Kakashi sat alone in the dimly lit living room, the silence around him a constant reminder of what he had lost. The house that had once echoed with laughter, warmth, and whispered promises now felt like a tomb, cold and lifeless. He could still smell traces of Sakura—her perfume, the faint scent of her hair, the memory of her laughter that once filled these walls—but it was fading, like everything else.
It had been almost two months since Sakura had left. Two months since his world shattered, and in its place was a hollow shell. The woman he had loved, the woman he had betrayed, was gone. He had seen her once after she left, standing at the threshold of the house as if she were unsure whether she should leave it all behind. She had looked at him with empty eyes, no warmth, no love—just a sorrow that mirrored his own.
He didn't ask her to stay. He couldn't, not when he knew that the damage was beyond fixing. The man he had become—the monster he had let out—had destroyed everything. She deserved so much more than what he could give her now.
He thought of her constantly—what she was doing, where she was, if she was healing. Was she happy? Was she safe? Or was she still hurting? The thought of her in pain, especially because of him, was almost too much to bear.
He had tried to backtrack what had happened that night. What pushed him to commit such a crime against her.
But no matter how much he tried to piece it together, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't find an answer that made any sense. He had been consumed by something darker—something that had taken over him without warning. He knew it wasn't an excuse, but it was the truth. He had lost control, and the consequences were devastating.
The house, which had once been a sanctuary, now felt like a prison. Each room he walked into reminded him of the life he had destroyed. The kitchen, where they had shared so many meals, now felt cold and empty. The couch where they had curled up together in the evenings was barren, the blanket that used to keep them warm gathering dust.
Kakashi had spent every day since she left in a daze, his mind constantly replaying that night. He had tried to drown his guilt in the weight of his work—missions, paperwork, anything to keep him distracted. But nothing could numb the gnawing emptiness inside of him. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Sakura's face—broken, distant, and filled with a sadness that he knew he was the cause of.
And the worst part? He didn't know how to fix it. He didn't even know where to begin. He had done irreparable damage to her soul, and no amount of regret, no amount of apology, could ever heal the wounds he had inflicted.
"What have I done?" he would ask himself on the mirror. But even as he asks this, he knows what he did was something that he should have never done.
Sakura, meanwhile, had her own battles to fight. After leaving Kakashi's home, she had spent the first few days in a blur, unsure of where to go or what to do. She had considered staying with friends, but the thought of burdening them with her pain felt impossible. Eventually, she found a small house in a quiet part of the village, far from the place where her heart had shattered.
It wasn't much, but it was hers. The silence in the house echoed in the same way Kakashi's house had, but it was different. There was no tension here, no threat of the past creeping up to remind her of what she had lost. She had her own space, her own time to heal.
But healing wasn't something that happened overnight. Her body had healed faster than her heart, and every night, she found herself staring at the ceiling, wondering if she would ever feel whole again. Sometimes, she caught herself wishing she could go back, that somehow, things would be different. But she knew better than that now.
She couldn't let him back in, not after what had happened. Even if part of her wanted to, even if part of her still missed the warmth of his touch, the safety of his presence—it didn't matter. He was a different person now, and he had shown her a side of him that could never be erased. The trust they once shared was gone, and with it, any hope of reconciliation.
But it looks like Fates have another plan for her.
She stared at the papers in her hands, but only one word stood out from the rest.
Pregnant.
Her eyes lingered on the word for a moment longer, unable to process the meaning of the word. It felt… foreign, almost as if it is written using a language long dead.
Her breath caught in her throat as she read the word over and over, her hands shaking as she clutched the paper. Pregnant. The realization hit her like a tidal wave, crashing into her with an intensity that made her legs buckle. She sat down on the cold floor of her house, numb, as her mind struggled to process what this meant.
Her mind flashed back to that night—the last night she had spent with Kakashi, the night everything had spiraled into a nightmare. She hadn't thought about it since, not in this way, at least. She had been too focused on surviving, on healing, on putting one foot in front of the other. But now… now she couldn't avoid it.
A part of him was inside her. Growing.
The tears came before she could stop them, silent but relentless, streaming down her face as she pressed her hand against her stomach. How could this be happening? How could she carry his child after everything that had happened? After he had broken her in ways she didn't know could be mended?
For hours, she sat there, lost in the flood of emotions. Anger, grief, fear, guilt. She didn't know what to feel, or what to do next. The room around her seemed to close in, the silence of her small house now suffocating. She couldn't breathe.
She hadn't spoken to Kakashi since that night—since the moment she walked out of his life. And now, she was faced with a choice she didn't know how to make. Could she bring a child into this world knowing who its father was? Knowing the darkness Kakashi had shown her, the pain he had caused? Could she live with the constant reminder of what had been taken from her?
Or… could this be something else? Could this child, this innocent life growing inside of her, be a new beginning? Something that wasn't tied to the past or to the mistakes they had both made?
She didn't know.
All she knew was that her world had changed again, and nothing would ever be the same.