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My Soul (sequel to My Heart)	By : SakuraLee91 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Kakashi/Sakura Views: 2396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-My Soul ch. 1
- 2-The end is the beginning
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I hope everyone enjoys chapter two! Just to let everyone know I will be unable to upload a new chapter until next month so please wait and look forward to it!!!! ^^

“The end . . . is beginning,” a murmured voice penetrated the darkness of the room, filled with resignation and panic. Brown eyes closed in suppressed agony as the person’s slender hands lifted to cover his face, quiet sobs beginning to scrap against his throat. Leaning against the wall, he moaned and sobbed as he slid to the floor, into a puddle of tears; sobs echoing throughout the room now as he was no longer able to suppress them. “I don’t want to . . .,” he whimpered, struggling for breath. “I don’t want to . . . .”
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                Where am I? Kakashi thought as he shifted and realized that he was lying down on a bed and not hanging from the ceiling as per usual during the last four years or so. Every muscle in his body ached, even breathing was difficult. It had been rough, all the torture that he had had to endure, the threats of death that always seemed to permeate the air whenever one of them came to speak with him.
                Struggling into a sitting position, he slowly turned his head left and then right in order to take in his surroundings. I must be underground, he thought as he noticed the soft brown walls that looked like dirt from where he was sitting and the absence of windows. The only light in the room was from a single lamp on the opposite side of where he was situated and its artificial light barely reached his little corner.
                The room was shaped in an oval pattern and the furniture was rickety and the bed uncomfortable but all Kakashi could do was appreciate and sigh in relief at being released from his torturous prison beneath the mountains. This may also be a prison but I don’t have to worry about the chains pulling my arms form their sockets anymore, he thought.
                Dragging his legs to the side of the bed, he attempted to stand and immediately fell back down onto the mattress. His legs had no strength in them; his body was malnourished from the lack of sustenance he had been given. Falling back onto the bed, he stared at the ceiling, his muddled thoughts drifting back upon the previous years:
. . . . . The scene painted before Kakashi, as he entered the Village of no name, was one of complete and utter despair. His calm mask cracked and horror filled his eyes as he stared at the ruins of what was once a community. His heart thudded faster and faster in his chest as he cautiously edged further into the streets, darkness surrounding him . . . . .
. . . . . A maniacal laugh worked its way through the air as the Lord Kaze Hiro threw his head back and chuckled to the very sky he seemed to be fascinated with. “I killed that fool and his blood rushed down my hands as the sword sunk even further into his jugular. The warmth seeped through my gloves; I can still feel the moist rush of blood. He tried to scream. Oh did he try to scream but he couldn’t. He couldn’t let out a single sound except the gurgling of choking on his own fluid. His body gave out on him and he collapsed to the floor, urine now mixing with his blood. What an awful stench.
“It was over. It was all over . . . at least, I had thought it was all over. . . . .”
“What are you planning?” --------“Oh not much,” Kaze Hiro laughed, “just the complete control of the Hidden Leaf Village and you, my dear bodyguard, are going to help with just that.” His crazed laughter once again filled the night air.
. . . . and Kakashi closed his eyes in dread and thought of Sakura, and her home. Never, he thought. I will never help you destroy my love’s happiness; before slipping into unconsciousness . . . . .
. . . . Eyes opening to a dark, dank cavern, arms aching from hanging above the floor from the ceiling thanks to chains latched to his already bruised wrists . . . .
. . . . Screams echoing in the room as pain engulfed him from the blows placed upon his body . . . .
. . . . Questions streaming, one after another, about the village and its people . . . .
. . . . Minimal amount of food; barely any water . . . .
. . . . Glares from the shinobi . . . .
. . . . Pain; Screams . . . .
. . . . Tears; Depression . . . .
. . . . Pain . . . .
. . . . Tears . . . .
. . . . Pain . . . .
. . . . Pain . . . .
. . . . PAIN . . . .
Kakashi screamed and curled onto his side as the violent images of his torture began to flash across his mind, and the despicable images they had created to break him down, images of his loved ones being murdered, revolving and spinning to consume him until his eyes stared, empty, at the wall before him, tears trickling down his cheeks and a silent scream still upon his lips.
From the far end of the compound, Lord Kaze Hiro stared at the security footage in front of him, the footage of Kakashi’s break down in the room they had provided for him after so long in the dungeons of the mountain. A light of thought sparkled in his eyes as he contemplated the now broken form of his former, temporary, bodyguard. “It seems you were right in having him moved from that dungeon,” he spoke to the man behind without turning, “but, what would I expect from our best medical nin, right Dr. Ren?”
