A/N: In this story, Sakura was 18 when she became pregnant. So at this point in time, she is now thirty-three which makes Kakashi right around forty-seven. I hate how Kakashi is somewhat old in this fic but I am choosing to follow the fourteen year age difference which leaves me no choice. I apologize ahead of time.

Also, I realize that these chapters are somewhat short so far. I assure you this will all change in due time.

With that said, here's Chapter Two of Beautiful.

Haruno Sakura wandered the barren streets of a fairly large town in the Wind Country known as Notura. It was a relatively modern village with quite a number of people. The townspeople wore fashionable clothing which was much different than the small Konoha village Sakura had lived in for most of her life. Though the still fairly young kunoichi had lived here for some time, it still took time getting used to.

The buildings in this community seemed to stretch for miles into the blue sky, each of them very well close together. The atmosphere felt crammed and tight, something the pink haired woman was still trying to adapt towards. If Sakura had a choice, she would leave this place any day in exchange of going back to Konoha; the place where she had lived a great deal of her life. The place she would always call home.

Sakura wrapped her scarf tightly around her neck and folded her arms into her sides as the wind seemed to pick up around her. The climate of the Wind Country was much different then Fire Country and even with all the amount of traveling she did with her old team in Konoha, Sakura still could not adjust to the crisp air.

Finally stumbling to the grungy building she was looking for, the petite kunoichi sped into the large double doors and wanted to bask in the warmth that welcomed her. Standing in the entryway for a brief few seconds was all it took for a large, somewhat handsome man to greet her with a rather curious look strewn upon his chiseled, striking face.

"What brings you to the Vanity, miss? Though I already have a slight notion." The man grinned, ushering Sakura to follow him into a small hallway on his left. "Let's step inside my office."

The pink haired kunoichi reluctantly followed the man into a decorative office that housed magnificent furniture and red carpet with tinted gray walls. On these elaborate walls hung endless amounts of pictures of drop-dead gorgeous women who could make any man in this small world drool. Sakura knew at this point that she had no chance with these imposing girls and should save herself and this man a lot of trouble by walking right back out those wooden doors after she clarified her gut instinct.

"Do these women work here?" Sakura asked tentatively.

"A couple do, most have moved on to bigger and better things apparently." The tall man chuckled, coming off as arrogant as if there were no other better place to work than the "Vanity". "The girls who are graced enough to have made it on one of these walls were the cash reeling women. They knew what they were doing, let's just say."

Unlike me. Sakura thought helplessly, feeling more and more overwhelmed as the seconds ticked on. This was going against Sakura's every fiber of who she herself was today. She was a ninja. She was one of the best medic nins throughout the world. She had no business stepping through these doors but fate had left her no choice.

As Sakura gazed around in wonder, the built man who wore nothing less of designer garb took this opportunity to study and scrutinize the pink haired kunoichi. Sakura could feel his gaze washing over every ounce of skin she had and turned towards him with a small blush plastered on her face, feeling slightly intimidated and more and more uncomfortable as the seconds wore on.

"My name is Imashi. Sorry for my rude introduction, it's not everyday I have a girl like you coming in here." Imashi admitted, walking around the large wooden desk and pulling a small chair out for Sakura to sit in. "Please, sit."

Sakura understood very well what he most likely meant. In other words, it wasn't everyday that Imashi had an unexperienced, boring looking woman come in here with not a slab of makeup on and curves that seemed almost nonexistent. Realizing Sakura was probably making a fool of herself and did not want to embarrass herself further, she made a turn towards the door and mumbled a small apology to the man.

"I'm sorry, sir. I shouldn't be here-"

"What's your name?" Imashi's deep voice stopped her in her hasty tracks, causing her to turn around slowly and peep out an answer.

"Sakura."

Imashi gave a smile that could light up a whole town and caused Sakura's gut to clench in fascination at how beautiful this man truly was even though his contemptuous manner seemed encumbering.

"Well Sakura, when I said it's not everyday I have a girl like you coming in here, by that I meant it's not everyday an exotic, naturally beautiful and gifted woman charms me with their presence. Please, have a seat and let's discuss why you came here this afternoon."

Hatake Kakashi stood in the entryway of his daughter's bedroom, the hallway light seeping into the small space. Casting light on Tashi's face and a halo of light pink hair, the silver haired shinobi had to smile to himself. She was so much like her mother in the fact that she was beautiful when she slept.

Kakashi's smile melted away into a frown as he recalled thoughts of Sakura. His heart clenched in anger, hate and undying love every time he thought about her. It messed with his head daily because Kakash couldn't deny how he missed her more then he could ever remember missing someone in his whole entire life. Yet he hated every ounce of his being by missing her and craving her warm body next to his whenever he turned off all the lights and it was just he and himself in his large bed.

And he hated it.

Why couldn't he just forget about the damn woman? Kakashi had every ability in the world to detach himself from people daily due to the profession of being a ninja and losing friends was part of the job. In the end it saved him from feeling continuous pain and agony. But why was Sakura so different? Why did Kakashi lack the discipline to forget about her and move on? She had caused himself, and more importantly, their daughter, a great deal of pain. Maybe if she had stuck around, Tashi wouldn't have ended up-

"Dad, your staring again."

