I know this is short and I am sorry. And it has been forever and you have no idea how sorry I am but I hope this chapter makes up for it .

Kakashi groaned as the the wood began to splinter and finally, after many, many attepmts, began to cave and he almost stumbled into Sakura's living room. He could feel the panic and desperation pumping through his veins as his eyes quickly scanned the dark apartment for signs of Sakura. He noticed the shadows of branches dancing across the walls and he felt an eerie silence in the home that he could not quite place. Something that wasn't right and he knew it had to be bad. Then again he was not even sure that she was here, there were so many other places she could have ran, but something in him had pulled him here and that gut feeling was sending shivers of unease up his spine.

"Please be here..." he whispered.

From the quick scan he could see nothing was really disturbed in the living room or the kitchen area. Walking through them, he gently ran his fingers over a random assortment of things, but he wanted to touch something that was hers. But more than anything...he wanted to touch her. He kept replaying what had happened and kept kicking himself for the way that he had phrased it. He knew her fragile state, her past, and he knew, though he desprately wished he didn't, what she was capable of given the right trigger. And the spear of icy fear that was peircing his heart right now was for the simple fact that he feared he may have just given her that trigger. He unconsciously raised a hand to where she had slapped him, and kept feeling the anger and sadness behind the force of it. He could still see the hurt and betrayal in her eyes and he wished she would have let him finish his sentence. He wanted to tell her how he felt, how much more he wanted them to be, but he knew now that he had not been tactful about it and all he could think of was how much he wanted to kick himself.

"Damn it!" he cursed realizzin this wasn't helping.

Forcing himself back to the situation at hand he made his way to the doorway that he assumed led to her bedroom and he was rewarded with the sight of the shadows of her clothing scattered on the floor. He made out frames on a bed side table, clothes leading to the bathroom, which the door was shut letting only a sliver of light into the room.

"Sakura?" he called but got no answer.

The light from the bathroom, through the crack of the open door, illuminated the room just a bit and he caught a sparkling on the floor. Walking over to it he saw a picture frame. Kneeling down he carefully picked it up and felt his heart drop when he saw the picture of him and Sakura. He stroked his fingers over the picture, careful of the jagged glass, heart threatening to burst. A single tear fell from his eye as he stood, hand still gripping the frame, and looked at the bathroom door. Wiping away the tear he made his way across the short distance to the bathroom door and knocked lightly, hoping for an answer. Recieving none, he placed his hand on the door and pushed. The picture slipped from his grasp and crashed against the tiles as the red became visable and he felt her name ripping past his lips as he fell to his knees and scrambled over to her still form. Cringing away from the nasty slices on her wrists.

"SAKURA!"

He felt her blood soaking through the knees of his pants as his hands cupped her pale, cold face as tears fell freely from his eyes. Pulling himself away he turned and almost ripped to drawer from its home as he searched for towels or something that he might be able to stop the bleeding with. Grabbing the wash cloths he pressed them to her wrists, her blood staining his hands. He saw the gleam of silver amongst the read and felt his heart sink even further. The red was everywhere in the white bathroom. The pain in his heart was unbearable as strangled sobs tried to rip through his throat. Pressing them even more firmly against her skin, he felt a spark of determination. Tying the cloths to her wrist he lifted a bloodied hand to her pale neck and cursed angrily. He shoved his hand into his pocker and pulled out his phone and dialed the only number he could think of, blood smearing his screen as his fingers danced across the screen. Placing the phone to his ear, he prayed as the rings echoed in his ear. Finally he heard the click of the phone being answered.

"Hello?" came Tsunade's tired voice.