Kakashi came home to Sakura throwing his things in the yard.
"Sakura, what's this about?"
"I don't know, Kakashi," Sakura bit out sarcastically, throwing an armload of CDs in the direction of his favorite armchair, "maybe it has something to do with Saturday."
Kakashi briefly wondered how the hell his tiny fiancée managed to wrangle the beast out the front door. He had to admit she was deceptively strong but still, the thing was practically a behemoth. And exactly how she managed to fit it through the front door was beyond him. (It was a miracle he'd even gotten it inside in the first place.)
Saturday… There was something he had to do on Saturday…
He mouthed the word to himself, trying to remember. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, pressing his hand to his forehead, "our wedding."
"So nice of you to remember," Sakura said with fake sweetness as she carried a carton of records and a turntable passed him. "Of course, that would've been better if you'd remembered on, you know, Saturday."
Kakashi looked at his (hopefully still) fiancée apologetically. "I'm so sorry, Sakura, I just got lost—"
"On the path of life, I know, Kakashi," she spat at him. "You've been feeding me that shit line for years. I just never would've guessed that you'd feed it to me on our wedding day." She stormed back into the house, before popping her head out of the open front door. "Or in this case the day after!" Her words were acidic as she hurled them at Kakashi. She slammed the door on him, who was now standing on the doorstep, preparing his apology and the begging that would follow.
"Sakura, please, just listen," pleaded Kakashi through an open window, watching as pictures and clothes came flying out.
Sakura glared daggers at him through the window. "Why should I listen to you, Kakashi?" demanded Sakura.
When Kakashi came up short, his mouth uselessly hanging open under his mask as he tried to think of a reason, Sakura just scoffed. "My mom was right," she said, blinking tears out of her eyes.
She disappeared from the window, presumably getting more of his things to get rid of.
"Sakura, I can explain!" He called through the window.
"Explain what, Kakashi?" Sakura yelled back, whipping his dress shirts and pants at him with impressive force. "Explain how you were over three hours late for our wedding? How you left me at the altar? How you haven't come home until now, the morning after our wedding night? What can you explain?"
Kakashi faltered for a moment before lamely saying, "There was a thing…"
"Oh," Sakura said sarcastically. "I understand now, there was a thing!" Viciously wrenching her engagement ring from her finger, she threw it down at Kakashi, hitting him on the head. "Here, take it," she snapped bitterly.
The pinkette disappeared from the window once again, leaving Kakashi standing dumbly under it.
"Sakura!" he called, running into her as he tried to come in through the back door. She dropped the armload of shoes and knickknacks she was carrying.
Sakura furiously wiped tears away from her cheeks. "What, Kakashi?"
"I'm so sorry, baby," he said as soothingly as he could, trying to wrap her into an embrace.
His (now ex-) fiancée pushed away from his embrace, refusing to accept his "apology". She laughed wetly. "Did you honestly believe that would work?" she asked him, her voice wavering slightly. "Coming back with some half-baked apology and a kiss and a cuddle isn't going to work, Kakashi. You left me there at the altar with a bleeding priest and p…" her voice faltered. Tears were spilling over onto her cheeks and she rubbed them hard with the heel of her palm. She sniffed and looked up, her lips rolled into her mouth.
"…pissed on flowers," Sakura continued, finding her voice again, "my mother raving mad about Dad's new pretty young thing, Dad's new pretty young thing telling me how to give a proper blow job, Dad telling me about how to have sex all because you," she jabbed him hard in the chest, "didn't show up on time!"
Sakura was full on sobbing now, her hands balled into fists on his chest. "If you'd just kept your goddamn promise, none of that would've happened," her fists slammed weakly into his chest; "we'd be in the French Riviera right now… and married…" her words became incoherent as she sobbed into his chest, her hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt.
Kakashi wrapped his arms around her, the side of his face resting on the top of her head. He rocked them back and forth gently as he waited for her to calm down.
Finally, when her sobbing had wound down to sniffles and hitched breathing, Kakashi lifted his head from the top of hers and lifted her chin for a kiss. She never really liked kissing him through his mask. It was awkward, he'd have to agree, to kiss through the fabric, but he wasn't going to take off his mask. Not here, standing in his back doorway with the woman he was supposed to marry yesterday having cried into his shirt moments earlier.
