Just another random drabble about Kakashi-sensei.
Disclaimer: Nothing.
-The Price of Peace-
Kakashi can see everything and he hates it.
Other people take for granted the image of a fleeting face. They are mad because they can never remember some of the most insignificant things in life. They never pay attention to the habitual traits of their daily lives and progress without recording things, unless they held a higher form of importance.
Kakashi, he, abhors the burned memories of everything around him.
Even with his eyes closed, he could find his way home. He often did, without relying on his senses and followed the detailed path etched into the tabula rasa of his mind. His eyes, they caused the problem. There is no problem though, but it still drives him insane.
The blood of an Uchiha, crossed with the Hatake line…Obito's eye – just as he remembers his fallen comrade – his best friend; the parting gift remembers everything else. The gleaming blue orb, fading to a dark, listless shade, feels inadequate. It works hard to keep up with the brilliance of the sharingan. His eyes are, as a team, trained, focused and ever vigilant.
Kakashi sees and has seen everything. Not a single detail escapes him. He has a memory, an excellent one on its own, but the storage banks within his mind increased when his new eye took up residency in his skull. There was so much information, swirling, colliding, confounding, and yet he never forgets.
He can count the eyelashes of anyone when discussing with them even the most trivial of matters.
He is the perfect witness, for he witnesses everything that surrounds him.
Which leaf moves – he always knows.
His senses, therefore, are just as refined. He feels like a tool, efficient, but more notably, precise. Even though he hides the glory bestowed upon his face, the blue eye, the one that cries for the other – it became incredible as well. He could not replicate a fierce attack…but it sees life in its most primitive and natural forms.
The words on the page…he knows them all too well.
They are but a distraction now.
His head is down, and he appears to be engrossed in his novel, outside the local bookshop.
No one paid him any attention – he, however, notices every trait about them.
He sees…
Nothing – nothing but a sudden wave of darkness.
''Hi stranger, long time no see–''
Iruka greets playfully, as he pushes down his lover's hitae-ae and kisses his mouth.
Kakashi silently thanks both Iruka and the darkness for the peace they bring to his mind.
-EndE-