Stream of past

There are moments that words don't reach there is suffering too terrible to name

Kakashi woke up from his sleep with a scream building in his throat. He clutched his sheets as he tried to calm himself. Sakura's death played in his mind on repeat. While he didn't actually witness it, his mind could fill in the blanks.  Sasuke drove his chidori through Sakura. While on accident, this didn't change the fact that she died the very same way Rin had.

This was what his nightmare was about. Rin's death. Except this time, it wasn't his old teammate he dove his chidori through, it was his student. Kakashi felt like puking just thinking about it. He couldn't even imagine what excruciating pain his student must have gone through. Both physical and emotional. The betrayal she must have felt...what were her last words he wonders? Her thoughts...

With a sigh he jumped out of bed to get changed. It's been five days since Sakura lost her life at the hands of Sasuke and it felt like the whole village was mourning for the bright girl whose life was snuffed out too soon. There was an oppressive, gloomy atmosphere in the air, suffocating everyone. Sakura was pretty well known and beloved in the village. Not just as Tsunade's apprentice, but also for her work at the hospital. Which, while nothing extraordinary, helped her stand out due to her cheerful and kind personality. With her gone, well...

Her funeral was tomorrow and with Tsunade coming to Sakura's apartment afterwards to clean it up, Kakashi wanted to spend a little more time with his pink haired student the only way he could now that she was gone, before the last traces of her existence were gone. He jumped on the roof to avoid the mingling Konoha citizens and jumped from building to building to get to her apartment building. Using the window that was still left open, Kakashi entered her bedroom.

Kakashi took his mask off in order to properly inhale the scent of his student for what will be the last time. Lavender and mint with a hint of the hospital chemicals that seem to always follow her, no matter how much perfume she tries to use. Taking his time, he studied the bedroom. Even with the hole in the wall, Kakashi could still see the knick-knack and medical equipment Sakura had placed on her office table. There was a picture of her and Tsunade, a carved painted wooden statue depicting a manta ray that she bought in Wave, the cheap plastic dog, frog, slug and snake figurines that Naruto bought for the four of them after Sasuke signed the snake summoning contract, a bonzai tree and countless scrolls and books. 

Turning away from the desk, Kakashi looked at the rest of her room. There was a huge painting depicting Konoha at it's founding, that Sakura no doubt stole from the Senju compound, there was a poster about a poplar band from Hi no Kuni near her bookshelf, he didn't even know she listened to their music...On her nightstand he found two pictures, one of team 7 and of her parents. 

With one last look at Sakura's smiling face, Kakashi made his way to the living room, taking the quickest way by jumping through the hole in the wall. Sakura's living room had even more pictures, some on the walls, some on shelves, they gave the apartment a happy touch. Most pictures had her with either Naruto or Sasuke or both. There was one with Shizune and one with Iruka from her graduation ceremony from the academy. There were a lot of pictures of her with Ino and the rest of the girls, but the one Kakashi liked the most was one taken on during the Konoha Ranks Convocation. 

Sasuke was supporting Sakura as she leaned far back, looking like he was done with everyone and everything, Sakura was doing jazz hands and a kissy face at the camera with her left leg raised, Naruto was holding Sakura's leg up with one hand, while the other pulled at his lower eyelid as he struck his tongue out. It depicted team 7 perfectly, two extroverts and one introvert ready to cause headaches for everyone. God he was going to miss her so much...

Rooted to the spot he thought back to the day he met his pink haired student. She seemed eager with a unique maturity far beyond her years. She wormed her way into the hearts of everyone with her kindness and selflessness. Always helping, always trying to make people feel better. Always willing to aid anyone and everyone, regardless of who they were.