A/N: hi all, 1st i would like to apologise for the bad spelling that crops up in my writing, atm i have no beta reader and i seem to confuse my spell checker, spelling has allways been my weakpoint as i am dyslexic.

i will try and get part 4 done with no or very few spelling errors and i will go back and fix parts 1-3 too.

i thank you all for your time and support in reading this story. enjoy.

Kakashi woke up to find himself covered in a cold sweat, sitting up a bit to quickly his head spun and bile started to rise in his stomach. Quickly glancing at Sakura to make sure she was still asleep he peeled off the sweat socked blanket he hurried over to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him and flicking on the light he squinted agents its brightness.

He staged over to the sink as another bout of nausea hit him, he leaned heavily on the porcelain bowl and looked at himself in the mirror. He had slept in nothing but a pare of shorts and his mask with at that time only showed him the paleness of his skin was not confined to his face, pulling off his mask he gasped for air, never before has the thing seemed to suffocate him.

Running the cold tap he splashed some water onto his face and around to the back on his neck, a wayward drip trailing down his back made him shiver. He griped the sink again as pain wracked his body for an instant and leaving as quickly as it had came but left him with the intense urge to vomit.

Gazing into the mirror, he was almost shocked at the face that looked back; it was someone he did not know. His sweat matted hair partly fallen over his face, his mismatched eye glaring back at him with a look that promise a painful and bloody death, his lips set into a feral snarl. It was a look not unlike Naruto had when he used the nine-tailed fox's power.

Then the pain returned tenfold, feeling like his mussels where trying to crush his very bones. Hunching over the sink as the pain took him to a new high, a small "tink" could be heard as the bowl cracked in his grip. His skin felt like it was on fire, sinking to the floor, the cold tiled floor offered some release agents the burning pain of his skin

He scraped his nails along the floor as his back arched as a new wave of pain washed over him. By Kami it felt like his blood was boiling and something inside him was trying to turn him inside out. Using all self-control he could muster he bit back the pain, and forced his body to relax.

It was working, the pain ebbed away leaving only a dull ache, his skin still felt feverish but at least it did not feel like he was on fire, his mind worked over what just happened to him. Gathering his strength Kakashi used the small bathroom wall to help himself stand as he pulled himself into the shower, turning on the cold tap he felt the last drags of pain and fire ebb away with the soothing droplets. But he had to ask.

What the hell was happening to him?

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Sakura sipped at her drink, she had a nice view down the road from her place at the front of the teahouse. It was time for the contact from the other group to meet with them, the information the scroll contained was nothing high class, but they had to be careful with it non the less. Sakura did not mind sitting there dressed as a civilian, between training and missions she never got to spend any time like this.

Kakashi watched her from his seat at the back of the teahouse, the events from the morning gone from his mind. He is a shinobi the mission came first; he could work out his own problems later. Turning a page of his book but finding it did not hold any interest he sighed and went to grab his cup to take a drink when…

Tink.

A crack shot down from the rim of the cup. Kakashi's hand stopped mid air, not to sure if he should pull back or pick up the cup, he shifted in his seat. This was a bad omen, looking up from the cracked cup he saw a tall, slender hazel haired man sit down next to Sakura.

"The tresses really are lovely around here." Sakura said in a charming tone as she took a mouthful of her drink.

"Yes they are, its wonderful that the leaves never fall no matter what the season is." the dark haired man replied, eyes falling anywhere but the pink haired lady next to him.

Sakura picked up her napkin that had been folded on her lap, discreetly hiding the scroll in its folds. Passing the scroll to him under the table as she dabbed her lips with the napkin, he took the scroll and slipped it into his jacket, with a smile and nod to her he got up and left.

Kakashi watched him go, after keeping an eye on the door for a few minutes to make sure no one followed him out Kakashi's gaze feel back to the broken cup. His hand twitched causing his nails to scrape the wooden tabletop, he lifted his hand clenched his fist then relaxed his fingers. It was about time he went, he did not want to risk having another repeat of this mornings event out in the open.

Placing some money on the table he got up and left, brushing past Sakura on his way out. He welcomed the soft breeze on his skin when he got out but he decided best that he not linger. It did not take him long to get back to there hotel room, letting out a soft sigh as the door closed behind him with a soft click Kakashi ran his hand though his silver hair, sighing again he flopped down onto the bed a bit more heavily then he would of liked.

He knew that they had to get out of this town tonight. Why he did not know but he had the feeling like someone's ice cold breath on the back of his neck, he buried his face into his pillow trying to dispel the feeling of dread string in his gut.

He felt the bed dip as she sat down next to him, she had been staring at him for the past five minutes unsure of what to do, carefully Sakura placed her hand on his back, there was a sharp intake of breath from him, making her wonder if it had hurt.

"Are you ok?" Sakura felt stupid for asking the same thing over and over, "And don't say your fine Kakashi-kun, I saw the broken sink and the scratches on the floor."

