"Take me, Kakashi," she whispered, her hot breath fanning over his neck, dulling his other senses further. "Please." She needed him, and she was sure that no matter if he complied or not, he needed her too.

He gazed into her eyes, and though they were clouded with lust, there hinted longing, and more than that, a desperation for him. Then suddenly she was looking to the floor, an appealing crimson flushed over her cheeks. And his eyes widened in surprise as she quickly stood on her toes and weaved her fingers through his hair and molded her lips against his.

She felt his hands travel to her hips, and then she was lying on the couch, Kakashi standing in front of her, hands in his pockets, unfazed. Disappointment began to consume her.

"Now now, Sakura," from the way his eye moved, she could tell that he was smirking. "I haven't taken off my mask yet." And then he was on top of her, his hands positioned on either side of her head so that he could hold himself up.

Tentatively, the kunoichi brought her hands to his hair and untied his headband, revealing his sharingan eye as it fell to the floor. He moved his face closer. Sakura's breathing became shallow, her cheeks flushed as her fingers crept down his face and to the edge of his mask. She edged it down until his face was revealed completely. Though she had seen his face earlier that day, she couldn't help but be mesmerized by his handsome features.

Her eyes slipped shut as he inched his face closer, finally bringing his lips to hers. His lips were so sweet, oh so sweet. He ran one hand through her hair, and began moving his mouth roughly against hers, savoring the flavor of her full lips, and imprinting to memory the feel of her tongue winding with his.

The jounin pulled away and took into himself the image of her underneath him; eyes half-lidded, a blush painting her delicate cheeks, and lips parted. It was a magnificent sight. He leaned back in and placed chaste kisses along her jaw line, down her neck, and to her collarbone.

Becoming irritated with the lack of space on his couch, Kakashi moved his hands to her waist and rolled them onto the floor, landing on his back with the kunoichi on top. Swiftly, he flipped them again and brought his lips fiercely back to hers, using one hand to hold himself above her, and the other to run down her side to the edge of her cotton top, and push it up over her belly-button. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, his hand trailed to her hip and he noted that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Kakashi!" he jumped as Kotetsu's voice sounded from outside and he began pounding on the door. But it was Izumo who opened it.

"Naruto needs your immediate-," Kakashi looked over his shoulder in time to see the two standing in his doorway, eyes filled with envy and disbelief. Izumo whistled.

"Wait till the boys hear about this." Kotetsu chuckled and elbowed Izumo playfully. Kakashi growled and shot them an icy look, just now recalling that his mask was not in place.

"Out." He ordered. Kotetsu flinched then cleared his throat; Izumo's expression became serous again.

"Naruto needs you in his office immediately."

"I'm busy." He turned to resume kissing the kunoichi, but was stopped when Izumo interrupted.

"I'll tell you what, Kakashi," he started, crossing his arms as a sneer formed on his face. "You go see him now and buy us a round of drinks whenever you get back from the mission he assigns you, and we won't say a word," he paused, and Kakashi's eyes narrowed. "Or, you stay here, and we go tell Ino what we just witnessed." If Ino found out about this, the entire village would know about it by the end of the week.

He growled and got to his knees. "Fine."

"I knew you'd see reason." Kotetsu chuckled as they walked out the door.

He immediately pulled up his mask and stood up before going into his bedroom to put on the remainder of his jounin attire. Sakura sat up and looked to the ground, her pink locks shielding her face from his scrutinizing expression.

"You can stay here tonight." he said as he walked to the door. He turned and smiled at her and then vanished into the darkness.

Tears swelled in her eyes and she buried her face in her hands and let her sobs take over.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Sakura stirred as morning light hit her eyelids. She sighed and turned over, but her eyes fluttered open as she discovered that she was no longer on Kakashi's living room floor, where she last remembered being. Instead, she was in his bed.

A familiar but unexpected chakra caught her attention and she sat up and looked across the room. Sasuke was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, and looking at her with his usual bored expression.

They stared at each other for a moment, and then he broke the silence.

"What are you doing here, Sakura?" she looked at him in bewilderment.

