satu – sesulam mimpi
Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto
Kakashi woke up with a shuddering jolt.
His heart was thumping madly in his ribcage. The ghosts haunted him, in his nightmares, in his waking dreams. It's Obito's broken body. Rin's broken ribcage. His father's broken eyes. Minato-sensei and Kushina-san's broken smiles. All which are always accompanied with accusing stares that made his breath caught in his throat. He couldn't breathe. He clawed his face in panic as he tore the mask away. It's his fault that they are dead, isn't it? Because Kakashi can't keep his comrades alive. Because everything he touched and loved always burned and shriveled and die. He is a trash, and always had been. An unberable weight crushed his soul as he remembered his broken promise to Obito.
"Protect Rin, please."
...and he killed her by his own hands instead.
He heard somebody's broken sobs as he stumbled desperately towards the sink. No matter how many times he tried to scrub his hands, Rin's blood still can't be washed away.
Kakashi cried and Kakashi cried.