🌸 The Flower He Saw 🌸 A Kakashi and Sakura Story

Kabuto Yakushi

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Cold violets. 

Warm chrysanthemum. 

Gentle camellias.

Soft eden roses. 

Rough thoroughwort.

She felt thorns prickle what used to be her chest, but she wasn't conscious enough to recall that she, in fact, didn't have one anymore. The prickling shifted into something more gruesome, as if nothing was weighing her chest down yet at the same time, as if a million things were. Her upper body felt wet, the bandages she was conscious enough to notice drenched in that wet substance. 

The room smelt like chemicals. 

The light above her head started coming into view. 

The knocking of the rainfall on the sole window of whatever room she was in banged against her head so painfully she almost went back to sleep. She wanted to breathe in, but her chest just felt so damn hollow─ she could breathe but couldn't all at the same time. She started feeling hair in her mouth, it was her own from what she could discern at the moment. 

"You'll never understand her pain, she's been living through this everlasting version of 'today' and that's why she can't continue to live to see tomorrow." Obito cried. 

Obito didn't have the right to understand her pain, no one did. 

"I'm saving her from her pain, the pain you're forcing her to live through."

Obito wasn't allowed to speak of her feelings. That man had no right snatching her heart out of her chest and unravelling it like a scroll. 

It clicked. 

She wasn't dead yet. In fact, it wasn't Obito who'd grabbed her heart, it was Kakashi! The memory pounded her brain back to numbness.

Gentle green eyes flickered open, although her sight was almost too blurry to be able to recognize anything. She smiled to herself, she saw little wiggly lines in the air and as she blinked, they became more prominent. They looked like little caterpillars.

Running into the battle was something she didn't expect herself to do because she anticipated to die in a much more, honestly put, subtle way. Perhaps from her sickness that she was sure that would have killed her one day. 

But, what had actually happened was that she protected Obito from Kakashi and in turn, died by his hand. 

Well, she didn't actually die unfortunately. This notion settled her brain back into numbness again. 

Flickering her attention to all sorts of directions, she tried getting her hair out of her mouth by blowing, but the constriction on her paining chest stopped her. Those little caterpillars began to disperse as things became clearer to her. Heck, she wasn't dead─ she was in a hospital! 

She smiled to herself again when she finally managed to shift her fluttering eyes to the farthest corner to the right. She glanced through her pink lashes─ silver hair like Kakashi, round glasses and a ponytail in the back. Judging by the symbol on his lab coat, she figured he was none other than a trusted nurse. 

Now that she tried a little harder to focus on him, she recognized him. When she was hurled into the hospital with Kakashi's hand still wedged into her chest, this boy was the one who approached her first. 

He had to know where Kakashi was, right? She just had to know he was okay, she wouldn't spend another second in this world if he wasn't. Opening her mouth made her realize just how dry the air was in here, and due to the lack of usage of her voice, what was supposed to be a call turned into a whisper.