Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Butterfly ❯ Chrysanthemum ( Chapter 8 )

Disclaimer: Sorry folks, still don't own Naruto.

A/N: A shorter chapter…but to make up for it I have artwork to be found at: mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php/162165 .

Its 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 much to 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, its 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. Its an awesome song, 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 ^_^

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The Butterfly: Chapter 8

By: Tea Leaf / Banana Soap

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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. Because 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 at this point. Probably infected.

{She probably didn't care…}

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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 knew. 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 bleeding. 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.

//I can't go home without chrysanthemum//

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//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 Sakura's 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.

"Yes, I never did manage to get her name. It was all we could do to get her to allow us to treat her after she saw that picture." The doctor continued in a humorous tone.

"Picture?" he questioned again.

"Oh yes, we had her take a look at our book of John and Jane Does and she looked like she would faint after spotting one of our older ones." The doctor responded congenially.

Sasuke frowned, who could she have possibly seen? He held out the by now heavily creased group picture.

"Is this the girl who was in here?" he asked pointing to the pink haired 16-year old in the picture. It had been the most recent one he had of her.

"Oh yes, that's here all right, only happier and less beat up and not as skeletal of course. And isn't that funny! That's the John Doe she recognized!" The doctor exclaimed as he pointed to Kakashi.

//I don't see the 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.

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//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.

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 needed to 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//

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I can't go home without chrysanthemum.

No I can't go home without chrysanthemum.