Hello again! Here is chapter number two! If there is any confusion in reading this please let me know because it jumps a bit in this chapter.

The first section is thoughts from, well, I think you can guess…

The second is a flashback

The third is the present

The fourth is a flashback

The fifth is the present

Summary: What they had was forbidden, and they knew it. But they were willing to face the consequences. Now, 15 years later, will the love that Sakura and Kakashi had for each other be enough to win against the secrets of the world?

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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters with are in any way, shape or form dealing with the series.

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I don't know what to do sometimes. My daughter, bless her soul, is one of the best fighters on this earth, but I still worry about how she will be treated after we are discovered. I love her, and I don't want anything to hurt her. Neither does her love, he understands. He knows that we would be condemned for being something you humans wouldn't understand. You wouldn't see the good in her, and how she is so pure. Just like many only saw the kyuubi in Naruto, would you see my daughter for the wonderful being she is or will you only know fear? Would your kind even give her a chance? Would you even give her a chance to live the life that has been given to her? Would you try to take the life that was given back to me?

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Deity

Part One: Of What Was Lost

Chapter Two: Of The Young

Sakura picked up her pen and grabbed her journal. She was mad. The words poured out as easily as the tears.

The tears fell. I couldn't help it.

"I'm….. I'm just a student."

"Exactly."

That was the only response that I got from him as he gently dumped me outside his apartment. I was in there for twenty minutes. I think that in my 13 years of life, that was the longest that I have ever spent with him alone. Twenty fucking minutes.

As soon as that door closed, the tears came. He doesn't get it. He never will. I'm chuunin, and have even surpassed Tsunade-sama in my medic skills and he still doesn't get it.

He keeps claiming that I'm just a student. Basically, that I will never be his equal like Naruto and Sasuke can be. That the kisses we shared meant absolutely nothing. The moments meant nothing; the fact that I let him have my body, and he took it meant nothing. But how can he say that?

Yeah, it's true that I was the only one in my team that wasn't so emotionally fucked up that I could tie my own shoes, but did he ever ask how I was after my parents died? No, because he didn't know. He never did. Why would he when I never brought it up and he never bothered to ask how I was doing.

I wasn't one of his special students, and I've finally realized that I was nothing more that a burden while I was in his team.

My parents died on a mission when I was twelve, and ever since then I have been on my own, and he didn't know.

He didn't care.

I wish that I could just fade away, and then everything would be better.

She slammed the book closed and threw it across the room.

"One day Kakashi, you'll see. I will be strong enough to defeat you."

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"Mom!" she heard yelled across the crowded square as her daughter came running down the steps of her apartment.

The mask she wore quickly fell as she gathered her beautiful fifteen year old daughter in her arms. Sakura kissed the top of her daughters pale pink hair that shone silver in the sun's light.

Her daughter pulled away and spun. "What do you think?" she asked as spun, the long, white, flowing skirt swirled around her legs. Its many layers twirling about themselves.

"You look beautiful Kit, your father would be proud," Sakura answered with a soft smile as she straightened her daughter's brown tank top.

Everyone in the market watched the exchange in silence. Even though all of Sakura's baby fat was gone, she still looked around twenty one or twenty two. Her daughter, who is almost as tall as her mother, looked nineteen or twenty. They looked like sisters, they acted like equals.

As Sakura entered the apartment, Gaara gave her a small hug before retreating to the couch where Kit promptly sat in her lap.

Gaara blushed, albeit just a little, Sakura smiled knowingly, and Kit remained oblivious.

"Well?" Kit asked impatiently.

"Oh, I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"You promised to tell me about this skirt when we got her."

"You remember that? That must have been, what, seven, eight years ago?" Sakura asked as she began disarming herself, not paying much attention to the bindings she was untying, as it had become second nature. "Your father gave that skirt to me on my fourteenth birthday. It also was what I was awoken in. Do you remember the day I was awoken? Of course you do. How could you forget, it changed you too." Sakura's voice had grown quiet in the end, sounding like she was talking more to herself when she finished.

Her voice was sad. It always was when that topic came up.

The look in her eyes had become distant as she sat on the arm of the couch beside Gaara and Kit. Her hand began stroking Kit's hair absentmindedly.

"Mom?"

Sakura slowly shook her head, trying to rid herself of her thoughts. "Kit, could you go to the market? There are some things I need to discuss with Gaara."

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"Mom? Where are you? Mom! Answer me! Where are you?" Chikara screamed. The seven year old was frightened. She had woken up in a place she doesn't know, and she was all alone.

"Mom! Please answer me!" Chikara broke into sobs, her legs crumbling beneath her.

She felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She turned around, furiously wiping at the tears that were falling from her eyes. Before you stood a man with a kind face, his pale skin made him appear to be glowing in the light. Her hand hesitantly touched his silver hair. "Like mine," she softly whispered. He nodded, his smile making his eyes look like inverted U's.

She looked past his hair and her eyes shone with amazement as she looked at the sky. She reached toward it, the light of the sun making the white sand that clung to her skin gleam like diamonds. The sun gave off a pure white light, but was only bright enough to remind her of the dying light at twilight. The sky, instead of shining blue like it did back home was black, with more stars than she had ever seen, shining brightly, looking close enough to touch.

The man picked Chikara up and swung her onto his back; her small arms wrapping around his neck.

"Are we going to find mom now?"

He nodded again.

"You look like my dad don't you? Except for your eye?"

"You have a lot of questions don't you, little one?"

"Uh huh." She laid her cheek on his shoulder, looking out over the clear water. The palms to her right rustled slightly in a wind that she didn't feel.

"Do you know what your name means?"

"No, do you?"

"Yes, I do. It means strength. Your mother was your father's strength, just like you are her strength."

"Do you think my dad would like my name?"

"There is a name that he always loved, would you like to her it?"

"Please?" The sound of the waves and the sound of his deep baritone were soothing her; the heat from his body making her relax until she was almost asleep.

"Kitiara."

"Kitiara? It's pretty. Would my mom like it?"

"Yes, she would. Would you like me to give it to you?"

"Uh huh," she nodded into his neck.

"Sleep Kitiara. Sleep. I will watch over you, keep you safe, and wake you up when you can see your mother."

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"They're going to find out eventually. Would you be able to keep Kit's emotions in check? You know she has never adapted."

"I think so, but there going to wonder about you too. Most of them are still terrified of you."

"Good."

"Gaara… that is not helping. But I don't know what to do with Kit. She has wanted to come here her entire life, but he doesn't even know that he has a daughter yet." Sakura sat in one of the wooden chairs that she had dragged from the kitchen into the living room. Her head was in her hands, her elbows on her knees as she tried to come up with answers to questions that hadn't even come up yet.

"Did he even know that you were pregnant?"

"No."

"Why didn't you tell him before you had to leave?"

"I couldn't. The last time I spoke with him, he made it clear that I meant nothing to him. After that he avoided me like a plague. When I found out a couple of weeks later, I went to talk with him, but he saw me and immediately went to the Hokage for a mission that would ensure him missing my jounin exam."

"So, basically, you fell in love with an ass."

"Do you really want to die right now Gaara because you know your sand won't help you." Gaara smirked at the agitation in her voice.

"You wouldn't know what to do without me, especially regarding how to deal with my kind. Besides, Kit wouldn't be very happy that you killed her fiancé."

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Thank you very much for your time spent reading this story, I hope to have the next chapter up soon. Please review, your thoughts are appreciated.

tiff