Title: Dying in your arms

Pairing: Sakura/Kakashi *squint*

Rating: K

Words: 510

He sat there and took it because.....because he knew deep down he deserved it. Placid he was as she beat her small fists against his pectoral muscles. Crying. Screaming. Broken. And he sat back because he knew he was helpless, blind to what truly happened.

Both felt responsible, both felt weak and both felt useless. But most of all they both felt....used.

How could they have been so ignorant, as to not see this coming? They are shinobi trained to look above and beyond then what is plainly in front of them to see. He couldn't fathom this, couldn't fathom her. He has seen death before, by his own hands or by the hands of others but she....she was suppose to be strong. She wasn't suppose to be like this, hell none of this should have happened! He didn't even stop her or bother to look down. He couldn't look at her because to look in her eyes would be admitting defeat that he failed as her sensei.

Oh cruel irony, the student he thought reminded him of himself at a younger age. The student who he believed to be the strongest of the three. The student he taught to never abandon friends, has betrayed them all. Betrayed his village, his friends, everyone. But nothing could have prepared him for this. Sasuke is a rogue ninja, nothing more than a pawn. Naruto is dead, lying somewhere six feet under, his name carved in stone. Sakura is currently in his arms. Crying. Screaming. Broken.

No he can't look at her no matter how much courage he could muster it still won't be enough. For to look in her eyes, he has seen death and the way he now held her silent sobbing form to his chest....

It didn't matter she had a heart beat.

It didn't matter that she could breathe.

It didn't matter that she held warmth.

For she was truly deep down, dying, dying, dead. And when she screamed at him to look at her his heart broke, for even though it beat she was long gone. A broken shell of hope and dreams of what once was, and nothing he could do or say could matter so far into this pain, though both shinobi felt they truly were too blame.

So he knelt down and held her loudly crying form, because both knew that this was the end. Both shinobi died in that moment. Each holding on to what once was, desperately, hopefully, dreading full well. For even when the thunder proclaimed itself in the distance.

Even when the lighting lit the sky and shone two lone figures clutching on to one another on the ground, drenched to the bone sitting in front of a marble stone. Cruel irony, because Kakashi thought death, would have been extremely painful. But he felt it when every one of her sobs raked through her body and into his.

He was numb, she was numb.

They were numb, and both shinobi knew that this was their true and sudden bliss.