Fairytale
By: RoseWaters
Chapter 2: Coming Undone
Air tainted in heavy amounts of soot and dust, the particles of left over buildings and burnt belongings saturating the air in a hazy mist. Small amounts of the early morning sun filtering in through the gaps of clean air hanging in the sky.
She could feel the small smile across her face as her finger nails swirled around cool glass. Her green painted nails tracing the web like cracks left in the thick glass.
Her eyes watched the artificial night that they had created. She briefly did the math. Just how many days was Konoha going to be trapped in darkness, created by its own destruction?
She slowly let out a breath as she moved away from the window; her steps purposely heavier than normal. Her eyes watched the flames of the fire in the center of the office. She slowly sat down in the leather chair. Her fingers drawing imaginary patterns on a stack of paper work.
How many hours did she spend last night collecting every file? She slowly picked up the stack, her eyes glancing over every perfectly written line. She took a deep breath. With a flick of the wrist she watched as papers danced in the air before being caught and pulled down into the flames.
She smiled slowly, greens eyes watching the flickering of light from the flames. Her eyes found the clock.
7:57 AM
Without any natural sunlight it was difficult to keep track of the time. She did a quick calculation, her mind adding up the hours.
47 hours, the last time she slept was 47 hours ago.
She let out a heavy breath as her eyes fell on the door knob across from her leather seat. Her cheek fell into the palm of her hand. She was well aware of the presence on the other side of the door. It had been there over the entire night; which meant neither of them had slept the entire night.
She slowly closed her eyes. Her mind drifting, a phrase she heard from Kakashi year's earlier seep through her mind.
"Insanity and insomnia go hand in hand Sakura."
It was then that the door swung open, the force of the movement throwing it off its hinges and clattering to the ground. In a second the room was littered with shadow clones. She quickly stood up, the leather chair thrown to the ground in some haphazard movement.
She quickly caught a fist in her hand, her other hand grabbing his elbow. In one quick jerk she sent his body flying into four other clones. Her finger tips were aglow as her monstrous strength began to break bones with nothing more than a graze of a finger tip. Smoke began to filter through the air as shadow clones where brought down.
It was one fluid motion, how he grabbed her wrist, using his body size to smash her back onto the desk. He quickly grabbed both hands and pulled them above her head. Twirling his kunai through his fingers, the silver metal flashing with the light of the flame. He took a deep breath as he plunged the kunai into the palms of her hands pinning her down to the desk.
He quickly pulled out the short blade from his sleeve. The cool metal gleaming in the light as it hung above his head.
His whole body went stiff as his eyes meet the green of hers. Wide green eyes completely focused on his face, an expression between fear and betrayal crossing her pretty features. He could feel his hand shake as his body stood bend over her pinned down form.
He hadn't expected it. He hadn't expected her to look so similar after so many years. To have such wide innocent eyes staring back at him. He could feel the shaking of his hands. He grabbed on tighter his mind convincing his conscious that he had to do it for the village.
But what about Naruto? Naruto would never forgive him.
He shook his head, attempting to shake off pointless thoughts.
He felt the breath against his ear, the sweet smell of lilies cross his nose. Then the warmth of her breasts against his back.
"You really like it rough huh? The S&M type?"
He felt the searing pain next, and in a state of panic his hand went for the blade that was embedded into his abdomen. His hand grabbed at the blade only to feel her soft skin still gripping the hilt. When? When the hell did she grab the blade from him? What the fuck just happened?
"You're too soft. You stop dead in your tracks from one look."
Her hand pushed the blade in further.
"It was such a low class genjutus. Did you even notice that the paint is bright orange? You use this office nearly every day and you didn't notice the white walls were now orange?"
He nearly coughed on his own blood as he swallowed it down. His mind wondering how she knew that he used this office so frequently.
"Please stop, Sakura-san."
He felt her body press against his a little closer. One of her hands still tightly wrapped around the hilt of the blade as the other snaked around his waist.
"Shadow Clones. You and Naruto were always so good at them. You're so much like him, you know that. You both are so terrible at genjutus."
