Aren't you guys lucky! I decide that because it was Valentine's Day I'd give you the two first parts in one day! I've already written the third, that's three I've written today, but I won't give you that till after the fourth is written, tomorrow maybe.
Apologies for any poorly spelled Japanese words, and inevitably poorly spelled English words, which I can pass on no blame to another on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words I speak, not Yoda, nor any other Naruto ideas or characters, and sadly, also not own I do Kakashi. This story was in part based loosely on a book I read, and if after reading this completed story that person can guess the book they get… well actually I don't know what they get.
Don't worry that this is just a one shot, it isn't I have for once, it all planned out. I'd imagine it will be around twenty thousand words, but I can never be the judge.
I go where the words take me.
Hanging on for the ride.
No bishounen were harmed during the making of this fan-fiction.
Part II
She lay cold again in the bed. Instinctively she sought his warmth, needing the comfort of knowing he was there. She found naught but a cold bed. Sakura tossed and turned and came to wakefulness a short time later.
She was all alone. She couldn't find him anywhere inside his apartment. Sakura collapsed eventually against the wall, curling up and crying in the room they had shared, with the billowing curtains stilled and the bloody sheets dried.
He was gone. He had left her.
She was choked with sobs, tears poured out without her control. Sakura shook torn to pieces. She gasped deep for breath and painfully dressed herself. She could stay here no longer, even though she was loathe to leave his apartment, hoping he would return.
She ran, fast enough that she could think no more, only rely on her instincts. She knew that if she stopped running her demons would catch her, and so she ran until she fell, broken and panting for life.
She could cry no more.
She was curled, barely supporting herself as she gasp for breath, her throat rawer then sandpaper.
She could run no more.
Hours later he came for her. She let herself be pulled into his lap, clutching him desperately after he gently touched her back before burying her face in his vest, seeking to hide her shame as much as to seek comfort.
Pain racked her both physical and mental. He saw clearly she had been careless in her flight, her legs were torn and bleeding from running through bush, rock and the wide grass fields. Hatake Kakashi held her to him and wished her pain no more.
The world at last faded to darkness around her, with sunset came sleep.
He was gone. He had left her.
Part II Finite.
There is no pattern to the length of this stories' parts.
I write this story as I write poetry, unhindered by form.
I do not control the writing.
The writing controls me.
