Forever Love

November 2008

Kakashi laid himself next to his wife and held her in his arms as she fought her inner demons and struggled inside of her own mind to remember her own life. His sharingan had placed her in a world of darkness and her own sorrows.

He had pulled out his favorite shuriken blanket and had wrapped that around Shourai, so now he and Arune were covered in a soft paisley patterned down comforter that she had bought from her house when she moved here.

Shifting a hand over Arune's forehead, he wiped the sweat that was forming there. Some of her worst memories were caused by him, in their childhood. She hadn't lived a heavily dangerous life even though she was a talented shinobi. Her live away from Konoha had been privileged but once she entered back into Kakashi's life, she had perished from her own glum when Kakashi became her life.

Kakashi sighed, maybe coming back into her life was the worst thing he could have done for her. Maybe she was happier not knowing that he was alive.

That thought was quickly pushed away because Kakashi realized that Arune had no life until he was there. She was born because of him, because of that prophecy and because their union meant the security of their families. And if Kakashi hadn't met Arune then their sleeping boy in the room three doors down wouldn't exist.

No, it wouldn't be of Arune's best interest if she had never met Kakashi. It would be of Arune's best interest if she had never met Yasuo.

xXx


Karin watched in amusement as Yasuo cowered under the security of his arms all the while screaming her name. She had always enjoyed it when she made her enemies scream.

The poison was working and she was well on her way to finishing her mission and saving her teammate and going back to her lousy good for nothing boyfriend.

Through Yasuo's eyes, Karin was swinging the white katana in front of her and slashing all the leaves that came in her way. She stopped in front of him and slashed the katana near Yasuo's right arm. Getting out of shock, Yasuo balanced his body to the left and missed the katana by mere centimeters.

Karin smirked a bit and then jumped into the air bringing the katana in front of her and smashing it on top of Yasuo's head.

Outside of Yasuo's mind, Karin's eyes widened, the poison was supposed to only harm his mind not cause direct physical damage. But when blood trickled down Yasuo's scalp, Karin pulled out her antidote. Maybe the dosage was bit too much for his mind to handle. She would have to deplete chakra from around his organs then administer the poison. Sending a scroll with her notes to Sakura, Karin set up camp and lay Yasuo in the makeshift bed as she nursed his scalp.

It wouldn't be easy to explain to him how he got the injury especially since he was screaming her name in agony.

But Karin was a smart girl, she'd make something up.

xXx

Hinata shuffled her little daughter in her arms as she waited for her husband to finish the paperwork and come back to the living quarters in the Hokage building. She smiled sweetly at her baby who was cooing at her father so he could hurry up.

Naruto looked up and smiled as his beautiful baby seemed to ask him to drop everything and pay attention to her. She seemed to have that affect on everyone, especially Shourai. The two of them seemed inseparable when they started playing. The five year difference was eliminated the moment Shourai held the Suki.

Naruto looked over his paper work once more and headed over to his wife and daughter. The walk to the living quarters was short and peaceful as he had taken his little girl into his arms allowing her to sleep without any troubles. Once he and Hinata reached their bed after washing off the day's work, Naruto wrapped his arm around his wife and wished like every night that his sister could finally have the love she deserved from Kakashi.

xXx

Everywhere I see there is darkness. Only one spot of light seems to direct me towards where my mind wants to take me.

I know here in my mind I am safe. But is my safety the only thing that is important? How about my son? Where is he?

Here in my mind, I seek the truth. My son, who I had believed was the child of Yasuo, is in reality the child of this Kakashi.

But if Kakashi is the father of my child, then how come I don't remember him? Why is there no memory of this man who I feel some strong connection to?

I follow the small light and try to fight the depressing aura that seems to be building.

Every step closer to the end of the tunnel seems to bring questions out into the open.

Am I happy being oblivious to the truth?

No.

Am I satisfied with Yasuo?

No.

Do I want to risk the 'stability' that I have in my memory-less life?

Yes.

Because even though there is stability in my life, my soul is empty.

I take another step towards the light and my memories seem to be unlocking.

xXx….xXx….xXx

I find myself in my father's garden, a place I have visited very frequently in my mind. But this time the scene revolves around a shy quiet boy sitting under the ginseng tree studying a scroll.

Bold black eyes peer at me under a curtain of silver hair. He sneers at me when I walk closer.

Emotions rush at me while he leaves.

Stay. I'll leave. I didn't mean to disturb you.

At least that's what I want to say to him; instead I say cruel words to him and feel my own heart crack.

I was three.

xXx….xXx….xXx

Another memory hits me quickly.

I'm wearing my thick shirt while training with my katana instructor. I've hit every move to perfection that is until he comes in. Smirking I decide to up the moves to another level.

But this time my opponent is the boy with the silver hair. I move quickly but he's faster, as always. He always seems to win, and then I yell at him for cheating, even though he never does. He's just better.

This time, though, I cheat. I swing high near his neck. I didn't want to actually hit him. But he didn't know that. I was just trying to scare him back.

It doesn't work.

I lose my grip on my katana in the middle of the swing.

Once again I relive the fear and sorrow of my younger days when the katana creates a scar along his jaw. His perfect jaw that is now marred with my imperfection.

The next time I remember seeing him is with a mask on. Something he did out of shame of knowing me and because he doesn't want me to be associated with him.

xXx….xXx….xXx

A few more steps forward and another memory came forward.

It's winter and I'm attending my god-father's funeral. Once again I feel the pain and sorrow of the memory hit me again. Next to me is my father bending over his best friend's grave. I place the lavender flowers on his grave and walk over to the boy from the previous memory that had grown slightly.

