A/N: I'm sorry to say that this is going to be the very LAST drabble of Little Drabbling.

Disclaimer- I don't own Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto does


My Love, My Sensei


"Love is stronger than death even though it can't stop death from happening,

but no matter how hard death tries it can't separate people from love.

It can't take away our memories either.

In the end, love is stronger than death."


"Kakashi, please…"

Her grip tightened around his weakening hand as a tear fell from her face, falling with the rain that comes every few months in Konoha. An overwhelming feeling overcame her, and she felt her knees churn and turn into jello. The next thing she knew, she found herself kneeling on the muddy field beside his collapsed body, her hands clinging onto his jonin vest.

She let her head ghost above his paling face, her pink and blood washed hair trickling across his skin. Another whimper escaped her chapped lips, and she wanted to slap herself so badly for exposing her weak side. But after witnessing one of the worse scenarios in her life, she just couldn't hold back the sorrow and bitter anger.

His chest rose slowly and out came another painful, hoarse cough. "Sakura…stop. There is…nothing you can do…"

His words slammed straight through her like the wind, leaving a hollow hole right in her breaking heart. Her eyelids clasped together and she held onto him with desperation. "I can't afford to lose you! After all we did together as Team Seven, comrades, and friends…it just can't end like this!" she cried, two clear streams flowing down her cheeks.

She felt his hand shakily settle on her shoulder, his nails digging into her flesh. With watery emerald eyes, she glanced at him and tried her best to bite back another cry. A long and narrow wound ran from his cheek to his chin, his Sharingan eye was closed shut, the blood trying to make its way out. His mask was torn to shreds and lay pooled around his neck, exposing the reddish liquid oozing out of his lips. He was a mess. A total disaster.

And he was right. There was nothing she could do to help him. She already tried reattaching his broken leg and even attempted mending the large cut on his back together. The only injury that she couldn't heal was his lungs and chakra pathways. He used up too much of his chakra during the finale of his battle in the war field, and as she was told, an enemy ninja had severed his lungs with a forbidden jutsu.

She didn't want to admit it, but there was nothing she could do. She was useless once again, an unhelpful shinobi of the Hidden Leaf. A complete disgrace toward the Fire Nation. She meant nothing to the people of her village. Nothing.

Suddenly, he pulled her closer to his face and brought his lips to her ear. Quietly and raspily, he whispered, "It's time."

Her eyes went wide and she couldn't bare to hear those words. "No…please…no," she begged.

"Sakura…I want you to know…"

She shook her head violently and refused to give up on him. "No…don't go…don't leave us!"

"…that I…"

"Don't leave me!" she yelled loudly, her fingers clawing at his undershirt.

Silence filled the atmosphere while the rain continued to pounce on her head.

"Kakashi…"

Her heart stopped for only a few seconds as she dug her face into his chest.

"Kakashi!"


The End of My Drabbles

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