Chapter Eight Sakura

65* F

For the next week, I was distracted in school, floating through my classes and barely taking notes. All I could think of was the feel of my wolf's fur under my fingers and the image of the white wolf's snarling face outside my window. I snapped to attention, however, when Rin led a policeman into the classroom and to the front of our Life Skills Class.

She left him alone at the front of the classroom, which I thought was pretty cruel, considering it was seventh period and most of us were restlessly anticipating escape. Maybe she thought that a member of the law enforcement could handle mere high school students. But criminals you can shoot, unlike a room full of juniors who won't shut up.

"Hi," the officer said. Beneath a gun belt that bristled with holsters and pepper sprays and other assorted weaponry, he looked young. He glanced toward Rin, who hovered unhelpfully in the open door of the classroom, and fingered the shiny name tag on his shirt: Kakashi Hatake. Rin had told us that he was a graduate of our fine high school, but neither his name nor his face looked particularly familiar to me. "I'm Officer Hatake. Your teacher – Rin – asked me last week if I'd come and talk to her Life Skills Class."

I glanced over at Ino in the seat next to me to see what she was making of this. As usual, everything about Ino looked neat and tidy: straight-A report card made flesh. Her dark hair was plaited in a perfect French braid and her collared shirt was freshly pressed. You could never tell what Ino was thinking by her mouth. It was her eyes you had to look at.

"He's cute," Ino whispered to me. "Love the silver hair. Do you think his mom calls him 'Kashi'?"

I hadn't yet figured out how to respond to Ino's new-found and very vocal interest in guys, so I just rolled my eyes. He was cute, but not my type. I didn't think I knew what my type was yet.

"I became an officer of the law right after high school," Officer Will said. He looked very serious as he said it, frowning in a sort of serve-and-protect way. "It's a profession I always wanted to pursue and one I take very seriously."

"Clearly," I whispered to Ino. I didn't think his mother called him Kashi. Kakashi Hatake shot a look at us and rested a hand on his gun. I guess it was a habit, but it looked like he was considering shooting us for whispering. Ino disappeared into her seat and a few of the other girls giggled.

"It's an excellent career path and one of the few that doesn't require college yet," he pressed on. "Are - uh - any of you considering going into law enforcement?"

It was the uh that did him in. if he hadn't hesitated, I think the class might have behaved.

A hand whipped up. Karin, one of the hordes of Konhoa High students still wearing black since Garra's death, asked, "Is it true that Garra Subaku's Body was stolen from the morgue?"

The class erupted in whispers at her audacity, and Officer Hatake looked as if he really did have due cause to shoot her. But all he said was, "I'm not really authorized to talk about the details of any ongoing investigations."

"It's an investigation?" a male voice called out from near the front.

Karin interrupted, "My mom heard it from a dispatcher. Is it true? Why would someone steal a body?"

Theories flew in quick succession.

"It's got to be a cover-up. For a suicide."

"To smuggle drugs!"

"Medical experimentation!"

Some guy said, "I heard Garra's dad has a stuffed polar bear in his house. Maybe the Subakus stuffed Garra, too." Someone took a swat at the guy who made the last comment; it was still taboo to say anything bad about Garra or his family.

Officer Hatake looked at Rin, who stood in the open door of the classroom. She regarded him solemnly and then turned to the class. "Quiet Down!"

We quieted down.

She turned back to Officer Hatake. "So was his body stolen?" she asked.

He said again, "I'm not really authorized to discuss details of any ongoing investigations." But this time, he sounded more helpless, like there might be a question mark at the end of his sentence.

"Officer Hatake," Rin said. "Garra was well loved in this community."

Which was a patent lie. But being dead had done wonders for his reputation. I guess everyone else could forget the way he'd lose his temper in the middle of the hall or even during class. And just what those tempers looked like. But I hadn't. Konhoa was all about rumors, and the rumor on Garra was that he got his short fuse from his dad. I didn't know about that. It seemed like you ought to pick the sort of person you would be, no matter what your parents were like.

"We are still mourning," Rin added, gesturing to the sea of black in the classroom. "This is not about giving closure to a close-knit community."

Ino mouthed at me: "Oh. My. God." I shook my head. Amazing.

Officer Hatake crossed his arms over his chest; it made him look petulant, like a little kid being forced to do something. "It's true. We're looking into it. I understand the loss of someone so young" - this from someone who looked maybe twenty - "has a huge impact on the community, but I ask that everyone respect the privacy of the family and the confidentiality of the investigation process."

He was getting back on firm footing here.

Karin waved her hand again. "Do you think the wolves are dangerous? Do you get lots of calls about them? My mom said you got lots of calls about them."

Officer Hatake looked at Rin, but he should have figured out by now that she wanted to know just as much as Karin did. "I don't think the wolves are a threat to the populace, no. I - and the rest of the department - feel this was an isolated incident."

Karin said, "But she got attacked, too."

Oh, lovely. I couldn't see Karin pointing, but I knew she was, because everyone's faces turned towards me. I bit the inside of my lip. Not because the attention bothered me, but because every time someone remembered I was dragged from my tire swing, they remembered it could happen to anyone. And I wondered how many someones it would take before they decided to go after the wolves.

