Scarecrow
Hatake Kakashi looks in the mirror and hates one half.
Obito is behind his left eyelid, behind the hideous scar that reminds Kakashi of his failure. He hates the scar more than anything. But there is nothing he can do any longer. Kakashi hates it when he is right.
Kakashi runs his right hand through the long silver half of his hair and sighs. He hates his right.
His left comes up and pinches the shorter black hair on the left, rubs the skin on the left where his mask suddenly ends and a face twists upwards in half a reassuring smile.
Kakashi owes who he has become to whom he has left. He owes his left.
Sharingan.
Obito looks in the mirror and smiles at Kakashi.
Scarecrow, scarecrow, wherever you see
Lay me and that's where my sprit shall be
Stand yourself guard over budding new leaves
Cast my eye and see the future with me