Stranger things have happened.....or maybe not.

The unforgotten Promise

~Time skip, Next morning 4;50am~

Sakura was laying in bed hugging her pillow, which seemed a lot bigger at the moment. Also more.... muscular...... Wait what?!?! Sakura’s eyes flashed open and she looked in front of her at what she was curled up against. Her eyes twitched in irritation, Akuma was on her bed with his back pushed against her chest. Her legs were entangled with his and her arms were wrapped around his muscular stomach, and did she mention he was shirtless! Sakura was beyond pissed now, she unwrapped her arms from around him. Untangled her legs from his and with one punch to his sleeping form, she sent him flying through her door.

“That, asshole....,” She said her eyes twitching even more. Though when it finally sunk in just what position they had been in Sakura’s face turned five different shades of red. Akuma having been literally punched out of a room had woken up. Rubbing his head and brushing off the pieces of door that broken apart when he hit it, he yawned loudly and stretched his arms. Rubbing his eyes like a child that had just gotten up from a nap Akuma walked back into the bedroom.

“Saku, why did you have to punch me.” He said/whined. “Damn why does he remind me so much of Naruto right now?” Sakura thought.

“I said you can stay with me, I never said in my bed you moron, You get the guest bedroom or the couch, come in here again and I’ll punch you all the way to Suna,” She said acidly as she got out of bed and grabbed some clothes on her way to the bathroom. “Now make yourself useful and make some tea, I’m going to take a shower.” Sakura said angrily.

“Aww but why don’t we take a shower together Saku, you know you want to.” Akuma said seductively.

Sakura’s face turned dark red and she stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door yelling.

“Go. Fuck. Yourself!” Akuma let out a laugh and walked toward her kitchen to make some tea for both of them. Sakura stepped out of the bathroom ten minutes later fully clothed with a green glowing hand going over her hair drying it. She wore a black strapless dress with pink Sakura petals dotting the front of it. She had red sandals on along with the red ribbon that Ino had given her when they were little. She still had her bandages on her face like always and her tattoo was showing full now. Akuma looked at her as he sipped his tea and raised a brow at her attire.

“Special occasion, and no you can’t come.” Sakura said as she dried the last of her hair. Grabbing her cup of tea she walked out of the house headed toward her destination. It was a cold morning still being very early, about five am. The wind blew by making Sakuras bangs go into her face. “Hmm, I guess I need to cut my hair again.” She thought as she walked passed a couple shops on the street. It seemed that every year on this day the streets would be empty and even it being summer the air would be cold. Wind would blow strongly through the streets and grey clouds would cover the sky. The light drizzle of rain would start sprinkling down, almost like the gods were crying for her friends deaths as well.  

The ‘special occasion’ she was going to was the memorial for all of her friends that had died in her timeline. In her timeline only Sasuke, Naruto, Tenten and Hinata, her other friends were either taken down by Akatsuki, died during the war or during raids by the demons. Sakura’s hands clenched around her tea cup as the memories went through her head. The cup shattered from her grip and the tea splashed onto the ground along with the pieces of the cup. Sakura stared down at the cup with her fists clenched by her side and her jaw tightened in anger. She tried stopping the memories from going through her head, but they came anyway.

~Old time line: Sakura 22, beginning of winter~

Sakura sat in the hospital at her desk sorting through papers of old and current patients. It was a rainy day, dark clouds covered the sky and the wind blew leaves off of their trees. People ran into their houses as the rain started to pour down. Kakashi had left for a what was supposed to be two week mission. The two week mission soon turned into a month and after that month the village had lost complete contact from Kakashi. He had simply disappeared, Sakura grew nervous and scared that he would never return. They were after all ninja and being ninja meant that everyday you were in danger and risking your life. Kakashi had been like a father to Sakura, especially after he found out her parents died. Sure he never really taught her much and by the time he was willing to Sakura had already surpassed Tsunade. He was never her Sensei but he was the father/older brother she needed at the time. Now people were starting to say he wouldn’t return and that he was dead. Kakashi had always been one to be late for returning, but never this late. Each day that passed by Sakura’s mind would go through different scenarios all of which had Kakashi dying in them. She cried herself to sleep one night as her mind was finally ready to accept the fact that he might be dead.