This is my KakaRin fan fiction, I love this pairing, and I'm writing this in hopes that it'll live on in the hearts of Kakashi fans.
It was awfully cold that night, and Kakashi knew it. He wandered into his one bedroom apartment, shivering and muttering under his breath. His cheeks were rosy from the nipping cold, and his skin was covered in goose bumps. Quite unusual, due to the fact that it was beautiful only hours before. Rain sleeked down the windows and outside walls, making little klak noises when it hit off the metal roof.
Kakashi sighed and threw off his vest, leaving him in a black undershirt and his pants. He silently prayed for more warmth, and quietly moved across his living room. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at a small oak frame; there was a picture in the center. He walked over to it, picking it up and removing it from the nail it was hooked to. He brought it closer to his face, letting out another deep sigh.
"Rin, Obito… Minato…" he said quietly from under his mask. He closed his eyes and put it back up on the wall, taking one a last longing glance at it. How he wished they were still here today. He had failed Obito; his promise was sincere yet it wasn't upheld.
The years that they were all separated was too many to count, and they all seemed like an eternity to Kakashi. Each year dragged on and on, never ending. Especially since that day he had lost Rin. She had only gone out for a freaking C rank mission! Kakashi slammed his fist against the wall, remembering the painful memory. He had gotten the news five days after she was supposed to return, and it still stung every time he thought about it. Why her?
A year before
The mission was easy; an escort of an old man back to his home village. Nothing big, but still not that small. Worthy of a C ranking. The expression on Rin's face was as priceless as usual, excited and anxious to get on their way. An old, bent over man stood beside her, face wrinkled with age, plastered in scars from old battles. Kakashi was there to wish them a safe departing, and to say a few words to Rin. The last words that he would ever utter to her.
"Rin, come here." he gestured to her, making her look up and smile brightly. It was always like this, ever since they had been dating for the past four years. He often beckoned her before she left out on a mission, and it was the same thing always. But this time would be a little different.
She bowed towards the elderly man, excusing herself, and trotted over to Kakashi with a broad smile. The purple rectangles on her cheeks indented with the smile, giving her a cute expression. Kakashi loved it.
"What is it, Kakashi?" she asked, looking up at him. She was short, and Kakashi was tall. An odd pairing, and it made him seem like a lolicon pervert; but really they were the same age. He flashed her a small grin, kneeling down to look at her. He was eyelevel with her neck, and she cocked her head at him, looking a little surprised. It wasn't everyday a man got on one knee for you; and it usually meant one thing.
"Rin… I have a small question." he pulled something out of his back pocket, and extracted a small leather box with a silver hinge on the back. Her eyes widened a little, and she looked about ready to fall back. "Will you… marry me?" he asked, looking up at her. His eyes were questioning, the only emotion he showed in public. Other emotions, happiness, sadness, anger, and strife, were left for privacy, and Rin was the only one who usually saw him express these. They lived together, in his apartment. Rin's had burned down a year before.
Rin paused for a moment, taking it in, and threw herself at the gray-haired man. Tears clotted in the corners of her brown eyes, and she squinted tightly.
"Of course I will, Kakashi. No need to ask me twice!" she grinned and planted a huge kiss on his lips. He smiled and returned it, the stood up, helping her up in the process. Obvious happiness glinted in his eye, the only one showing at the moment.
"Good. When you return, we'll have the wedding, okay? We'll invite everyone from the village, and then it'll be perfect. I'll bring you on a secret honeymoon, okay?" he promised, holding her close to his body. She nodded into his chest with a grin, and pulled away from him.
"Kakashi… I gotta get going…" she smiled playfully at him, making him frown. He really wished she didn't have to go.
"Oh right, of course." he smiled, letting her go. "I'll see you when you get back. Prepare for a big surprise, too!" he grinned and stepped back. She wiped her eyes and nodded, turning around.
