Hi everyone, I don't mean to sound depressing, maybe it's the music... But I don't really feel bad for not updating thing one... I don't really think anyone reads it, maybe one or two. But I love this story, because I want to end it. I think part of the reason I have no readers is because the beginning is soooo crappy and terribly written, because I was sooo young when I started it, but I think I've improved a lot since then... I feel more mature I guess. So, thank you readers, who have looked past my ugly chapters and stuck with me. I love you for sticking it out... I hope to do well by you guys...

I will finish this though, readers or not, because I have a set ending, and I love Kakashi way too much to let my idea of the ideal girl not get with him... I have everything planned out, this will have an end, and I just have to keep on, you know? It's a busy time for me, senior year, mock trial, blackbelt testing, family deaths, dramatic friends, and tons of personal growth, so if you want to stick with me, I love you, but don't feel like you have to!

Thanks for reading that long rant! Sorry for the delay! And hope you like it!

Sayuri's Point of View

I swear. Kakashi is trying to kill me. Literally. After all, I nearly had a heart attack when I saw Kakashi by my bed, though, I think I may have given him a concussion too... I do have a pretty hard head... So here I was, sitting in my bed with a handful of pink crap while Kakashi went and talked with probably Iruka. Whatever this crap was, it was gross and I didn't even want to remember that it came out of my mouth. Ugh... Eventually I sluggishly dragged myself out of bed and went strait to the bathroom where I could dump that goo down the sink. As I washed my hands, I vaguely thought back to when I spit it out. For some reason, part of my subconscious mind felt like smearing it all over Kakashi's face for some sort of odd revenge. Why I sorta felt that I didn't know, but I know it would be ridiculous to think that he had some part in it. Ridiculous.

Once I was satisfied that my hands hadn't any pink crap left, I filled my hands with water and splashed my face. It was well needed. As I toweled off and looked in the mirror, I flinched when I saw that my eyes were not my eyes, but were red, like the sharingan. Were I naive, I would have thought that it had something to do with my hair changing, but I wasn't naive. For one, my body does nothing red -hell, my blood is dark magenta. For two, my eyes looked menacing at the moment, and I was pretty sure that I don't glare at myself in the mirror...Often...Or at least I wasn't at the moment. For three, those eyes belonged not to me, not Kakashi, but to Itachi. From experience, I knew their purpose: to watch me and to warn me.

I stuck my tongue out.

To my surprise, my own eyes returned to me, but that only got me wondering if I was just hallucinating it all. I hoped I wasn't because that would mean I was a paranoid schizophrenic. (I'm not, right?)

After flushing my face with water again and drying off, I looked in the mirror and jumped about forty feet in the air. In the mirror was...

ITACHI!!!!!

Just kidding. It was Kakashi, but I still jumped pretty high, and just to be sure I wasn't just creating his image in my head, I poked him in the chest. He was real. "Hey, how's your head?" I asked him, as he was looking kind of uneasy.

He only rubbed the back of his neck and wouldn't make eye contact with me, "it's fine, don't worry...Uhm... There's some people I would...Like you... to meet..."

I hated meeting people... "Oh, sure, okay! If they're cool with you, then they're cool with me, yo." Well, at least that part wasn't fake.

"Yeah..."

Well, that made me uneasy from the get-go.

When Kakashi lead me down the stairs, there were two people sitting down on the hunter green couch. The woman I recognized as one of my nurses from the hospital, but the horror-picture-show sitting next to her made me flinch upon first sight. He was a human boy (I think), about my age, who creeped me out, quite possibly more than Might and his mini-mutant twin. His mouth stayed wide open and off to the side, his head tilted down and at an angle where his chin could touch his chest, and his eyes stared off under his creepy eye brows.

[[[[[MeganNote: If you've ever seen The Ring, you know the look I'm talking about :D]]]]]

Just as I double-flinched when his tongue rolled out of his mouth sluggishly, Kakashi held my shoulder in his hand and said, "Sayuri-chan, I'd like you to meet-"

The nurse interrupted him and stood up to hug me, "oh Kakashi, she knows me!" Ew...Get her off. "But she doesn't know my charming brother! Sayuri," she said, turning to me, "this is my little brother Thor! You two are gonna get along great! He's so excited to have finally met you!"

