Disclaimed.
Kakashi stood outside the shoji screen doors, his coal eyes dull and listless as he waited with a tray of tea outside Sakur's room.
His arms ached. His legs ached. Even his mind ached. His training was brutal, and Kisame was apparently a creature without sympathy and even less so for a pitiful human. It was hard agonizing work but he felt almost obligated to continue, to do his best.
"Because he will be important..."
Sakura's words, were to say the least driving so with a sigh, Kakashi quietly slid open the shoji screen door and stepped inside. It was dark all lights blocked out and surprisingly there was Sakura's form curled into the futon. He blinked, squinting at her.
She looked different, older perhaps with her wild pink hair fanned out over the tatami. Her pale green eyes found his coal one's immediately.
"Kakashi." She reached out her hand. Setting down the tray he took her hand lightly in his won. Her long claw-fingernails dragging sharply against his skin.
"Are you alright? Should I get Tsunade-sama?"
"No, She would not want to see me like this." Sakura turned her head gazing now upon the eiling while Kakashi sat akwardly holding her hand.
"Why do you look older?"
"I'm much older than I appear, no matter what form."
"Ah." Traitorously his thumb began rubbing circles on her skin. "Do demons live forever."
"Not always."
"Will you live forever?"
The pinketee shifted.
"Only if Kakashi, promises to."
The boy quirked his brow with a dubious look.
"Humans don't live forever."
Sakura smiled.
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