Author's Note: Eh. This is one short chapter before I poof off to work on other stories. The chapter title is from Rurouni Kenshin, obviously since they're celebrating the anime's 15th anniversary, and One-Third Junjou no Kanjou is one of my favorite endings.

Disclaimer: I, KawaiiTenshiCeres, does not own Hatenai Sora by Arashi or Naruto/Naruto:Shippuden. I only own the various OCs that appear in the story such as Koyama Sumire.

Hatenai Sora
純情な感情/ Junjou na Kanjou

Hands as cold as ice, laced with the gloved hand, as tears poured out of Sumire's eyes. In the room dyed in red lighting, the two sat there in silence. It wasn't an unusual sight to see a woman crying in front of Kakashi. He recalled Sakura doing the same thing whenever the topic of Uchiha Sasuke had popped up...Though, right now this was a different story. He didn't get why her father was so hell-bent on her killing him. He knew her mother was kind to him...Just that, her father was a different subject.

Her grip on him slowly loosened. Her hand slowly releasing his. Sumire rose as she slowly walked towards a wall filled with photos.

"This room was used by my Papa when I was still young. These photos are the pictures of people we're assigned to kill. They're all slashed out because of different reasons. We failed. We succeeded. Or...we just hate them. Either way...It's our jobs... Our destiny." Sumire explained, glancing towards him. "Papa was here just to tell me that you were my next target. It's stupid...but, when I heard it was specifically you... I...started crying." she said.

"Sumire-san..."

She held out her hand to signal him to stop, as she slowly continued. "...If I ever had control of your fate...I would rather see you sacrifice your life for Konoha, compared to being killed by someone like me. That's why...No matter the consequences...I still can never kill you, Senpai."

A hand gently touched her shoulder, before Kakashi managed to get a grip on her. He noticed she was preferably not wanting to talk about this whole affair anymore. She quickly smacked his hand away, and bit her lip. She was nervous, and wanted to simply run away from the conversation. Her hand rubbed her eyes, as she quickly looked at him.

"L-Listen to myself to say this! I shouldn't keep rambling about this! It's time to head back upstairs, right? Gai-san might think we did something shady." the kunoichi grinned. "Anyways, forget what I said, okay? Because, you're better off with some hot kunoichi with a nice body right?" she questioned.

"Wait, what are you talking a-"

"You're better off with a prettier woman, Senpai. Pretty women suit you more than me." she said. "You're better off leaving me alone, and finding someone good-looking okay? I don't want to make a fool out of myself, trying to go after a man, who should clearly deserve the best. After all... You shouldn't be around someone who keeps rejecting you."

Opening the door, Sumire quietly headed back upstairs with a different look on her face. Slowly standing up, Kakashi lightly sighed, before looking at each photo. Their faces were clearly ripped off with a sharp object. His picture was perfectly fine, though, it was the only one that he's seen so far that looked like it was recently developed. Turning around, shoving a hand into his pocket, the jounin let out a sigh, before heading upstairs.

"I really need to talk to her..."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Holding the hand of the silent Momoko, Kaori looked at Kakashi with a worried look on her face. Her pained eyes looked down, as his eye looked at the tiny child next to her. She seemed different. Compared to the cheerful little girl who often greeted him with a smile, she was silent and had a concerned look on her face. It didn't seem like she was crying over the fact that her mother had mysteriously left her with Kaori.

"All she did, was tell Momoko.. 'I'm going to see the primroses' with a bright smile on her face, and she left her with me." Kaori explained. "I don't know what Naoki-kun has done to my daughter, but...please...I want you to find her in the Fifth Training Ground, I know she'll be in there...Though...She's been gone in there for over two days..." she said. "Please Kakashi-san...You're the only one I can turn to right now..."

The Fifth Training Ground. By the looks of things, there was a fight in there. The training ground had several bladed weapons that were embedded on the ground. Droplets of blood were on the weapons, making the place look like a total warzone. Even if Sumire was somewhere in there, it already looked like one or the other had lost a huge amount of blood. Entering the place, Kakashi slowly heard faint sounds of weapons clashing, and began to run towards the sounds.

"Stand up, Sumire."

Within sight, there was a tired Sumire, who had noticeable wounds around her body. By the looks of things, the only thing keeping her up was her stubborn attitude. Scanning the area, Kakashi noticed a tall man with a familiar spiral tattoo on his shoulder. His face was covered by a mask, the main thing that you can notice about him, was that he had short black hair. He stood there, holding a heavy blade in his hands, already dripping with blood. The exhausted kunoichi held her abdomen in pain, looking at her father with a quiet look.

"Papa...If you do plan to kill me...Please...Please treat Momoko as your real grandchild." she said softly. "I don't want her to live a life being ignored by her ojiichan. All I wanted was for her to live in the happiness you and Mama gave to me..."

Her father slowly gripped his weapon, slowly raising it up in the air, only to stop before he could even hurt her. Dropping the blade, feeling a hint of anger, Naoki simply stood there. Silver hair, an eye who stared at the man intently. Already, tension was in the air between the two. Before Naoki could speak, he noticed the anger brewing from the other male.

"I think you're going a bit too far, Koyama-senpai." Kakashi spoke up, picking up Sumire in his arms. "Don't you think the 'Princess' needs to rest?" he said with a smile, slowly heading towards the exit.

"Senpai...Why are you here...?" Sumire questioned.

"It's because you've done too much. It's enough isn't it?" he whispered.

"Just...Just let me go...Please...Let go..." she begged to him.

"I can't." he replied.

"W-What?" she stammered, looking up at him. "Senpai, please. I chose this path to not kill you because I want to. I'm willing to suffer the consequences because of this...I don't want to ask favors just to be selfish!"

"...But, what if I told you, I can't let you go? " he muttered.

The kunoichi's eyes quickly shot up, looking him straight in the eye. She couldn't help, but to whisper..."What are you...?"

"I'm telling you...

I don't want to let you go."