The night air was cold against Kakashi's face as he moved through the village, grappling with his emotions. His mind was a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts, and he found himself unable to process the weight of Sakura's revelation. The fact that she had been pregnant, that they had lost a child together—it was a reality he wasn't prepared to face.
He was prepared to hear that she is losing interest on him or their relationship. That she is tired of playing as his housewife, even though they are still not married. But this? How can someone prepare for it?
As Kakashi landed on the rooftop of a nearby building, he took a moment to collect his thoughts. The stars above seemed to mock him with their distant brilliance, a stark contrast to the darkness that had settled within him. He felt a profound sense of guilt and helplessness, knowing that Sakura had gone through such a traumatic experience alone.
The words echoed in his mind, 'I lost the baby, Kakashi.' He couldn't shake the feeling that he had failed Sakura, that he had let her face such pain without being there for her. The weight of his emotions pressed heavily on his shoulders, threatening to crush him.
Kakashi sat there in silence, the cool breeze ruffling his silver hair. He closed his eyes, trying to make sense of the turmoil within. How can he not know? He prided himself as elite among the elite, and now he can't even realize the most basic symptom. She was irritable for weeks before that mission, she was sleepy, and became a picky eater. That is a textbook symptom of pregnancy, how did he miss that?
The questions lingered in Kakashi's mind as he sat in solitude on the rooftop. The cool breeze carried the weight of his realization, and the distant glow of the stars seemed to mock the darkness that had settled within him. The sense of guilt and helplessness gnawed at him, intensifying with each passing moment.
"How could I not know?" Kakashi whispered to himself, the words carried away by the wind. He prided himself on his keen observation skills, his ability to read situations and people. Yet, he had missed the signs, the subtle changes in Sakura that should have raised alarms.
He replayed the weeks leading up to Sakura's mission in his mind, each missed cue becoming a haunting echo of his own oversight. The irritability, the fatigue, the change in appetite—classic symptoms that he, with all his training and expertise, failed to recognize.
"I should have seen it," Kakashi muttered, frustration and self-blame evident in his voice. His eyes, normally obscured by the protective cover of his headband, revealed the conflict within him as he opened them to gaze at the night sky.
The stars offered no answers, and the night remained silent except for the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. Kakashi's mind, usually sharp and focused, now felt clouded by a fog of regret and remorse.
He took a deep breath, attempting to clear the tumultuous thoughts racing through his mind. "Sakura deserved better," he acknowledged to himself, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. The weight of the situation hung over him, the sense of failure gnawing at his core.
As he sat there, Kakashi knew that the road ahead would be challenging. It wasn't just about confronting Sakura's pain but also reconciling with his own shortcomings. The realization that he had missed something so crucial left a bitter taste in his mouth.
He took a deep breath and leap away from the house that became their home for almost three years. He can't face her. He can never face her again.
As he landed on another rooftop, the village stretched out before him, bathed in the dim light of the moon. The shadows seemed to dance, mirroring the turbulence within his heart. He grappled with conflicting emotions—guilt, regret, and a sense of failure.
"She deserved better," Kakashi mumbled to himself, the words lingering in the night air. The realization of his oversight gnawed at him, and he knew that facing Sakura now might not be the right course of action.
He continued leaping across rooftops, putting distance between himself and the home that had become a sanctuary for them over the past few years. The rhythm of his movements was mechanical, a reflection of the turmoil in his mind.
Her words, "I lost the baby, Kakashi." echoed repeatedly through the recesses of his mind. The village sprawled below him, bathed in the soft glow of the moon, and the shadows seemed to dance in tune with the conflicting emotions that gnawed at his heart. "She deserved better," he muttered once more, the words a whispered acknowledgment of the regret and self-blame that clung to him.
He leaps from rooftop to rooftop, away from their place, away from the memories. Away from everything.
"I'm sorry, Sakura." He thought. "I don't deserve you."