Sakura awoke to the early rays of dawn shining in her window. With the arm of the man she loved wrapped tightly around her waist, she felt secure. For just those few moments she allowed herself to drown in the euphoria and bask in the glow of the morning sun.
Reality came rushing back to her so painfully it almost knocked the breath out of her. She carefully extracted herself from his hold and found her robe discarded on the floor. For a few long moments all she did was stare at it, imaging she would be discarded in much the same fashion.
She grabbed some clothes from her dresser and quietly got dressed. Satisfied that she hadn't woken him, she snuck out of her house, the tears flowing silently down her cheeks. She had consented to this. She had allowed everything that had happened.
She rushed to her secret clearing in the woods where she fell to the ground. The sobs wracked her body as she allowed her grief to escape her throat. She screamed until her throat was raw and cried until her head felt like it would explode.
Afterward, she lay on the ground, completely exhausted, and stare at the cloudless sky. When had she become like this? When had she forgotten all of her training with Tsunade? If they would just tell her the situation maybe she could help?
Sorrow gripped her entire being as she remembered the events of the night. She thought of the things that were never going to be hers again. Of the things that he would make Hinata feel in her stead.
When had she reverted to such a helpless creature? With sudden inspiration, she bolted upright. She wasn't a helpless creature and she was going to do something.
With renewed fire in her belly, she made haste to the Hokage tower. Immediately granted entrance, she ran straight to her sensei's office. After one knock, she barged in the room.
With a sigh, the silver haired man lifted his eyes from the mountain of paperwork in front of him. He motioned to the seat across from him and she all but fell into it.
"And, finally, the last of the group makes it here." He sighed and grabbed what she assumed was the bridge of his nose. "So, tell me, Sakura, what brings you here?"
"I want to know how to stop this sham of a marriage." He didn't look surprised or even amused, which was odd for him.
"Then be patient. It will all work itself out." His tone was very dismissing and she did not like that at all.
"And how in the hell did you manage to come to that conclusion?" He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and shrugged.
"Just a hunch." She really wanted to punch him in the face. "It's just about showtime Sakura. You should probably go home."
Confused by what he meant but unnerved by his word choice, she rushed from his office. She had no idea what was going on but knew by his tone she needed to be there to see it. After all, one never overlooked one of Kakashi's hunches.
Thank you all for your support. And to the guest who keeps calling me a basher, you're still reading it :) And I appreciate you. Just bear with me. After all, Kakashi has a hunch. And we all know how those work out ;)Lycantora out