Disclaimer:

Supricingly enough, I don't own any of the characters in this fanfic. See you later...

I neither own the song Roger Waters from Pink Floyd.

I love this song I as I listened to the lyrics, this story came to my imagination.


Kakashi closed the door and placed the katana next to the armchair. He threw the ANBU-mask portraying a dog face in a corner and the other mask he pulled down below the chin. He sighted and gazed at the calendar, only to be reminded of things he didn't wanted to remember. The date shone brightly, as if it was red. He didn't need to mark that day on the calendar page. The day he lost a part of himself.

If it hadn't been for him it would never had happened. Ha, jounin and a genius. How did that matter? He hadn't been able to dodge that rock. And Obito had died there, because of Kakashi, because of him. Obito...

Kakashi sighed again and turned his back at the calendar and the memories. He turned on the radio to get something else to think about.

News. War. Death. Like he hadn't got enough of that all ready. He switched canal before the newscaster could finish the sentence.

A pin on the radio showed that he had entered a canal with older songs, the ones you sometimes called old goodies. The intro to a new song was firmly played on an acoustic guitar.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year
,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Kakashi found himself at the front door and with a jacket in the hand. Tears poured down the chin, but he wiped them away with the jackets arm. He was still dressed in the ANBU clothes, with the white security west and the black clothes beneath, but with the jacket and the mask pulled back over the nose, he looked as normal as usual. But that was the least he was thinking about. He had something to visit.

The stone on the training field. The stone with the inscriptions. He had been here many times with the rest of the team. While they had been a team. He shook his head. It was so many years ago, yet it was clear as yesterday.

"I wish you were here..." Kakashi said, as if to the stone.

"But I know that's impossible. You didn't save me and died because I was stupid, or for that was your duty to me, your captain in command." He went silent and looked at the cold stone for some long seconds.

"I will live for you. For Rin. For sensei."

He shaped two fingers to a salute.

"Yo... See you later, Obito!"


I write so poorly... But I needed to make this story, so keep on hating me.