He could feel his limbs becoming heavier.
"Why, why destroy Konoha?"
"Because Naruto wants too, and I want Naruto."
He fell to his knees and she followed, her body slumping over with his. His finger becoming slick with blood, and for a fleeting moment it felt like she was hugging him softly.
"Lying bitch. He'd never…he wanted to become hokage!"
Her voice was low; patronizing in tone.
"Didn't he just take that position?"
He coughed and watched as his blood splattered across her shirt and the wooden floors beneath her.
"What the hell did you do to him! He'd never turn his back on the village. No, not unless it was for you! He'd do anything for you! What did you do to him?"
He could hear her laughter echo off of every surface and suffocate him, her body wrapping closer around his as his body became heavier, his vision blurring.
"I guess you knew him to well to trick you, your right though. He hates what he's doing right now, but I fix that easily. A few touches here and there. Some pretty words like "I love you Naruto" or "I knew I could count on you to protect me Naruto," and that's essentially it. He fucks me and everyone's happy; everyone gets what they want. Well, except you."
He could feel his body seeping with pain.
"Bitch! You fucking heartless bitch! What do you get out of it?"
He felt her fingers leave the hilt of the blade as they moved up his body and wrapped around his chin as she forced him to look at her.
"Well, it's not so much as what I get out of the village as what I get out of Sasuke. He wants the village burned to the ground and I want him. So I'm letting Naruto fuck me, so I can fuck Sasuke."
His eyes locked with hers as a cold chill ran down his spine.
"See, everyone's happy."
He could feel his vision fading as his blood painted the oak wood a cherry red.
"I swear I'll kill you! I'll kill you and spit on your fucking grave! I'll fucking kill you!"
He could barely hear her voice as he began to lose consciousness.
"-y Konohamaru."
She couldn't help but let her eyes linger on Konohamaru's body as she sat beside his new larger form.
Her head quickly shifted to the right, and she swiftly moved through the room to the door that now lay discarded on the ground. Her eyes meet his and she watched as his blue eyes looked over the scene. Her hand grabbed his larger hand, her fingers lacing with his. He looked down to meet her gaze. For a moment she watched the doubt seep across his features.
Her other hand moved to his face, her palm engulfing his right cheek.
"Don't worry I took care of it, Naruto. You don't have to worry about it."
His palm fell on top of the one that was pressed against his cheek. His eyes closed slowly as his head titled into her light hold over him.
"That's why I'm worried, Sakura-chan."
He suddenly pulled away from her as he moved out of the room and down the hall.
"I got word, apparently Kakashi has already made it to the Sand and is requesting help. The others he sent out have already made it to their destinations."
She watched as he slowed his pace down as they made their way through the winding corridor, as not to force her to keep his naturally faster pace.
"Naruto, if Kakashi is looking for the Sands help it means he's already planned out his attack."
His voice was slightly distant, "Yeah. I know."
"I want to do it Naruto. When the time comes, I want to face Kakashi alone."
His eyes turned to her, deep blue eyes that screamed out his every thought.
"I can't ask you to do that."
She let her hand rest on his upper arm.
"Please, I won't ask you for anything but this. I have to do it."
She watched his eyes scan her face. She could feel it, his uncertainty, his pain, and his annoyance.
"You know I can never tell you no."
She watched him and he watched her.
"Let's make today really count Naruto."
Her body went ridged as her eyes looked down the hall.
His hand suddenly reached for hers. His fingers intertwining with hers as his face turned to her, a dark smile across his face.
"What is it, you're not telling me something?"
She turned back to look at him green eyes suddenly dark as she tore his attention from down the hall to her.
"I don't tell you a lot of things Naruto. Sasuke is down the hall, he doesn't want to interrupt us. I think he wants to make sure everything is in order."
His eyes looked down the hall as Sasuke approached them.
He pulled her body against his chest as he bent down to let his lips brush her ear. His voice soft, "Yeah, let's really make today count."
…..