"Why am I here?" she asked, her voice growing angry. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I stayed around your apartment last night," his tone made her cringe, as if he were angry with her. "I saw you leave and followed you here. And then when you didn't come back after Kakashi left, I came and checked on you, found you on the floor." He nodded towards the living room and she blushed with anger and fought to keep her temper down.

"You still didn't answer my question." He said and took a step closer to her.

She automatically leaned back slightly. "It's none of your business!" she spat. He took two quick strides over to her and yanked down the sheets, revealing her fully clad in just Kakashi's tee shirt.

"He's going to hurt you, Sakura!" he snarled and motioned to what she was wearing. "And you don't think that's my business?!" A look of disgust took over her features.

"Since when do you care?!" she sat up higher so that her face was level with his. "Last time I checked, I was pleading my love to you and begging to help you, but no! You had to turn around and leave me with my heart crushed! Why should I believe that you care now?!" she didn't notice the tears falling down her cheeks, but she did see the unusual anger glinting in his eyes and tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Sobs took over her body but she kept her gaze with him. "I-I still love you." she cried. His expression faded back to normal and he sat next to her on the bed.

"Sakura…" he sighed and wiped away a stray tear with his thumb. She shook her head and leaned away from his touch.

"Nandemo, Sasuke-kun," she looked into his eyes. "You already broke my heart once." The kunoichi got off the bed and walked into the bathroom where her clothes were hanging.

He gazed after her for a moment, thinking things that he hadn't thought about in a long time. And then he silently, lithely, leapt out of Kakashi's open window.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Sakura fondled her dry clothes as she chewed on her lip, deep in thought. What had gotten into Sasuke; following her, giving her presents….apologizing? She didn't know what to make of it all. And then she had gone and told him that she still loved him.

Again, she was torn; Kakashi, whom she couldn't seem to get out of her head, and Sasuke, the Uchiha heir that she had been fantasizing about for seven long and miserable years. To make things worse, both of them were spoiling her, giving her the attention from them that she wanted but didn't deserve. One of them was going to get hurt; and she was going to have to choose.

The kunoichi was broken from her reverie once she tasted blood, and figured that she wasn't ready to make that decision yet anyway.

After taking a deep breath, she removed Kakashi's oversized tee shirt and pulled on her clothes, ready to go home and change into some clean attire to prepare for the day.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

After she had finally gotten to her apartment, she ate a small breakfast (courtesy of her near empty cabinets) and showered, hoping to wash away the thoughts that were clouding her mind. Though she found that while she was strolling around the village, her thoughts had strayed from her tug-of-war situation and had moved onto her confrontation with Sasuke that morning.

She put her hands in her pockets and kicked a rock.

'Why me?'

"Oi! Sakura-chan!" she looked up and saw Naruto grinning and waving animatedly. She couldn't help but smile. He was just leaving the ramen shop, and since he was full clad in his uniform, it looked like he was heading back to his office.

"Konnichi wa, Hokage-sama!" the kunoichi jogged over to him and bowed. "You seem to be out and about a lot lately, ne?" he chuckled and snaked his arm around her waist.

"Easy, no more paperwork, hehe!" he gave her another toothy grin. "And why so formal Sakura-chan?" he pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. A few moments of silence passed as they walked down the streets towards the hokage's office, and Sakura's smile faded. Naruto picked up her mood quickly.

"Something wrong, Sakura-chan?"

Her eyes stayed glued to the ground, and she stopped.

"Can I ask you something?"

He leaned down to better read the emotion in her face as she asked this.

"Sure, go ahead…" he grabbed her hand and began to pull her along again, slower this time, trying to make her more comfortable.

"What would you do….if you had to choose?" she glanced to him and he was eyeing her quizzically. "Between two people I mean…If you had to choose between someone you loved, but they had crushed you once before, and someone who you hold so close and dear, that shares mutual feelings…but….taboo….?" she said the last word quietly and sighed.

"Well," he chuckled and a distant look glazed over his eyes. "Sasuke probably has a longer life span than Kakashi-sensei, and you've probably never really seen the way he looks at you…" she felt a hot blush burn up her neck and cheeks; she hadn't expected Naruto to know who she was talking about.

"N-nani?!" she stared at him incredulously and he chuckled again, swinging their intertwined hands as they sauntered up the stairs to his office.

