🌸 The Flower He Saw 🌸 A Kakashi and Sakura Story

Beautifully Five Years Old Forever

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Kakashi would move if he could, or breathe for that matter. Hope was a terrible thing, a disease far deteriorating than any other. 

Nothing seemed to be right, not that it did before anyways. 

A single obsidian eye read through a letter that had more meaning than what the the word count gave it credit for. Different sensations ran wild deep in him, his hands just barely holding onto the letter and his eye just barely being able to focus. 

He felt incredibly incompetent. 

His hand that held the letter dropped to the side, that same side leaning against the wall and his breaths hitching almost every second. His right hand held the letter, the same hand that impaled Sakura with his Lightening Blade, the same hand that impaled Rin with said Jutsu, and the same hand that suffocated Obito during their battle. 

The door to Sakura's room was just a meter away, yet his legs wouldn't dare to move an inch. He wanted to go to her so bad, he wanted to hold her and tell her anything and everything─ but foolish of him to think she'd want to see him right now. 

Whenever it came to Sakura, fate would never align with one's desires. 

Kakashi squeezed his eyes shut from the burning that increased in them. 

"You're human!" Anko yelped, almost sympathetically. "You have feelings, you're not immune to the human emotion!"

He wasn't immune. 

"Can I see under your mask? Not the one that's on your face, but I mean the one that's on your heart"

Sakura saw through him when he thought no one could ever, and this wasn't a perception that he had recently come to─ it was something he'd known a week before Sakura had been taken away. 

He heaved a sigh, tightened his grip over the letter and shot his sole eye open once more. The stinging led to blurred vision, although that wasn't of his concerns. Right now, all he had to do was one thing, and that one thing was to see Sakura. 

"You, you did this." Kakashi whispered, as he stared down to the letter and felt his masked lips press into a thin line. "I won't let you see me with a mask anymore."

The masked man paced himself to Sakura's door and without a warning, creaked it open and slipped himself in, figuring that no one in the hall noticed him. He clicked the door shut behind him, survey tracing over the scene before him as something utterly foreign. 

"If I could, I would save you from this world." Obito said.

Kakashi's Sharingan eye began to open. 

"If I could, I would join you. But I know that that's not what you want, right? R-right....." Obito wept deeper into Sakura's bed sheets, in a kneeling position. Kakashi opened his mismatched eyes wide. 

Obito's hands held onto Sakura's in sincere desperation and depression, his quiet sobs muffled through the sheets he pressed his face into. Sakura flickered her attention up from him, locking eyes with Kakashi momentarily in sympathy. 

Kakashi watched those green eyes turn even redder, the sign of a foreshadowed cry. He shook his head to motion her to stop, but it didn't work as a sob hiccupped out of her throat. She averted her attention back down to Obito.

"Sakura, I won't ever forget you." he cried, snapping his head back up to see the face he knew he'd never see again. 

"Obito,"  she let out one small cough, and he reciprocated by tightening his grip over her frail, small hands. "I'm going ta' wait for when I see you again. I know I will, trust me."