy. Review.

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The simplicity in the moment was advent yet it seemed complex. Like a organism that consisted of many particles. Complex formulas and molecules that came to gather to make simplest of organism, this situation was similar to that. To the on looker it was a normal interaction, it didn't involve complicated variables. To on lookers, it was fate simple as that. To the variables involved the formula was much more difficult. This was more than fate or density. It wasn't logical. It wasn't practical. Feelings were a part of the formula. This was wrong. It was far too complicated. The truth of the matter was, it wasn't the right place or time. Matter a fact; it wasn't the right life time.

Maybe in another time, setting, and situation the complexity wouldn't be overwhelming. But here now, it was too difficult to make things less complicated. For god's sake they were surrounded by death. It was everywhere, like a pest it lingered around attaching itself onto people like a leech. Men and women were dropping dead, victims to cruel faith. No the setting wasn't right. The smell of blood was to strong. The sound of clashing metal was too loud. The yells and scream, the massive use of chakra was to frightening.

They weren't the right combination. She was a simple woman, no real power. The wicked didn't bow down to her. Men didn't cower at the utterance of her name. She was not a skilled killer; no she was a trained savior. Her hands didn't spill blood but closed wounds. He was a trained killer. The protector of the people, he and his comrades stood against wicked. He took a vow to eliminate evil, and she to save no matter whom it was. She was new to the ways of war. Naive to the evils of human beings, her eyes didn't see the evils of the world, the horrors of human nature. She didn't witness the trample of nations and death of hundreds over the thirst of power. He had. He was use to the scent of blood, the feelings of it on his bare skin.

He understood the need for sacrifice one life to save a million. He didn't know innocence like she did. To him, killing was a necessity to live, to fulfill his vow to protect. They had seen two different worlds yet here now in this situation their worlds collided causing a ripple effect. Little by little their universes started to break.

Their morals, values, and beliefs clashed. Everything broke, leaving them with only one thing each other. The place was wrong, the time was wrong. The fact that he was hurt, blood pouring out of his wounds, both his eyes showing the red dots piercing at her, and the kunai in this hand made it even more difficult and evident that the situation was wrong. Though all these factors combined, it felt right.

It felt right, the way he was standing in front of her. His tall frame towering over her smaller one, his eyes stared into hers. The way their bodies stood inches away from one another. The feeling of his skin under his trembling fingers caused sparks to rush throughout her. The way their heart beats quickened at the close proximity. God it felt right, to be by his side to be his. It felt right to want to touch him, to kiss him. Her finger itched to touch every inch of him.

Their interaction only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like a life time. Time had frozen around them, for those few precious moments. It was just him, the renowned shinobi, and her, the civilian. It felt right like it belonged. They knew it was not right. He was bound to the life of a shinobi; she bound to the life of a civilian healer.

Putting a side everything they knew, he pulled her closer. Their bodies touched slightly, looking into her eyes, he leaned down. His lips centimeters away hot breaths brushed against her lips. Letting out a shaky breath, "I love you," he whispered onto her lips. Her breath hitched. The three words caused her mind to go blank. Her face moved on her own accord. Her lips smashed into his.

Pulling away, they tried to put aside the complexity of the predicament they were in. Pulling away he straightened, his body reluctantly pulled away. His hands moved away from her waist, leaving a burning sensation where their imprint lay. He stepped back. Their surroundings came back to them. The dark brown tent, moved slightly as the wind hit it. His eyes didn't leave hers. Slowly he stepped back further until his back was touched by the tent opening. He smiled through his mask. Turing away, he left. No words exchanged just silent agreement.

Her body relaxed slightly. Breathing heavy, her fingers brushed against her lips. Her heart felt satisfied. She shook her head, her eyes never leaving the tent opening. Realizations hit her, while their situation was complex, the timing was off, and they were from two different worlds she loved him. He was a shinobi, her, a civilian and yet they found love in the middle of a battlefield. She had fallen in love with Kakashi Hatake.

Running outside the tent, she looked around for him. He disappeared back into battle. The healer froze, her eyes felt watery. The wind picked up. Her eyes traveled to the Sakura tree close to the tent. The pink leaves stayed pure despite the ongoing bloodshed. Holding back the tears, she watched the pink leaves sway with the wind. Thoughts of their first meeting rushed to her. Pink, she remembered. She could feel the Sakura leaves around her, the green grass underneath her, and the sound of the river that traveled adjacent to the path, they meet on. She could almost see the path, the cherry blossom trees, the pavement, and the memorial.

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