A/N: I listened to El tango de Roxanne from Moulin Rouge while writing this. Oh man, what a song.


That night, the night of the two year anniversary of Naruto and Sasuke's death, something happens.

Kakashi and Sakura should have predicted it.

In fact, Kakashi would later chide himself for predicting it, and letting it happen anyway.

On the one year anniversary of their teammate's death, Kakashi and Sakura don't even see each other, or anyone. Each of them locked themselves away in their little ninja apartments paid with blood money, devoid of personal things, and drank.

This year, though, they visit the memorial together and then they part ways to repeat the last part of last year's ritual.

Change of plans, though, when Sakura knocks on Kakashi's door.

She's in her pajamas. An old t-shirt that she's outgrown enough for her not to wear in daylight, but still comfortable enough to sleep in. Some baggy light green pants with a repeating teacup pattern, and Sakura doesn't even like tea. Barefoot.

It's cold out, he can tell by the gooseflesh that's visible on her arms and she's not wearing a bra because her arms are folded over her breasts in hopes he doesn't notice.

"Kakashi—" She says, "I can't do this alone anymore."

And she stepped in without really asking. Kakashi moved without really saying anything.

She stopped calling him sensei when she found out they were dead, after three weeks in a coma. Kakashi had told her, and he had cried for the first time in a long time.

Kakashi looks comfortable too. He didn't have his flak jounin vest on, and he just wore his simple navy blue spandex under shirt which doubled as his mask and a pair of dark grey sweatpants.

When they are sitting on his couch, she won't look at him. Finally, Kakashi reached out and touched her shoulder with a fingertip. She looks straight into his mismatched eyes then, and just looks at him for a moment.

Then, she moves forward, pushing her palms flat against his chest gently, but firmly. Kakashi leans backwards and down onto the couch, putting one of his legs up. Sakura lays her body, belly down, against him, setting her head against his shoulder so her breath tickles his neck through the thin fabric. His arms slowly rise up and encircle her waist loosely, his fingers interlocking.

Sakura breaths and rests on his chest, eyes flickering shut.

"It's cold out." She says, "But it won't rain. Not even the sky will cry for them tonight like it should."

Kakashi grunts in reply. "I know, it's pissing me off. It's as if…"

He trails off, and Sakura finishes it for him, "…As if they've been forgotten."

The Copy-Nin doesn't say anything, because it wasn't that he was struggling for the words, it was that he didn't want to hear them.

They sit in silence for a while, then, with nothing but Kakashi's clock ticking in the background. It's not even on the right time, which has always bothered Sakura.

The pink-haired kunoichi lets out a small laugh after a bit.

"I remember when Naruto promised Sasuke that they would die together." She spits bitterly, "I was so naïve, I had hope that Naruto could save Team Seven."

Kakashi still doesn't respond. What does one tell a teammate that they didn't feel or know already?

"Sometimes I wonder why he couldn't have extended me that courtesy too."

At that, Kakashi felt a pang and he jerked his head to look down at her. He can see that she isn't crying, but that worries him more than if she had been.

Out of some strange instinct, Kakashi stretches his head strangely and touches his clothed lips to Sakura's temple. Then, he begs (nearly whimpers), "Don't say that."

Sakura is startled by how thick his voice is. She props herself up a bit so she can look Kakashi in the eye, and she can see that what she said hurt him.

Somewhere, she knows that she is all he has left.

What happens next is not the result of drunkenness, or life-shattering grief.

Sakura bridges the small gap between their face and kisses Kakashi long and slow on his lips.

For some reason, he's not surprised and he accepts her kiss with closed eyes.

What happens next is the result of two people trying to comfort each other.

Kakashi's arms tighten just a little bit around her waist, and it's all the encouragement Sakura needs to reach up and pull his mask down for the first time.

She doesn't bother to look at his face because it doesn't fucking matter anymore and she doesn't need to open her eyes to know where his lips are.

As the kiss grows from warming to hungry and passionate, Kakashi's hands slip under her shirt and roam Sakura's back, his fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure.

Her hands roam too. One goes north to dig deep into his silver hair and the other trails over his muscled chest til she can find the edge of the fabric.

Kakashi is delighted to discover that she ate chocolate ice cream before she came over when her lips break open, and his tongue caresses alongside hers.

They break for a moment, staring wild-eyed and panting at each other.

The silver-haired jounin surges forward to catch Sakura in another kiss, while forcing her backwards and then up into a standing position. They bump their way across the living room and through the tiny doorway to his bedroom.

They spend the night together, not because their teammates are gone, but because they are here.

When he wakes up curled around her sleeping form, he waits until she awakes to tell her that.

It's early morning and she jolts into consciousness with a gasp. Kakashi tightens his hold around her lithe body, and whispers gruffly into her ear, "I'm here…I'm here…"

Sakura breathes deeply and pushes herself closer to him, if only to make sure.