Rating:
PG-13, angst and violence
Pairing: none
Status:
complete
Summary:
glimpse of a very young Kakashi after a mission
Genre:
angst
Warnings: angst, violence
Disclaimer: I
asked Kishimoto-san for several shinobi for my birthday… I kinda
conveniently forgot to put them back when I was done… So
technically they aren't mine, but I think they have a lot more fun
with me… except for this one…
Author's Note: Written
this fall while on heavy antibiotics while I was sick. Medication
and I don't get along very well… obviously… notes are longer
than my story
The mission parameters stated no known presence, no witnesses. This, Kakashi understood. What he didn't understand was the feeling now. The sick feeling in his gut, the sweaty, achy, woozy feeling. He had killed before, had even killed in much messier fashion. But never before had he killed a child younger than himself, a small waif of a girl whose only sin was gathering mushrooms in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Mission parameters said nothing about staying sane afterwards. The seven-year-old chuunin crumpled to his knees and cried.