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.
No bishounen were harmed during the making of this fan-fiction.
Part III
He carried her back from the far reaches of Konoha village. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and her face was buried in his vest. To those who saw him carrying her so gently she looked as his bride.
He had taken the care to clean her wounds from the supplies he carried with him always in his vest, more precious then any weapon to a ninja.
A man tending to his goats thought they made quite a picture, their mid length hair both in artful states of disarray. Their fine features made them stand out, even with his mask the goat-herder could see why this young man had caught the girl's eye. He had a well-shaped face and there was something about him and the way he carried her.
Kakashi laid her gently on her bed. He removed her sandals and took her forehead protector off, putting both in their respective positions at the foot of her bed and on the table beside it. He knew his way around her apartment, he had been there a few times after her parents died. It had been sudden, they were both killed while on a mission.
He remembered the pain she felt and that he and her team members had shared for her. Like everyone else on team seven she had become an orphan. He had remembered the pain on her face at their funeral. He had come with her, and come numerous times afterwards to check up on her.
In the weeks following her parents deaths he had made a habit of visiting her after his missions, whatever the time was. He had only talked to her the first time, after that they merely shared nods, a sign she was coping. He had never failed to check up on her, even if he just glanced in the window as she slept, to check she was still there. The day she joined team seven's training session was the day he knew she was healed.
Kakashi had seen the pain on her face again today. He had seen her on the two worst days of her life.
It was no wonder she slept now, nothing wore a person out faster then a broken heart.
He stayed with her until dawn when he slipped out the open window that had admitted him, planning to catch some sleep before visiting her again later.
Part III Finite.
