Chapter Thirty-Five

Please

Kakashi’s Point of View

            I was desperate. Pure desperation was seeping in and out of me. I had to find her . . . I wasn’t going to let her go like I did to Rin and Obito. Even Minato slipped out of my grasp, for Kami’s sake.

            “Kakashi!” I heard Genma yell from behind me. “I think she’s fine! We can’t afford to lose relations between the Land of Iron and Konoha, man! They’re desperate for the their own people too, you know! This is a criminal we’re talking about here!”

            “I know that! But I’m not going to lose another loved one of mine! I already lost my other comrades and my own sensei! Not to mention, even my own father!”

            “Okay, I get your point, Kakashi,” Genma replied after a short pause. “But this is a loose criminal we’re talking about here! Kakashi! Get some sense into your own head!”

            I paused to think, suddenly still from my quick and abrupt movements a moment before. He was right . . . but just at least another hour . . . of searching . . .

            “One more hour,” I stated gruffly.

            “No,” he shook his head firmly. “Ten minutes, Kakashi.”

            “What the hell!” I glared daggers at him, voice rising. “I ask for an hour and you give me ten minutes. Really?”

            “Kakashi!” he raised his voice higher in volume than myself. “This is for Konoha’s and the Land of Iron’s sake. Want us all to die as well?”

            That was true . . . I couldn’t all be reckless . . . But the moment I was to find her, I would tell her everything . . . from the beginning to the end. I love you.

            “Fine” was the only word heard before we continued our brief search for Sayaka.

Sayaka’s Point of View

            Truth be told . . . I was never loved as much as now . . . well, at least, I never felt as if it were so . . . Obito made me feel special, as if I were the only one alive . . . Okay, Genma made me feel special too, but that’s another story. We weren’t a thing, so I guess that doesn’t count . . . Kakashi . . . on the other hand . . . the only man and person who has been with me no matter what . . . through my drama sessions and so forth . . . He was truly special.

            I was now in a dimly lit room, in which only candles were lit . . . I now kind of regretted kissing Obito all last night. Why couldn’t Kakashi love me the way Obito did? Why?! Why . . .

            The door then creaked open, and there stood Obito in his Akatsuki uniform . . . as he usually would.

            “Kakashi is looking for you,” Obito said coldly, as if everything between us the night before was never a reality.

            “Oh,” I replied hesitantly.

            “And Genma.”

            I drew in a light breath.

            He then stepped closer to me, drawing me into an everlasting embrace—one that was never meant to end . . . or it would seem.

            He whispered in my ear, “At least come and visit me. You don’t have to tell me Konoha’s secrets, but at least be there for me when I need it the most . . .”

            Again, he sounded so vulnerable. It seemed that if he was even slightly touched, he would break down and shatter.

            “Of course I will,” I replied, hugging him back with equal zeal. “But how am I to find you when you need me most?”

            “You’ll always find me . . . Sayaka,” Obito responded before everything became a haze. “Though you will probably never need to find me again . . .”

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            “Sayaka!” I heard someone call me through the dark, murky mist.

            I felt something rumble around me as the person continued to call out my name.

            A figure then slowly visualized in my sight—a grey smudge. Kakashi.

Kakashi’s Point of View

            The moment I found her on the ground, cold, but still breathing, I began shaking her (not too roughly) and calling out her name.

            I then saw her eyes begin to open slowly, adjusting to the light above us—the sun. I then embraced her closely, murmuring thanks to the gods above.

            I then discerned Genma taking his leave, seemingly leaving us be.

            “Thank you, Genma,” I thanked him mentally. For once in my life, I didn’t seem to mind him.

            “You have no idea how worried I was, baka,” I rushed, words coming out quickly from my mouth.

            “I’m sorry,” Sayaka replied, brimming with relief. “I’ve missed you . . .”

            “It’s only been a day, and you’ve already made me this worried,” I sighed. “And you made me ditch my mission at the moment too.”

            “Baka,” she softly chided. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

            “But then you would have possibly died,” I replied, breath ragged as our foreheads touched one another. “Besides, I had to tell you something anyways.”

            She rolled her eyes, laughing slightly, before replying, “And what on earth would that be?”

            I took a deep breath before I was to begin my rant, “You have no idea how much you make me want to rip Genma to shreds just by the fact he got to spend time with you. No, that’s not how it should begin. Pardon me. Let me start over . . . You’re the only one who has moved me emotionally. The only one . . . who has ever captured my heart . . . The only one who I love . . . You make me want to impress you at least once, if not more, every day. I want to become better . . . for you . . . I want to be the best man you could ever want or need at all. I want to be the one you can tell everything to . . . Through all the dates in my life, they’ve never made my heart stir no matter what they did—the flirting or whatever. You, however, always did that, effortlessly. For Kami’s sake, you always make me want to melt.”

            I sighed before continuing, not letting my eyes look at her just yet, “When you responded ‘yes’ to Genma’s invitation to the festival, I was vexed and indignant for all I could ever imagine was me going with you—not some other man. To be blunt, I . . . I . . . (sigh) I love you . . . and I don’t expect you to love me in return . . . but it’s true, and I just need you to know that in case neither of us make it out alive in any situation . . .”

            I noticed her uncomfortable state and took it as a sign of rejection.

            About to turn my back to her and leave, I felt her embrace me from behind, and my feelings for her increased . . . if that was even possible, for it was already at it’s maximum.

            “I-I . . . I thought you didn’t love me . . . to be honest . . .” I heard her murmur, the side of her head against my back.

            “You’ve got to be kidding me, Sayaka . . . I’ve always loved you. You just never noticed,” I chuckled, holding onto her steadfast hands around me.

            I then turned to face her, drawing my face nearer . . . and nearer to hers . . . pulling off my mask before crashing my lips onto hers . . . in one of my most treasured and cherished moments of my life . . .

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Mwahaha . . . DA TRUTH IS OUTTTTT!!! YOU GO KAKASHI!!! xD

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