His eyes lingered out of the shattered glass window, dark eyes taking in nothing but ash ridden skies and destruction.
He could hear the discussion behind him and he knew his mind should only be engulfed in what was being discussed right behind him. But he was lost in a sea of his own thoughts.
His mind was drawn back into the room when he felt her grip on his shoulder. Her long nails digging into his skin. She was pulling his mind out of it ravine.
"Do you agree Shikamaru."
He knew that Neji really didn't care for his opinion; the older male simply needed Shikamaru's nod of agreement to win over the small group of rebels. He almost smiled at the thought of it. The prestigious head of the Huugana clan unable to win the minds of lower ranking shinobi for a counter attack.
"Hmm, seems troublesome but it will do."
His eyes traveled back out of the window. Like hell anything that they came up with would do. Three fucking people came in and fought off over 60% of their entire forces and Neji expected some rag-tag- fucking team of misfits was going to take over the job now? Shit most of the were only chuunin.
He'd have no part of this little rebellion and Neji already knew it. What was the point of him dying?
"Shika-kun."
His eyes locked with hers; that cool icy blue that stopped his mind in the blink of an eye.
"What is it Ino?"
She leaned into him and he grinned as his hand rested on her lower back.
"It doesn't feel right."
He went blank for a moment, his hand suddenly retracting from her body. If even Ino noticed something then why, why couldn't anyone else feel what they did?
Her body pressed into his as her lips rested on his ear.
"Were missing something."
He stood up quickly, and her body followed his. He could feel Neji's cool eyes lingering on his back.
"Where are you going Shikamaru?"
He grinned from ear to ear as he pressed Ino into his chest with one arm.
"Making sure I have one hell of a good day. Since I might never have another."
He quickly left the half destroyed room with the sound of whistling and cheers behind him from the other men in the room.
Ino stumbled as she tried to match his stride.
"Where are we really going Shika?"
His fingers laced with hers as his gaze remained forward.
"The hospital."
He could hear the way the leather of his gloves squeaked as he clenched his fingers together, the better of his nerves gripping him.
…
He only felt her presence after she had sat next to him. Her long legs stretching out as she sat on the ground. His eyes found hers as a breeze slipped through them. Short pink bangs scattering across her forehead as her long ponytail floated behind her. Her green eyes focused on the torn and weathered gloves in his hand.
"You can't forget?"
He was slightly surprised at how childish her question was.
"You know the answer to that Sakura."
Her green eyes narrowed as she glared at the large stone before them; names written with careful precision.
"No, I don't."
He was annoyed by her appearance, and the seemingly naive questions she was asking. At 18 she was a very sharp witted and tongued woman. She wasn't one to have such half heart conversations.
"I can't forget them."
She stood up, her thin body shapely, lethal in every aspect.
"Then can you replace them?"
He was fully agitated, her words belittled their memory.
"There not toys Sakura."
He watched her smile, her eyes swimming with sorrow.
"They're not gloves either."
He watched her walk away and smiled softly. How in the hell did she know it was a gift from his old team?
….
He took a slow steady breath as he pushed the memory back. He heard the door open behind him. He stood and bowed politely to the red haired man.
"Kazekage-sama."
He watched as Gaara took heavy steps over to his desk and sat down. He gave a small gesture for Kakashi to sit as well.
"Kazekage, I have information in regards-"
He was cut off as Gaara pulled out a piece of paper from his desk. Bright green eyes looking over the font in a halfhearted manor; he was 27 and disenfranchised and it was apparent in every motion he made.
"I already know the situation in Konoha. I don't need you to explain it to me. Just ask what you came here to ask. I'm busy."
Kakashi leaned across the table his face covered in dirt and cuts, his silver hair in disarray, yet his eyes focused and sharp.
"We need the Sand's help to stop the takeover of Konoha."
He watched as Gaara leaned back in his leather chair, a malicious grin slipping over his features.
"To help stop the takeover? I believe you have already been taken over. Such a mighty nation taken over by just three people and no less your nations own rejects. The ones you so willingly threw away. Oh, how Konoha has fallen."
