Chapter 4
"Dad, wake-up, the operation has ended, Dad, wake up"
The hand on his shoulder was shaking him more urgently while his brain was having a hard time registering the sudden change of landscape around him. After a few failed attempts, he was finally able to crack his eye open a bit more as Sakura voice became clearer every passing second:
"Dad, you've been sleeping for four hours, do you want to see Kurenai-obaasan?"
Kurenai – the name rang through his ears like an alarming bell. Right. She was badly injured trying to protect him. He needed to know if she was alright.
The last memory he had was his daughter healed him in vacant examining room, they chatted up and he felt immensely better than he had felt for two months. With all of her quirky mischief, his little daughter seemed to be the only person who could make him really feel happy for the last thirteen years.
Then they walked out of the room to sit on the bench in front of the operation room since he really wanted to wait to hear Kurenai's operation result. His recollection stopped there so he must have drowsed off due to chakra exhaustion.
Groping around the bench to get a pivot to propel himself up in a sitting position, Kakashi pressed his palms tightly against his eyes to get rid of the remainder of the sleepiness. His brain was still switching back and forth between the dreamland and reality as picture of Sakura collapsing on the ground crying was intertwining with Kurenai's bloodless face and the cold bluish white hue of the hospital walls in a mess of uncoordinated memory fragments.
Why did he have this dream now? He had not had it in years. But now was not the time to think about it. Kakashi opened his eyes again to zoom-in another pairs of sea-green eyes. Sometimes it started him how much similar they were – Haruno Sakura and Hatake Sakura.
"Silly, of course they are alike because they are…"
"Dad, are you ok? Still don't feel awake enough?"
Before Kakashi could finish his own thought, his attention was snatched away by a hand waving in front of him.
"Hmn" - Giving a slight grunt hanging habitually in his throat, Kakashi shook his head a few times then slowly stood up – noticing the headlight on the top of the operation room's door was off, black eye turned to search for green ones:
"Where is she?"
"They just moved her down to recovery room R452 in second floor. She's still in comatose"
Catching the instant glint of worry in Kakashi's eye, Sakura spoke quickly:"The operation was successful. It was extremely lucky that the attacker missed her heart by five centimetres. Tsunade-baa-chan says she will be alright, but she really needs a month of intensive care."
"That's a good news"
Kakashi raised his left hand to cover his closed eyes and his forehead and let out a deep relieved sigh. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, still feeling amazed that his daymare was actually not a bad omen of some sort. Then finally removing his hand, Kakashi started walking towards the stairs while Sakura tagged along:
"You heard anything about Ryoko and Ryota?"
"Tenzou returned briefly after you fell asleep and said that they had received the emergency signal and will be here very soon"
If he missed all of this during his sleep, he must have been completely exhausted or deep down, he would have felt totally at ease with his daughter around to the point that he could just let his guard down like that. If Sakura did not reassure that Kurenai would be alright, Kakashi really shuddered to think about the deadly injury she had suffered for him. Walked down the stairs and turned a few corners to reach room R452, Kakashi was suddenly stopped by Sakura right in front of said room's door:
"Dad, you can go in and visit her, I just want to get you some food ok? You haven't eaten anything all day"
All the anxiety must have rendered Kakashi's ability to feel hungry because he indeed did not feel the need to eat even when the last time he ate something was more than twenty hours ago. Giving Sakura a curt nod, Kakashi's hand reached the door's handle:
"Ok, thank you, sweetheart"
Leaning in to give the little girl a peck on the forehead, Kakashi turned the door handle to gently push the door open while Sakura just turned and walked away.
Once inside the room, Kakashi's chest was suddenly tightened by the lifeless form of the dark curly hair woman. If not for the weak thumping noise coming from the ECG machine hooking up to her pulse, Kakashi did not believe in the least that this was a successful operation.
Pulling the chair to sit next to her bed, Kakashi gazed at the paler shade of an ordinarily very pale face. At least she looked peaceful enough to let him know that she was not in pain anymore. At forty five, Kurenai still managed to be one of the most beautiful women in the Konoha.
Ninjas were usually staying youthful much longer than civilians thanks to their constant physical training and chakra conditioning. It was no surprise that Kurenai and he both looked around thirty something. But the special thing that really made Kurenai's beauty stand out among Konoha's endless list of beauties was her womanly charm.
She always seemed to be calmer, more mature and mysterious than other female friends, which made her almost irresistible amongst hot-headed juveniles with uncontrollable puberty. When they were younger, she was always one of the most sought-after dates in his generation.