He turned his head do he could look at her "I don't know, but I'm sure ill be fine in a few days" he smiled at her trying to reassure her, and himself, "but, we should depart from here before nightfall."

Sakura was about to argue with him, but decided agents it, he knew something he was not telling her.

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Kakashi's kunai was in his hand before the owl even finished hooting. Sakura did not bother looking at him with confusion as this was the third time he had done it sense they left town. Another hoot and the copy Nin had fully slid into a fighting stains before the sound faded.

"Kakashi! Its just an owl, not the boggy man!" Sakura growled.

He scratched the back of his head with a sheepish smile on his masked face but froze when he heard the snapping of undergrowth.

"Somebody call for a boggy man?" a voice slurred from behind Sakura.

She did not have time to react before she felt her arms being pined behind her; boney fingers around her wrists and the ground rushing up to meet her. Sakura tried to look over her shoulder to get a look at her assailant but his body was covers by a large hooded clock, but if his hands where anything like the rest of his body. She shuddered lightly, his hands where ice cold and she could feel every bone in them.

"Sakura!" Kakashi went to attack but soon found himself pined down as well.

He did not know who these men where, but they where fast, silent and unnaturally strong. But the one thing that worried Kakashi the most about them was that they where not using chakra. They where not ninjas. Kakashi left arm was pined to his back, his right was held off to his side where he could not stab his assailant with the kunai.

"That seemed too easy." a third man stepped out from the shadows, his voice was ruff and raw.

He walked over to Sakura crouching beside her he went to run his fingers through her hair.

"KEEP YOU'RE HANDS OFF HER!" Kakashi roared, thrashing about trying to get out of his attackers grasp.

The man got up and walked over to Kakashi, where, he swiftly kicked him on the head knocking off his headband. Kakashi's red Sharingan eye glared at him as he walked back to Sakura not saying a word.

That's when it happened, something snapped, a key deep inside him turned and unlocked the door to a hell these men had called onto themselves. Kakashi felt it, Rage, it seeped into every part of his body and began to change him. His nails slid out turning into long dark claws, he felt his bones and tendons snapping and reforming as his body grew in mass.

Kakashi could taste his own blood as his teeth turned into fangs cutting his gums and lips slightly but this of seemed to fuel him as his clothe tore leaving behind thick fur, his masked destroyed by his now snarling mew.

"What the-"

He was cut off by Kakashi's jaws locked around his neck, all words he tried to make where replaced with the gurgle of blood as fangs punched into his windpipe. His struggles ended with a thick wet snapping sound as Kakashi brought his head back and ripped out his vocal cords. Swiftly followed by racking his clawed hand across the mans chest cutting through bone and slashing his heart.

"Shit! He's full blooded!" the man holding Sakura down cried out.

Unfortunly his cries drew Kakashi's attention to him, gold and ruby eyes locked onto him.

"GET AWAY FROM SAKURA!" the werewolf howled as it leaped at him.

Kakashi's claws dug deep into the man shoulder as he pulled him off Sakura, his over hand grabbed the man's hip as he lifted him overhead and started to pull. Kakashi could feel the fresh blood trickle down his fur covered arms even though they where already matted with blood.

A scream split the air as the flesh gave way and the man was ripped in two, blood sprayed high into the night sky splashing both Kakashi and Sakura. Kakashi threw the legs away like it was nothing more then a broken rag doll, the top half remained twitching till Kakashi clamped his jaws around the head and crushed the skull with one powerful bite.

The final man knew better to hang around he turned to run but it was already far, far to late. He felt the blow to the back but when he looked down he knew Kakashi had done far worse then claw his back, looked down he could see the werewolf's hand and wrist, he had been impaled on the wolf's arm.

Sakura watched as the six-foot wolf best that is Kakashi pull his arm free of the corpse, the memory of when Sasuke was on a rampage when the curse mark took over in the forest of death flashed across her mind. Instantly she found herself wrapping her arms around his waste and pressed her face into his back.

"Stop Kakashi! Please stop it!" she sobbed into his back.

"Sakura.." her name came out like a whimper.

He could smell the salt in her tears over the stench of blood and bile around them, he had frightened her, which was the last thing he wanted to do. They where ok. She was ok, he felt a small sense of relief wash over him as his body started to shift back into his human form; he collapsed to his knees with Sakura still holding onto him.

He turned to face her wrapping his arms around her to pull her into an embrace witch she returned, burying her face into the crook of his neck.

"I swear Sakura-chan, you have nothing to fear from me, I would never hurt you." he wisped into her ear.

Hearing some movement he snapped his attention to wards it with a wolf-like growl, standing there was a man, no older then Sakura, with short dark hair wearing a white - all be it dirty - shirt and dark grey pants.

"Shit! I got here to late," he sighed to himself, Kakashi snarled again, holding a shaking Sakura closer to him, the man waved his hands in front of him, "hold it there! My name is Caller-of-rats and I'm a friend!"