[BOOK 2 OF THE SHARING SERIES]Once, two girls were sharing one life. Their existences turned into one, and as the lines blurred and the beginning of one life merged with the other, the girls found a way to fix their problem. They went their separate...
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𝓚𝓪𝓴𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓼 himself returning to this place, no matter the day or the year. It's reassuring to know the site still exists, the only place where nobody seeks him, where he can process everything, all the deaths he's witnessed, the share of responsibility he bears for every one of them. When the sun is not quite up yet is his favourite time of the day. Everything is grey except for the first ray of light that pierces through the trees and always lands on the same spot, the same stone. His team's stone... His old team's stone.
At that thought, Kakashi sits on the green grass wet with dew with his knees up to his chest, then applies his chin to them, arms wrapped around his shins. Every day, he has the same feeling, a fear that settles deep in his stomach.
What if their names were on that rock? Sakura, Naruto... And what if something were to happen to Sasuke? Where would his name appear?
Kakashi looks more like a boy than a thirty-year-old man in those moments. A lonely boy with fears he cannot control. It never lasts very long, however, and he quickly returns to his aloof attitude and resumes watching the students he still has from afar. Because he ought to make sure nothing like that ever happens again.
He remembers how Sasuke looked at him that day, with the same lost eyes he had worn on one other occasion, on a bridge and with an unconscious pink-haired girl in his lap. The eyes of someone who had lost everything again. And Kakashi said nothing, did not even move when his student deserted the village and sold his body to their number one enemy.
Lazy.
The wings on Sasuke's back had startled Kakashi, so it took him a minute to notice the blond boy floating, face down, in the centre of the stream. The black-haired boy made his way up the cliff, and instead of following, Kakashi grabbed Naruto by his drenched orange jacket and hauled him back to the shore. A sobbing Sakura hurried to assess the blond's condition as Kakashi dropped next to them with a sigh and buried his head in his hands somewhere between his knees.
Everything that happened that day could have been prevented if only Kakashi had been a better man. If he had listened and been willing to put Sakura in a cell for most of her thirteenth year. But he didn't. Instead, he focused on Sasuke's seal and went soft with his other students.
He brought them back that day (minus one), left them in good sannin's hands and went missing for a while. He returned to the Anbu force, spent most of his time out of the village, and when he was home, few could find him—except for his blond student. So, when he learned Naruto was leaving to train with Jiraiya, Kakashi must admit he felt relieved. And when he also realized his other student was avoiding him, he relaxed.