Sakura closed her eyes and turned her head away. "No, Kakashi." She sounded tired, like she was just done with this whole mess and she just wanted to go to sleep and forget about it. "I told you this isn't how this works." She wiped viciously at the remaining wetness on her cheeks. "I'm better than this," she muttered under her breath.
Better than you.
Kakashi just stared down at her, his tongue uselessly sat in his mouth and his entire brain screamed at him to say something, goddammit.
"I want you out," said Sakura quietly but sternly. "I want you to take the rest of your things and leave."
Kakashi pleaded, "Sakura, please." He was about ready to get on his knees and beg for her forgiveness.
The pinkette sniffed and picked up the fallen shoes and knickknacks. She shoved them into his chest. "You're breaking my heart, Kakashi," she said, barely audible, before disappearing back into the house.
Throwing his things over his shoulder, he desperately followed her into the house. He found her in the bedroom, gathering the last of his clothing to dispose of.
"Sakura…" he said lowly.
When she didn't look up, he continued, "I didn't get cold feet, I swear." He walked toward Sakura, who had stilled at his words. "I slept in after my bachelor party and I was a little hungover."
Sakura's lips rolled into her mouth as Kakashi came close enough behind her to reach out and touch her.
"And I went to go visit Obito at the graveyard. I must've lost track of time."
Sakura croaked out, "How do you lose track of time for that long?"
Kakashi carded a hand through his hair. "I had a lot to catch up on, I hadn't been down there in a while."
Sakura visibly bristled. "You missed our wedding because you had a lot to catch up on?!" She whipped around to face him, stalking toward him, causing him to walk backwards. "He's dead, Kakashi! I'm alive! I'm your fiancée!"
There was a moment of stunned silence from Sakura's slip of the tongue and Kakashi stared at her wide-eyed.
"Was your fiancée…" Sakura quietly corrected herself.
The finality of her last sentence was too much. Kakashi dropped to his knees in front of her. Grasping at her waist, he brought her closer to him, his face buried into her stomach.
Sakura looked down at the silver-haired man. "Kakashi… What?"
"Don't do this to me," Kakashi pleaded into her stomach, his hands grasping at her wrists. "Sakura, please, please, don't leave me."
Sakura pulled her wrists from his grasp and remained silent.
He pressed his cheek against her stomach, his hands on her waist again. "You're the best thing that's happened to me."
"Kakashi…" Sakura pleaded quietly.
He was practically grasping at her now, as if trying to hold all of her at once. His face buried into her stomach once again, pressing kisses onto it. "I'm sorry," he murmured over and over again.
Sakura stumbled back a little as he assaulted her stomach. "Stop," she said, her voice shaking a little bit.
Kakashi paid no heed to her words, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips. "I should've been there," he said. "I was so stupid."
The pinkette pushed at his head with one hand and moved to detach his hands with the other, trying to pry him off of her. "No."
Kakashi looked up at her, his visible eye shining and wet. "How can I make this better, Sakura?" he asked, sounding lost.
Sakura tried to swallow the lump that had returned to her throat. "You can't," came her quiet reply. "Can't you see, Kakashi?" She blinked back tears that rose to her eyes. "You can't make this better."
The silver-haired man stared dumbly at the pinkette.
"This isn't just about the missed wedding." A rogue tear made its way down her cheeks and Sakura almost hated herself a little for letting herself be this emotional. "You've been late to everything, Kakashi, every date, our appointments during the planning, everything." She squeezed her eyes shut. "Missing the wedding was just icing on the cake."
"Sakura…" Kakashi dropped back to kneeling, his head hanging low. "I… I need you. I'm begging you, don't leave me."
"I need time, Kakashi!" Sakura gathered her hair in fists and tugged. "I need time to think about whether or not this is worth it."
Whether or not you're worth it.
Kakashi could hear her unspoken words.
"Can't you see I just need time?" Sakura whispered through her tears.
Kakashi bit his bottom lip. "I…"
The pinkette hoarsely whispered, "I just want you gone."
Kakashi licked his lips under his mask. "Okay," he said quietly after a moment. He stood and walked to the bedroom door.
"I love you," he said to her when he reached the door.
The silver-haired man stared at his pinkette, who was refusing to look him in the eye… or in his general direction at all.
Sakura twined and untwined her fingers, still refusing to look at Kakashi. "Your dogs are at Kiba's," she said, her voice quiet.
Kakashi stared at Sakura a moment longer before making his way out of the house.
A/N: I wrote this, like, 100 years ago and kind of forgot about it until now. Hope you enjoyed. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.
