The Memory Keeper (Naruto Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty One- Clan Grounds

Hey, Hi, Hello.

Welcome to the twenty-first chapter of 'The Memory Keeper'. I've begun to develop writer's block, so I apologize for any late updates that may occur. Plus, I start school in two weeks and I'll be extremely stressed because of that): Personally, I think this chapter sucks but I guess you guys will be the judge of that. This hasn't been edited. The song is 'The Last Something That Meant Anything' by Mayday Parade, though it doesn't have much to do with this chapter. Please enjoy:D

DISCLAIMER: Really now. Do you believe, after all these chapters, that I now own Naruto? No. Sorry.

WARNINGS: Eh, some angst. What else?

Anything in bold is important or with emphasis.

This is what memories look like.

This is what Kimi's thoughts look like.

'This is what song lyrics look like.' 

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'I'll be okay-

Is that what

you want me

to say?'

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    I feel eyes on me as I exit Kimi's hospital room. I needed to go home and get to sleep so I could help Sasuke train tomorrow. Kimi had been out for two days straight after the exams, so I had spent all the time I could at her bedside. I knew Sasuke was getting antsy about training, so I needed to go ahead and start with him. I also needed to figure out what to do with Kimi. Who would train her? I had a few ideas, but they weren't very solid. I wanted to train her myself, but I was ordered to focus upon Sasuke and send my other genin to a different sensei. So I was.

   "Excuse me, sir, but visiting-" I whirl around to face the person speaking, and my heart aches in my chest when I see who it is. "Oh," she says.

   Rin.

  "Don't worry, I'm leaving. Really," I promise, barely maintaining my already shaky composure. She looks so much more grown up. Her brown hair brushes mere inches past her shoulders. She's taller, her figure more womanly. She wore more normal clothing, though she still clearly worked at the hospital. She had clothes on similar to the ones she used to wear, back before we stopped working together.

   "K-Kakashi?" she asks, seeming bewildered. Her brown eyes are wide with surprise.

   I nod, affirming her fears. "Hai," I murmur, glancing down to my feet. There's a moment of silence, and I feel my shoulders slacken with disappointment at each second that passes. It was too much to expect her to forgive me, I know, but it still hurt. Without another word, I turn around, heading back towards the hospital exit. I really needed to go.

-KIMI'S POV-

   Three days later, after the broken bones were healed and my wounds closed, I was released from the hospital. Kakashi-sensei had been there the same day, which is when he told me that he wouldn't be able to train me or anything. He told me he was making arrangements to find someone else to train me, but I wasn't sure if I believed him or not.

   A few days after my discharge, with no word from Kakashi-sensei, I decide to head to the clan grounds and look around like my brother suggested. I had already trained for the first half of the day, and the dull ache of my wounds was steadily increasing and becoming much more acute. So I went back to my apartment to shower, change into a fresh set of clothes (seeing as my current pair was covered in mud, sweat and a bit of blood that leaked through a wound that re-opened) and eat lunch.