"I'll be counting the days!" she grinned. She walked back over to the man she was escorting; three other ninja were beside her. They all looked at her questioningly, and she returned a grin at them. Her lips moved as she spoke, and Kakashi could make out, 'it's a secret.'. He smiled and waved them off as they exited the gate of the village hidden in the leaves. He sighed quietly in content, then turned around to go home. Little did he know, she wouldn't be their for the wedding.
A month passed, that was the planned duration of the mission. Kakashi stood by the gate, wearing his usual get up. A wedding was being prepared at the villages' church, and it was no small one either. Kakashi could only have the best for Rin, and he would protect her with all he had. He promised Obito that, and didn't plan on breaking it. Of course, he wouldn't have her dress up. Rin despised dresses, and he wasn't going to make it too fancy. He remembered her talking about how she wanted a wedding like her parents', casual and not too fancy. He would do anything to make her happy.
He looked out into the forest; there was nothing. He smiled inwardly, knowing she would return soon. Though, the anticipation was knawing at his insides. He solemnly wished she would be there now, but kept quiet. No need to rush things.
Before he knew it, it was the next day. He stood by the gate that entire night, awaiting the return of his lover and life long friend. His anxiety grew as the hours passed, and those hours turned into days.
Four days, and still no sign of Rin or her teammates. Kakashi paced the village, and whenever he passed the opening to the village, he always took a second glance. He bit and chewed on his lip, his worry eating him alive. The hours dragged by, seeming like months. He leaned against the fence guarding the village, shutting his eyes. He hadn't slept in those days, as if he could. More hours dragged by, and it was almost night. Kakashi grimaced, knowing the code of times of the missions. If five days passed after the due time of a mission, a search part would be sent out to look for the missing-nin. It usually meant they were deceased, and Kakashi feared the worst.
~The next day~
The search party left only moments before noon, Kakashi not being one of them. The Hokage refused to let him out, reminding him of what he might possibly see. Kakashi stood against the gates once again, letting fear overtake him. He bit his lip in await, not wanting to know what was coming.
Rain poured down, leaving Kakashi soaked. He never really did like the rain, and it was killing him. Rain was a sad memory of loss and regret, and he had a feeling that it would only bring more sadness.
Hours passed again, moving more slowly than ever, and Kakashi stood there the entire time. After about fives hours, around 5 o'clock came, and silhouettes of the search party came over the hill and through the trees. Kakashi squinted against the afternoon sun; they had three more people in the group. He saw none of them had the purple rectangles on their cheeks, or the beautiful brown eyes that Rin possessed. Rin wasn't with them? Kakashi's throat tightened at the sight; where was she!? The wedding had been staying there, the food was put away, the balloons had deflated, and the people had left. The search party and the other members of Rin's team passed him, one of them limping. The old man wasn't there either. One of the members of the search party stopped beside Kakashi and bowed slightly.
"I'm sorry…" he murmured, and handed him a headband. The cloth on it was ripped and bloodstained, and the metal clutch on it was scratched and cut. His eyes widened and he staggered backwards; this wasn't possible. Rin was… gone? The member bowed again and left Kakashi, going back to give the limping Jonin a hand. Kakashi clutched Rin's headband again, feeling the vulnerability take hold of him. He started his walk home; they hadn't even found her body? He walked past the church and looked at it sadly, then walked inside of it and looked around. He sighed deeply, feeling tears well up in the corners of his eyes. This was supposed to be a happy time… He clenched his teeth to keep himself from crying, then sat in one of the pews. He looked down, eyeing the floor. This couldn't happen to her.
One year later
Kakashi passed a small coffee table on the way to his room; on it was Rin's old headband. He didn't bother picking it up, he took a second glance at it and sighed again. He walked into his room, and flopped onto his queen size bed. He looked to the side, out the window. It was still raining.
He sighed again, repositioning himself to his back. No help. He was terribly uncomfortable, and he kept squirming.
The rain sometimes comforted people; it only brought sadness and regret for him.
End