Had a beautiful, descriptive version of this chapter written, pressed save and it went back to nothing, very pissed.

Disclaimers and Warnings still in effect.

She could be killed for this. She would kill for this. Since she was but a kid she had wanted nothing more than this.

The dew brushing her feet sent her into some sort of revered nostalgia for back when she had first started training with her Kakashi-sensei and Team Seven. She wondered if it electrified that last bit of human that was stilled within Him and that's why He asked, ordered, her to meet Him there.

It wasn't quite morning at three am but it wasn't quite night anymore. The village had turned humid and shadowed by rolling clouds of black thunder of one of the few thunderstorms Fire Country would recieve during the summer months. Sakura found it much better to chance the secret meeting with the weather on her side, dashing and darting from shadow to crevice.

Sakura had spent the day at the hospital, checking on Naruto and Kakashi. She had bound from Genma after hearing her secret lover's whispered words and bound to a small place where her little piece of final sanity laid, the hospital, where work and distrations were in abundance. Going through the doors she smiled politely at the receptionist and made her way up the floors through the elevator. Walking through the hallway she stopped at Hatake Kakashi's door first and skimmed lightly through the chart hanging outside. Opening the door and stepping through she felt somewhat reprieved that he was holding his constant orange companion in his left arm that was hanging out of the ceiling cast it was currently resting in.

As she shut the door behind her with a whoosh he raised his visible eyebrow with a small, "Yo," his fingers, surprisingly the three not broken were the ones needed to make his signature greeting sign, in his right arm full cast went up. His left arm hung from the cast that was hooked to the ceiling for elevation and Icha Icha dangled from between the fingers. His mask was gone but it was only replaced with binding wrap only to continue up his face on the left side up around his head.

"How are you feeling today, Kakashi-sensei," Sakura asked forcing back the grief she felt when she saw him and opting instead for a placating smile. She walked over to his medical bed and sat down by his left side. She slowly and tenderly rested her arm onto his cast and encouraged him to answer her truthfully while she placed her stethoscope in either ear and onto his chest.

"How are you feeling, Sa-ku-ra," He replied, his right eye gleaming at her lazily but harshly, in that expression only Kakashi could manage with half his face covered.

Sakura's smile tightened and she fought herself to not cringe back. She told herself he was simply deflecting the question with no alterior intention. "I'm not the one in a hospital bed. I know you must be itching to get out of here." She removed the stethescope and looked straight into his eyes.

Kakashi merely stared at her for another minute. "Sakura, we need to talk."

Sakura's smile started to wane as her eyes hardened. She shook the look off of her face and pushed herself up off the bed. She walked over to the IV currently attached to the Copy Nin, measuring his intake of morphine.

"About what?" she calmly asked.

Kakashi rolled his lazy eye to her, "You know about what," he replied.

Looking her up and down Kakashi could see the change in her, the damage she was slowly self inflicting. It was even more apparent if he were to simply look at her chakra flows. How she had slipped so far off the straight path without anyone catching her...it shamed him deeply. She was his former student, attached to Naruto and himself as if they were a pair of gloves. Granted he found his release in his readings of Icha Icha and she should be able to find hers, but her release could not and would not be approved by anyone

Suddenly Sakura's green eyes were filled with fury, "Whatever that is it's my business. As you never seemed to find the time for me while I was your student to pay attention," and at these words she started directing more of the soothing drug into Kakashi while continuing,"I find it extremely offensive that you have the audacity to try to now. We are friends, you were my mentor, and we are equals, but you will not be the one to condemn me for this-any imaginary offense," she ended in a whisper. Sakura assumed Kakashi heard none of her last words as he fell into a state of numbing happiness.

"See you tomorrow, Kakashi," Sakura turned with a bright smile his way, then exited the room.

Kakashi let Sakura think the drug affected him. He was elite shinobi, and though nothing compared to the konoichi and her knowldege of drugs and immunities, could counteract a simple hospital drug.

