The girl with Pink Hair

Chapter Forty Eight

"I never thought I would be alive to see this day." Carver said, tears filled his eyes as he turned to Raiden's tight face. Carver reached over, wrapping a strong arm around his friend as Raiden broke down, fresh hot tears spilled down his sculpted face as he shook his head back and forth.

"This has to be a dream." Raiden gasped through the ragged cries that painfully escaped his chest.

"It's not-" Carver breathed, watching the preacher speak words soft words on Sakura's behalf. "-even if it was, this would a nightmare not a dream."

"I can't-" Raiden breathed out, pulling his eyes away from the preacher who stood beside a large picture of Sakura. "-this isn't right."

"I know." Carver agreed.

"She was so young."

"That's how it goes." Carver agreed, looking around at the large crowd who sat in rows of white folding chairs. Carver gazed around at the training grounds, Kakashi did a fabulous job at planning this event in the short amount of time he had. Carver almost couldn't even make out this area, it was filled with the sweet scent flowers and light décor.

Carver turned back around in his seat, glancing at Naruto as he did so. Naruto hadn't spoken in two days; Carver could see the raging guilt eating him from the inside out. Tsunade and Naruto were the reasons everyone was sitting here. Sakura died to protect them, but it was her choice so why did Carver's chest feel like it was about to burst open with the swirling rage filling him like air being pumped into a balloon?

"Carver?" Raiden whispered through his tears.

"Hm?"

"You stopped talking."

"What was I saying?" Carver lightly smirked looking back at his teammate.

"You said that's how it goes?"

"Oh-" Carver nodded, "-yeah...I just meant that the good ones always die too young."

"Oh." Raiden nodded. "That is true, just look at our team."

"They are alive now?"

"But we thought for years that they were dead so...my statement still stands."

"Mhm." Carver hummed looking ahead at the front row where Kakashi, Tsunade, Dawn and Diem sat. Carver's heart ached seeing Sakura's picture propped up with light blue flowers decorating the frame, Carver's stomach felt sour wishing to wake up from a nightmare that had no end in sight.

Tsunade sniffed, dabbing her eyes with a tissue Dan had given to her. The hokage turned to sneak a peek at Kakashi who seemed so unaffected, he held his composure as he stared ahead at Sakura's picture. For a man who just lost the woman he claimed to want to marry, he didn't act like he just lost his soulmate to death.

Raiden leaned forward, tapping Kakashi lightly on the shoulder.

"We are still going to her house after this right?" Raiden wanted to confirm again for the sixth time.

"Yes." Kakashi answered. "Itachi will take us all there."

"Why are we going again?" Carver wondered.

"I am in charge of all her affairs." Kakashi answered, "I have to deal with her house."

"What?" Carver asked, "Like sell it?"

"Possibly."

"You're not selling-!?" Carver raised his voice, pulling attention onto him. He looked around and gave a weak smile and a nod apologizing for interrupting the service.