The attention only ceased when she official got together with Asuma at twenty-five even when they had been secretively dating since they were eighteen. A few years after Asuma's death, Kakashi had witnessed her reject many suitors because she did not want anything else rather than raising Ryoko and Ryota up properly.
Although having some inappropriate thoughts at times about an attractive curvaceous female friend like any other male teenagers, Kakashi never really got affected by Kurenai's beauty that much.
Haruno Sakura was more like his type: smart, sharp, straight forward and fierce with a hint of clever sarcasm in her speaking. Kurenai to him was a precious friend because she was one of only very few friends that still survived with him until now.
Kakashi had lost almost all of his comrades from his generation, the ones who graduated from the same Academy with him: Hayate, Ebisu, Asuma, Raido, Izumo, beloved Rin and Obito, over nearly thirty nine years of his shinobii career.
Anytime he heard the news or witnessed a friend pass away, somewhere in his heart, a hole was poked, and no one else can fill in that vacancy he saved for that only person anymore.
There was thing that no matter how many times it happened, you just could not get used to it. His silent mourning to his heroic friends never ended and he knew Kurenai would feel the same way judging by the fact that she never seemed to recover from Asuma's death even after fourteen years.
Thus he was completely thunder-struck when Shizune and Genma revealed that Kurenai was actually pinning after him for quite sometimes now. They felt sort of angry with the fact that he remained so clueless while in their opinions, he and Kurenai would make a great couple. Maybe being normal friends for so many years made him lose all of this sensitivity for her romantic feelings. Or maybe, sometimes things just did not mean to be that way.
Kurenai would be far from a bad choice to a man like him but the problem was already there when he called her a "choice". If he really had had feelings for her, he would not have called her a "choice", wouldn't he?
After the eye-opening incident with Genma and Shizune in the bar that night, Kakashi did notice that Kurenai was actually treating him differently from other male friends. He did not understand how he could be so blind with all of her endearing acts towards him before.
For a man who claimed to be able to read underneath the underneath, he was just too ignorant with the "heart" matter. Or maybe, his mind had always been occupied by his little daughter to care about anything else.
For the last thirteen years, he did not pay much attention to women even when he knew he could easily pick up a pretty face around this massive village or foreign countries during his missions. Most of the time Kakashi did not feel the need to because he still missed a certain pink-haired girl so keenly that no other woman seemed to be able to fill in that void.
But being a man (gay or straight) meant you were biologically programmed to have sexual needs and sometimes, maybe your hand and distant memory of your only love who passed away so long ago just weren't enough. He needed a warm body, a real woman to somewhat relieve this painful urge.
Usually, he would leave the house after little Sakura fell asleep to go to a late night bar with plenty of lonely attractive women around. It was his first policy that Kakashi would never take a woman back to his own house whether his daughter was home or not.
It was not that he felt guilty but his house with his daughter was inviolable. His sexual partner was just there for one night stand, no string attached, he have no interest in telling her about his private life and she did not need to tell him about hers either. Just simple as that. His house with little Sakura was an oasis built with love and trust and memory of Haruno Sakura, it belonged to just three of them and another being was just mere annoyance.
Besides, his daughter did not need to know about this side of him when she was this young. She would learn it herself when the right time came.
Puberty and Sex were always an awkward topic for someone as private and stoic as Kakashi. He was already handful with his daughter's questions about women and men's body structures, let alone this secretive sex life of it was too complicated for a little girl to understand about all of this adults' crap.
For so many years, he did not even need to keep his emotion vacant around the women he picked up on rare occasions as there was always nothing there in the first place. He did not even feel that satisfied after all these late-night ventures. Only emptiness surrounded him waking up to an unknown woman who did not smell like her or look like her in the least even though most women he seduced would have petite frames and green eyes.
To make the matter worst, they usually had to correct their name to him when the whole thing was over. Some nice women just reminded him of their real names and it made him feel low for treating them that way. Some just made a fuss over it and turned him off completely. In both cases, Kakashi knew he was the only one at fault.
It was stupid and embarrassing when the only female name he could remember in the heat of the moment was always only one word with three syllables - "Sakura", and nothing else.
How could that be healthy? Definitely not. But Kakashi was destined to be born as a very sad man, he could not let go and could not forget. While he looked strong and undefeatable on the outside, in the inside he was just a man of the past, who always lived with reminiscence and was hard to make him love anyone but once his heart held a certain person, it just did not have room for another anymore.
