🌸 The Flower He Saw 🌸 A Kakashi and Sakura Story

The Lover and the Loved

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Chatter spread across the room, mixing along with the sound of the rain knocking onto the sole window in Sakura's room. Obito and Ibiki poised themselves to the wall farthest from her, observing the situation in silence. The former had a constant frown plastered on his face and without the will to change it. This was sickening─ he was the one who brought her the most pain and yet here he was, in her hospital room and watching her slowly die. 

Sometimes Obito wondered how life would've been like without war─ perhaps then, he wouldn't have committed as many sins as he'd had. Nor would he have made Sakura suffer. In fact, he would've saved all the Sakuras around the world who'd been orphaned just like her. 

The 'what ifs' however, didn't matter as he stood in the room of all his victims. 

"Be grateful that she'd asked to have you here." Ibiki said brusquely, "You'd be a dead man at my feet if it weren't for her."

His sole eye darted down to his feet. "What is there to be grateful about when you're standing in the corner of a dying child's room?" 

"Be grateful for the fact that you're not dead right now."

"Death is grace for people like her and I." he murmured, flickering his mismatched, purple and onyx gaze to Sakura. Her face was losing colour, her lips were all too dry for all the smiling she was doing. "When is she supposed to die?" Obito asked. 

Ibiki glanced out the single window and stared out to the everlasting rain that took upon Konoha for the past two days. "At the rate she's losing blood, she'll be dead in a couple hours─ Tsunade-sama said so herself." 

"They kept her going for these past 2 days just so that she could spend time with these people?" he mused. "She was going to die regardless, then." he glanced around the room and scrutinized the expressions of each person here. His lips pressed hardly into a thin line─ they were already mourning the death of a girl who was very much alive.

"I would have already murdered you if it weren't for Sakura." 

Obito's survey flickered all over the bruises on his own body. He wouldn't be surprised either if he were bleeding out internally, too. "I know you would have." he sighed. "But, I'm glad."

Ibiki narrowed his eyes at his prisoner, lowering his voice to a whisper. "You have so much to be grateful for and it's all because of that dying girl so I swear to Kami if you even think of raising your head without her permission, I'll take away all your blessings in an instant."

He said nothing in return, glancing towards Sakura and realizing she was already scrutinizing his bruises, too. When she was caught staring, she mouthed something unfathomable to him. His shoulders tense, if he read her lips correctly, and if she truly meant what she'd just mouthed, he wouldn't be able to stay in this room anymore with her. 

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Kakashi spoke with Sakura like how they usually did, although he felt rather stiff with the newcomer that hoisted himself towards the corner of the room. 

"Kakashi-san, you can talk ta' him if you wan'." she insisted, yet received nothing but a shake of a head. 

"There's nothing to talk about." he nonchalantly said. 

"C'mon you don' need to be like tha'. If I'm not mad, then you shouldn' be either." she flicked his wrist. " You don' need ta' be scared."

Green and obsidian clashed silently in dismay. She only had 3 hours left, such a short amount of time and she was still worrying about other people and their problems.