FINALLY, chapter seven! WOOOO! To all my readers, I'm sorry this didn't show up much sooner. Between writer's block, a lot of things to do, and general laziness, this chapter just wouldn't get itself written, T.T… I'm so incredibly sorry, and again, a huge thank you to everyone, ESPECIALLY my good friend 7andthefluff for not letting me quit on this story and giving me the ideas for this chapter… THANK YOOOUUUU! :3 As always, hope you like it and that I didn't ruin the story with this.. Umm, you'll see, lol.. Please enjoy!
Rin struggled to pull herself together, staring at the unconscious jounin, the shocked Naruto, the sobbing Sakura, and the silent Sasuke. She swallowed and tried to hide the tremor in her voice as she spoke. "Naruto, Sasuke, help me move him, please. Sakura, go up ahead of us and make sure there's no one on the stairway to see." With Sakura confirming that the coast was clear, they moved him up the stairs, Rin wincing every time he shifted. Normally, she wouldn't do this.. But right now, they had no other choice.
Reaching the door, she fumbled with her key, struggling to both help Naruto and Sasuke hold him up and open the door. Finally, pushing it open with one foot, leaving the key in the lock, she cleared their path. "Put him in the living room… I'll be right back." She dashed to the hall closet, pulling out an emergency medical bag, then her bedroom, where she changed out of her soaked clothes, tying her damp hair back.
She immediately rushed back to the living room, where he had been laid carefully on the rug, one of her sofa pillows tucked under his head. The genin had left the room, probably at Sasuke's suggestion, to give her room to work. She swallowed, trying not to cry, and dropped to her knees beside him on the plush rug. She pushed some of his hair out of his eyes, her gaze softening as she saw his face. In sleep, forced or not, the lines of his face were softer, gentler. Her fingers brushed at the edge of his mask for a second, but she shook her head.
Why was she so easily distracted?… She had a job to do... Even with the way his silver hair, still damp, fell across his cheeks, or way the soft sound of his breathing… She smacked herself in the forehead with annoyance, returning her attention to the task at hand. Unzipping his vest, prodded his sides gently through the slightly-damp shirt, noting that nothing seemed to be broken, only bruised. Good. He'd be fine then. She shifted him over to the sofa, covering him with a blanket from the hall closet. She moved to the door and turned the light off, the soft click of the switch loud in the silent room.
Standing in the doorway, she stared at him, silver hair glittering in the dim golden light of the lamp, and listened to the rain outside. She swallowed. When she'd first been sent here… she'd missed Kohona terribly, or so she thought. But with the way she'd been acting tonight, against her own will…. Maybe it had been Kakashi, more than Kohona, she'd missed. It was obvious now that she'd never really gotten over him. She crossed the room and leaned over him, strands of brown hair brushing her cheeks, just staring. Slowly, she leaned closer, pressing her lips to the soft cloth still covering his, her eyes closed. "Kakashi…" She murmured softly.
She sat down on the other end of the sofa, as near to him as she could be, and listened to the rain.
