Just saying, but this a hard word to work with, so work with me here, okay? My friend picked it, saying 'it sounded cool', so yes… Thank you D.B.

lac·ri·ma·tion or lach·ry·ma·tion n

the production of tears in the eyes, especially excessive production as in crying or in reaction to a foreign body

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It started off as just a normal day.

Then, just like that, it all went wrong.

LACRIMATION

"I don't know what to say…" One 16-year-old boy said to an older man, "This is… this is so hard…"

"I know, but you have to tell her sometimes," The older man replied, resting his hand on the boy's shoulder for comfort.

"I know… I know! B-but… but…" The boy broke down into tears, "Why did it have to be this way, Kakashi Sensei!?"

"…" The silver haired man lowered his eyes, "What's done is done, nothing can be changed now," The boy kept crying, "I'm sorry… Naruto" Suddenly, the blond haired boy cried out, a scream mixed with anger, hatred, and grief.

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A pink haired girl happily cooked a meal in her small kitchen. Today would be the day that her dear friends would come back from their mission. She was waiting three whole days for this, and the time was finally coming. Sure, she was worried when they gone out into their mission, but in her heart, she knew they would all come back all right. She was proud, and for that, she planned a wonderful, surprising dinner with her friends.

She hummed a tune that was stuck in her head, and put in the last touch to the meal. Just at the right time, the doorbell rang. She jumped, surprised, and her heart started beating fast. Was it them? Was it them? She half skipped, and half wobbled on her legs towards the door. Taking a deep breath, she swung the door open, and put on an extremely happy smile.

"WELCOME BACK!!"

There was silence. She would have thought to hear some cheers and a 'glad to be back home' kind of stuff, but no, there was only silence consuming her. She opened her eyes and saw her old team mate, Naruto, "Welcome back Naruto! Where are the others?" Naruto didn't respond, only looked deep into Sakura's eyes. A bit uncomfortable, Sakura shifted, "Wh-what's wrong… Naruto?" She put on a difficult smile. Naruto averted his eyes slowly away from her and down to the cement ground. Sakura cocked her head down to get a better view of her friend's face, "Naruto?" She now wished she hadn't done that. She saw droplets of water fall from his face, from his eyes. Tears. "N-Naruto? Are you okay?" She has seen him cry, but not for a reason, "What happened?"

Naruto finally answered with a croaky voice, "S-Sakura…chan…… I-I'm so sorry… I-I-I…"

"Naruto…?"

"I wanted… I would have… but… but……" Naruto dug his face into his hand, "I… I couldn't"

"Couldn't what? What happened?"

"Kiba… he's… he's-------"

------He's dead.

"UAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Sakura moaned her sorrow for her friend, for her crush, for her love.

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It has been a week since that happened. The funeral was 3 days ago, and friends unhappily moved on, but one girl was still living in her miserable days; one girl was still in her bed room crying out her sorrows; one girl still had a deep cut in her heart, a cut that will never be healed with her special skill as a medic ninja. A cut that will never, ever go away.

Her friends came frequently to comfort her. Naruto would constantly keep saying that he's sorry, that it was his fault that he should have died instead. Sakura nodded, taking all that in, and replied with, 'It's not your fault'.

Ino would come in and cry with her, hug her until the end of night. Hinata would come in, also crying and tell Sakura that Kiba was a great person and he was likely in heaven right now. Tenten and Lee came over together, they didn't cry, but they shared her wretchedness and stay with her until she wasn't crying.

They all helped her stop crying at the end of the day, but those tears had its way to come back the next morning. Rarely, the jounins would come, Kakashi Sensei alone, Kurenai Sensei and the Godaime together. But that didn't help. He was still six feet under.

Sometimes, she told herself in the early morning that she wouldn't cry for that day, but it always ends up with tears, if she wanted them or not. She couldn't control it. It seemed that the resemblance of him was everywhere. He would frequently appear in her eyes in places he often went to: The park, the training grounds, random streets, and sometimes, her own room.

It was a scary thought, but it was more of a depressing thought than a scary one. That image of him may be walking around, sometimes look at her and smile, and sometimes even talk to her like nothing's wrong. But she would never answer back. On one of those days, Kiba asked her this:

"Do you hate me?"

Sakura looked at imaginary Kiba with a shocked face. Of course she didn't hate him and for the longest time, she answered back, "Why do you ask that?"

"Because you're ignoring me"

She was ignoring him because he wasn't real. Or was he…? "You're not real"

"Wow, that hurt," He said sarcastically, "But come on, really, why are you ignoring me?"

"Because…" She wanted to yell at him, say that he was dead and he should go to the other side. But nothing came out, "Be… cause……" Kiba waited for his answer, but he wasn't a patient type, so he soon moved on with another subject. Sakura slumped her shoulders, she wished she spoke her feelings out to him.

And that day soon came.

"I ignore you because you're not real," She started, getting Kiba his attention to her. He was going to say something, but Sakura cut him off, "I say that you're not real because you're DEAD"

Both stood on their ground, not saying anything, then Kiba finally spoke, "Really…" He said with almost a whisper, "I kinda guessed but… I didn't want to believe it… No wonder nobody else talked to me, they couldn't see me," Kiba looked at his hand, examining it for a while, "But you… you saw me… and you still ignored me"

The expression on his face crushed her, "I-I'm sorry… but I need to get you out of my head so I can move on…!"

"Yeah, I guess so…" He sighed, "I should be going now, huh?" Sakura gave a little nod, "Okay… I'll see you… in about 80 years or so. Wow, that seems so long," Kiba laughed sadly, "Bye, Sakura"

To tell the truth, she didn't want him to go, she wanted him to stay with her and keep her company, even if he was a ghost. As long as he was there with her with a heart… But she also didn't want him to be burdened by staying in the world just for her needs. She wanted what was best for him, she had to let go.

Kiba walked away, towards the park and disappeared into the light, "I'd kill myself… just to see you right now…"

KONOHA TIMES

Haruno Sakura (xxxx–xxxx) died this morning with a kunai cut through her throat. It was most likely suicidal, but the ANBU are still searching for the clues. Dear friends and families are grieved upon her death, but glad that her anguish for a young Inuzuka has finally ended. May she rest in peace, with Kiba waiting for her up there, with happiness.

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A/N: Tragedy. Yes, lacrimation and hyper lacrimation aren't exactly the same thing, but geez, it was hard…