Once again, my justification is…I got inspired.
Disclaimer: Nothing.
-Believe-
It was a sad day in Konoha. Not only was it raining, but there was a funeral. Most of the town presented itself to mourn. Another name was added to the tragic list of fallen heroes. There were far too many. They lost another soul and soldier for the future of the village.
Hatake Kakashi, the head stone read but only blurry eyes could read it.
Team seven had gathered; the funeral was for their sensei. They lost a teacher, a friend, a powerful ninja, and a pillar in the village. He had gone to meet his father, his own master, and his freedom. He left too many people behind. They bit their lips, sobbed, and held each other up, as they too wanted to fall.
Death had taken him too soon. Another hero was stolen. And another face disappeared. This time, there were no masks, or clouds of smoke. There was pain, anguish, and tears of burning sadness.
But there was still honor and pride. The respectable paid their respects. Kakashi would never be forgotten.
Sakura promised in her speech, of grief and mourn, that the Copy-nin would live forever. She broke down in front of the many other sad faces. Their Hokage, racked with despair, helped the poor girl away from the podium.
Sasuke stood, tears rolling from his red eyes, in his teacher's jacket, even though it was a little big. He was a jounin now, and entitled to wear the attire. He spoke a few words to the casket and left the remnants of an orange book atop the surface.
Naruto collapsed to the ground doubled over the lid, a small barrier between he, and his sensei, compared to the separation of life and death. No, he cried out, no. No. No. Strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist, and pulled him into a comforting embrace.
He sobbed against Iruka. The chuunin looked far worst than the sobbing male in his arms. There were creases under his eyes, dark, red, and his lips were cracked. He kept biting on them, and crying.
''Iruka…are you okay?''
''I should be the one asking that.'' Iruka tried lightly.
''Something's wrong…what's wrong?''
Some thing was wrong. Someone was…dead. Someone…
''Some things are best left underneath.''
Iruka glared painfully at the casket.
You're underneath now, Kashi…and I'm all alone here. You're…gone. Why? Why did you leave me alone? I can't…I can't do this. I can't even cry. I have to wipe up everyone else's tears, when my own…I should tell him why I'm crying. Maybe someday, I will, Kakashi. I'll tell Naruto…I'll tell him that you and I…
No one's going to believe me.
You and I…together?
Me and you…an item?
I believe in us.
Even if you're dead…
-EndE-
So yeah…there really wasn't much of a plot. This is just a jumbled mass of words trying to coherently convey a plot and or possible meaning. I didn't find either. Did you guys have any luck?