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The Butterfly	By : tealeaf Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1742 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Sorry folks, still don�t own Naruto.
A/ sho shorter chapter�but to make up for it I have artwork
to be found at: mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php/162165 .
It�s just a small and very simple image I did a few days ago
and scanned and uploaded a little earlier today. It doesn�t have muc do do
with the actual fic but is inspired by it.

To fanartist: About the gypsies, why does the government
care about them? They don�t care about the gypsies per say, they care about the
fact that roughly 30 people were brutally murdered and mutilated and that the
person that did it is still at large. Seeing as it happened in the Fire
Country, it�s up to the Fire Country and so the Konoha shinobi to deal with it.

Sailor Tiamat: I mean poison both figuratively and literally
and what I mean by that will become clearer as the story goes on.

Also, the lyrics slipped into this chapter are from the song
�Chrysanthemum� by Everclear. It�s an awesome song and I highly recommend it.

Thanks again to everyone who�s reviewed and thought enough
about it to comment and question, I hope you like the new chapter and look
forward to reading your reactions ^_^

~~~

The Butterfly: Chapter 8
By: Tea Leaf / Banana Soap

~~~

Sasuke felt like the rain was never going to end. He�d managed
to pick up Sakura�s trail by accident after spotting some discarded gauze at
the base of a tree on the north side of the town. There had been bloodstains on
the gauze and the pattern suggested it had been wrapped around her head.

That had worried him. If her head was still bleeding that
could lead to serious complications in regards to her mental capacities. She
could have lost consciousness too and could be stranded, dying out there in the
woods somewhere.

He�d almost panicked at the thought but Gaara�s words had
come back to him.

�You underestimate her.�
He�d packed up his things and taken off after her almost
immediately.

Her trail, though cold was still easy enough to find. She�d
made her own path through the heart of the woods, heading directly north.causcause it was an original trail, it hadn�t been disturbed much.

He�d gone slower than he would have liked but he�d wanted to
keep his eyes on the trail.

She was limping. Her weight was being supported mainly by
her left leg. Understandable, her right one was broken after all.

About two days on the trail, her footing started to become
unsteady, often swaying. Then he found a body imprint in the grass. It was the
first one he�d seen and it looked like she�d collapsed rather then stopped to
rest.

But then the trail continued. And the rain had started.

Every now and then he came across a deep footprint from when
she had slipped in the mud but the rain that was still pouring was quickly
washing them away.

He wasn�t worried though, he knew Sakura and she always
moved in straight lines until something pushed her to a different direction. So
he kept going north. He stumbled across a few more abandoned bandages and
indentations formed from collapse seemed to be becoming more and more frequent.

And now he found himself at another one.

The rain was pouring down on him but he ignored it as he
examined the scene.

It was different; the indentation was larger, as if she�d
been moved while she was unconscious and there were no telltale deep handprints
that showed that she had showed herself back to her feet again.

Someone else had found her and taken her somewhere.

The logical guess was a hospital, he was pretty sure a good
number of her injuries must have been aggravated ais pis point. Probably infected.

