She severs the connection between them, and he hisses in pain, his eyes widening in surprise. It showed in the slight tremble along his shoulders, even if his face remained as blank as the face of the man she came to know as a teenager. Yes, that does mean fem!naru. Tsunade seemingly sensed his emotional turmoil and gently patted his shoulder. Sakura knew she looked like death-warmed-over as she demanded to know where Kakashi Hatake is and why he wasn't in his room getting treated.
Sakura was positive she never heard him laugh before. Her heart beat loud in her chest, and she felt an unfamiliar tingle in her heart, an ache she couldn't explain —one that became more pronounced when his warm hand pressed onto her head in an affectionate gesture. "I'll start!" She needed another medic —a bunch of them— but that wasn't an option, not really. Not to mention the images of his limp body were still freshly imprinted in her memory, and all she wanted to do was tie him to a hospital bed and demand he stay put. "Sensei," she whispered, feeling so incredibly vulnerable that she resorted to calling him by his old title. "H-how did she do it? "What are you doing out of bed? Sakura often prided herself on being able to think on the spot, like that one time she had to save Kankuro after the Akatsuki abducted Gaara. She was so tense that she didn’t even recognize that she was biting her nails until the Duke of Cross came inside. ", He was sure she healed him in the forest, she had no equipment whatsoever… Wait— the memory of the pain in his wrist rushed into the forefront of his brain, and he quickly located the scar on his skin. "Oh, Hokages, Kakashi that's insane. She was scared of his response; it was after all a sensitive topic. She has to be quick, knowing she'll start to grow dizzy soon and so she focuses completely on the feel of her blood running through their veins and her medical chakra knitting him back together from the inside. Apparently, she was much more tired than she realised she was. Hello dear readers, please don't freak out when you see that I deleted all 23 chapters of this story. ", "I was discharged." He was offering her some of his sweets, and she nearly punched a hole in his stomach. "Hatake-san has been discharged," the nurse —Ame, her name tag read— replied, slightly alarmed when Sakura's face twisted into a look of cold fury.
Why was she even tending to him? She's unsure of how long she sat there beneath the bright moon, crouched over his body, her brain running a hundred scenarios of losing him, of what her life would be like without him, of how much she wished she spent more time with him. Her horror-stricken eyes trailed to the man's feet where a masked silver-haired boy that could be no older than six stood; motionless and as rigid as a rock except for the slight trembling of his tiny curled fists. He looked like hell, but at least he was alive. It made her chest ache, and it caused her eyes to sting and her back to shake slightly, but she tightened her hold on him until she could breathe calmly once again. Was the loss of his Sharingan making him weak? Jōnin Hatake Kakashi, of course, had to pass this team (the council had given him no choice), but he was glad he didn't have to take his test to the extreme to get them to realize what he was actually testing. She shuddered and quickly redirected her thoughts to the important matter at hand. The silver-haired man barely heard her. Should she ask him about her dream? The author would like to thank you for your continued support. "By who?" Performance & security by Cloudflare, Please complete the security check to access. Still tied to a log here! "Goodnight," the younger of the two muttered. It'd be like cutting off the oxygen supply of a COPD patient. It read three-thirty p.m.

"My thoughts were something along the lines of 'who's this self-righteous bastard and why is he acting so cool.'". I'm only rewriting it and making it (hopefully) better. Your review has been posted. It clings to her like a life-support line, refusing to let go, bombarding her with a thousand emotions until she was sure she might explode from the rush of it all. "She gave me blood? There might be one thing that she could do. She was able to manually manipulate and extract the poison in his bloodstream and then conduct a complicated antidote in the span of one afternoon. When she agreed to go back home and shower, Tsunade made her promise to rest a little, so Sakura decided to take an hour long nap, but her alarm clock clearly told her she'd been asleep for at least ten. If you are at an office or shared network, you can ask the network administrator to run a scan across the network looking for misconfigured or infected devices. How could the enemy be so out of his league if else? He had been fighting someone —their target— the masked man with the incredible strength they had been chasing for months on end.