It was pathetic for a man like him who always made the same mistake over and over again. He always thought that he knew better, and what he decided when the situation called for was the best measure, but it all turned out to be worse than he expected.
Maybe because he always tried to disregard his own feelings and made verdicts based on his single view of the matter rather than consult with the people who were involved with it as well, that was why he always ended up regretting not giving himself or his beloved a chance to really decide things together.
But the maddening part was knowing himself, if he could really turn the time back, Kakashi being Kakashi may still have ended up doing the exact same thing.
Now she was lying there motionless because of him. He knew what was coming - Another big decision that weighed on him like a ton of bricks. He did not really know what he should do now when he knew for sure that Kurenai was just not having a crush on him – you just did not go jumping in the middle of a bloody battle to receive a deadly attack for someone just because you like him – she was in love with him.
As a gentle and calm person, Kurenai was as discreet about her feelings as Kakashi but in the same way, her sentiments would run so much deeper than what it may have shown on the surface.
It was not the first time someone fell for Kakashi without his knowledge, it was definitely not the last time he did not know what to do either.
This time was somehow unlike the other two instances. If he had to choose, it would seem to be a lot easier. He ruthlessly eradicated any option he would have the first time when it happened to him because he absolutely believed that he was trash who did not deserve to be loved. It was not even a choice to be opted.
The second time was just too devastating because he wanted to choose so badly but he could not. It was just a malicious joke from heaven when his only female student fell in love with him while his favourite male student had always loved her for years.
He chose to back away and it later ended so tragically that it turned into another biggest mistake in his life. This time, he had no guilt, no pressure, no moral dilemma to answer to. Kurenai's husband – Asuma – one of his close friends had passed away fourteen years ago and to her children, she had been the best mum anyone could ask for. He was a single dad and her very close friend. They had known each other for forever. A perfect situation in which people would just shower them with encouragements just in the same way Genma and Shizune did.
The only problem this time was his emotional state were not there yet. He respected and liked Kurenai as a friend. He never really harbored romantic feelings for her before so it felt oddly discorded if he decided to start on a relationship with her would never be the type who forced his feelings to twist into a certain direction because he felt indebted to someone and from what he understood of Kurenai, she would not be happy to be treated that way either. She would not need anyone to pity her.
A whiff of breeze suddenly blew away the window's white curtain and fanned on his skin coolly, making Kakashi tore away from his muse to check over the window's edges to the hint of the village's scenery spanning silently under the dusk's lights. It must be around half past or six.
How long had Sakura gone?
It seemed to be about an hour but Kakashi was not so sure considering his tendency to skip time when he was so deep in thought. He stood up slowly to fully turn to the view over the window, hands habitually dug inside his pockets.
The Hokage's monument loomed over buildings and trees, casting shadow to one sixth of the village's area. Kakashi could not help a light amused frown forming on his face anytime he looked at Naruto's sculpted face up there. Maybe because of his young age when he became the Rokudaime, or maybe because of his incessant arguments with the chief architect that he wanted a good depiction of his characters rather than a framed austere look that the architect had to follow in carving the authority face of Konoha, the result turned out to be unintentionally funnier than it supposed to be.
Rock did not do anyone justice thus Naruto's smiling face beside grim visages of his predecessors stuck out like a sore thumb. Also because rock was just so used to being somber and serious, Naruto's wide grin up there just displayed this hint of anger as if he had been suffering constipation for days. Well, but Naruto, as usual, being very ignorant of subtlety and art was happy with the result so everyone was fine by it eventually.
Konohagakure had changed a lot during his life span. Even though the main historic centre part remained the same with the Hokage's tower stood out resiliently for more than two hundred years despite countless times of reconstructions after endless wars, the village had expanded three times and become definitely more prosperous than any other previous eras under Naruto's reign.
His eradication of many backward customs, ageism and prejudices throughout the village had made shinobiis and civillians' life so much more breathable. Together with Shikamaru as the head strategist of military and diplomacy while Kakashi was head of all jounin and ANBU operations, they agreed on building up a democratic regime when shinobiis of all levels could have a say in any important matter affected the village by voting system – an unprecedented move that never existed in the shinobii's world before.
When it was first initiated, the old-school power of the village was totally against it, arguing that this would weaken the village beyond repairable. But Shikamaru, Naruto and Kakashi all understood that they were just so fearful for losing their grip on utter control over all Konoha's shinobiis.
