I have been working ALL night on this story.

All Night.

There are basically two major arcs in this story. One is the pre prolouge then post prolouge.

I am literally almost done with the first arc.

I am super stoked.

Updates will come very frequent to make up for the lack for updates.

III

Sakura stumbled slightly out of Kakashi's bedroom the next morning, gripping the wall as she slowly made her way down the hall. She was almost to the bathroom when a slightly delicious, slightly nauseating smell wafted from the kitchen. She smiled softly as she by passed the bathroom and leaned heavily against the door frame.

Kakashi's kitchen was barely that. The walls and the tiles were an off white, though she always said a bit of elbow grease would make both a bright white. The fridge barely reached her shoulder and was rarely stocked with anything besides eggs and milk. His small pantry was filled with rice and noodles for ramen and canned and fresh eggplant (his favorite). It didn't even have an oven-barely a stove. Kakashi, in a pair of sweatpants that set low on his waist, his mask covering his neck and his face, stood in front of the stove (really four hot plates built into the counter) cooking eggs and some form of fried potatoes. He seemed like a giant. Sakura smiled softly at the scene. It was rare that he was up before her and it was usually her cooking in the tiniest kitchen in history. But watching him made a warmth spread through her chest that made her almost giddy. Her mind drifted- perhaps to her apartment, he stood there, maybe without the mask, cooking for them both. For a child. A silver haired, green-eyed boy-

Sakura shook her head, eyes welling with tears. A life that can never been lived.

And it was Sasuke's fault.

"So what was the occasion?" he said, with a flick of his wrist, making the eggs in the saucepan flip. "You're not usually one to go out with Ino drinking."

Sakura snorted, "Or at noon."

He shrugged eyes still on the eggs and potatoes. She watched as he turned off the burners, sliding the food onto plates, balancing the plates on his arm, bee-lining for the fridge, and pulling out the milk. He gestured for her to follow him into the living room where a small table sat in the middle of the room. Besides his stack of Icha Icha, it was the only thing in the room. She followed him, watching him places everything down before collapsing at the table. He pulled down his mask and motioned for her to sit next to him.

"It was in celebration that the search for the baby maker for the future Uchiha clan is over. Instead of waiting around to be carted off, we decided to get smashed." Sakura shrugged, taking a bite of food. It was delicious and made her instantly feel more awake. She watched him eat, far less gracefully than he did with the mask on. She smiled, feeling a blush reach her cheeks. Only Kakashi Hatake could make eating breakfast after a binge seem intimate.

His jaw was sharper than Naruto's. More square and defined. His nose was rounder than she thought it would be. Probably his one feature he got from his mother. She bit her lip, going back to her food. Times like this would probably be rare soon. A part of her mind screamed 'they will be' but a small, hopeful voice whispered 'no!' She looked up to Kakashi and smiled.

He was leaning back on his hands, a knee propped up and dazing off slightly. His eyes looked indifferent, but there was a frown on his lips. His silver locks stood straight up, though flopping over lazily like the rest of his demeanor. She smiled, warmth spreading across her chest as her stomach did a small flop. The air in Sakura's lungs rushed out as he lazily looked over to her, a small smile gracing his lips. She mentally shook her head as her stomach erupted into butterflies as he gracefully rose to his feet, grabbing the plates as he went and walked past her. She inhaled his scent as he passed, feeling slightly light headed.

The water ran in the kitchen as her heart calmed and her mind settled. This was all going to be taken out from under her. She bit her lip as the small clinking of dishes turned into the silence of the water being turned off. It wouldn't be long before it was Sasuke-

She felt his arms wrap around her and her mind calmed.

He smelled of grass, dog and a special scent that was only Kakashi. She put her small hands against his forearms as she pushed the thoughts and images out of her mind. Her breathing became more harsh as she tried to keep the dam from breaking. His grip tightened as he kissed her shoulder.

"Please don't cry Sakura." He whispered, his bare lips brushing against her clothed shoulder before moving up to her neck.

She bit her lip as she breathed in deeply. He pulled her back against him and pushed her chin towards him, kissing her deeply.

