Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
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Sakura blinked slowly, her senses dull. She groaned and rolled over, her head hitting a mattress. Suddenly, it hit her.
'Wait a second! I was waiting for Kakashi!' Inner Sakura screamed. Outer Sakura opened her eyes quickly, sitting up in the bed. She was in a canopy bed, the curtains hanging down around her were a lovely shade of light blue. She blankets she lay on were a darker shade of blue, and the sheets were silver. The three pillows were white, dark blue, and light blue. Sakura shook her head in confusion, and pulled open the curtains.
The room had white walls, and a blue carpet that reminded Sakura of the ocean. A light brown dresser stood on the opposite wall, twin silver lamps with dark blue shades on its heavily polished surface. Sakura's reflection stared back at her from the large, ornate silver mirror hung above the dresser. Sakura stood up carefully, expecting pain to wash over her any second. She squinted her eyes shut tightly, hoping not to cry.
A moment passed before Sakura realized that she felt no pain. She opened her eyes incredulously, and looked over her body. There were no more bruises or cuts visible on her pale skin, and she felt more alive than she ever had before.
'Where am I?' Inner Sakura whispered. Sakura carefully tiptoed over to the tall wooden door and clasped the silver handle (which was shaped like a wolf head), and pulled. The door slid open easily, much to Sakura's surprise. She peered out into the hallway hesitantly.
It was a long corridor, ending in a flight of stairs. The floor was polished hardwood, shiny enough to reflect Sakura's every feature. The walls were light tan, and painting were hung between each doorway. Sakura padded quietly down the hallway, wondering where she was. It took her a moment to notice that the painting weren't paintings at all, but mirrors with intricate patterns on their frames. Sakura was so preoccupied with her own bewilderment that she didn't sense the chakra nearby.
"Sakura? Are you awake?" called a pleasingly familiar voice. Sakura turned her eyes in the direction of the sound- and smiled in both surprise and bliss. Kakashi stood at the top of the stairwell, wearing his usual uniform- minus the vest, shirt, shoes, bandages, and gloves. Sakura ambled slowly over to him, her mind overwhelmed by everything. She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned against him, as if looking for balance.
"Where are we?" she whispered. Kakashi hugged her in response, running one hand soothingly. Sakura closed her eyes, savoring the dreamy feelings that floated in the air.
"Welcome to the noble Hatake house,' Kakashi said quietly. Sakura opened her eyes and looked up at his face.
"Wait a minute- this is your family house? If you've had all this, how come you've been living in an apartment?" Sakura asked, surprised. Kakashi had a slightly sorrowful, faraway expression in his eyes as he looked down into her own eyes.
"When my family had died away, this house was too haunting to live in alone," he explained, looking upwards as if seeking guidance from heaven.
"Then why are we here if it hurts you?" Sakura replied, pulling away from him slightly.
"Since it was just me, I got lonely. The walls screamed of my mother's murder, the boards creaked tales of my father's demise. The whole house moaned of my siblings' last breaths," Kakashi whispered, pulling Sakura back to him. He wrapped on arm around her back, and the other held her head to his bare chest. He planted little kisses on the top of her head.. "But now- I have someone else here. It isn't just me anymore. I have someone to take my mind away from it all. I don't need to be alone in the dark now, I don't need to strive simply for my own ideals." The man's voice was wracked with sorrow, and was on the verge of catching in his throat.
"Sakura, I have you now!" he cried, feverishly kissing the forehead and head while stroking her hair. His breathing was harsh and quick. Sakura suddenly felt something warm and wet running down her hair, slowly trailing down her face. She gasped quietly, then closed her eyes and pulled herself as close to Kakashi as she could, a sad smile creeping on her lips.
The man was crying.
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Sakura blinked slowly, her senses dull. She groaned and rolled over, her head hitting a mattress. Suddenly, it hit her.
'Wait a second! I was waiting for Kakashi!' Inner Sakura screamed. Outer Sakura opened her eyes quickly, sitting up in the bed. She was in a canopy bed, the curtains hanging down around her were a lovely shade of light blue. She blankets she lay on were a darker shade of blue, and the sheets were silver. The three pillows were white, dark blue, and light blue. Sakura shook her head in confusion, and pulled open the curtains.
The room had white walls, and a blue carpet that reminded Sakura of the ocean. A light brown dresser stood on the opposite wall, twin silver lamps with dark blue shades on its heavily polished surface. Sakura's reflection stared back at her from the large, ornate silver mirror hung above the dresser. Sakura stood up carefully, expecting pain to wash over her any second. She squinted her eyes shut tightly, hoping not to cry.
A moment passed before Sakura realized that she felt no pain. She opened her eyes incredulously, and looked over her body. There were no more bruises or cuts visible on her pale skin, and she felt more alive than she ever had before.
'Where am I?' Inner Sakura whispered. Sakura carefully tiptoed over to the tall wooden door and clasped the silver handle (which was shaped like a wolf head), and pulled. The door slid open easily, much to Sakura's surprise. She peered out into the hallway hesitantly.
It was a long corridor, ending in a flight of stairs. The floor was polished hardwood, shiny enough to reflect Sakura's every feature. The walls were light tan, and painting were hung between each doorway. Sakura padded quietly down the hallway, wondering where she was. It took her a moment to notice that the painting weren't paintings at all, but mirrors with intricate patterns on their frames. Sakura was so preoccupied with her own bewilderment that she didn't sense the chakra nearby.
"Sakura? Are you awake?" called a pleasingly familiar voice. Sakura turned her eyes in the direction of the sound- and smiled in both surprise and bliss. Kakashi stood at the top of the stairwell, wearing his usual uniform- minus the vest, shirt, shoes, bandages, and gloves. Sakura ambled slowly over to him, her mind overwhelmed by everything. She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned against him, as if looking for balance.
"Where are we?" she whispered. Kakashi hugged her in response, running one hand soothingly. Sakura closed her eyes, savoring the dreamy feelings that floated in the air.
"Welcome to the noble Hatake house,' Kakashi said quietly. Sakura opened her eyes and looked up at his face.
"Wait a minute- this is your family house? If you've had all this, how come you've been living in an apartment?" Sakura asked, surprised. Kakashi had a slightly sorrowful, faraway expression in his eyes as he looked down into her own eyes.
"When my family had died away, this house was too haunting to live in alone," he explained, looking upwards as if seeking guidance from heaven.
"Then why are we here if it hurts you?" Sakura replied, pulling away from him slightly.
"Since it was just me, I got lonely. The walls screamed of my mother's murder, the boards creaked tales of my father's demise. The whole house moaned of my siblings' last breaths," Kakashi whispered, pulling Sakura back to him. He wrapped on arm around her back, and the other held her head to his bare chest. He planted little kisses on the top of her head.. "But now- I have someone else here. It isn't just me anymore. I have someone to take my mind away from it all. I don't need to be alone in the dark now, I don't need to strive simply for my own ideals." The man's voice was wracked with sorrow, and was on the verge of catching in his throat.
"Sakura, I have you now!" he cried, feverishly kissing the forehead and head while stroking her hair. His breathing was harsh and quick. Sakura suddenly felt something warm and wet running down her hair, slowly trailing down her face. She gasped quietly, then closed her eyes and pulled herself as close to Kakashi as she could, a sad smile creeping on her lips.
The man was crying.