Sakura mourned her past, the loss of it. She grieved all that time had stripped from her, taken from her. Her team was shattered, torn into strips so small it was impossible to see what had once been there. Like a warped photo that she cradled close to remind herself that what she remembered had actually happened and wasn't some dream gone dreadfully wrong.
Desperately she clutched at any reminder of her past, her world. She visited the stone almost religiously, it was like a physical blow every time she saw the names but still she came; came to do a silent penance that would never help. Tears, crystallized hatred, remorse, melancholy mingled together forcing themselves out of her, she extended no effort to stop them. Sometimes when things seemed to be their bleakest Kakashi was there. Silent, impassive, and stoic but there none the less. Maybe that was all she needed, maybe that was all she hated about him.
"Why do you cry?" It was abnormal, it was unnerving, and it was unacceptable. He had broken the never made pact. The one that promised silence, mutual pain, and above all no questions, that was the most important. For seconds, hours, days all condensed into a blip of eternity she stood with no answer. Her mind numb, unwilling to process a question, that question, the one that cut so deep into the layers of meaningless answers she had wished into being that her body ached with the prospect of losing those protective layers.
"It's all that I have." They both recoiled from the revelation. Sakura's world pitched and rolled at the statement. So simple, five little words, five meaningless words that tore down all she had built up as if it were nothing.
They didn't speak after that for a long while. They would both visit the monument with their sorrows in tow but the never made pact came into being again but somehow it was a little less cold standing there besides him. She realized a while later that they had been slowly closing the space between them. Strangely enough she didn't mind, it was nice feeling warm again even if only faintly.
After a time they stood so close as to allow brief brushes of the hand, Sakura discovered that she rather liked it. It was electrifying. Sending pulses of emotion that she had thought died with her teammates, her boys through her body making her flustered beyond all means. It was dizzying, it was toxic and she drank it down savoring every moment.
Soon enough they became even closer allowing their arms to rub against the other's. "No, it's not." The comfortable silence suffered the words before swooping back in and covering the moment like a blanket. Her mind raced to find the meaning of his abstract words, to comprehend what had to be important enough for him to voice it. Cocking her head to the side she allowed her bubble gum pink hair to fall into her face as she contemplated it.
Warmth, callous warmth wrapped itself around her hand, puzzled she directed her gaze downwards and then to his masked face questions blatant in her eyes. Why did you do that? Why are you holding my hand?
"No more tears." He spoke gazing at the stone as if daring it to inflict more hurt on the pink haired woman.
Giving a nod of understanding accompanied by a small watery chuckle Sakura echoed the statement. "No more crying."
Well I found this in my folder and decided to inflict the world with the angst. This was inspired by the song "Pourquoi tu pleures?" by Madame Kay. As you could tell, it is a French song. I really liked the lyrics especially Why do you cry? It's all that I have. I just read those lines and thought of Sakura. Well you know my request from you as the reader; I'll save you from reading the repetitious line.