Kakashi's visible eye widened for a split second, realizing he had been so caught up in his thoughts he hadn't even noticed his daughter had awoken from her slumber. He really was truly losing his touch.

"Sorry, baby. Didn't mean to wake you." Kakashi whispered, making a move to close Tashi's door and exit off to his room to turn in for the night as well when Tashi's small voice stopped him.

"It's okay. I wasn't able to sleep anyways."

And at that moment, the tall shinobi smelled the scent of small tears that were slowly making their way down Tashi's smooth, pale face as a small sob escaped the young girl as she had tried to hold it in.

Kakashi was there in less then a second, sitting on the edge of his daughter's bed. He pulled her lithe body into his strong, comforting arms and rested her head on his hard muscled chest as he rocked her and wiped those streams of tears off her face.

The sobs wracked Tashi's body, making her convulse as pain and torment soaked through every pore of her being. Soaking her father's shirt in snot and tears went beyond her and Kakashi as Tashi choked out tears that seemed would continue for a while as the dam of hard built walls came crashing down.

"We'll get through this together, Tashi." Kakashi whispered softly into his daughter's cotton candy colored locks. They smelled like pure cherries, like someone else he knew...

"Dad?" Tashi asked, sitting up and wiping her tears as the sobs died down slowly.

"Hm?"

"Does mom ever send any letters or anything at all? Do you know where she is?"

Kakashi took his arms from around his Tashi's shoulders and folded them in his lap as he bent over his knees, trying to figure out the best way to word his next sentence without upsetting the girl next to him. He knew no matter how he said it that it was going to hurt Tashi and it hurt him as well. It was a sore subject and he didn't like to talk much about it but he knew Tashi had every right to know.

"Your mother left behind a letter the day she left Konoha."

The silence that came after was bone crushing. He felt Tashi perk up but it was nothing to get excited or hopeful about. In fact, it was the exact opposite.

"And?" Tashi urged on, her voice taking a higher octave.

"I'll just be blunt. She doesn't want to be found. Ever."

Kakashi knew the affects of his words probably had something to do with the way Tashi gasped, feeling as though she had just taken a powerful hit to the gut. He didn't know how else to be short and down to the point, causing as little torture as he possibly could. These were the times where Kakashi wished he had a rule book to go by. Even though he was trying to be the best father he knew how, sometimes the best intentions did not always appease.

Life just wasn't that simple.

"I know that she does love you-"

"Shutup." Tashi spat, venom soaking her voice as she stood up from her bed in nothing but a dark tanktop and small shorts. Even at fifteen she was not much taller than Kakashi sitting on the bed, bent over his knees not allowing eye contact to be made as the storm brewed before him.

Tashi's eyes were cold and deadly, a look she had most likely obtained from Kakashi himself. It was the look the infamous Copy Ninja gave his victims as they took their last breath. He had never known what it was like to be caught in a stare like the one Tashi was giving him now. Usual big sparkling, emerald eyes that could shine as bright as the sun now looked cold and poisoned, shooting daggers at Kakashi himself.

"How could you even say that?" Tashi bit out, her fists tightening and clenching.

"Tashi-"

"Shutup! You don't anything! You are so dimwitted and blinded by your own stupidity!" Tashi roared, chest heaving as the storm finally let loose and soon after the lightening would crack and set fire.

"Please, Tashi-"

"If she so called loved me, then don't you think she would've stuck around? Don't you think she would've wanted to be here?" Tashi cried, her voice becoming louder and louder as she continued. "You fucking defend her! After all this time! She has you under some spell because she doesn't fucking love me, love you or anyone-"

"Tashi!" Kakashi barked, suddenly standing up and causing Tashi to trip backwards in surprise.

"You don't know what your talking about and I will not sit here and have you patronize me. It may not seem like it and you may never understand but your mother loved you more then she loved herself. You were everything to her when she had you and will always continue to be, even if she isn't here now. You have no idea the reasons she left so before you jump to conclusions-" Kakashi tried to say but was cut off with a small whisper of his daughter before him.

"Notice everything you just said was past tense." Tashi darkly laughed, no amusement in the situation whatsoever. "Get out."

Kakashi stared into the short girl's deep green eyes, realizing that if he continued this conversation any further it would end up badly. He understood the importance of space and time but for some reason he didn't want to leave just yet.

"Tashi, please. Please just trust me. I know what I'm talking about."

"And like I don't?" Tashi said, cocking her head up towards the only man she had really ever had respect and true love for. Tonight, in the here and now, Tashi didn't know if she respected him all that much anymore. There he continued to fight and defend for the woman who left them without a goodbye, no promise that she'd be back.

"What don't you understand about getting the fuck out of my room?" Tashi snapped dangerously, an arm extended towards the door in a clear message as to what the young girl wanted.

With no further adue, Hatake Kakashi gave a last look to his fifteen year old daughter and strode out the door as quickly as he had come in. He knew that she was hurting yet it burned the silver haired ninja even more to see Tashi in such clear pain and not be able to help ease her distress.

This was something only time would heal.

End of Chapter Two.

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