Nothing made the senility more terrified than the idea of free will and things that entitled it. But Naruto was so adamant that the greatest power in life lying in people's heart and in a village where people felt happy because they could make their own choices, that village would become invincible.
People would treasure the precious peaceful life here and did their best to protect it while the world out there was still raging with wars and conflicts.
After nine years being the greatest and most beloved hokages of all time, Naruto had proven to everyone that his way of ninja was right. The village became more powerful because people's will were united not because they possessed a powerful weapon that could destroy the enemies and themselves in an instant.
Naruto's anti-vengeance and lenience policy towards other rival countries also contributed positively to the recovery and restructuring of the Ninja world after the Fourth World War.
Every now and then there were still raising powers of bloodthirsty and power-hungry warlords or criminal organizations but because of the better cooperation between different hidden villages and countries, their espionage and terrorism attempts were deferred long before it could become an irrepressible problem such as the Akatsuki.
Another event that shook Konoha's old bums to their core was the fact that the youngest head stategist in Konoha's history got married to the Kazekage's older sister- Temari. The unlikely friendship between the two hokages of Konoha and Suna had been scorned upon by these wretched heads for years but then having an elite kunoichi live within Konoha's walls was another confidentiality threat that they could not take.
But once again they were proven wrong after witnessing the stronger bond between the two villages and Suna's eager support in Konoha's peacemaking efforts.
Being a skeptical believer, Kakashi in all actuality did not believe in a happy ever after because he knew history would just find a way to repeat itself. Great civilization rose and collapsed, peace time intertwined with war periods like two string of the same rope, constantly fighting each other for dominance for eternity.
Naruto had surely changed the course of history and created a golden era for Konoha but whether the next generations of rulers and shinobiis could carry on that legacy was another story.
It was not to say that Kakashi felt depressed or pessimistic. On the contrary, he understood that life was always about fighting for the better. One should not be disappointed if a great empire crumpled because it would be a great opportunity to fight again for the better.
For now being the teacher of the great Rokudaime could be counted as the second biggest achievements for a forty four year old Copy Nin, couldn't it?
His biggest achievement in life was surprisingly so much simpler.
No grandiose ambitions, no heroic feats, no aura of great triumphs during the span of the last forty something years could make Kakashi consider as a greater thing than this one just because none of them had made him truly happy the way he was feeling anytime he thought of it, or her to be more precise.
Hatake Sakura...
Living with little Sakura for all these years was irrefutably the happiest time in the Copy Nin's life. This was the first time he did not live just for Konoha but for another being as well – a small delicate and beautiful being that needed his protection and love. A being just grew up rapidly and gorgeously under his care and guidance – Hatake Sakura had bought meaning into his lonesome life again.
It was an unspeakable happiness when you had someone waiting for you, worrying about you and you felt the same way when that person was not around. All the time they shared together through thunder storms of sub-tropical islands in the Land of Lighting, blizzards of the freezing northern territory in the Land of Water and shaitans of uninhabitable deserts in the Land of Wind burned in his memory vividly.
This small little girl always followed him, trusted him and loved him unconditionally. Her tiny hand would always hold up to his much larger one as they walked through perils and deaths. Internally, she would probably be terrified when he asked her to take a big risk jumping off the burning bridge so that he could catch her as she was acrophobic, but in the exterior, she would just look resilient and fearless just because she trusted him completely.
Sometimes he did think that, if it was for his little Sakura, he didn't mind standing up against the entire world just to protect her.
And all the simple things they did together like shopping for grocery, fishing, three-legged racing for school sport's day, dressing up for summer festivals with colourful yutakas, goldfishes, puffy candy-floss and thundering firework just added to the endless list of fond memories he never imagined he could have if little Sakura did not exist in this life.
Sometimes the happiness was just so overwhelming that it scared him subconsciously. What if it did not last long. How could a man whose life was plagued with loss and sufferings ever since he was born like him have such bliss? He always knew he was a selfish man.
One day his daughter would fly away from his hands like a full-fledged bird leaving its parents when the time came. One day she would be swept away by her own goals and passion. He could not keep her with him forever. It would be a bitter day but he could stand it if she still came back to visit her poor father occasionally.
How long did he still have until that day? Would he feel the unbearable loneliness again he had felt for years before Hatake Sakura happened to him.
A soft murmur put an end to Kakashi's daze as he rapidly turned to the source of noise. Kurenai's eye brows knitted together in a pained expression as she tried to move and open her eyes.