"It's kind of obvious, Sakura-chan," he looked to her and smiled. "I mean, you talk about him in your sleep quite a bit, hehe." Then he stopped and grinned apologetically. "Oops…" the blonde rubbed the back of his neck while Sakura was thinking over his words. She gasped.

"Naruto no baka!" the kunoichi hit him over the head, finding herself in the midst of a flashback from her genin days. She took a deep breath and calmed herself while the Rokudaime recovered from her less-than-serious blow. "And how long have you been watching me sleep, pervert?!"

"Hear me out before you hit me again, okay Sakura-chan?" he puckered his lips. She huffed and crossed her arms. Her jade eyes narrowed.

"You have 45 seconds before I punch you out of that window." She motioned to the 4th story window that they stood next to. Naruto took a couple steps away from it.

"It started when we were genin, I wanted to confront you about how I felt, but when I got to your window, I saw that you were asleep. You're really pretty when you sleep… and I was mesmerized," he had caught her attention, so his words slowed. "I started staying longer after Sasuke had left. You were so torn up, and it felt like it was all I could do to just be there. The habit stuck," he shrugged nonchalantly. "Then you started talking about Kakashi-sensei more and more, it was hard not to guess how you felt."

She hadn't noticed that they had reached his office until he took off his hat.

"Demo…" she began, confused. "Kakashi is forbidden to me, why aren't you angry?" he burst out laughing, and Sakura felt as if she had missed the joke.

"You're my best friend, Sakura-chan…Why would I take him away from you if he makes you happy?" he wore the same expression that he had the past day, when she had wondered aloud that she was surprised he had remembered her birthday.

She bowed low and long.

"Arigatou, Naruto-kun." she stood up straight and smiled, relieved to know that to the newest hokage didn't think of her relationship with Kakashi as taboo. But it was clear that he was rooting for her to choose Sasuke. And then out of nowhere, his face brightened like a child's at Christmas.

"Oh, oh, oh! Sakura-chan, I forgot to tell you!" she giggled as the old Naruto made an appearance. "Hinata's pregnant!" her smile widened and she embraced him tightly.

"Congratulations, Naru-," she was cut off when Kotetsu barged in. He bowed quickly in apology.

"I apologize for the intrusion, Hokage-sama, but you have an urgent message from the Kazekage."

He sighed and gave the girl a lopsided grin.

"I'll catch you later, Sakura-chan!" he ran out of the office with Kotetsu on his heels, and once again, she was left alone.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Sakura had found herself standing in the middle of the clearing where team seven used to train, her thoughts running through every memory that she held of those days. She thought back to how she used to fawn over Sasuke, and how it was ironic that now she was the one ignoring him.

'I should go apologize.' The thought kept repeating itself as it had been for the past few hours, and though she had made her decision awhile ago, she couldn't seem to leave the spot that she was in. She looked up slowly and saw a red flower in the distant part of the field, and giggled as it reminded her of Sasuke's favorite food.

Finally, she sprinted off in the direction of the nearest market in search of some ripe tomatoes.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The kunoichi had found a nice basket to put the red fruits in, and walked leisurely to Sasuke's home.

She didn't bother knocking when she reached the door; she knew he probably wasn't home anyway. And left the basket on his doorstep with a small note on top that read, 'I'm sorry…Sparring session later?'

When she was being honest with herself, she knew that she had no idea how to actually apologize to Sasuke, and hoped that this would be good enough. Relieved, she turned to go back to the clearing, prepared to train, when she heard a voice behind her.

"What are you doing?" Sasuke's voice rang from behind her. She peeked over her shoulder and saw him standing in the doorway, looking irritated. She blushed.

"I-I…" she stuttered, beginning to feel a bit like Hinata.

"Come inside, it's getting dark."

Sakura hadn't noticed the remarkable pink and orange sunset fading as the sun sank deeper behind the horizon. She looked back to the door, noting that Sasuke had left it open for her, but was no longer standing in view. Quickly, she grabbed the basket of tomatoes and stuffed the note in her pocket, then shut the door lightly behind her. She stood in the doorway awkwardly; she had never been in his house before.

"I-I uh…Gomen, Sasuke-kun," she bowed. "Ano…I brought you a present." she added with a forced smile, holding it out to the shadow that was standing in the dim light of what looked like the kitchen.

