Sensei just be with me! (Kakasaku) (being edited)

Chapter 8 - And we're off

"So your really leaving?" she asked as she entered my temporary room. I nodded in reply. I never gave it much thought but maybe they need me here. but I cant start thinking like that, I mean I only met them because I'm searching for Kakashi. And i can do so much more good finishing this mission than staying here.

"Yes" I said slowly. I turned to see her holding my clothes. The pink colour looking almost foreign since I last saw them only a few days ago. "I have to leave, I never meant to stay long and I'll only cause more trouble for you"  I could see that Yuri had mended my torn mission uniform. And she had provided me with a thick winter over coat- of sherpa.

We stood in silence and I took my clothes and folded them on top of Kakashi sensei's top.

"What are you doing with that empty jar?" Yuri asked suddenly, I looked at the jar and looked at her.

" This one" I asked quizzically. Pointing at the jar I had drank from to receive Kakashi's chakra

"Yes, I make prune juice infused with chakra enhancers for the wounded shinobi" she said pressing a finger to the glass. "and this particular batch- this contained the last of a Genjustu from Kai" she showed my an identifying mark on the bottom of the glass I hadn't noticed.

"No wonder it didn't show up in the tests, we were only looking for toxins an poisons" I muttered to myself. I want to find Kakashi soon, in full health and ready to come home but what are the chances of that? Yuri patted my shoulder. He must have been trying to show me something by sending me parts of a Genjutsu in his chakra. I feel a little closer to the truth now, I furrowed my brow as I looked more closely as the mark. "End"  Surely if it has been sitting here for so long that he intended for me to follow some sort of instructions to follow him out here.

 "Don't look so sad, he was a strong man you'll find him" I looked at her and smiled weakly. "Sakura, he was a good man" 

"Is a good man"  I pause looking at her meaningfully "He is a good man"  He's not dead yet.

"I'll prepare you food for your journey" with out another word she left me in the room.

If Kakashi sent me all these little jars of prune and chakra mixture he did expect me to have drank them? How could I have figured that out?  To have even seen the blurry end of his Genjustu made me feel as if all my pain and loneliness wasn't for nothing. I don't have to feel guilty for abandoning my mission- betraying Konoha. I'm doing what's right- and sometimes it's not the easy thing to do.

I've heard of people injecting chakra but that is much more painful. The jar dropped from my hands and smashed on the floor. I fell to my knees and held my head in my hands. The pain passed slowly but my vision remained fuzzy.   Did Kakashi send me these so I could join him? But if that was his intention why did he tell me to go back? Why send such mixed signals. I wish I had been able to figure out what this was all about. My body seemed to heat up- a slight sheen of sweat broke over my skin.  I panted heavily and as I did my throat began to dry out. I felt tears begin to well up under my lashes, my head was thumping now. My hands felt shaky and my legs were goin numb. . I clenched my fists and pushed myself off the floor. My head spun like nothing I had ever felt before. I stumbled towards the bathroom down the hall. Falling against the walls as I stumbled on the spinning in my head continued, my vision faded from the normal to a red tinge around the corners. I stopped but I thumped against the wall so hard they must have heard me from down stairs. 

"What's Happening to me!" I panted as I lent against the wall.

"Sakura?! Are you alright?" Called Yuri. I slumped against the wall and sat down, the hallway was spinning. My own chakra was at full capacity but now with Kakashi's chakra I don't think my chakra control will work properly. I sat what felt like a few seconds in the spinning world completely disorientated. I could see the faintest glow of my chakra emit from my hands- its forcing its way out- its been over done.