In two strides Kakashi was next to her bed. He gently put his large hand on her shoulder and called out softly:
"Kurenai, I'm here"
The eyebrows were twisted again for a few seconds then curly eyelashes started to wink rapidly:
"Ka…Kakashi" – her voice was rasped.
Ever so slowly, ruby eyes cracked open with difficulty because of the intruding late afternoon sunlight.
Taking in the infamous facial details of a certain Copy Nin – droopy dark grey eye and scared red one, silver-haired and maskless face seemed to reassure the dark-haired woman tremendously. Lifting her hand up to touch the side of his face, Kurenai smiled weakly:
"Are you okay?"
A pang of uncertainty fleeted through Kakashi's head as he was a bit shied by her affectionate touch, they were never like this before this incident. But whatever Kakashi felt from inside, he did not show it. Then tentatively, he touched the hand on his cheek and smiled at her:"I'm ok, I should be the one to ask that question"
"I'm…fine, I'm glad that you're alright" – Her struggling voice betrayed her external calmness, deepening Kakashi's guilt. As tempted as he was to say she should not have done that for him because he was not worth it, Kakashi held it back since judging from his past experience, people would just take him for an ungrateful bastard although he did not mean it.
Kakashi always had a hard time trying to fathom why these women fell for him of all people in the first place. They would be better off without him. But again, it was not up to him to judge how a person should or should not feel. Unconsciously lingering his touch on her hand, Kakashi released a contented sigh which spread his lips a little bit in a passing smile:
"Thank you, Kurenai"
"There's no need, you'd definitely do the same thing if you were in my situation" – Kurenai responded with an absolute certainty in her eyes. And Kakashi knew it was true. He could die to protect any precious comrade but there was only one person he actually wanted to live for. Kurenai's hand slipped from his cheek to the side of her bed. Kakashi instantly realized that she was trying to get up so he tentatively propping her back up and rearranging the pillow so she could comfortably maintain a sitting position:
"Thank you" – Kurenai smiled again while carefully shifting some more to adjust to the new posture.
"You should rest some more though" – the worry pinched his nose-bridge but Kurenai just ignored all of that in her gentle but decisive manner:
"I don't want to feel too useless, if Ryoko and Ryota come back any moment, this will just worry them sick"
Admire would be an understatement to describe how Kakashi felt about Kurenai sometimes. She was one of the best kunoichis in Konoha and definitely one of the best mothers as well. She was always gentle and sensitive with the twin's feelings while still being able to be tough on them when discipline was needed. As a result, Ryoko and Ryota were groomed into proud and excellent ninjas at such a young age – a feat that not many parents could do let alone a single mother (not that Kurenai chose to be that way).
Whatever she felt for him must have been recently since for many years, Kurenai totally ignored her own happiness to devote her life taking care of her son and daughter. Understanding how Kurenai feel that way, Kakashi let her be:
"It's nearly impossible to hide things from Sakura, she would just figure it out straight away if I'm injured or not" – He revealed ashamedly
"Well, it's hard to hide anything from the best medic under Tsunade-sama, Kakashi. That little thing is an excellent kunoichi, I'm surprised that you'd made a good father, Kakashi"
She teased him but unable to grin because of the pain on her still tender chest. Kakashi chuckled softly:
"I don't have a lot of good-father material, do I?"
"Well we didn't believe so at first, but you turned out to be a real jack of all trades. You could physically fight and wield a weapon effectively, cast jutsus, copy it, invent it and teach it and now being a good father too. Just like when we were at the academy, it was irritating trying to catch up with you, arrogant genius – Kakashi-kun"
Kakashi knew that Kurenai was always an inborn charmer since she could be so good with words, complimenting him but at the same time sarcastically criticizing him. It was a smart tactic to keep the conversation light-hearted and interesting.
"Oh, really?" He quirked an eyebrow to fake his innocence – "I always thought that I was the quiet, modest, hard-working type that everyone could feel related to back then"
"On the contrary, Kakashi, let me refresh your memory, people were usually pissed off by your blunt remarks and superiority attitude." – Kurenai was doing a good job of acting out Kakashi's smugness postures when he was small by folding her arms in front of her well-endowed chests and tilting her chin up at an angle.
Kakashi's smile widened as he rubbed his neck nervously:"I wasn't very popular back then I guess"
"Not with the boys" – Kurenai responded so quickly that a hint of blush tingled her cheeks automatically after that.
