The One That Got Away [Kakashi Fanfiction]

[3] Flashbacks of Pain

"Thanks Kakashi.." She whispered to herself as her mind fogged with memories of the one she lost.

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Death was not kind. Hayami knew that. It stole wherever it could, taking people who were far too good and far too precious to her. Death never pretended to care. The always threatening vale of death hung over her childhood and now well into her maturity. Death had ripped a part away from her, the part of her that she loved the most. Her childhood friend and now soon to be husband slashed before her very own eyes. The masked men that have haunted her ever since she could walk, were once again here to rip another piece of her heart out. The black cloth mask covering everything but their cold emotionless eyes, the eyes that she can never forget. Hayami's knees then gave up and dropped under her into the cold wet dirt which was now flooded with scarlet liquid. The man then proceeded for his finishing blow,

"R-run Haya-" Yuto spluttered just before the katana crushed his chest and pierced his heart. Hayami stared into his lifeless eyes, his mangled lip and broken nose was caked in drying blood. His red liquid had drizzled down onto her traditional kimono as she scurried towards the body to hold him in her arms. The crimson blood oozed between the spaces of her fingers as she desperately tried to cover the fatal wound with her shaky hands. Her own vision became blurrier as her kimono continued to stain darker and all she could see was the scarlet blood that once flowed in her love's veins. One minute he was right there, more alive than he's ever been and the next he was lifeless on the floor. She then looked up into the killer's eyes, why hasn't he killed me yet? She thought to herself as the cold look reflecting from his eyes gave her shivers. His hands were tightly gripped around the bloodied katana. He had no sense of humanity. She would never forget the stone cold glint in his beady eyes as he puffed up in smoke and disappeared along with his squad team. All that was left was the blood that was clasped in her delicate fingers.

"Hayami......"

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"....Hayami?" Kakashi worriedly stammered, "Hayami wake up." Hayami then woke up suddenly, every thought and vision she just had replayed in her mind like she was reliving that moment.

"Yuto!" Hayami cried out in pain as she shut her eyes closed, grabbing whatever was in front of her in a tight embrace.

"Uh.." Kakashi stuttered, Hayami then pushed the person away. Her eyes took in every ray of light and caught Kakashi's shocked gaze. Hayami could feel her heart pounding and the heat rise on her cheeks, was it because of Kakashi or her reoccurring nightmare? She questioned to herself as she averted her gaze away from his sheepish eye.

"Are you okay?" Kakashi brushed off what had just happened and stared at her sunken and haunted face, sweat drenched her whole body. The concern in his voice wavered through Hayami's head as she looked at herself and saw the state that she was in. "Hayami?" Kakashi questioned again after not receiving any reaction from her.

"I-I'm sorry.." Hayami gasped as the tears flowed down her eyes, "I'm so sorry I've gotten you into this.." The tears burst forth like water from a dam on her delicate face, he had no idea what she was talking about but he kept quiet and pulled her in to his arms. His warmth seeped into her being and comforted her without needing him to open his mouth. She melted into him, her hands clenching his shirt as if he was to disappear any minute. Her forehead was pressed against his strong chest, the rhythmic beating of his heart soothed her unstable mind. Hayami didn't know how long she sat there in his arms but after her tears ceased she pulled back away from him. When she looked up at Kakashi she was a picture of grief, loss and devastation. It was the face of someone who had suffered before and didn't know if they could do it again, it was the same face he looked into the mirror every morning. Then, just when he thought the breakthrough would come that she would open up and tell him what happened, the shutters came down, her emotion was walled off behind a fake mask. She didn't know any other way. Usually she would just sit staring for hours until the feeling went away, wishing it was her that was taken away. But Kakashi grabbed her hand and led her to the shower.

"Quick shower to refresh then we're training." Kakashi murmured as he led her to the bathroom then closed the door on her, leaving her no time to complain. Hayami sighed and head into the shower, removing the clothes that clung to her weak body. The water poured down, dripping by her side, her mind faded with the droplets disappearing down the drain. The warm sensation of the steamy water calmed her as she stood under the everlasting waterfall. Two hard knocks at the door resonated in the bathroom,

"I said quick," Kakashi whined, "You're not the one paying for water." Hayami smiled to herself, the everlasting waterfall can never last she thought as she shut the water off. She then grabbed the closest towel and wrapped it around her slender figure. Kakashi stared at her ebony waist length hair as she poked her head through the slightly ajar door, usually straight but because it was wet it was slightly wavy which gave her a whole new beauty. She coughed slightly to get his attention back to her,

"What am I wearing to training?" She rolled her eyes at his obvious gawking,

"Kinda what I wear." He said as he scratched the back of his head and handed her the clothes,

"Thank you." She smiled and headed back to her room. Hayami slipped on her blue grey pants and brown leather tank tee, then the blue grey gloves that reached her forearm. A blue ribbon was tied in her hair at the middle and her katana rested at her side. Hayami patted down her clothes and headed out to Kakashi.

"Lets go." He sighed, dragging his gaze over Hayami as she strode over towards him.

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