Late.

No one had noticed in time.

Genin often sparred; and if it was on the roof of the hospital rather than in a training ground…well, there were enough volatile tempers in Konoha to do something that stupid. But it was just a spar. Nothing could happen.

When chakra had flared, a fire jutsu taking form, a few ninja had looked up from their business. But they hadn't understood.

Kakashi had felt it; he had been on his way to the hospital, just about to visit his student. And he had recognized that chakra.

But he hadn't moved fast enough.

Kakashi had arrived as he usually did.

Late.

His students had crumpled, all three of them, together. Blue, red, and green eyes had been wide with shock. They had kneeled on the roof, tangled together.

Sakura had looked up at her teammates, gifted them with one last, sad smile, and one final request. "Don't…fight anymore."

Green eyes had gone dull.

Late.

Naruto had let out a strangled cry. Sasuke had been silent, staring down a blood streaked hands holding a red body.

Kakashi had moved forward.

There was nothing to do anymore.

No one left to save.

Late. Always late.