little-scarecrow:

{ϟ};; — He was supposed to protect her.

But she was going to die.

She wasn’t supposed to be standing there. Why was she standing there? She needed to move because if she didn’t - if she didn’t she was going to - couldn’t she just see that she needed to move?! He couldn’t stop. It was too late for him to try. She was the one who needed to save herself. But she wouldn’t. She’d always been too kind. Too caring. That’s why she was a medic. He’d told her, over and over and over - stop being so easy on people. Your kindness will be your downfall.

It was ironic, really. He was the one who’d given her the warning, and he was the one who was going to shed her blood.

He could feel it, now, coating his hands. Skin torn, muscles lacerated, hand driving deeper and deeper and deeper until he could feel a breeze from the other side. He’d hit her heart, hadn’t he? And all that blood, it was hers, wasn’t it?

Tears spilt over in that single crimson, scarred eye of his.

It was, and he knew it.

Trembling lips parted, attempting to speak up over the sound of a thousand birds but only hot sanguine fluid emerged to lightly spatter Kakashi’s masked visage and run down the side of her mouth to her chin. Dimly, on some faraway level Rin noted that his strike must have hit her lung since she was spitting up blood so easily. It hurt to breathe, her chest was on fire with the worst agony she’d ever experienced in her life, immensely more painful than anything she had ever imagined. Yet she persevered and tried again, inhaling air that was heavy with the stench of blood and something else she couldn’t identify through broken ribs.

     "Kakashi….“

The colour drained from her face even as the sensation of flame beneath her skin still burned. His arm had to have gone right through her, Rin had known what she was moving into the path of, she knew, that unlike herself Kakashi was an unstoppable weapon on the battlefield, cleaving foes in a way that had almost seemed effortless. It was what she’d been counting on, because the girl would rather die than risk becoming a monster that could threaten their home. A trojan horse host for a tailed beast that would wreak havoc upon Konohagakure in a senseless wrath that the bijuu were known for.

So she had intentionally intercepted the chidori, accepting the consequences with the mental preparation of what it took to make the ultimate sacrifice.

                            Then the tailed beast had spoken.

He was afraid, not wanting to be dragged to the grave with her, fearing death’s oblivion and promising co-operation to her in exchange for survival. Such a thing was unheard of, and it was too late. Too late….

Rin had flinched at the last possible moment, the most minor of saving graces as even though the strike had missed her heart, a hole was still punched straight through her body.

Delicate hands clasped around her teammate’s arm as a tremor shook her form, and finally Rin recognized the scent from before. Charred flesh. The electrical current from his chidori must have seared and cauterized some of the wound, perhaps a blessing as it was likely why she hadn’t bled out within seconds, though that was still likely to happen once Kakashi removed his arm from her torso.

The medic in her fought to compartmentalize, as ridiculous as it was. ”…Ka-ka…shi…“ she stammered, more slowly than before, as her grip on his arm loosened just enough to allow her to form some hand seals, igniting her palms with a soothing light that she pressed over the entrance wound. In her mind the three tails still railed against his demise, offering her chakra of his own and accelerated healing in the hope that they could both live through this. Rin exhaled lowly, an ugly, rattling sound that could be taken for a death rattle if not for the determined look of attempted focus in her eyes.

Her gaze lifted for a moment to look at Kakashi’s mismatched eyes, to look into them because even if she failed, if she died right now she’d be happy that the face of the person she loved was the last thing she’d see. And it was then she noticed that he was crying for her. No, Obito’s eye was crying.

Obito….

The thought of their lost teammate clutched at Rin’s weakly-beating heart and in that moment she was more committed to surviving than ever, she couldn’t leave Kakashi like this - to face the world alone with her blood on his hands.

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