I can see that...

Looking up to Kakashi for help, I only got a sympathetic look. Ughhh... "Hi," I smiled numbly, "nice to meet you." He just stared at me like a corpse. "Yeah... I thought the same thing..." I joked, pointing my fingers like guns and snorting. Nothing. "Alright...Well... It's been nice meeting you...buuuut....I gotsta go now-"

"Wouldn't it be nice if Thor and your nurse-" Kakashi started to say, but the nurse interrupt him.

"Oh honey, introduce me for what I really am!"

"Right..." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck again. "As I was saying before, Sayuri, wouldn't it be nice if Thor and my girlfriend Amaya stayed for dinner..."

Uh, no? I thought that'd be obviou- GIRLFRIEND. Did I hear that right?

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I stood there stunned, hopfully I didn't show it on my face, but I may have for a brief second. No no no, this couldn't be happening! Me and Kashi have been spending so much time together! She-She'll just mess things up! We were already on the rocks, she's gonna send us rock bottom... I'll admit, my chest hurts so much right now... I-I can't do...No... I looked up at Kakashi with hopeful eyes, but he wasn't looking at me any more, he was looking at her. His new girlfriend, his new best friend. I knew what that meant. In Icha Icha Paradise, whenever Riashi is talking about his girlfriend he says that she is his best and favorite person. That must mean best friend too... Ite....

Even though I didn't answer, Amaya clasped her hands together in front of her chest and decided it was okay. "Well, Sayuri-chan, you can cook right? Genma-kun and I shared some of your desserts one time!" Ugh. What was she doing with him. I am not a big fan of his... "Why don't you cook dinner?" Why don't you, Nurse-chan? "And Thor can help you! What a great way for you two to bond..."

FanFuckingTastic.

Kakashi and Amaya sat out in the living room as I silently cursed while stirring noodles. I stirred noodles...While Amaya played with a noodle. Ugh. Really. How can he breathe with her face always on his?... Oph... Can't see her head any more.

Stir stir stir.

I sighed and breathed in the steam of the pots, it cleared my head, and my nose. ......................................................... Then I felt breaths on the back of my neck. Slowly I turned around and saw a hideous sight, and it wasn't Amaya making out with Kakashi. Screaming bloody murder, I jumped back from the beast called Thor who had placed himself right behind me. Kakashi came running in, isntantly analyzing the scene. "Woah, everything okay in here?" Damn it! Don't you be polite you ass hole!

Instead of getting mad, I nodded without even realizing I was doing it.

"Okay then..." He said slowly. "Have fun you two..." And he left, just like that. I turned my attention to Thor and glared at his stupid ugly face. He still had that :D... look on his face, and his eyes still stared into my soul. For a few seconds, we had a staring contest, but I obviously couldn't compete with that. For fear of busting his face up and making it any uglier, I didn't punch his lights out. Though, I did start to raise my right hand to do something violent to him. Before I could do anything though, Kakashi called from the other room, "Sayuri-chan! Is something burning?" I didn't even have to look at the pots, I knew the sauce was not burning, nor were the noodles or vegetables, or even my homemade candy. I knew this because I knew the pots; none of them were even close to burning.

"None of my stuff," I called back, never losing eye contact with Creeper-face.

Our staring contest continued for a few more minutes before Kakashi came into the kitchen saying, "I still smell burning, you sure nothing's burning?"

The moment Kakashi had walked into the room, my eyes were on him immediately. To my dismay, she was behind him, but I paid her no mind. "I'm sure, really!" I told him, giving him my bestest smile, hoping it would have some effect. Sadly, he only frowned and glanced around the room, searching for something that could be burning. His eye stopped on my hand, and for a second I caught myself hoping he would want it for something, anything. When he didn't do anything, I simply asked, "what?"

He kept staring at it, not saying anything; almost like there was something he had to say, but couldn't place it or form it. Then suddenly something must have snapped in his mind because he yelled, "your hand! "

My hand? I picked up my right hand and looked at it, flipping it over once or twice. "What about it?" I must have missed the punchline or something.

