Chapter Two
Kakashi quickly stuck the very short suicide note in his pocket as he smelled Ino and Lady Tsunade approach him from the window. He turned to look at her just as she paled. "Kakashi get her to the hospital right now. I'll meet you there. Ino," she turned to look at the ashen faced kunichi. "I need you to get Sakura's parents to meet us at the hospital and whatever you do AVOID Naruto. Until we get to the bottom of this he cannot know what was witnessed here." She turned to look at Kakashi but he had already teleported himself and the bleeding girl to the hospital to wait for her. When she arrived he was waiting for her note in hand.
"Did you know?" she asked him. He shook his head no.
"I suspected though." He told her with sad eyes. He had been watching over her from the rooftops on her orders once she had withdrew from her life. "I could smell him all over her but I just thought it might have been her clothes. I never once considered that she could be pregnant. I mean I could tell that she was upset about him leaving and had suspected that they had did it before he left. She wasn't eating Tsunade; she stayed in bed crying and holding herself other than when she would go to the bathroom. I knew she was getting sick but like she told everyone I just thought she had a stomach bug." He felt horrible. He knew her pain – maybe not the same pain but he knew how she felt when she tried to kill herself. He had been exactly the same way after his sensei had died. He would take on the most dangerous missions in order to try and obtain death.
"I should have done more. I could have went and talked to her instead of just watching over for her from the sidelines." He felt like shit for not being able to prevent this from happening to her. He wished he could go back in time and prevent it from ever happening. "Can you save her?"
"I can heal her physical wounds, but I have no idea how to heal the mental scars that will have undoubtedly occurred. I don't know what kind of a state she will be in." She told him before entering the room and healing her. Very slowly the wounds started to close up and heal. "I've done all that I can. Watch over her Kakashi. I will try to get in touch with Sauske. Maybe he can help." He snorted. He felt that it would be very unlikely that he would be able to repair any of the damages he had made her go through. "I'll leave her in your care Kakashi. I trust you know what to do since you've had a similar incident." He nodded; time for a new mission and he prayed that it doesn't backfire on him.
She woke up feeling like shit. There was a constant beep that was really starting to annoy her and she just wanted it to go away. So, she was surprised when she tried to sit up and was forced back down. "Stay still," growled a voice that she would have been able to place anywhere. She tried to turn her head and look at her sensei but found that it hurt too much. She tried to blink away the tears before he noticed but like always he seen them as if he was attuned to her emotions. "Does it hurt?" he asked her coldly and upset. She couldn't figure out why he was being so cold and distant until she remembered what she did. She couldn't believe it; she had failed. He quickly picked up on her mood as realization sunk in as to what she tried to do. "You promised me. You promised me that night that you wouldn't consider this." His voice had returned to normal other than the hurt that was clearly there.
"Ka…" she tried to talk but couldn't. She must have messed up her vocal cords when she cut into her throat. Unable to talk or see him she dejectedly looked down into her hand just waiting for the lecture she knew was about to come. He was right – she had promised him that first night she caught him outside her apartment snooping that she wouldn't fall this far. That if she did she would talk to him. She had betrayed his trust in her. Her body language told him all he needed to know.
"Why didn't you trust me enough to tell me?" he pulled her face up to look at him. She could see the hurt etched in his eyes. Had he not had his mask on she would have seen just how much her suicide had hurt him. "Do you have any idea how…" she made a movement with her right hand indicating that she wanted to write. He found a pen and pad and gave them to her. I was scared that you would think differently about me. He just shook his head. "Never." I am so sorry Kakashi-sensei. I had meant to talk to you but Ino showed up at the door and just wouldn't stop rambling. I just couldn't take it anymore. The weight of what I had done was eating me alive. "Then why? You had people that would have helped you."
I just couldn't. I couldn't live with a child that would remind me of the heartache. I tried to contact him. I sent message after message for a week. That's all I could afford to give him. I wanted to go back to my life; I just never realized how bad that it would mess me up. I killed my own flesh and blood. How could I go on knowing I'm murderer? She put down the pen and pad so that he could read it. Before he could say anything more she looked away from him. He wanted to help her. Just as he was about to say something her door opened revealing a very pissed off Tsunade. "Can you heal her vocal cords so I can talk to her without the use of this?"
"Yes, I think I can manage that." She walked up to the hospital bed and gently placed her chakra covered palm over Sakura's throat and within two minutes was done. "There all better. Kakashi may I talk to you in the hallway?" She waited outside the door. "Is something going on between you and Sakura? I only ask because I heard the way you talked to her. Should I be worried?" He explained the situation to her as best he could and waited for her to retreat to her office before re-entering her room where he found her gone.
"Fuck." He didn't feel like playing cat and mouse today. He had a good idea where to find her. He just hoped he could find her and convince her to get back into her room before Tsunade finds out that she like him had managed to escape. He set off to find her just as a nurse walked into the room to discover they were both gone and the window open.