"Hn."

Silence engulfed them. Sakura looked to the floor, but she could feel Sasuke's gaze burning into her. She counted off the seconds, hoping that he would break the silence; nothing. For 27 minutes they stood there, waiting.

"Why?" though she whispered, she knew he could hear. "Why, Sasuke?" he took a small step closer to her. "Why do you care now?"

She gasped and looked up as Sasuke's fingers suddenly brushed softly against her cheek and quickly grabbed the basket from her. Tingles went down her spine and she went numb with bliss as he pressed his lips to her ear.

"Sakura," he breathed. "Thank you." Before she could regain her bearings from the ghost of the knife wrenching in her heart at the memory of his last words to her so many years ago, he was already back in the kitchen, slicing up one of the many tomatoes from the basket. With a smile, she noted that his hands were lithe and graceful with the knife, and she found herself pondering about what else he could do be doing with those hands. A blush painted her cheeks, complimenting her long locks, and she looked to the floor nervously.

"Are you going to come in, or not?" he asked after a moment. She gazed up at him, and he was looking at her with one of his eyebrows raised, and she blushed again. Once she heard the knife continue slicing, she bent down and slid off her shoes, then ambled into the kitchen next to Sasuke.

Suddenly he stopped, and then sighed. She had never seen him sigh.

"Itachi would have killed you."

"Nani?" she had no idea what he was talking about.

"If I had formed any bonds," his teeth ground together and his hand tightened into a fist. "He would've severed them, and I would be left with no one….all over again," Sasuke closed his eyes. "And now he's gone."

"Oh." She had not expected him to finally answer her question. And now that she knew the reason, she felt another spark of hope ignite her desires.

'Maybe Sasuke has liked me all along…'

"Have you eaten?" he asked as he put the tomato slices in a bowl. Her stomach growled audibly before she could answer. "I'll make you something."

"Actually, Sasuke-kun, it's late, I should be getting home…" she bit her lip and looked over to a near window, where darkness was slowly engulfing the last bit of light in the day. The kunoichi turned to him and smiled apologetically. "Sparring session tomorrow at 9?" she asked hopefully.

"Hn."

Sakura walked to the door, slid on her shoes, and then paused while her hand was on the exit. Then she felt his gaze on her back and remembered something that Naruto had said earlier; 'And you've never really seen the way he looks at you.'

"Oyasuminasai, Sasuke-kun." She whispered quietly, bowed, and then disappeared into the darkness.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The cool summer air was a relief from the day's earlier heat, and the previous night's freezing rain. But she found her apartment to be less comforting than usual; suddenly aching for the small confines of her sensei's home, or to be back in Sasuke's kitchen. At least then she wouldn't feel so alone.

Sakura sighed and kicked her shoes off, then wandered into her own kitchen, the fluorescent light humming on as she flicked the switch. Upon opening her fridge, she found a half gallon of milk that was long past its expiration date, and a small can of soda. Her cabinets were musty, but she managed to find an unopened package of ramen that had surely been sitting there since the last time Naruto had been over. Figuring it was better than old milk; the kunoichi rinsed out a dusty pan and started to boil some water.

She ended up undercooking her ramen and longed for the homemade lunches that Kakashi usually put together for their training sessions. The kunoichi dumped the contents of her bowl into the trash and her stomach growled as she opened her wallet to find only 50 yen. Payday wasn't for three more days, and she desperately needed something to eat.

The kunoichi sighed and went to go sit on her couch, but was startled when she got into the living room.

"If you're anything like the dobe, you have no food here," Sasuke said tonelessly as he leaned against her wall, staring her down. "C'mon, let's go eat." He promptly turned around and left the apartment while Sakura stood lamely, wondering if she should follow him or not. Her stomach growled loudly and she was soon on his heels.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Damn it hurt…Though he was used to pain, this seemed more than he had ever bargained for; it was excruciating. Kakashi gripped at the searing wound above his heart, it had almost been a fatal blow. Luckily his reflexes were far from failing him, so he was able to move even slightly to divert the hit. He rested against a tree and took a painful deep breath, wishing for once that Sakura were here to help. Though his pride was starting to kick in; I'm fine, he thought. I don't need any help.

