Chapter 1: A day to remember - Anko's POV

I do not own Naruto.

It was like any other day in Konaho. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, I have no missions and I have just bought my favourite flavoured dumplings. To me life couldn't get more perfect than this. The only thing I'm really missing is Kakashi.

He had been sent on one of his usual S-rank missions. A simple assassination in wave country that should have taken him no more than a week to complete.

But the mission isn't what's troubling me, it was the fact that the week Kakashi was supposed to spend on this mission had grown into two weeks and now it was steadily creeping its way into the third.

At first I hadn't been worried. After all it was the great Hatake Kakashi or the great "copy ninja", as he was widely known as so really I had no reason to worry. But as the days pasted by I began to think that maybe the almighty "sharingan warrior", may not return home to me after all.

It was as I was thinking these quite depressing thoughts that I saw the figure of my valued friend Kurenai approach me at a rapid speed.

"Hey Kurenai what's the rush? You in a hurry to meet Asuma?", I teased as Kurenai got closer.

"Actually it's you I came to see, I've been looking all over the village for you. You've got to hurry and follow me, now!"

I began to get that worried feeling all ninja get when they know that something bad is about to happen. And since I knew that wasting time by asking questions could make matters worst I nodded my head and followed her through the crowded streets.

As we were running I noticed that we were going in the direction of the hospital and that's when the penny finally dropped.

'Kakashi please hold on until I get there'

I sped up my pace and overtook Kurenai in my eagerness to get to the hospital and see if my suspicions were correct.

I raced into the hospital and was met by none other than Tsunada and her Anbu guards.

"What happened lady Tsunada, is it Kakashi? Did he come back?"

I was so filled with emotions that I was yelling and half pleading with the hokage to give me some answers. So you can only guess my disappointment towards the answer she gave me.

"Anko, to begin with yes, Kakashi did come back. He was found not far from here. I sent some ninja out to find him when his mission took monger then expected. But Anko I need you to know that when Kakashi was found, he wasn't found in the greatest of conditions and I'm afraid that….well that he may not make it through the night"

"….."

I was stunned into silence as her words swept through me. I mean what was she talking about she must be joking, Kakashi wouldn't die…..Would he?

A glance at Tsunade's face told me that she was being serious and that Kakashi could indeed die.

"I want to see him", and without waiting for a response I barged past the hokage and the Anbu guards and ran down the halls in search of Kakashi's room.

It was pretty easy to find as it was the one with the screaming and yelling coming from it and I realised that I recognised that voice as Kakashi's.

I got to the room and barged my way in wanting, no needing to see Kakashi and get him to tell me that everything will be alright.

But as I looked over to the bed where he lay my whole world seemed to crumble beneath my feet.

Kakashi was covered in blood from head to foot. They had removed the top half of his clothing and his headband so I was able to see the full extent of the damage for myself.

His chest was literally split open, it was so bad that I could actually see some of his ribs being exposed. He was constantly spurting blood every where and there were people running around trying to clear it up. His face looked the same, as in the mask was still on but his eyes were streaming with not tears but blood.

It was the worst sight I could have possibly witnessed. I couldn't believe my eyes, the man I loved was dying and lying helpless in front of me, screaming fit to burst because the pain was so immense.

And all I could do was watch.

Watch as the person who had always been there for me whenever I needed him died slowly and painfully, watch as every scream caused him to bleed more and as every beat of his ever fading heart caused him more pain.

And I wondered to myself how, through all this pain and suffering could anybody still have the will to fight and carry on breathing even though every fibre of your being is asking you to die.

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