{She probably didn�t care�}

~~~

The rain poured down. It had started raining when she�d left
the hospital two days ago and hadn�t stopped yet.

The doctor had told her she�d come in the middle of the
rainy season so it probably wouldn�t stop again for at least another week.

The ground was slippery.

She kept away from the roads and trails as well as any means
of transportation other than her two feet. She didn�t want to run into other
people. She didn�t want to come into contact with other people.

She was in a forest; most of the terrain here was forest.

Her breathing was labored, her limbs were exhausted but she
kept moving. She hadn�t stopped moving since she�d left the hospital.

She couldn�t stop, not when she was this close. Not when she
was still this far away.

Her right leg slipped in the mud and she cried out as she
fell on the broken limb, jarring her broken rib in the process. She�d landed at
the foot of a tree and leaned back against it only to wince as the still tender
wound at the back of her head made contact with the wood.

She tried, but she couldn�t get back up. She couldn�t move.

The rain poured in fat droplets, sliding down her already
damp skin.

She was desperate, she knShe She was pathetic.

At least it was raining. The butterflies didn�t fly in the
rain.

She couldn�t hurt things when it rained.

//Yes I hate the
way I feel
And it makes no
sense//

She continued to breathe heavily as she sat, getting soaked.

What was she doing?

She was making some desperate mad dash to the side of some
comatose John Doe in the north through the most bitterly hostile weather.

She wasn�t even sure it was him. She almost didn�t want it
to be him because it made her all the more pathetic.

For three years, she�d been sitting at home rotting when all
along he�d been waiting to be found and helped.

She was so useless. After he had tried so hard to help her
she hadn�t even tried to look for him.

And as luck would have it, it wouldn�t even have been that
hard to find him if she had.

She blinked back the bitter tears that stung her eyes. She
was not going to pity herself.

She was angry with herself. She was so stupid and
useless. First she�d said those stupid things to Sasuke. Then she�d stupidly
trusted a bunch of traveling vagrants. And then she�d stupidly allowed herself
to be drugged and gotten beaten up and probably would have been raped had she
not stupidly summoned those damn butterflies and stupidly killed everyone.

{Oh god�} her inner self whimpered as she suddenly
felt swamped in guilt, as her tears finally spilled over, mixing with the rain.

And once she started, she just couldn�t stop.

All those people, all of them twisted and mutilated and all
because of her.

The tears just kept coming and coming and she was suddenly
overwhelmed with everything. With her
physical pain, her heart ache, her guilt, her misery, her depression.

As if the images from the city of corpses weren�t enough
every painful moment from the past seven years reared their ugly heads to
torment her as well.

And then that night came back to haunt her again and made it
all worse.

Seven years and she still couldn�t move on.

//Five months gone
and all I�ve got are
Pretty pink
flowers on a chain link fence//

She pulled a kunai
out of her pouch without thought, as the rain and tears continued to blind her,
and stabbed it through her arm.

She snapped out of
her hysteria and looked down at the wound. The kunai went straight through her
forearm, protruding from both sides of her flesh.

It was bleed The The
rain diluted the blood, making it seem like there was more. She sighed.

She was such an
idiot. She really had to get a grip. Things were only going to get harder,
that�s all they ever did.

//And I don't like what it means
'Cause I know
There is more to
come.//

Her breathing calmed
and her tears slowed but didn�t stop. She raised her left knee and rested her
now injured left arm on it. She didn�t touch the kunai.

Her right leg lay
stretched out and she was really glad she had splints instead of a cast. A cast would be far more work.

{Thank the seven
mad gods for small mercies�}
her inner self commented sardonically.

�Yeah�small mercies��
she answered herself.

But what about large
mercies?

Kakashi was waiting
for her in a hospital just another four days north.

He was alive after
all and he hadn�t abandoned her. He hadn�t abandoned her.
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//I can't go home
without chrysanthemum//

~~~

//I walk around
lost
And I don't know
why.//

Sasuke found the
nearest hospital and showed the receptionist a picture that had been taken of
team 7 after he had returned to the village and Saku wou wounds had finally
healed up.

Yes, she�d seen the
girl. She�d left 4 days ago. He was getting closer.

The receptionist
paged the doctor that had treated her.

�Hello, welcome to
the Sunshine hospital, I hear you are inquiring about one of our Jane Doe
patients.� The doctor said as he walked towards him with a pleasant smile.

�Jane Doe?� he
questioned.

faces,
Or the places
That I should
recognize.//

�What? This man is in
your hospital?� Sasuke asked, stunned by the discovery.

�Well, not our
hospital as in this one but another branch of our hospital further north.� The
doctor responded jovially.

He was in shock,
Kakashi had been alive all this time and no one had found him.

{The nins Tsunade
sent out couldn�t have looked all that hard.} he thought angrily.

�And you�re sure that
she went to find him?� he asked, he needed to be sure as well.

�Oh yes, definitely.
Do you require the address?� the doctor asked with an amused gleam in his eyes.

�Heh, yeah, that
would be greatly appreciated.� Sasuke responded in a slightly sardonic tone.

~~~

//It's like that
dream
Where it feels
like home
But it don't look
right//

This was too
coincidental. It felt off. The doctor had been too forthcoming with his
information. It was too convenient that Sakura had suddenly stumbled upon
Kakashi�s trail after 3 years of his disappearing without a trace.

And it was too easy
that he�d fallen upon them both and was only a few days behind.

But still he went on.
If something was up, she probably wouldn�t be in any kind of a state to notice
after that massacre and discovering Kakashi.

//Yes I will look
everywhere tonight//

He�d debated between taking the main roads
and getting there faster but decided to follow her cold and fading but still
clear trail through the northern woods.
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The doctor had told
him that she was fairly weak since she hadn�t been eating and because of her
injuries. If something happened to her, he neede kno know as soon as possible.
Too many things could go wrong if he simply waited at the north hospital.

//I will not stop until I make things right//

The rain was still pouring, and it would pour probably until
he made it too the hospital.

He hated the rain; it was washing away her trail. It was
washing her away.

//I can't go home until I see the sun//

~~~

I can't go home without chrysanthemum.

No I't g't go home without chrysanthemum.
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