"Girls dig bad guys, don't they?" Kakashi remarked coolly, surreptitiously trying to salvage the conversation from awkwardness.
"You're not even the slightest bad, Kakashi" – Kurenai's soft gaze diverted back to his onyx eye, light orange sunlight settled down on her face, making her beautiful features glow – "If you were, I would never feel this way about you"
Even when it came out quite naturally, Kakashi could not help feeling his stomach lurched with uncertain discomfort. It was no use dancing around the topic or tried to avoid it. Kurenai had made it abundantly clear the moment she shielded him away from a fatal attack. The smile slid off his face as he seemed at loss for words for a few moments, unable to decide what to say. Deciphering his silence as a hesitance, Kurenai went on with her deep voice, her gaze still fixed on him with knowing tenderness:
"Don't feel indebted to me that you have to rush to make a decision Kakashi. It's unfair on you, and a forced feeling would never work out"
It would be easy to have a life with someone like this – mature, wise and smart. They shared more commonalities than Kakashi would ever take notice of. But then without any warning, a pair of reflective green eyes with fierce stare and abysmal sadness, a shock of pink tresses resembling the cherry blossom colour flashed through his mind, making Kakashi understand how unready he was still. Forcing himself to abandon the thought to go back to the present ruby gentle eyes in front of him right now, Kakashi tried to restrain a sigh and decided to be truthful, she deserved to know his candid feelings:'
"Thank you, Kurenai. I have to be honest with you, this is all new to me, I don't really know what to do, so do you mind giving me some more time?"
Kurenai took it calmly enough but she could not hide a tint of disappointment there under Kakashi's close observation, her hand even clutched tighter to the quilt cover:
"Don't get me wrong, Kurenai, you're all anyone could ever wish for" – it was extremely discomfited coming out from its own mouth as Kakashi had never said that to a woman before, but Kurenai's subtle saddened look had tugged his heart, pulling the right nerve for a tongue-tied Copy Nin to give out such compliment.
But before he could save anytime to recover from his slip of tongue, Kakashi was mortified by the second astonishment as a pair of warm lips pressed on his and faintest smell of femininity entered his nostrils. His rational minds were swept away as his brain stopped functioning for a brief four or five seconds. The lips on his now nipping lightly at his lower lip asked for more. Slowly he realized that it was after all just a kiss and he was long overdue to be a love-struck teenager, Kakashi relaxed into it and his hand curled up to the side of her face touching her soft hair.
"Crack"
The noise startled him and Kurenai as well as they hastily separated and turned to look at the door where the noise was unmistakably coming from. Another clamor of a certain object got thrown on to the cold hard tiled floor was heard again as the slightest hint of pink-hair was swept by and disappeared while running away footsteps echoed the hallway:
"Sakura" – Kakashi bolted upright, Kurenai was wiped out of his mind in a jiff but right at that time Ryoko and Ryota barged in:
"Mummy" – they cried out at the same time and rushed through her in the shortest amount of time and encapsulated her in a tight overwhelming embrace Kurenai's look was filled with tremendous happiness as she smiled at her two angels not minding their overbearing demeanor even in the slightest even when her body still needed a lot of delicacy:
"Ryoko, Ryota"
The twin seemed to be at lost for words as they cried silently onto their mother's shoulders, Kakashi quickly picked this moment to make his retreat:
"I let you guys have sometimes alone then"
To which, Kurenai just nodded lightly as a hint of longing formed in her soft gaze. Trying his best not to inconsiderately rush out of the room in search for his daughter who may have had a few wrong ideas at the moment, Kakashi calmly strolled toward the door.
Lying on the ground was a piece of wood which looked just like a part of a door which was ripped off by a monstrous strength. The splinting dent on the door uncomfortably confirmed his theory. He hardly saw Sakura expressed such a burst of anger on inanimate objects. She was always a very gentle kid even when she did have a temper which was quite harmless most of the time.
A scowl twisted his brows, he should fix this up before anyone could unnecessarily see it. Rapidly picking up the piece and clasping it back to where it belonged, Kakashi casted a low level wood jutsu copying from Tenzou on the door, it healed itself back instantly, making itself look intact as if it had never been vandalized in the first place.
Close the door behind him with a sound click, Kakashi realized the familiar basket Sakura always used to pack his lunch in it right next to the door's foot. Picking it up he started to stride hastily out of the hospital towards his house direction.