"Your other hand!" He then ran to me as I looked at my other hand and realized what was going on. My eyes went wide in both realization and pain. Ahh... It was burning flesh... that idiot Thor had snuck up on me I must have slammed my hand down on the burner. That explained the burning Kakashi was smelling. The worst part was that I focused more on what had happened than on getting my hand off the heat; I just stared at it dumbly. Kakashi thought faster than I did, so he pulled my hand off the burner, thinking just like me, that I was an idiot. "Geeze Sayuri!What are you doing?" He snapped before examining my hand.

All I could do was bite my lip and wrinkle my brow. "S-sorry...I-I-" It was then that I realized I was panicking. And I was scared. By habit, actually one I had picked up from him, I grinded my teeth together and clamped my jaw nervously. My palms were wet, my eyes were wide, and I was frozen on spot. Everything I was working for with him was dying before my eyes. All this time with him I worked hard not to do wrong by him, I censored myself, screened what I said, watched what I did. I made sure that I followed all basic rules of being good, and I succeeded as best as I could. I listened to him, I never yelled or made him angry...All of it was falling apart, and I couldn't stop it from happening... It feels like watching your own death, but not being able to intervene or stop it. I found myself shaking my head as all my efforts burned in front of me along with all senses of dignity, patience, hope, and the sanity I had left.

"Come on," he ordered, pulling my arm toward the door, and I plainly followed, mostly by habit. Part of me knew I would follow him to wherever he wanted to lead me. "We've got to tend to it now."

Terrified, because I didn't want this to happen. I wanted to stop time, reverse it so I could fix it, but by the time he had lead me five feet to the door I realized that the past could not and would not be fixed. What's done is done; but that didn't change the inner chaos I was feeling. When you can't fix the past... can't fix the past... That did it. If she hadn't met Kakashi. If she hadn't showed up. If she... It's all because of her. Her. Her. It was her fault! All of it! And stupid Kakashi! That dumb mutant brat! That damn stove! The fucking burner! All of it!

Kakashi turned as I planted my feet and yelled "NO!" like a child. I miserably tried to twist my wrist from his grip, but he was much stronger and had faster reflexes than I.

All three of them stared at me like I was some animal, and I had never felt smaller. "Sayuri," he talked down to me in the most patronizing way possible, "we have to tend-"

"I can do it myself!" I growled, glaring up at him. This time I was able to tear myself from his grip; the yelling helped, I think. Never before had I seen this look on his face, and had I not been so lost and angry, I might have become extremely hurt just by seeing it. Time stopped. Or at least for me it did. As I felt my cheeks heat up more and more, I watched as Amaya stood with no expression. I watched as Thor stood and dragged his dry tongue back into his mouth. I watched as Kakashi stood, looking angry as I felt.

By habit or accident, maybe even pure insanity, I smiled, only at the floor. However, still angry, I marched myself toward the door myself, not with 'help.' Kakashi, though stunned, caught my arm and started to say my name, but my voice and speed stopped him. With surprising accuracy, I thrust my palm under his chin, effectively shutting him up and slamming the back of his head into the cupboard behind him. Even with the fire in my eyes, I couldn't stop myself from taking one of my fingers and sliding it along the crease of his lips. Shortly after, my resolve became clear again. "Don't touch me." The venom ripped through my voice and stung my throat, but I kept on, strait to the living room, strait to the stairs, and strait to solitude.

In the upstairs bathroom, after I had slammed the door with juevenile rage, I remained standing. I didn't want to sit down, I didn't want to 'relax', and I didn't want to collapse. Not so suddenly, I hated everything. I hated his stupid floral wallpaper, I hated his stupid no-slip rugs, and I hated his medicine cabinent, even as I nearly broke it open and grabbed what I needed from it. Running cold water, I soothed my hand and assessed the damage. Well, my head and heart sure hurt. My hand was still burning with bright red and char black rings that would, without a doubt, leave ugly scars to add to the collection. With my other hand, I gently traced the circles, but that only took off burnt skin and made the blood come out. As usual, it was a deep pink, but it blanched out in the sink. It was a painful process, but after a few minutes, I had gotten rid of what I couldn't heal and started to dry off my hands. With the white towel so bloody, I knew he was going to get mad, but at the moment I had other things on my mind. Sitting down, I leaned my back against the bottom cupboard, facing the door. I then wrapped bandages around my hand, knowing that it was just going to be bled through anyway.