He stiffened and his ears pricked; they were close. With a bit more than minimal effort, he pushed himself from the trunk of the tree and sprinted off towards Konoha.

At least he had completed his mission is almost half the time that he and Naruto had estimated. The mission had been easy, well, at least until yesterday. His goal had been to find the source of some illegal drug smuggler who had taken on the identity of the Kazekage. Though who could've fallen for this the jounin didn't know; the dealings had taken place so far away from Suna that the news of this took months to reach the real Kazekage, and will take even longer for him to regain his respect from the many villages that this traitor dealt in.

"Ungh!" Kakashi halted and groaned, clutching his wound. The messenger from his team should be back soon with medics, that is, if he didn't make it to the village before they got there. He had sent Chouji back during the first chase, before the fight even began. And he almost regretted it now, for he was lucky to be alive.

It was then that his mind flashed for him a memory of Sakura, smiling as her hair blew gently in the cool breeze. And then it went black.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Why do you always pop up somewhere near me nowadays?" she asked after swallowing a large mouthful of ramen. Sasuke was staring at her from across the booth, no emotion glinting in his eyes, and no expression on his face save boredom. He hadn't even touched his food; she was beginning to believe he was like Kakashi, only eating alone, never in front of others.

"Hn," he turned his head to stare out of one of the large restaurant windows that they happened to be sitting by. Darkness had crept over the village, the lamp above the table reflected off of the glass, and she was sure that he was only able to see his reflection and nothing past the plate glass in this light.

"Seriously," Sakura said. "You seem to be around me all the time now, at least, from what I can see. Do you watch me when I can't see or sense you too? Or are you just good at popping up at convenient times?" she tried not to sound sarcastic, because she was being completely serious. It had seemed almost as if Sasuke had become her personal stalker….not that she had a problem with that.

"Are you done?" he asked, looking back to her and then motioning to her near empty plate. She pursed her lips.

"Answer my question, will you? Please?" she leaned across the table so that their faces were nearly touching, Sasuke stayed motionless. At least five silent minutes passed before the kunoichi sighed and stood up. "Thanks for dinner." She said coldly as she turned her back and began to march out of the small diner.

With an inward victorious smile, she stopped and feigned impatience when he suddenly appeared in front of her once she was outside.

"Walk with me." he said, nodding his head toward the direction of the old training grounds. Again she hesitated, but finally gave in and followed him through the darkened streets.

"So…" she began after a moment. "Are you planning on answering my questions, or will you continue to remain silent?" he looked at her and then back to the path in front of him.

"This is…hard for me," He said, avoiding eye contact with the kunoichi. "I've never done this before." He was slouching, like usual, his hands in his pockets and his walk slow.

"What? Talking to me?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "If memory serves me right, you have talked to me before. Never quite this frequently, but yes, we've talked." She teased, though there was a hard edge to her voice; this time she didn't have to pretend as if she were impatient. He looked at her with mild surprise and irritation.

Sasuke was silent again for a bit, but this time she let him be.

"I've never…tried…to build up a relationship." He said shyly with his cheeks painted a light pink, and his lips pursed. She paused for a second and then started walking again.

The old training grounds came into view and they stopped, and then stood in silence.

"What kind…of relationship?" she asked skeptically. He gave her a quick sideways glance, and she caught his expression, then bit her lip and they both looked away awkwardly. "Oh."

A cool breeze swept through the grass and rustled the leaves of the trees. And then there was silence, and stars. So many stars. She suddenly wondered if Sasuke took her with him on nights like this so he could woo her, and possibly try to put her in a better mood than she usually was so that the kunoichi might not be so irate with him.

"Like I said," he began, his normal cold and emotionless voice back. "If I had tried before, Itachi would have…killed you." Sasuke was gazing up at the sky, probably just as awed with all the amazing glinting stars as she was.

And like a slap to the face, Sakura winced as the guilt hit her. Sasuke finally wanted to be with her, Kakashi had pledged his love to her, and she had fallen so hard for them both. It was agonizing. She didn't know when she had gotten like this; 5 years ago, all she would have wanted was Sasuke, and Kakashi would just have been her sensei. The kunoichi sighed and fought back tears; this was just not her day.

