Blabla: I had this prompt given by a friend and she wanted me to write a little something around Kakashi and Obito- so here it is. Nothing big I'm afraid, but still... I might write more drabbles, but I'm not sure for now. As stated in the summary, I'm trying to work around frozen moments, mostly from Kakashi's point of view, but I might try my hand at writing Obito, too... maybe.
About the disclaimer, Naruto and its character don't belong to me; I'm only borrowing them for my own entertainment.
Many thanks to my good friend KingSoren for her input; she's the very best!
The title comes from Tina Chang's Celestial poem.
He knew that it was his heart on the line, the harsh emotions burning his insides, the raw feeling of facing his past and his failures when Obito grabbed his arm and punched him hard enough to draw blood, the metallic taste of it reminding him of that day when he lost a friend to death and won a new eye to friendship.
Kakashi stared at the man before him, body limp and numb, thick, oxidized blood dripping down his face, and realized that, maybe, it was possibly the only way—maybe it was the fairest way of dying for him; dying at the hand of the one he hadn't been able to save.