I give him a quick hug and don't say anything. He doesn't seem to like me, but I feel my heart quench when he looks at his teammate, Rin, I believe, with patience as she consoles him.

He ignores me while I feel my lips quiver and tears fall through my lashes.

That's the first time I cried that day.

xXx….xXx….xXx

I don't see him again in my memory until I've shed the child weight and literally forced him to see again.

My father had told me that this was necessary. I didn't really want him to see me again. All through our childhood, I had caused him pain.

But when I heard that my god-father's son was coming with him, I could bear the pain.

I didn't tell him about the prophecy.

My head hurts. What is this prophecy? I didn't have this memory before. I didn't remember meeting Naruto before.

He just existed in my life.

But now he had a reason, an event that involved his life with mine.

And as I swirled around the spiral staircase in my light dress, I could feel my heart jump out of my chest.

There he stood; appraising me with his eyes. I knew that the years of practice that I had to train to become a shinobi had refined my body. Soft curves replaced the fat that used to be there.

But he didn't recognize me. So when I introduced myself again, he snapped.

xXx….xXx….xXx

The memories all rushed back to me and I gasped.

The prophecy, Kakashi, my love for him, the mission, and most importantly my relationship with him.

My head hurt so much but this time I knew the reason.

xXx….xXx….xXx

In another memory, I slept with my baby in my arms in the maternity ward of Konoha's hospital.

Yasuo stood in front of my bed and swiped my eyes with his hands all the while trapping my memories.

xXx….xXx….xXx

xXx

Kakashi woke in a startle when he felt Arune stir in her dreams.

She gasped loudly and said his name causing him to panic. But she was in her memories and there was nothing there that could harm her.

But she started squirming more and more as the sun started coming out. Until suddenly she screamed his name along with the words that would restore his position back in her life.s

She opened her amber eyes, taking only a moment to register where she was.

In one instant she turned her entire body and plastered herself to Kakashi and placed open mouthed kisses on his mask-less face.

"Kakashi," she said in between kisses, "I thought, no we all thought, that you were gone. I thought that the prophecy was fulfilled with the birth of our baby boy. Oh. Oh my God."

She paused all of her ministrations when suddenly she noticed something.

Was her son's death the reason Kakashi came back? Was their child's death a void to the prophecy?

With her heart clenched and her body in the arms of Kakashi, Arune started rambling about their son.

But when she spoke of her fears and the death of their baby, Kakashi silenced her with a long awaited kiss.

"Shh, our baby is alive. He's here with me in our house. Ruin, we have much to tell you. But right now he's sleeping. It's barely sunrise yet and I have five years to make up to you," whispered Kakashi as he took his estranged wife back into his arms coaxing her physically.

Trailing little kisses down her face, Kakashi reached the neckline of her dress. He wasn't sure how either of them had lasted five years without each other.

The physical need was too much, the need to replace every kiss and touch Yasuo had given her was too much, and that was exactly what Kakashi intended to do.

Stripping off the fabric that concealed his wife from him, Kakashi continued to reclaim his wife's body. Every inch of her yearned for him, and he knew that she had never been pleasured by anyone other than him.

But once his kisses led him to Arune's breasts, Kakashi could feel her shudder.

Then all at once she turned away from him, heading her face in the pillow as she cried.

"Ruin, what happened? Shh, baby I won't hurt you. Look at me, please tell me what happened. Did I hurt you? Do you not want me?" Kakashi tried to pry Arune away from the pillow she so desperately clung to. With each passing second he felt his heart break as his wife was determined not to be touched by him.

Did she find his touch repulsive? 'Oh God please don't let that be,' wished Kakashi.

Arune gasped when she heard Kakashi voice his opinion about her not wanting him.

But she did want him, really badly. But the truth was, she was afraid he would find her repulsive. After all she had disowned her wedding bed and been touched by someone other than him.

She didn't even know how she would look herself in the mirror, let alone how Kakashi would stand touching her once he knew all the ways Yasuo had touched her.

So instead of facing her fears, she turned a blind eye to them and cried herself to sleep.

Leaving a heartbroken Kakashi on the other side.

xXx

Yasuo came to right when Karin had finished changing the bloody bandages from his head and body. His thoughts had inflicted pain to him and Karin wasn't sure if the medicine was supposed to do this.

But she really didn't mind. After all this was the man that had imprisoned her boyfriend, best friend and nearly killed her teammates father-figure.

And she really didn't feel like healing Yasuo's damages by allowing him to seep in her chakra. She would let him deal with it on his own.

Once he was awake he questioned her.

Karin replied quickly and told him that he was trapped in a genjutsu by enemy ninjas who wanted to protect the land they were travelling on.

Apparently she had also seen him striking her until she realized that Yasuo didn't carry a large sword.

The damn sucker seemed to believe that.

Karin smiled as she slipped a less dangerous potion into his tea and let him slip out of consciousness.

Authors Note: Guys I just noticed something. I was trying to make Shourai and Suki together in a 'destined' way. But the way I want them was planned a long time ago. But over the weekend I just read "Breaking Dawn" by Stephanie Meyer and it seems to me that Shourai and Suki's love is a little more like the imprinting that occurs in that novel.

Hope you guys don't mind the lateness of this and all of my stories.

I haven't had a full 8 hours of sleep in about five days..It's kind of messing with my head.

I have finals this week. actually I've had this chapter done around last month (hence its the november chapter...)sorry but I hadn't had time to upload it.

Will try to get the next chapter out by Christmas...reviews please about what direction you want the story to go in..

personally i think i need help in getting Yasuo to confess..what seems like a good punishment? any one..

Oh and I'm going to ask you all to leave a review please. I have so many alerts and favs but compared to that amount i have like NO reviews :(

please it'll make me happy and get me through my finals.