"SAKURA!" her head jerked to the source of the sound, and saw Chouji running at full speed toward her from the direction of the hospital. When he was finally standing in front of her, he was panting and panicking. "S-Sakura, you have to come with me, Tsunade said they were too short handed to let anyone else go, we need to hurry; I've wasted enough time already!"

"Whoa, Chouji, slow down. What happened?" she asked, putting a hand on his shoulder as he was bent over trying to regain his breath.

"It's Kakashi." He said after a moment. Her heart sank, and then her pulse skyrocketed.

"What?!" Sakura looked over to Sasuke and then back towards the village gates. She bit her lip. "I'm sorry, Sasuke, I have to….I have to go." She grabbed Chouji and ran off, praying that she would get there in time.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Everything was fuzzy. The murmurs would get louder, and then stop, and he would see a few colors here and there, but it wasn't until he heard an impatient sigh that he regained consciousness. He blinked and took a deep breath, finding that the pain had dimmed considerably.

"No, we can't take him back to the village yet; he'll be alright, but only if I treat him now." The whispering voice was hauntingly familiar, but he couldn't yet place it. "Now hand me that white box over there."

He attempted to sit up, but a firm hand pushed him back to the ground. The image in front of him was getting less blurry, and he was near blinded by the bright pink that seemed to be looming over him.

"You shouldn't move yet, hell, with how much morphine I just gave you, you should still be out," The girl said with a chuckle. "But I guess that's just like you, Kakashi."

Now he knew he was dead. His eyes had finally adjusted and Sakura was straddling his lap, her hair tied back and a bead of sweat rolling down her face in the dim light of dawn, or was it sundown again? He had passed out too long ago, it was too late. Heaven was nicer than he thought. Unwillingly, he decided to look around, and Chouji was sitting next to him, his eyes half-lidded as if he were nearly asleep, and Sasuke stood behind Sakura. Nope, not heaven; definitely hell.

Sakura yawned and wiped a blood covered hand across her forehead, leaving a small streak of blood across her face, and then looked back down to the injured jounin.

"I just have to stitch you up and then we can see about getting you back home. And if you're good, you won't have to take a single step into the hospital," She smiled brilliantly and then looked behind her to Sasuke. "Will you hand me that needle please?"

Sakura shifted slightly as she grabbed the needle, and Kakashi's body acted on its own against his will. Sakura drew in a deep breath and her cheeks flamed red, but her glare was icy.

"Dammit Kakashi!" she yelled and brought her fist up, ready to strike a blow, and then slowly lowered it. "You are so lucky I don't have enough chakra to heal a broken jaw right now. Keep it in check; you're getting stitches not a lap dance." Chouji chuckled and she huffed and began to close the wound on his chest, her cheeks still on fire.

He winced through the seemingly rough tugs and pulls from the needle in Sakura's usually lithe and gentle hands. This was probably punishment from his untimely erection.

"There." She growled and stood up, giving him another glare. He sat up successfully this time, and then slowly stood. Once again he looked around, his eyes finally more focused now, but he slapped a hand to his face when he spotted his shirt and vest on the ground, but was relieved when he found his mask to still be in place. At least she played fair.

"Sasuke, will you go help Chouji wash his clothes in the river?" she asked and they were gone before she could finish. "So…" she started after a minute, finally looking back to Kakashi. "I have a date tonight; Sasuke invited me over for dinner," She bit her lip and looked to the ground, her nervous habit. "And I'm excited, but…I feel so horrible."

The sun was starting to peek out from the east; definitely dawn.

"Why do you feel bad?" Kakashi asked, taking a step closer to her. When she looked back up, her face was streaming with tears.

"B-because eventually…I'll have to choose…" she cried and buried her face in the nape of his neck, but was careful not to touch his wound. He wrapped his arms around her in response and set his chin on the top of her head.

"Sakura," Sasuke said as he approached them. "It's time to head back." His eyes were cold, but his face showed nothing else. She pulled herself from Kakashi and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"Right." She nodded and turned on her heel toward the village. Once she was out of earshot, Sasuke turned to the jounin.

"I'm not the only one hurting her, Kakashi." Was Sasuke's parting statement.