Oh, why are you so sad? Another pointless thingy, because I don't know. I just can't stop feeling bad about Obito. And Kakashi. But mostly Obito. So I wrote about Kakashi, fuck my logic.

Untitled.

The war is over. That, at least, is a certainty. But there are lots of things that Kakashi doesn't understand, doesn't fully comprehend. Some incorrect vibrations coming from afar. Or maybe he is the one whose vibrations feel wrong. This is just another part of what he doesn't understand. Just another thought he can hear grating somewhere in his mind.

He has buried himself within the forest, hiding in the shadow, making sure he can't see the sky anymore. He is used to sadness, and nostalgia, and guilt, and remorse. These feelings were his sole companions when everybody else was gone – dead. No, gone. Some werenot dead. They are, now. Probably. He can't be sure. This is one of the reasons why he feels so, so wrong. He thought Obito was dead, when he was not. He finds himself unable to acknowledge the fact that Obito is dead, when he is. Definitely. Isn't he?

It hurts terribly. Being ripped out, twice. More sadness, more nostalgia, more guilt, more remorse. And, somehow, he has managed to slip into a comfortable, apathetic state. Pain must be the best anesthetic out here. Everything else, aside from this pain, is not vivid enough to be real. Therefore, not real enough to matter. Maybe he does know there are people around who are scared, worried. Maybe he doesn't. Kakashi doesn't care about what he knows.

So he runs and hides, away from everything. He has decided to search all over the world to be sure Obito isn't just waiting for him somewhere. Would he be waiting? Had he been waiting, all this time, when he was supposed to be dead? Had he expected Kakashi to show up and drag him out of Madara's nasty business? Have you been hating me the whole time? In the depths of the forest, Kakashi likes to lull himself into thinking that Obito wanted to see him dead because he knew what was going to happen. Because Obito knew he would die. This delusional thought makes him smile.

Obito was nowhere to be found, though.

Kakashi has buried himself within the forest, and he is happy as long as he can't see the sky. Here, he has created a brand new world, coated in sorrow and illusion. He doesn't know he is crying, and wonders where the rain is coming from. Wonders why the rain never stops, although he has taken shelter. He has tried to speak to his memories, tried to reach his own version Obito that should have been living in his mind. In vain. He has lost all tracks of the man. So, he spends his time creating another one, hoping this will make the loneliness and the fear creeping in his heart disappear.

But it's wrong, always wrong. Obito would never smile this way, he would never brush Kakashi's skin this way, he would never take him this way. And that rains that keeps pouring from an invisible sky... When will it stop? Everything feels so wrong, even though he tears his world to shreds over and over again.

Eventually, he gives up. There is nothing else to do. It's all gone.

Kakashi speaks in silence the words only silence can hear, and that he won't ever be told.