Having done this many times before, I didn't need to watch what I was doing, so I looked around the floor. It was truely a ninja bathroom. The white tiles of the shower were not ribbed, but had senbon needles, painted white and ready to throw. The kunai blended well in the pattern of diamonds and circles on the floor. The entire wall had shuriken meshed in it. The knock at the door nearly startled me, but I wasn't going to jump for much. "Sayuri-chan?" It was the nurse, and she too had the same condesending voice that Kakashi had used. She invited herself in, knowing that I wouldn't. "You know-" I didn't give her the time of day and shot one of the handy kunai at her head. Not wanting civilian-murder on my hands, I made myself miss her head. It still worked. She hauled out and slammed the door behind her.

The second attack would come shortly after, and I knew this because she would tell Kakashi and he would get mad. Sure enough, he came up the stairs and swung open the door. By then I had already stood up and moved toward the far window, but that wasn't the first thing he noticed. The first thing he noticed was the white kunai sticking out of the door frame. "Sayuri! What the hell is wrong with you?" He yelled, but he stopped when he saw where I was. As smart as he was, he understood wordlessly that one of us was going to leave. He didn't like either option, but he had no choice.

A while after he left, I finally let my guard down and sat again. Soon I began staring at the hand that hurt myself, and the hand that hurt Kakashi; I wasn't sure which one I liked better. I couldn't cry,because I was too proud and too angry. I couldn't scream, because I couldn't tell if it was something I was too old for, or too young for. I couldn't hit anything, because that wouldn't solve anything. I couldn't hold myself together, because I had already fallen apart.

Locking the door and both windows, I 'relaxed' and layed on the cold tile, still mad at the stupid no-slip rugs. I clenched my jaw with a hurtful word in my head toward life, and unclenched with a hurtful word in my head toward myself.

This has always been something I could do for hours.

I did just that.

Kakashi's Point of View

"Just let her have her temper tantrum, honey." Amaya advised as I walked back into the kitchen, looking as distressed as I felt. She was standing at the stove, stirring the pots as to not to let them burn. I was just about to tell her that I thought it would be best if they just went home, but she had already dished out the food, minus the candy. "There's no point in wasting the food," she said, noticing my distaste. I didn't say anything, so she came over and led me over to the table where she sat me down and pushed food in front of me. For a while she babbled on about mindless things, but my mind was obviously not where she wanted it to be, so she stopped. "Kakashi-kun...."

All I could do was think about her, Sayuri, my... Sayuri. I thought about what I did, what I said, what she did, and what she said. Why had this all happened? When Amaya came, she came with subtle threats, leaving me with no choice but to invite her and her freakish little brother, Thor. The worst part was when I had to introduce her to Sayuri as my girlfriend... My poor Sayuri looked so caught off guard. I wondered if what I did was wrong, but I knew it was no matter how I tried to justify it. When they showed up, I felt so stressed, then Sayuri hurt herself, and that just threw me over the edge, mostly because I was confused that she let something like that happen. I didn't know why she was so upset about Amaya being my girlfriend, but that had to be why she was so out of it that she actually would let her hand burn like that. Seeing her hurt like that really worried me, but I was just so mad, not really at her, but at everything, that I yelled at her. Another small part of me was angry that she was being so reckless, but even then, it was my fault. It was my fault because she was already on edge lately, and I just pushed her off the deep end.

"Kakashi, she's acting like a child, I wouldn't worry about it." Amaya's voice broke into my head, not by choice, but I may have needed it. I looked up at her and remembered how Sayuri had acted, and perhaps it was childish, but I deserved it. "I mean, she threw a fit, screamed, yelled...That's a child for you, right there." Even I knew she was young, but she had the mind and the mental abilities of someone far older than me.

Then I realized why I was so hung on this, she had never truely gotten mad at me like that.

The second thing I realized is that I have been living on her, and all she has with me. Seeing this suddenly destroyed makes me hurt deeper than I thought I could ever feel.

Well, that's it, sorry again for the totally long memo! Hope you liked the chapter, and hope it was long enough :] As par usual, reviews aren't required for me to update, but they sure do make me feel special on the inside :] No pressure though, like I said, this story is gonna happen regardless :]

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