“My Lord,” the nin behind him bowed his head in acknowledgement of the praise and then lifted his crystal blue eyes to stare at the monitor. “I believe that if we had persisted in keeping the prisoner in the danks of the dungeon he would have been completely lost to reality and we would have lost a major pawn in our plans.”
Kaze Hiro listened to the reasoning and cocked his head to the side in agreement before commenting, “We can’t have that now. He still has an important role to play. Once Tomohiro sends the signal, we will implement the first step to a better life for our people. Now, doctor, see to it that Kakashi receives better care, until he is in better health and able to move about in the room more freely. We need him active, or all this will have been for naught.”
“As you wish My Lord,” Dr. Ren said, bowing to the Kaze, his long black hair shifting forward to temporarily cover his face. Standing erect once more, he gave one last glance to the monitor. “My Lord, permission to submit a request?”
The Kaze, surprised, quickly covered the emotions in his face and turned his chair to face Ren, wondering what the doctor could be asking for, seeing as this was the first ever request he could remember the man giving him. Leaning back in his seat, he stared the man straight in the eyes and pursed his lips. “Permission . . . granted.”
Ren’s face was stoic but inside his stomach was starting to twist into knots and he began to second guess his idea. Bowing his head before his leader, he spoke firmly, “I believe that, if we were to . . . . acquire someone from his village, someone of whom he was deeply connected with and brought them here, substituting one of our own in their place, in order to divert any suspicion that might have arisen otherwise, and bring them here to help in the healing process of our . . . guest. This would also give us really good leverage to keep him in line when we need him to complete his part of the plan.”
Ren kept his head down as he awaited the Lord’s decision, pondering on whether or not it had been wise to even suggest it. The silence between the two men stretched on for some time. The doctor felt beads of sweat, from strain of keeping his body curved in a bow and also from the tension of what mood his question would lead the Kaze into being in, trickle down his neck and his back.
Hiro contemplated the man before him and weighed the pros and cons of this idea and finally deciding on what must be done. Twining his fingers together over his flat stomach, the Kaze leaned back in his chair and said, “That is an agreeable and effective suggestion. There are steps we must prepare with first before leaving to implement this into action. First, I want you to retrieve the files we have of our guest and bring them here so we may study who it is that would be the best choice in this case and also go to the commander of the elite shinobi squad and bring him back along with the files. We must be careful on how we proceed with this task, least we tip off the village that something is going on concerning them. Now go and hurry back,” he ordered at last, before turning once more to the screen where Kakashi still lied curled in a ball on the bed.
Ren left the room quietly, only the click of the door announcing his departure. A new set of events has been put into motion and the fate of many now hanging in the balance.
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                “Hey Naruto,” Sasuke yelled over his shoulder from across the room, his focus still on stirring the soup that constituted as their dinner for the night; a white apron draped his waist and a dark blue bandanna pulled his hair back from his face. When no voice answered his inquiry, a frown marked the raven’s face and he gave the soup one last stir before laying the ladle down on the plate by the stove. Just as he was about to turn around though, a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind, pulling him back into a firm chest.
                Nuzzling into the Uchiha’s neck, Naruto drew in a deep breath, feeling an insane urge to just cling to his love, as if he would disappear from his arms if he didn’t hold him close. “Sasuke,” he murmured as he felt the rave relax into the embrace. “It’s too much,” he whispered, shudders traveling his spine as he thought about Sakura and the scene that he had witnessed the night before. “I don’t think she can take any more of this not knowing and I . . . I can’t stand to see her so broken anymore.”
                Sasuke felt his heart clench at the pain in Naruto’s voice, the pain he seemed to be so desperately trying to suppress. Leaning forward, he turned off the burner of the stove and moved the pan to the side, all the while making sure that he didn’t break Naruto’s hold on him. Finally done with his task, he turned in the blonde’s arms and lifted Naruto’s head to stare into his clouded eyes. Shifting forward, he placed a gentle kiss on Naruto’s lips and then pulled him into a tight hug.
                “Naruto, it will be okay, it has to be,” he whispered into those blond locks. Cuddling closer, he stared out the window over Naruto’s head and listened to Naruto break down in his arms, feeling the hot tears soak his shoulder. “It just has to be . . . and if it isn’t, we’ll make it be all right, somehow, we will make it right. So cry my love, cry and let it all out, I am here for you, just as we are here for Sakura and Obito.”
