Touching's not the only way to feel...

"Rin -"

"Kakashi-kun, leave me alone!"

He looked at his teammate sadly, his two lazy eyes staring at her, watering with the first tears he had cried in years. His red eye haunted both of them, haunting them with memories and with moments that both could not bear to live without.

"Kakashi-kun – why, why did ... why did Obito-kun have to die?"

The thirteen-year-old looked outside of the dreary hospital window, his eyes and his heart searching for consolation. The sky matched the dreary day, a dull overcast of grey with no sunlight. A light shower had begun, the beginning of a harsh storm to come.

"There's never any difference is there, Rin?"

The air was filled with her violent sobs, her tears beginning to drown the hospital tiles with her sorrow.

"There's never any difference between your teardrops and the rain."

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Intertwined
Teardrops & The Rain

Disclaimer:Don't own Naruto.
Song lyrics are from "When the Rain Falls" from the Pixel Perfect Soundtrack.

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When the rain falls,

It's like heaven's crying...

The once lively village of Konoha was clouded in a sea of black and white, glowing white flowers in the hands of each villager on the dreary day. They stood before the obsidian monument with sad eyes, watching as yet another name was forever carved on the glistening stone.

Uchiha Obito.

There were no more sobs and no more tears, only a deafening silence that screamed at the three ninja whom the recently deceased Obito held dear. The Hokage stood in his glory, stood looking at the name of his deceased student with sorrow. Never once had he thought tragedy would slip into the lives of his precious students like it had his. The two youngsters in front of him stared at the stone with apathetic eyes, their tears dried out the night before while they were waiting in the hospital. The girl stared with her empty chestnut eyes, the flower in her hand proving one of her only remaining attachments to sanity. The boy next to her stared with his lazy eye, the only remaining piece of his best friend covered by his hitai-ate, too haunted by its memories to show itself in front of the stone.

Rain began to fall once more as the three ninja dropped their white flowers in front of the stones, their movements robotic and cold. The girl and boy instantly turned, walking out of the sea of black, their hearts screaming with sorrow; but no more salty tears fell from their eyes. They had promised each other the other night that their best friend – their brother– would hate to see them torn. The Hokage let off a soft smile as he watched his two students walk away, he too, wanting to break away from the sorrow; but it was his duty to watch every villager say their condolences, and so he stayed, his eyes forever remaining on the engraved name.

"Kakashi-kun," the girl brokenly began, her once sweet voice now coarse and rash, "I miss him already."

"I do, too," the boy quietly said.

They were once again enshrouded with silence, the only sound between them the harsh pattering of the rain as the raindrops dispersed against the Earth. The boy looked at the girl sadly, watching as she closed her eyes and faced the sky, the rain splattering against her face. He quietly saw her stream of tears from her eyes, but said nothing.

"Rin," he said, "When you cry –"

She turned to face him and smiled, her chestnut locks sticking to her pale face.

"I know," she replied, "There's no difference between my teardrops and the rain."

He looked at her surprised, and closed his empty eyes when he felt her embrace him. He inhaled her scent of chestnuts and almonds and cinnamon, his heart beginning to swell. She quietly held him, knowing that there was never anything else she could do for him.

"Kakashi-kun," she quietly whispered, "It wasn't your fault."

"If I -"

"Kakashi," she harshly interjected, "We're all the same."

He slowly removed himself from her arms and looked into her chestnut orbs, his broken reflection shown in her irises. He slowly moved his hitai-ate from his left eye, the red, blinding Sharingan of their brother seeming to shine through the dreary night. He removed his famous mask, his pale lips trembling from cold and sorrow. She smiled at him and gently leaned into his lips, the gaps between them closing.

Tears are the same...

When they're trying to grow something good out of all the pain.

"It's okay to cry," she said when they had broken away for air, "There's no shame."

She embraced him once more, her arms cradling his broken form.

When the rain falls,

It's like heaven's crying

When the name's all the difference that there is...

"We're the same, Kakashi-kun," she whispered one last time, "The only difference is our name."

Cause tears are the same

When they're trying to grow something good out of all the pain.

He said nothing, but instead returned her embrace, he too cradling her fragile body in his arms. They exchanged no more words, only embracing each other for comfort and for warmth. But they knew, they knew, that the rain would be the only time they would be able to cry.

But they would always be there for each other...

It was their unspoken promise and secret of a lifetime.

There's no difference

Between the teardrops and the rain.

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A/N: I feel depressed XD

Anyway, I hope you liked this one.

I really want to make a Rin/Kakashi fic...I like writing about their team. Ahaha.

Anyway, thanks for reading!