A/N: Allright, well me and my friend wanted to go stand in the rain and have a Kakasaku obsession, and I just recently read over the whole Sasuke thing... So I made a light, fluffy Sensei fic... no real romance, but it's nice... and a little sad.

Satashi, stop putting sticky notes on me.

Haha... no. puts another on

Well, please excuse me, I have to go deal with some temporary hair loss due to sticky notes and Satashi...

I claim no ownership of anything other than the idea of this one-shot.

Why do they make multicolored sticky notes, and where are you getting them?

Giving and Taking

Sakura watched blankly.

She wasn't hurting, she wasn't breaking down, she wasn't crying, she wasn't screaming. She wasn't doing any of the things she wanted to do. She wanted to feel pain that he had left. She wanted to break down because she couldn't bring him back. She wanted to cry because someone she thought she loved was gone. She wanted to scream because it was too much...

But she couldn't, because none of those things were there. After the original breakdown, when he had knocked her out and left for good, leaving her on a bench in the rain, that god-damned, forsaken rain, she had felt something small rip from her chest. But her heart was still there, almost whole, as if she had barely lost anything.

Like he was only a friend, not someone she was in love with.

She watched as her mind drifted along with the rain. It fell in thick torrents around her, shaking the trees as she stood on a rooftop. It soaked through her thin T-shirt and shorts that she wore for pajamas. It chilled her body, numbing only the physical pain she had inflicted on herself to make her feel what she thought she should. The blood that had been caked on her shoulders flowed now, the cuts cleaning out and reopening but she barely felt it...

But not even the emotional pain was there. In the drenched, shivering world soaked in rain, everything felt like a very bad dream...

"Sakura...?" A voice asked softly. She just stood there. She didn't bother to try to pinpoint the voice, as she watched the rain wipe the world clean. Why did some think it would purify, while rain would kill or destroy the path, taking memories, taking people, taking all she had? Why did people treasure something that only took, and never gave.

She heard the light squishing of wet fabric against dry skin and the splosh of footsteps as someone aproached her from behind. A hand lay on her shoulder, bare in the cold. She turned her eyes lightly, not moving anything else to see who was there, not curious, to confused and guilty and numb to care. Just looking.

It was Kakashi. His hair was drenched, and hung around his face freely, his hitai ate gone. His gray eye shined gently, his red one open, but the eye just red, the sharingan deactivated. His mask was gone as well, his bare, baby-smooth features shown to the world. He wore black sweatpants and a muscle tanktop, his skin equally drenched, but the muscle glistening.

He didn't even look like Kakashi, well, barely, but he looked gorgeous, even as his face was creased in worry.

"Sensei." She monotonelessly, turning her eyes back to watch the thunder clash across the sky, as the lightening chased eachother in a dangerous game of tag, singing the sky and leaving its mark.

"What are you doing on my roof...?"

And that puzzled her. What was she doing out here? Why was she in the rain, letting it drench her so that there was no denying the cold that would come?

When the answer came, she gave a cold, calleous laugh, that made Kakashi tense as he let his hand slide away. He moved in front of her, and she met his eyes with her confused green orbs. His eyes widened. Maybe he would udnerstand...

"I'm trying to get clean." Sakura replied slowly, smiling sadly.

"For what?" He asked.

"For not crying. For not feeling pain. For not hurting. For not missing him. For saying I loved him." Kakashi's eyes softened, and he brushed a hand over the self-inflicted cuts on her shoulder. She flinched, and he pulled his hand back. She averted her eyes.

"Sakura... he hurt us all. But there's nothing wrong with being strong."

"But I'm not strong... and I want to be weak... I want to feel those things... but I don't."

"You shouldn't. It was his wrong, his fault Sakura. It's good that you're moving on."

"But I'm not." She sighed, rubbing her arms against the cold. "I don't think I'll ever move on..."

"I want to say that it will get better... But Sakura, I don't know that. All I know is that you can get through this. You may not know it, but in some ways, you're stronger than me. Now let's go inside. I'll make you some tea."

Sakura nodded slowly, a tear finally flowing down her cheeks.

Well... maybe the rain can give her something.