To go after my wolf.

I knew this was the real reason why I couldn't forgive Garra for dying. In between that and his checkered history at the school, it felt hypocritical to go into public mourning along with the rest of the school. It didn't feel right to ignore it, either, though; I wished I knew what I was supposed to be feeling.

"That was a long time ago, I told Officer Hatake, and he looked relieved as I added, "Years. And it might have been dogs."

So I was lying. Who was going to contradict me?

"Exactly," Officer Hatake said emphatically. "Exactly. There's no point vilifying wild animals for a random incident. And there's no point creating panic when it's not warranted. Panic leads to carelessness, and carelessness creates accidents."

My thoughts precisely. I felt a vague kinship with humorless Officer Hatake as he steered the conversation back to careers in law enforcement. After class was over, the other students started talking about Garra again, but Ino and I escaped to our lockers.

I felt a tug on my hair and turned to see Hinata standing behind me, looking mournfully at both of us. "Babes, I have to rain check on vacation planning this afternoon. Step-freak has demanded a family bonding trip to the mountains. If she wants me to love her, she's going to have to buy me new shoes. Can we get together tomorrow or something?"

I had barely nodded before Hinata flashed both of us a big smile and surged off through the hall.

"Want to hang out at my place instead?" I asked Ino. It still felt weird to ask. In middle school, she and Hinata and I had hung out every day, a wordless ongoing agreement. Somehow it had sort of changed after Hinata got her first boyfriend, leaving Ino and me behind, the geek and the disinterested, and fracturing our easy friendship.

"Sure," Ino said, grabbing her stuff to follow me down the hall. She pinched her elbow. "Look." She pointed to Temari, Garra's younger sister, a classmate of ours with more than her fair share of the Subaku good looks, complete with a cherubic head of blonde curls. She drove white SUV and had one of those handbag Chihuahuas that she dressed to match her outfits. I always wondered when she would notice that she lived in Konhoa, Minnesota, where people just didn't do that kind of thing.

At the moment, Temari was staring into her locker as if it contained other worlds. Ino said, "She's not wearing black."

Temari snapped out of her trance and glared at us as if she realized we were talking about her. I looked away quickly, but I still felt her eyes on me.

"Maybe she's not in mourning anymore," I said, after we'd gotten out of earshot.

Ino opened the door for me. "Maybe she's the only one who ever was."

Back at my house, I made coffee and cranberry scones for us, and we sat at the kitchen table looking at a stack of Ino's latest photos under the yellow ceiling light. To Ino, photography was a religion; she worshipped her camera and studied the techniques as if they were rules to live by. Seeing her photos, I was almost willing to a become a believer, too. She made you feel as though you were right there in the scene.

"He was really cute. You can't tell me he wasn't," she said.

"Are you still talking about Officer NO-Smile? What is wrong with you?" I shook my head and shuffled to the next photo. "I've never seen you obsess over a real person."

Ino grinned and leaned at me over a steaming mug. Taking a bite of scone, she spoke around a mouthful, covering her mouth to keep from spraying me with crumbs. "I think I'm turning into one of those girls who likes uniformed types. Oh, c'mon, you didn't think he was cute? I'm feeling … I'm feeling the boyfriend urge. We should order pizza sometime. Hinata told me there's a really cute pizza boy."

I rolled my eyes again. "All of a sudden you want a boyfriend?"

Ino didn't look up from the photos, but I got the idea she was paying lot of attention to my response. "You don't?"

I mumbled, "When the right guy comes along, I guess."

"How will you know if you don't look?"

"As if you ever had the guts to talk to a guy. Other than your Kibany Deep Poster." My voice had gotten more combative than I'd intended; I added a laugh at the end to soften the effect. Ino's eyebrows drew closer to each other, but she didn't say anything. For a long time we sat in silence, paging through her photos.

I lingered on a close-up shot of me, Ino, and Hinata together; her mother had come outside to take it right before school started. Hinata, her freckled face contorted into a wild smile, had one arm firmly wrapped around Ino's shoulders and the other around mine; it looked like she was squeezing us into the frame. Like always, she was the glue that held our threesome together: the outgoing one who made sure us quiet ones stuck together through the years.

In the photo, Ino seemed to belong in the summer, with her olive skin bronzed and green eyes saturated with color. Her teeth made a perfect crescent moon smile for the photo, dimples and all. Newt to the two of them, I was the embodiment of winter - dark blonde hair and serious brown eyes, a summer girl faded by cold. I used to think Ino and I were so similar, both introverts permanently buried in books. But now I realized my seclusion was self-inflicted and Ino was just painfully shy. This year, it felt like the more time we spent together, the harder it was to stay friends.

"I looked stupid in that one," Ino said. "Hinata looks insane. And you look angry."

I looked like someone who wouldn't take no for an answer - petulant, almost. I liked it. "You don't look stupid. You look like a princess and I look like and ogre."

"You don't look like an ogre."

"I was bragging," I told her.

"And Hinata?"