He took a sharp breath.
"They're not what you remember, there's nothing left of them then the monsters they've become."
He watched as Gaara's grin fell from his face, his body sitting straight up in his chair.
"I hope they burn that village to the ground. I hope to god Naruto and Sakura-san leave nothing of your fucking village."
His voice grew quiet, sharp. A large contrast from his usual laid back persona. Kakashi was utterly cold.
"You have a debt to Konoha, Kazekage."
Garra remained calm, "No, I had a debt to Sakura-san for my brother, I had a debt to Naruto for my life. I had a debt to both of them for so many things, but I don't owe your village shit, and I won't waste my men's life. "
"If you do not help Konoha remove them, then when power is regained and I am named Hokage I will not offer a treaty to the Sand. Is Konoha an enemy you can afford to have?"
The room was quiet and Kakashi's eyes remained locked on the Kazekag's.
"I have no business in this matter; it is Konoha's own internal affairs. No one listened to my request of having the execution orders dropped. Like I said Kakashi, I hope they burn your village to the ground like the trash that it treated them as."
He stood up, metal equipment chiming as it clattered together. His heavy footsteps echoing as he walked to the door, his fingers gripping the knob.
"Kakashi-san."
He stopped his eyes on the door frame.
"Could you please tell both Naruto and Sakura-san something for me?"
He waited for Gaara's response.
"Tell them I said, 'sorry I couldn't do more'."
He swiftly left the small room, the door slamming against his better judgment, his eyes lingering on his leather gloves and the stitching below the Velcro strap at his wrist.
…..
His eyes scanned the small white box, hesitation written across his features.
"Oi, what is it?"
Naruto announced loudly for his team, "A birthday present, for old man Kakashi!"
Sasuke's sardonic tone responded for his former teacher.
"No shit dumbass. That's not really what he was asking."
"Fuck you, you dirty fucking bastard."
He smiled to himself as he opened the box. His eyes scanning the present as his two male students verbally abused one another. He felt her sit next to him, her fingers pulling the object from the box and grabbing his left hand in the same moment. He allowed her to place the glove on his hand her fingers tightening the Velcro as she spoke.
"It's not a replacement, since we both know you can't replace something like that. It's simply an addition, nothing more than an add on."
She allowed her fingers to hold his hand the palm facing up towards him.
"See, an addition this time."
She smiled and he noticed the stitching.
"To Kakashi from: Rin-Obito-Naruto-Sasuke-Sakura"
….
He felt his fists clench tighter. It wasn't right; it wasn't supposed to be like this. After all the work they did, after how much they gave the village! They were supposed to be hero's! Not fucking monsters.
Naruto was supposed to be Hokage, Sasuke was supposed to revive his clan and the Konoha police, and Sakura, she could have run the hospital or taken her own squad. She should have got the wedding to Naruto that she wanted. She should have become a mother. She would make a great mother.
He pushed the thoughts away. He needed to meet up with the others soon. He swallowed his feelings as he left the Sand. He'd be the one to kill them, because no one else should shoulder that burden but him. He owed them at least that. He'd end it. Then cover it up, their names didn't need this.
He stopped, his feet skidding against the dirt as his eyes meet with the small group. His body stiffened as his eyes landed on Guy. He watched as the man's head fell to the ground as his gaze lowed. He watched in silent shock as his head shifted left and right.
His head quickly shifted to the left as he lock eyes with Lee, the same gesture. He swiftly turned to Kiba who's eyes also fell to the ground. He could feel the panic settling in as his eyes searched the faces of the five men around him.
It wasn't possible. It just wasn't fucking possible. He remained still as the meaning sunk in. His eyes quickly lock with Kiba's as he spoke for the group.
"They told us all the same thing,'Tell Naruto and his friends, sorry I couldn't do more.'"
It was with those words that Kakashi realized how alone he was.
…
"Hey grandma can you tell me the story about the Konoha take over?"
"Once upon a time friends turned enemies as leaves burned like lanterns under a sky of dust …"