Her eyes hazed open, she saw white, doctors? She questioned herself where she was and where was Itachi? She felt numb it was pain, pain was what made her numb the ceiling was moving and around her she saw covered faces of doctors. Her lips parted to speak yet her eyes clouded with tears and blood. She saw the face of the Hokage and the faces of many others she recognized and some she didn't. With parted lips she pushed herself gritting her teeth whispering, "I…"

The Hokage's soothing voice came to her as she heard him speak repeatedly yet with a quiver of fear, "its okay Kagome…everything is going to be okay now."

Her gentle eyes came to a stand still. He laid back her eyes placed against the ceiling in despair until she saw something. She turned her head down the narrow hallway seeing Itachi out of the corner of her eye. She felt her mouth turn dry and her lips quiver. Her eyes widened causing her not to notice herself slide through two doors the Hokage and the others standing there simply as the doors shut. She winced a movement with her only arm left crying almost at the lack of another. She cried to them to run away and cried questioning Itachi on his motives. Why did he do such a thing? Why did he betray her when she needed him so much, when she trusted him so much?

Kagome laid her head back the lip of the doctor mouthing gently to her, "everything is going to be fine Kagome, don't worry."

She hated the doctors, she hated them. She had spent half a lifetime there…she had spent time there relentlessly over and over because of the past; she didn't want to spend another half of a lifetime there. She wouldn't.

Gaara sat at the roof of his home. His eyes darkened as he lifted them, the used to be vibrancy now gone and replaced with a cool emotionless façade. He stepped over the dead body continuing forward feeling the band on his arm. He turned, "how could he, how could he kill her? Is it like you? My father sent you to kill me?"

He growled turning away the anger evident in his eyes as her continued the sand following like a tidal wave. As he continued he ran his eyes over the now more than ever frightened people. His mind wandered to threaten, "This is what is too happen, and this is what happens in the end and in the beginning. To lose everything, she lost everything even in her moment of death she called my name…I wasn't strong enough or fast enough…"

Turning he felt tears reach him only to be thrown away in the end. He thrashed his hand against the sand turning his head to his brother and sister who stood there firm and still staring at him. Walking foreword he knew them well, it was fear and respect, but the highlighted word was an obvious one, the word known as fear. He gripped the bracelet still continuing to promise himself that until then he would leave it on. To persuade himself that there was a chance of her being still alive or there he left himself to think of the lack of an evident body being there. He continued walking staring at the home they remained in. His eyes tensed at the sight of the area, every corner he saw Itachi and her. He growled turning as the sand around him quickly obliterated the place he had named as 'home' he whispered as he left to his shelter, "its not home without her."

Kagome lifted her head casually her eyes adjusting to the bright light that caused her to become ill, in such a time how could the light come through? How could kami? She snorted to the thought for a moment using her strength to move up yet painfully whined falling on her back. Turning her head her eyes widened shaking. Her lips quivered as her was left unable to breath. She had two hands; she had two arms, how? Her lips parted yet her throat ran dry, she suddenly felt a hand on her arm, "Kagome?"

Turning her head she looked into the apparently painful eyes of Kakashi. Swallowing hard she whispered tears streaming shortly down her face, "Kakashi-sensei, why? Why do I have an arm?"

He sighed in a quaint sadness. Sitting her took her arm, wait not some stranger's arm, "Kagome…Itachi…he cut off your arm and when he returned while we were looking for you…he killed the rest of his family."

She stopped her body trembling as she fell into his arm crying and screaming in shock, "No! Why! Why did you save me! That was a family! I shouldn't of matter!"

Holding tighter onto her he whispered, "We had to take…the arm of an Uchiha and give it too you. It was luck really…but there was a survivor…"

She threw her head up stopping suddenly feeling at her arm she raised it to her eye level shaking and setting it down carefully gripping onto her chest in pain, "no! Cut it off! Stop it! I don't want it! No!"

She thrashed around grabbing for the butter knife from the food table gripping it in her small hand. Kakashi slammed her to the bed her grip on the knife tightening she cried to him repeatedly as she moved to cut it off as if it were a virus. He yelled to calm her, "you can't do anything to stop it Kagome! Just be thankful! We can't take it off!"

She stopped still shaking as she turned her head for a moment her eyes shook to the darkened veins. She whimpered screaming at the top of her lungs causing the doctors to run in curiously, "what is it?"

Kakashi held the knife away from her as she cried in his arms cradled like a child. He turned to them shaking his head quickly causing them to leave. She quivered, "who was it?"

"Sasuke Uchiha…"

She jumped from his arms onto the bed refusing to use the arm out of fear and sadness. She cried out, "where is he! Does he know! How did this happen! How could you give me one of their arms knowing how I feel! How I would feel! Itachi is gone! He killed so many and he gets away!"

She fell to the ground of the bed quickly as he ran to catch her cradling her neck whispering, "don't stand and use this as an omen of your guilt Kagome."

She shook her head turning away from him, "I want to see Sasuke."

"Look at you, you can barely walk, how do you plan on doing anything else? You're battered and bruised! And that virus inside of you…"

She snapped angrily narrowing her eyes gripping her fists, "bring me to Sasuke now!"

Stopping wide eyed he bent himself to her wrapping his arms securely around her, "okay, okay…just promise me you won't hurt yourself if I do alright."

Kagome repeatedly nodded unable to stop as she bent herself. He handed her a glass of water and medicine then opened the box with the needle in it. Her eyes shook as she crawled away swallowing the pill the glass falling to the floor breaking into small pieces the bottom spinning in a small semi-circle, "No! Kakashi don't!"

She remembered every time she saw that her face would reek into the widest portion of fear. She was 8 years old, she shouldn't be going through this, why was she the only one! He bent to her almost to comfort her yet she felt herself clawing away from him almost peeling the cloth away causing him to skid back and cover himself. She jumped to him, "you should know how it feels! To care for someone and in the end have to have a piece of them still with you! You spend your time when you're always late to lessons mourning and apologizing to him at the memorial! You have his eye in you! You cover your face out of shame!"

He looked to her the needle in hand then pressed her down to the bed apologizing over and over again then injecting it into the crook of her neck. Her eyes dilated in pain and yet also relaxation. Parted lips she fell back her lids coming to a small close showing the bottom portion of her eyes. He placed the needle to the side lifting her up in his arms and turned walking away towards Sasuke's room.

Gaara raised his head to his father who eyed him incuriously he jumped to his look, "you call me a monster, and you're my father. If I am what you say I should have no problem killing you!"

He jumped back at his threat narrowing his eyes as he stood, he was aware of his son's doing with the people he sent for him but he was kazekage, he would have the decency he was not given, to allow him to live. Standing he spoke, "I have years of training soon father, you have a job to do, stay out of my way."

He slid past him the long red bands sliding in the air slowly. Continuing he looked up to the sky, " you were kind to her, I shall allow you that kindness…I shall continue to learn to fight and in the end…"

His eyes furthered to darken as he promised himself no longer to cry, he had no more use for tears. His heart had now long been glazed with sand.