I do not own Naruto, um, yeah. Or the song 'What Hurts the Most' by Rascal Flatts. Er, yeah?
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let em out
I'm not afraid to cry every once and a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay
But that's not what gets me
Kakashi sat there, watching as the rain fell past his window. For once, his book lay on the table untouched, unread. He just couldn't get her off his mind. The way her hair swung around her shoulders. The way her eyes glistened in the light. There was a knock on the door. He told them to come in. It was Sasuke and Naruto. Their eyes were wide, their faces pale. In their eyes, he saw pure fear. "Its Sakura! She's really badly hurt!" He jumped up and followed them, his feet flying like wind in the summer. Please don't let her be dead! Please don't let her be dead! he pleaded, his breath searing in his lungs.
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
He apced around the hospital waiting room, his fists in his pockets. She couldn't die. Not now, not ever. He paused when he realized why she couldn't die. Naruto and Sasuke walked up and nodded for him to go in. He did, and the sight sucked all feeling from him. Sakura was lying there, her body broken and bleeding. She looked at him and gave a weak smile. He smiled back, though she couldn't tell, and sat by her bed. "Hi sensei," she whispered, her voice a mere whisper. He gave a tight smile and patted her head softly. He wanted her to get better because of one thing. He loved her.
Its hard to deal with the pain of losing you every where I go
But I'm doing it
Hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone.
Kakashi sat in the church pew, his eyes misting. Sakura walked down the aisle, her pink hair glowing softly and her hands grasping the boquet of white flowers, her wedding dress hugging her thin shape. Five years after her accident, yet now she could walk down the aisle to the smiling Sasuke. God, it was lovely to see that boy actually smile. But Kakashi wished it were under different circumstances. Then, he heard the preachers voice. "Whoever objects to this unity, speak now or forever hold your peace."
Kakshi gave a small sigh and stood up. They all looked at him. A majority in surprise, some in hostility though. This was just wrong. All Kakshi did was look into Sakura's eyes, then he walked off, shoulders hunched and his fists deep in his pockets.
Still harder getting up, getting dressed, living with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade, give away, stole the words that I saved in my heart
That I'd left unspoken.
Yet another knock hammered on his door. He groaned as he rolled over in his bed. Why was everyone making such a big deal about it? Kerunai had nearly killed him, yelling the whole time. "How could you love your own student that way! Do you have no idea how wrong that is?" He had simply looked at her. "So, you're telling me its wrong to be in love?" The hammering got louder, and a voice roared into his misery. "Come on, Kakashi! Its Asuma! Maybe we can talk it out, old friend."
"No!" yelled Kakashi. "I don't want to talk to anyone!"
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
Sakura sat there, crying as she read the letter. Sasuke walked in, their two year-old son and six year-old daughter clinging to him. He was smiling, but frowned again when he saw the tears glinting on her face. "What's wtong?" he asked, his voice high with fear. Sakura held out her arms to the boy, who came running. "Mommy, Uncle Kakashi said he'd come to my birthday party when he got back!" shouted her son. Sakura burst back into tears and buried her face in her son's black hair. Sasuke picked up the letter and read. He paused when he reached the middle. "No…" he whispered. He sat down, his eyes staring, his shoulders shaking.
The little girl walked up and touched her mom's hand. "Mommy, Uncle Kakashi is coming, right? He's Yuki's god father! He's gots to come! He said he'd show me how to do a ninja move! He promised!" She shook her mom's arm, her tear starting to fall. Sakura leaned forward and hugged both of her children close. "Kids, you know how Kakashi went on that mission, the dangerous one?" They nodded. "He isn't coming back…" They looked at her, not understanding. She started to cry when her daughter asked, "Did he get lost?" Sasuke sighed and touched her shoulder. "Honey, Uncle Kakashi died on the mission."
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could've been
And not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do
Sakura wiped a tear from her eyes as she stared at the grave. 'Hatake Kakashi', written in bold letter. "His teamwork meant everything…" Sakura whispered, reading the final phrase of that dreadful stone. Asuma gave a small sniff of sorrow before walking slowly away, for once his mouth cigarette free. Sakura leaned down and gently rubbed her hands over his name, hoping to never forget the feeling of the letters of her beloved teacher's name under her fingettips.
And not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do
Finished! What do you think? Please tell me. If enough people ask, I'll do another story kind of like that with the song "Tonight I Wanna Cry" R&R!