"No, you called it. She does look insane. Or at least highly caffeinated, as per usual." I looked at the photo again. Really, Hinata looked like a sun, bright and exuding energy, holding us two moons in parallel orbit by the sheer force of her will.

"Did you see that one?" Ino interrupted my thoughts to point at another one of the photos. It was my wolf, deep in the woods, halfway hidden behind a tree. But she'd managed to a little sliver of his face perfectly in focus, and his eyes stared right into mine. "You can keep that one. In fact, keep the whole stack. We can put the good ones in a book next time."

"Thanks," I replied, and meant it more than I could say. I pointed at the picture. "This is from last week?"

She nodded. I stared at the photo of him - breathtaking, but flat and inadequate in comparison to the real thing. I lightly ran my thumb over it, as if I'd feel his fur. Something knotted in my chest, bitter and sad. I felt Ino's eyes on me, and they only made me feel worse, more alone. Once upon a time I would've talked to her about it, but now it felt too personal. Something had changed - and I thought it was me.

Ino handed me a slender stack of prints that she'd separated from the rest. "This is my brag pile."

Distracted, I paged through them slowly. They were impressive: a fall leaf floating on a puddle, students reflected in the windows of a school bus, an artfully smudgy black-and-white self-portrait of Ino. I oohed and aahed and then slid the photo of my wolf back on top of them to look at it again.

Ino made a sort of irritated sound in the back of her throat.

I hurriedly shuffled back to the one of the leaf floating on the puddle. I frowned at it for a moment, trying to imagine the sort of thing Mom would say about a piece of art. I managed, "I like this one. It's got great… colors."

She snatched them out of my hands and flicked the wolf photo back at me with such force that bounded off my chest and onto the floor. "Yeah. Sometimes Sakura, I don't know why I even…"

Ino didn't end the sentence, just shook her head. I didn't get it. Did she want me to pretend to like the other photos better than the one of my wolf?

"Hello! Anyone Home?" It was Kiba, Ino's older brother, sparing me from the consequences of whatever I'd done to irritate Ino. He grinned at me from the front hall, shutting the door behind him. "Hey good-looking."

Ino looked up from her seat at the kitchen table with a frosty expression. "I hope you're talking about me."

"Of course," Kiba said, looking at me. He was handsome in a very conventional way: tall, dark-haired like his sister, but with a face quick to smile and befriend. "It would be in very bad taste to hit on your sister's best friend. So. It's four o'clock. How time flies when you're" - he paused, looking Ino leaning over the table with a pile of photographs and me across from her with another stack - "doing nothing. Can't you do nothing by yourselves?"

Ino silently straightened up her pile of photos while I explained, "we're introverts. We like doing nothing together. All talk, no action."

"Sounds fascinating. Ino, we've got to leave now if you want to make it to your lesson." He punched my arm lightly. "Hey, why don't you come with us, Sakura? Are your parents home?"

I snorted. "Are you kidding? I'm raising myself. I should get a head of household bonus on my taxes." Kiba laughed, probably more than my comment warranted, and Ino shot me a look imbued with enough venom to kill small animals. I shut up.

"Come one, Ino," said Kiba, seemingly oblivious to the daggers flying from his sister's eyes. "You pay for the lesson whether you get there or not. You coming, Sakura?"

I looked out the window, and for the first time in months, I imagined disappearing into the trees and running until I found my wolf in a summer wood. I shook my head. "Not this time. Rain check?"

Kiba flashed a lopsided smile at me. "Yep come on, Ino. Bye, good-looking. You know who to call if you're looking for some action with your talk."

Ino swung her backpack at him; made a solid thuk as it hit his body. But it was who got the dark look again, like I'd done anything to encourage Kiba's flirting. "Go. Just go. Bye, Sakura."

I showed them to the door and then returned aimlessly to the kitchen. A pleasantly neutral voice followed me, an announcer on NPR describing the classical piece I'd just heard and introducing another; Dad had left the radio on in his study next to the kitchen. Somehow, the sounds of my parents' presence only highlighted their absence. Knowing that dinner would be canned beans unless I made it, I rummaged in the fridge and put a pot of leftover soup on the stove to simmer until my parents got home.

I stood in the kitchen, illuminated by the slanting cool afternoon light through the deck door, feeling sorry for myself, I hadn't seen my wolf in person since that day I'd touched him, nearly a week ago, and even though I knew it shouldn't, his absence still stabbed. It was stupid, the way I needed his phantom at the edge of the yard to feel complete. Stupid but completely incurable.

I went to the back door and opened it, wanting to smell the woods. I padded out onto the deck in my sock feet and leaned against the railing.

If I hadn't gone outside, I don't know if I would have heard the scream.

Finally! It's about time I got this done. Lol. But hey I hope you guys enjoyed it. It took me forever to get this done cause I was in school a lot and I was in my schools musical that got over with a couple of weeks ago. Plus stress is a major hazard here in life. But o well. Same old same old you know? Please review and comment on it plz. By the way Kakashi and Rin in this story are old classmates. Plus if there is any miss types in here please let me know and I will fix it asap. Oh ya before I forget the people who play the mom and dad to Sakura are Tsunade and Jiraya. I had a poll about the dad and Jiraya won it.