                The sun outside settled slowly behind the earth, bringing a dim light to Nature as darkness prepared to descend and, all the while, in the kitchen of the small apartment, Sasuke held his little kitsune close and allowed his lover to cry; quiet sobs permeating the little kitchen.
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                Sakura strolled toward the pre-school, located in the elementary school’s offices, her mind wandering in thought, her feet automatically tracing the once well-worn path. Her thoughts drifted to all of her friends who were helping her with all of this, the emotional damage she was suffering through over not knowing whether the father of her child, the love of her life, was alive or dead, if he was suffering or able to avoid the pain that would most assuredly be what he was going through. She thought of everyone:
Naruto and Sasuke who were so kind to her and Obito by helping her with raising her son and paying the bills. They were her closest friends growing up and now they were her family, helping to make up the loss of her love and, later, the loss of her parents: her mom who died due to a fall down the stairs and her father, who died during a mission a few months later.
Lee became very close and attached to Obito, becoming really protective of him. He was a great guy and never hesitated to be there for them both.
Hinata, ever shy Hinata, was a gentle teacher at the pre-school and she babied Obito beyond belief sometimes. Obito had become exceptionally attached to her.
Neji, still as stoic now as he was when they were younger, was her boss and he was very understanding when it came to her needing to take time off to take care of Obito on days he doesn’t have school and she couldn’t get a sitter.
Ino and Shizune and Lady Tsunade . . . there are so many great people in the village of Konoha that she knew she and Obito were safe and loved.
                Looking up Sakura saw that she had reached the entrance to the offices where Obito was waiting for her. Shaking her head from her musings she entered and looked around until she saw her son in Hinata’s arms, head on her shoulder, asleep. Smiling gently, the rosette walked toward the two and whispered, “How is he?”
                Hinata turned and smiled, her violet hair swishing around her waist and her light purple eyes shining with happiness. “He is fine, he just wore himself out today on the playground. It was all he could do to stay awake for today’s afternoon lesson.” She handed him over to Sakura and both women giggled lightly at the sight of the little boy cuddling into his mother’s arms; he was just too adorable.
                Lifting a hand, Hinata brushed Sakura’s hair from her shoulders and inquired, “How have you been?” Concern laced through the tone of her voice and it was evident that she was genuinely interested in knowing.
                “I have been okay. It has been getting rougher; I suppose it is because it is approaching the anniversary of his disappearance and I just . . . I just don’t know if I can stand this wait any longer. And I can’t move on. I just feel that he is out there somewhere, alive and hurting.” Tears began to gather in her eyes but, before they could spill, she drew a deep breath and gathered her composure. “But I can’t focus on that. I have Obito who needs me and friends who care for me. I just have to hope and pray that someday I will see him again.”
                “I am sure that he will come back to us Sakura. He just has too.” Hinata whispered, closing her eyes and sending up a silent prayer for Kakashi’s well-being before gathering up her purse and sweater and walking with Sakura to the door. “Now, I believe that you need a nice quiet evening at home. Obito is so worn out that I am sure you won’t have to worry about his rambunctiousness tonight. So go home and rest Sakura. I am sure everything will turn out.”
                The young mother smiled at her friend and said, “You are right. An evening of rest sounds good. Thanks very much for looking after my son Hinata. Hope you have a pleasant evening as well.” Sakura turned and headed down the street.
                “Thank you Sakura,” Hinata whispered as she watched her friends turn around the corner heading for her small house. Moving in the opposite direction, she started home as well, her mind preoccupied with the struggles of her friend and what she could possibly do to help her.
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                Kakashi lied on the bed, motionless, his eyes staring into nothingness as his mind remained blank. The wounds on his body were slowly becoming more bearable and his body was slowly becoming stronger from the nutrients he was now receiving in his food. However, the scars of his mind were festering and he was becoming unresponsive to others. He was withdrawing into himself and it was this that forced the Kaze to implement the Doctor’s plan much faster than he would have wished, with much less preparation.
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                The Kaze, Ren and the commander of the elite shinobi squad had gathered on that fateful day and poured over the files, relentless in their search. While they delved into the many bios on Kakashi’s village members they had sent a couple of their shinobi to the village to scout out the main targets of their plan.
                It had only been a couple of days when the condition of their guest began deteriorating and they feared that they wouldn’t have much more time. Sending out a message across the radio to the shinobi that were shadowing the Hidden Leaf villagers, the Kaze gazed in deep thought at the three files before him.
