Don't own a thing.
Unbeknownst to Kakashi, Sakura too had a near death experience in which she met a famed, long-since dead, shinobi as well as the father of her husband.
It started with an ambush, while Sakura was in Suna, trying to teach several young medics how to work the various straggly herbs and create usable poisons and their antidotes.
It ended with a flashy of lightning like explosions, and consequentially the collapsing of the building. Sakura woken soon after surrounded by white fog. And Sakura stands the white fog shifting thickly around her ankles, unfurling like white fire. her first few steps are ungraceful and wobbly as she stumbles about, shivering though there's no cold, no anything.
"Kakashi?" A man calls, and though Sakura has never heard the voice before she immediately knows who it belongs to.
"Sakumo-san?"She calls back, a wave of whiteness crossing into her, enveloping her as she struggles to feel her way around. Sakura stumbles falling directly into a solid warmth. The hands that grip her arms are large familiar and unwelcoming.
"You're not Kakashi. Who are you?" Sakura looks up into dark eyes, ans a face that is not her husband. She shivers again.
"Sakura, Hatake Sakura, formerly Haruno Sakura."
Sakumo's gaze shifts uncertainly.
"I'm married to Kakashi." She offers, and Sakumo brightens considerably.
"Kakashi got himself a woman eh? And a pretty one at that!" Sakura blushes and notes that both the Sakumo's (Kakashi's father,and her son) have a kind charismatic and easygoing nature.
Sakumo (SR.) directs her to a seat, as a fire begins to blaze.
They talk for hours, or so it seems, and then Sakura wakes.
"Sakumo-san..." her voice drags groggily.
"Okaa-san?" Her son Sakumo reaches and holds her hand carefully cradling her bruised fingers in his small hands. "Okaa-san, I was worried, so were Tou-san, and onee-chan."
Sakura gives a dry swallow. "You shouldn't have, your Ojii-sama took goo care of me." She murmurs, as Kakashi and Chitose slip silently to her side.
~lovelydear