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The fourth shinobi war had finally ended. After all that every single shinobi has been through they are overwhelmed. The war was over… a very hard consept to fully grasp and understand. Every remaining shinobi felt the same way deep inside: exhausted, relieved, and with immense grief. Many had been killed... families, lovers, friends and comrades have all had to say their farewells to loved ones. Now, everyone who wasn't exhausted or unable to walk was helping gather and identify the dead bodies. It, indeed, was a difficult task, but after what they have all been through everyone felt as if they had to be there for one another. It was a mutual feeling, the feeling of loss, spread throughout saddened souls. Also, inside of those dismayed souls there was happiness. Finally they weren't going to lose any more. The war was over…
Chapter One: Impossible
Kakashi walked towards where Naruto and Sakura were standing. They looked as if they were in their own world… talking and laughing, Naruto's injured and battered body being healed by Sakura. He had not seen them in quite a while and needed to pass on a message.
"Naru-", Kakashi started saying when he was close enough, but then he was interrupted by loud shouts. He looked at Naruto and Sakura who were now looking over at the ruckus. Kakashi turned his head as well.
"–do you think you are?" a loud male voice was shouting, "How could you drop her! You worthless piece of-"
An ANBU from Konoha was helping a ninja from Iwagakure carry a lifeless body of a young kunoichi. The ANBU had dropped the body and fell quickly to the ground to pick her up. Normally, ANBU members aren't so clumsy, probably the war had caused the ANBU to reach his limit. Most of the people who were close enough to listen stared at them, they turned their heads towards them when they had heard the fuss.
"I'm sorry I-" the ANBU started saying and before being able to finish the ninja from Iwagakure punched the ANBU. The tiger mask was already seriously cracked and when the ninja threw an amazingly strong and fast punch to her face it fell, broken, to the ground. When the face was revealed the Iwagakure ninja was wide eyed.
"You are a-" he said quite embarrassed, "I…I'm sorry"
The face of the ANBU belonged to a beautiful young woman. The mask held her hair in place and as soon as he broke her mask, her long, black hair came loose. She had a delicate face and the most outstanding part of her was her eyes, eyes that would shine even in the darkest of rooms.
She had dark circles under her glittering blue eyes, obviously she hadn't slept in days, and an expression of pain crossed her face. When the woman's eyes passed by Kakashi's, she stared at him for what seemed to be less than a mere second. In that second her eyes widened with surprise and turned back to looking at the Iwagakure ninja. Kakashi felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach. He felt as if someone had knocked the air out of him and now couldn't breathe.
Those eyes! No…no, she was…dead. He thought incredulously. But he had stared right into her eyes! He couldn't be mistaken, those electric blue eyes were impossible to forget.
How can she…how is she…what the hell is going on? Maybe the war wasn't over, maybe one of the white Zetsus had survived or… or the Impure World Reincarnation. No…no, that's impossible, she was really there. But…how?
Kakashi was confused, he was completely taken aback
"I beg for your forgiveness, such act of disrespect, please forgive me I-" she kneeled before the man, holding the body up with utmost respect, but before she could finish the man got the body from her and nodded, silencing her immediately.
The man saw her, a slightly shocked expression on his face, and saw as she bowed before turning for her mask. Kakashi didn't realize that she was walking towards him. He couldn't tell what the expression was that she had on her face. Was it sad, embarrassed or apologetic? But then it changed to elation. He stared at her, looking deep into those hypnotizing blue eyes.
Before he knew it he saw as her face changed into confusion, she suddenly stopped and before his eyes she started to disappear, rapidly disintegrating into sakura petals. Finally, the only thing left being the petals dancing in the wind and falling gently to the ground.
I can't let her go, not again!
Kakashi immediately summoned Pakkun.
"Kuchiyose no Jutsu!" In a puff of smoke, a brown pug appeared before him.
"You know what to do." Kakashi said.
Pakkun nodded and started to run. Naruto and Sakura, having spotted Kakashi, followed after them.
"Ka- Kakashi-sensei!" Sakura yelled after him but he dismissed it.
"Pakkun is it… is it really her." Kakashi asked incredulously.
"I'd know her scent anywhere" He answered, "She's close."
"Yes, I can smell her too." Kakashi said.
They were approaching a forest, giant trees started to encircle all of them. The sun didn't reach the ground anymore, except for a few small gaps where sunlight barely passed. Kakashi's breathing started to become heavy, his heart started throbbing against his chest, all for the anticipation of that moment when he would see heronce again.
"She knows that we're after her, Kakashi, hurry!" Pakkun yelled.
"I know." He sped up leaving everyone behind.
He could hear her now, he could sense that she was just ahead and suddenly the path ahead cleared and she came into view, just a few meters away. Her running body right in front of him, her hair dancing in the wind, leaves falling slowly to the ground and the warm rays of the sun seeping through the leaves. He had seen this before...
"Catch me, Kakashi! If you can!" A very young Takara yelled as she ran ahead of Kakashi. Her warm bubbly laugh filling his ears, her short hair rushing behind her. Sakura petals twirling to the ground and the hot sun above them warming their skin.
"Oi! Wait up, that's not fair!" A young Kakashi yelled as he ran after her, also laughing.
"Takara!" He yelled.
No, no she's DEAD! An imposter, this can't be real, this can't be her.
Kakashi started to catch up, he forced his legs to go faster, he could see that the woman before was slowing down. He was… so close… he extended his arms…
A little more!
Then, they both fell to the ground, Kakashi who had jumped on her clutched her shoulders and pressed them against the grass and his body on top of hers restraining her from moving.
"Who are you?" Kakashi asked.
But just as they had fell she quickly punched him with both hands, causing Kakashi to loosen his grip. She took advantage of this and jumped away from him, her eyes never leaving his. She walked slowly backwards trying to get as much distance away from each other. She suddenly felt as her back hit a tree trunk and that's when Kakashi saw an opening. He got a kunai out and in the blink of an eye he appeared right in front of Takara, she inhaled in surprise and her eyes went wide. He placed the kunai over her throat, she could feel the sharp edge of the kuani so close to her throat.
"Answer my question." He said menacingly.
Takara looked into his eyes searching, searching for the truth behind his words. She knew... she knew well that Kakashi knew very well who she was. How to prove it to him, she had no clue.
"Masami Takara" She said, one single tear rolling down her cheek.
She wanted to close the distance between them, she wanted to hold Kakashi once again in her arms, she wanted Kakashi's lips against hers as it once was, but...
I have no right, not after all this time, not after all I've made him go through...
"..." Kakashi couldn't find the words. He was speechless, hearing her name after so long. Hearing her voicewas enough to silence him forever. Seeing those eyes shed a tear... he hadn't felt this way in a long time.
"Forgive me..." Takara said in a soft voice, "I-"
Before she could continue with her apology Kakashi looked back at her, dropping the kuna i to the ground. He looked into her eyes, once again, just like it used to be so many years ago, and he brought her to him, in an embrace in which neither of them would like to ever let go.