                They had narrowed it down to three individuals they believed that they could . . . “replace” without too much notice and who also were seemingly close to Kakashi, close enough they could help bring him back from the dark recesses of him mind.
                Upon the return of the shinobi, the Kaze told them to create a report on the personalities of the three they had shadowed and have on his desk within the hour. They three looked at him without emotion and bowed before leaving, none of them voicing the thought that an hour was hardly adequate enough time to make a full report.
                Ren and the commander, Takashi, sat in silence, both contemplating the difficulty of the task that was to befall one of their shinobi before the evening was over. The hour in which they waited passed in a deafening stillness; the Kaze staring at the monitor once more, though it could be more accurately described as staring beyond the monitor and into something that Ren and Takashi couldn’t even begin to fathom.
                An hour later, on the dot, a knock sounded at the door and Ren stood up to allow the three shinobi entrance. They each stepped forward and placed their reports on the desk before their Lord and bowed once before exiting the room, Ren shutting the door quietly behind them.
                Hiro picked up the files. “Leave me. I will send for you.” He began to read through each one carefully. Ren and Takashi began to feel tension radiating through the room from their nervousness. Who was going to be picked: for the mission and for being imprisoned? These were the thoughts racing through their minds as they left the room.
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Stealthily jumping from roof to roof, the shinobi from the mysterious village evaded the sight and the hearing range of the security in the village, which had gotten lax over the years as peace had descended upon them. Landing in a tree by the small complex situated on the outskirts of town, the shinobi looked into the window and noticed the person lying on the bed. My mission: kidnap, he thought before leaping into action.
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Tsunade sat at her desk in the Hokage office, looking at the paper work piled before her and wishing she had a stiff drink in her hand instead of a pen. Sighing, she picked up the next file and read through the appeal for more money to go towards the cost of training equipment at the elementary school for beginning shinobi.
Work had become her salvation after that event so long ago with Kakashi and Sakura. She regretted having ever accepted that mission and sending one of her best shinobi off to his death. She felt that that was what had happened. He must be dead to have not come back by now. Kakashi was an excellent ninja and would have come back by now, she thought. Shaking her head, she tried to rid herself of such depressing thoughts, focusing instead on the paper before her. Taking a deep breath she jumped back in, it’s going to be a long night.

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A knock echoed throughout the room causing Ren to jump slightly, his focus having been so entrenched in the book before him. Glancing at the office door he yelled, “Enter,” and leaned back in his chair. A masked shinobi walked into the room and spoke through the breathing hole on the guise he was wearing. “The Kaze would like you and Commander Takashi in his chambers as soon as possible. That is all.” He then turned and left the room.
Ren stared at the door before him and contemplated what the meeting could be about. Then his mind jumped to the plan involving Kakashi and a member of the Leaf Village. Jumping up, he rushed down the hall and barged into the commander’s room, neglecting to knock, which was easy for him to do since they had known each other all of their lives.
                Takashi looked up into the blue eyes of his childhood friend and his green eyes showed no surprise. Putting the file down that he had been looking at, he stood and said, “I take it that Lord Kaze wants us in his room now?”
                “Yes, we are to go straight there,” Ren said and then proceeded to leave the room, expecting Takashi to follow right behind him. The two of them strolled down to the room where they were sure to find the Kaze and knocked.
                “Enter,” a voice sounded from the other side of the door. They glanced at each other one more time and then Ren opened the door and closed it behind them. They both stood before their Lord, curiosity eating away at Ren and mild interest sitting on Takashi’s shoulders.
                “I have decided on who shall be brought here to help with the recovery of our guest,” he began, lifting up a file folder and flipping to the front of the papers. Turning the file around, he smiled, “We shall kidnap . . . .”
                Ren and Takashi looked at the picture before them. Takashi remained stoic but Ren had to struggle to cover his emotions: surprise and longing. Before them was a picture of . . . .
                “. . . Hinata Hyuuga.” The Kaze sat back in his chair and ordered, “Now go and prepare Ayane for this mission, I believe her mannerisms are ones that best match those of our little Miss here.”
The closing of the door, announcing Takashi and Ren’s exit, brought a hard look to the mad man’s eyes, and silence one more to the room. A new plan is starting and the original one is expanding, he thought. A smile graced his lips, “The end is beginning.”

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“The end . . . is beginning,” the soft voice once more whispered, his brown eyes beginning to harden in determination. “The end is beginning and I must not fail.” Standing tall he turned blazing eyes to the door and took his first step toward his mission . . . toward the beginning of the end.
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