It was unlike any kiss before. She turned her chest, as he deepened the kiss. He rose from the floor pulling her behind him as he took them back towards the bedroom. He sat her on the bed and kissed her again. He pulled back, red and grey eyes looking down at her. "Stop thinking Sakura." He chided, a small smile on his lips, but his grey eye swarmed with an emotion that she wouldn't place. "For now, don't think about any of that. It's just you and me." She nodded as he kissed in small wet kisses as he laid her down on the bed. His fingers trailing up her side, making her shiver. He ripped off his shirt that she wore before kissing her, making her forget everything but him.

III

It was raining with thunder echoing in the back ground. Her body ached as she pulled herself off the couch as a quick rapping sound echoed off her front door. She hesitated at the door. His chakra pulsed and her eyes filled with tears. Her fingers trembled they grasped the door handle and it swung open. He had been on a mission with Yamato for the past week but she could tell as he stood on her porch wet as a rat he knew.

Kakashi's lone eye was sunken, and glossy. The red veins shone brightly in contrast to the dark circles under his eyes. He stood straight as a board, fist clenching and unclenching. Though he was more than half covered, she could tell how pale he was. His chest was heaving slightly as he spoke softly, "Tsunade-sama told me…" His voice was strained, causing a lump to form in Sakura's throat. She broke eye contact, blinking back the tears and stepping aside, opening her door wider. When she felt him walk past, she closed the door, securing the lock with a loud thatch.

She walked through the hall to the living room, watching Kakashi stand in her living room. He looked like a lost puppy before looking back to her before tentatively taking the steps to her couch. He flopped down, his hands ripping his mask off before burying his head in his hands that rested on his knees. She watched with a tilted head as he took a heavy breath before leaning back against the couch, his head lolling back off the edge as he spread himself over it more. He looked like he'd just come back from a year mission instead of a week. She smiled sadly, trying to steady her breath as she swallowed the lump in her throat.

She watched as he slowly collapsed, laying long ways on the couch. His hand came to cover his eyes as one leg splayed off the side of the couch and the other jutted off the arm rest. After long missions, no matter how late in the night, he would come in, bleeding all over the place and crash on her couch, waking her up, making her come and heal him, before he pulled her onto him and had sex with her.

She smiled at the normalcy. She walked to the edge of the couch and her hands were glowing before they touched his chest. Her chakra healed small tears, cuts and bruises as he lay silently, breathing deeply.

"So." He murmured. "They choose you." His voice was hoarse, as his arm that covered his eyes fell with a small thunk on the floor beside her.

She hummed an affirmative. Not trusting herself to speak. She pulled her hands back and laid them in her lap, looking down at them.

They sat in silence.

"You're not sorry." He whispered, reading her mind. She looked up to him and saw his Sharingan eye looking at her. "You did nothing to be sorry about. We talked about this happening. We knew this was going to happen."

"We didn't know-"

"Who else would they choose, Sakura?" he said softly, "You are smart, beautiful, the most qualified and you've spent the most time with Sasuke." He snorted. "It's what you've always wanted." His last statement was laced with sarcasm. Sakura didn't say anything. She watched as Kakashi lifted his head to look at her. His arm that had fallen to the ground now sifted through her hair making chills rise in her spine.

"And there's no getting out." Sakura whispered.

"Naruto wouldn't want it to be like this."

She shook her head. "This is what he deserves." she swallowed the lump in her throat. "He's so happy." Her voice was high and her hand gestures wider than necessary. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see his face. "And-and it won't be that bad. You'll-you'll still be here for me?" He smiled, making her heart lurch. His hand cupped her face, brushing a tear away.

"Always." His smile faltered. Before he could speak she grabbed his wrist.

"I know." She nodded, taking a deep breath. "I know."

"Sakura-"

She stared at him, breathing heavily before she frantically nodded her head, unable to stop the sobs that erupted from her. "I-I know!" she pressed his hand close to her face. "I know." Before she knew what was happening, she was pulled into the couch, and wrapped in his arms. "We have two years…" he whispered, pulling down his mask, kissing her deeply.

III

He and Tsunade stared at each other with Naruto in the background with a raised brow looking between the two. Tsunade laughed, leaning back in her chair. "Well, Hatake, you have two years. Best make the most of it.