A dagger dangled in his fingers, threatening to turn to his neck at any given moment. He looked at the two graves below him, clear and granite. Solemnly, he reflected.
It wasn't his fault, he knew that for a fact. Death was death, and it came sooner for others. Unfortunately for Sakura, it had come too soon. At least in Kakashi's opinion. He knew her body wasn't as strong as it was before, and that her brain was damaged beyond repair but still, she didn't deserve to die.
He knew it was going to happen, but God did he dreaded the day. Tsunade had already assured Kakashi of Sakura's deteriorating system, she'd warned him that there was no undoing the damage. Kakashi ignored it, he ignored it the best he could. For five years, he raised Sakura like the daughter he never had, for five years, he lived. And as quickly as God gave him life, he took it away.
The once curious cripple had been degraded to nothing more than a small form in her wheelchair. She giggled still. However, her skin was now so pale it could be considered gray, while her once vibrant pink hair faded and her bones stuck out of her skin like a starving P.O.W. Her lips were thin and white, while her eyes sunk into her head. Kakashi stayed by her side, dressing her, cleaning her, attempting to feed her and caring for her. Seeing her wither away pierced his heart, a pierce sharper than the sharpest knife could have delivered. He stayed strong for Sakura though, he was well aware she mirrored what he reflected. If he was acting nervous, she'd act nervous She still giggled, but not much any more. So naturally, he acted as if nothing was wrong, as if her major health decline was nothing significant. Just as he had done so for Sakura, he remained happy to those outside, letting them know that he was alright and he was caring for Sakura the best he could.
Everyone knew she was dying, it seemed they chose to ignore it too.
However, when he was with Iruka, Kakashi wasn't afraid to let his emotions spill over, and often found himself crying into the chest of the younger man. A cloud hung over his head, and he let Iruka know that the instant Sakura died, God would take Iruka too. Iruka attempted to dispel the Kakashi's fears, but the silver haired man would hear nothing of it. The people he loved died, simple and plain. So, he stopped visiting Iruka completely.
When the girl giggled her happiest, Kakashi had known Sakura's time was up. He attempted to avoid Iruka for the remainder of his life, however, he'd seen him last at Sakura's funeral, Iruka tried to talk to him, he tried to tell him something important, but Kakashi had ignored him, and continued to do so for weeks. Kakashi had regretted doing so deeply, as Iruka had been killed on a mission two months after Sakura's death.
Kakashi had been standing over two graves, both blood stained as a figure now collapsed on top of them.
I don't own Naruto. I debated putting a happier sorta ending, but thought against it. In an epilogue, i'll probably talk about Kakashi in heaven, so maybe i'll write that maybe I won't...you know what, I will. So, in a day or two fellas! Anyway, it was originally supposed to be one chapter, but three's alright. Anyway, i'm writing a new story for Kakashi and Iruka, I hope you all enjoy that one! Hope you liked this chapter, have a nice week and God bless!