The rain fell hevely on the streets of konoha. All of the people were inside, sleeping or spending time with their families. All except for one. Kakashi Hakte.
Kakashi walked down the street, letting the rain soke trough his cloths and numb his body. It was a nice feeling to be numb. Kakashi had realised a while back that being numb was one of the best feelings ever, it didn't require him to be alert of think, just feel.
Despite his love for the rain there was one thing that he absolutely hated about rain: It made him remember.
He remembered that it was raining the night that he had come home to see his father in the floor, unmoving. He was young then, true, but he was not naïve he knew that the man he looked up to was gone, he had also known what that had meant. He was the last of the Hakte's.
He remembered that it was also raining when he had first killed. There had been an enemy ninja that had seen him on a mission and has decided to eliminate the competition. He had dealt with the man with deadly efficiency and had impressed his team-mates with his dedication to the mission. He had appeared to be completely content with the idea of taking another human life for a higher cause. But that night, when he was alone in his now-empty house, Kakashi had crawled into the corner of his fathers room and watched as his hands shook and the stains of the mans blood on his sleeves began to blur.
Kakashi remembered that it was raining during Obito's memorial. He had stood there, impassive, simply staring at his friends name on the memorial stone. He did not cry, ninjas did not cry. A week after the memorial he had joined ANBU and had been responsible for the slaughter or over half of the enemy.
Kakashi hated the rain and as he stood there, in the desolate streets of konoha, looking up at the sky, he could not help but think the one line that seemed to have been repeating in his head since that day when it seemed that his life fell apart.
It should have been me