He sighed outwardly. The Copy Nin was hardly ever disappointed in himself and never embarassed genuinely, but he couldn't help but berate himself for not catching the changes in Sakura after a few ANBU missions. He used to be her teacher, his job was to watch her and her progression. She may have learned to be a great actress through her ninja training but Kakashi had known her as a child so he should definitely be able to distinguish between the real her and the great pretender.

As soon as he was able to get out of this bed he would force her back to the correct Sakura, the Sakura she used to be, needed to be, the one he deemed correct for her to be.

Sakura pressed herself harshly against Kakashi's room door with her right hand clamped against her mouth to keep her from hyperventilating. How had he noticed her, how had she slipped for the Copy Nin to notice how she was changing while he was in a state of great pain. She would deal with this on another day. Dropping her hand Sakura turned promptly in the opposite direction of the hallway that would take her outside, she could not deal with Naruto today and his ever cheerful personality. She would visit again tomorrow.

Reaching her house Sakura's stomach grumbled loudly in protest that it had nothing to fill it up. Sakura took a container of leftover pasta from her fridge and put it into the microwave. Thinking about the earlier morning she had Sakura walked into her room and dropped the clothes that were currently confining her body. She walked over to her dresser containing her shinobi uniforms and gear and pulled out an ANBU complete set. She tied her hair back smartly and proceeded to walk out of the room when the open door to the bedroom caught her eye. Sakura's knees went weak and she gave in to temptation.

Bending down to get her bag of stolen hospital pills Sakura reaffirmed herself in her descision to do this and grabbed four of them.

'These drugs are made for the reason I'm taking them. I'm not addicted, it's a coping mechanism, that's all. As long as I remember that it's fine,' she told herself as she turned and walked back to the kitchen decisevly while thinking of her brief lover's meeting this morning.

Taking a glass out of the cupboard she set it on the small table and the proceeded to pour some pink lemonade from her fridge. She thought about how he had gotten that close to her, inside the gates, inside Konoha! It was a miracle he wasn't caught, although perhaps not as his skills were almost to matching those of Kakashi's, not surpassing no matter what he wanted to think.

'Kakashi, that damn man, where has he been for me lately, when I joined ANBU, when I was doing missions,' she thought bitterly taking another pill. Stewing in her emotions Sakura only realized she was out of pills when she reached down for another only to find the table clean. Next to her a faint beeping sound started to register in Sakura's ears.

Pressing the end button she shook her head in disbelief at herself. She walked into her plain living room and sat herself against one edge of the couch so that she could watch time and the weather go by.

Sakura watched tv, did her laundry, washed dishes, cleaned her fridge, and tried to keep busy for the day.

After hours and hours of waiting and wasting time she decided it was time to appear at her rendezvous.

It was well into the beginning morning and the far off looming clouds had inched their way to exactly above Konoha and all close surroundings, such as the forest she was going to be in shortly.

Passing the walls of the city Sakura's feet took to an autopilot drive as they made their way to the deep clearing Team Seven had trained in when learning how to track or achieve something, such as the bells lessons.

So engrossed was Sakura in her memories, the hair on her neck barely had half a second to register the figure standing directly behind her before it grasped her tightly and pulled her backwards.

"What pathetic 'skills" you have to not notice a presence as immense as mine looming," he rasped out to her. His hands that were gripping her arms tightly spun her around sharply causing her to gasp. He leaned in closer to her.

"Will you ever be a worthwhile anything, to anyone, but me?" he murmured quietly into her lips before assault them with his own.

He took little time before he bit down on her lower lip, making her mouth become open for a scream that never came. Sakura felt him invade all of her, every crevice, all of her teeth, his tongue moving forcefully against her own aggresively and dominantly. Her hands automatically moved inbetween them and up to clutch at the cloak at his neck to balance herself against his assault. His fingers nails were digging into her skin with the posessiveness coursing through his arm and hand, and fingers ripping harshly at her hair, releasing it from her ponytail to be entwined and used to control the tilt of her head for better access. Finally, when she could take no more she turned her head sharply to the right and gasped in large sums of oxygen from her depleted body.

Sakura looked back up at him, into his cold black eyes that were flamed with lust and something she assumed was disgust, either at herself or at himself. She breathed out.

"Sasuke."