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Rated M: For mature content.
Forgotten Memoirs - Decent
Sharingan
Rocks fell from the sky, a cave in, threatening to extinguish all life that was beneath its descent. Three youths were caught in the landscapes downfall. They all ran for their lives, adrenaline pumping into their systems, nothing but getting out of the death trap on their minds.
This thought was disrupted as one of the fleeing shinobi was struck by a falling rock. Not only did this disorder their escape, it also distressed the other two youths. The one who was clobbered by the debris happened to be the best in their cell. How would they make it out alive if their leader couldn't? They both asked themselves in doubt.
In-between all of this carnage, one single thought flared in defiance:
"I will not let him die!"
Flinging himself into the fray of the wreckage, the inspired youth used his newly attained eyesight to dodge the rocks directly in his path. Weaving in and out of harms way felt easy to the youth, now that he had his new eyes. The young ninja was finally able to look at himself with contentment, because he now knew what it meant to be part of his clan. The infamous Uchiha of Konoha, the elite of the hidden village of the leafs.
With this realization, he also attained on the importance of what he was doing now, before he was selfish, he wanted nothing but to gain strength to prove himself to others. However, that had changed, now he wanted to use his strength to protect the people who meant something, those who he valued. In seconds everything came crashing down.
A grayed haired youth gazed at the dust as it began to settle, his posture transfixed in terror. Hoping beyond all reason that the person he knew was dead would pop out into the clearing unscathed. However, in his gut he could tell that his companion's life was already slipping.
His other teammate was at his side immediately. Her body was shaking so nervously he could feel her from a few feet away. That trembling turned into one of sorrow, and of heart break.
The dust cleared and he could finally see what had happened to the person who he hated the most and cherished at the same time.
"Obito," he trembled to the youth who was crushed by the rocks, "You…idiot!" he yelled, "You said that not following the rules was stupid, and that people who didn't care about their companions were trash!" The youth sunk to his knees and slammed his fists into the ground in pure frustration.
"Kakashi…" The female ninja started, but stopped from the lack of words.
"And…if I had followed your plan from the beginning…all of this could have been avoided!" Kakashi was on the verge of losing it, but didn't. The ideals of the shinobi, that one must never show his emotions in combat; that the mission came before your emotions was ingrained into him. Yet when he looked at his companion's now mutilated body, the mission could go to hell.
"Damn it!" He shouted in frustration, "This is all my fault…what kind of Shinobi am I?"
"No Kakashi….it's ok," Obito coughed from under the giant boulder, "It's alright," he continued.
"Why…did this have to happen?" the Kunoichi asked herself, a silent moment passed as the unanswered questions repeated itself in the young shinobi's minds.
"Kakashi…I've been thinking" Obito said, breaking the silence. "I'm the only one who didn't give you a gift at your Jounin celebration right?" He paused as his companions stared at him in mute shock.
"Don't worry, it's not something like useless trash," Obito said, forming his own conclusion from the weird glares he was receiving.
"You see Kakashi, I would like to give you the Sharingan from my left eye," Obito scarcely heard the Jounin swear, and the Kunoichi sniffle from her impending tears.
"Rin," He directed his voice to the Kunoichi, "Please use your medical ninjutsu to transplant this eye into Kakashi."
When the medical ninja did not move, instead choosing to cry in earnest, Obito became impatient with her for the first time since becoming a Genin-Chunin team.
"Really I don't mind," He said as loudly as his torn body could manage, "Kakashi…I bet all the villagers are saying what a great Jounin you will become, I'd like to see that."
Taking the hint, Rin started preparing the necessary items as she pulled Kakashi to Obito's body. Silently working on the operation she knew would haunt her as long as her heart beat pulsed strong.
Within minutes after the end of the procedure, Obito began his pleading for his teammates to leave his body. All three knew that the Stone ninja who caused all of this was on his way to check for any survivors. However, two of the three shinobi didn't care about said Stone ninja.
Whether they cared or not didn't seem to bother the enemy shinobi. A series of rapid seals were formed and another Doton based ninjutsu was released onto the young ninja's of Konoha. His previous attack only entrapping one of the brats, however; his grin was now apparent. He obviously thought that the other two would not escape his new assault, and die just the same. He only realized his mistake as he felt a well aimed palm touch his chest, his whole body tingled. Then he could feel nothing, like the Konoha ninja buried under the earth.
A sharp pang to the forehead and the Jounin was instantly brought out of the memory induced trance. 'Someone just flicked my forehead…he's going to lose that finger' he mildly thought. And here he was, lying down on the Hogake monument, enjoying the last moments of the day, minding his own business at that.
He wasn't all together happy about the fact of being caught off guard while remembering his friends, even if it did make him rather unhappy. Also, he wasn't happy at being disturbed so easily, usually no one was able to sneak up on him.
Speaking of which, who in Konoha had the nerve to disrupt his sleep. He'd put a kunai through other people's throats for lesser reasons than disturbing his rest. Can one really blame a 10 year old Chuunin for being cranky, sleep deprived, and in the middle of a battle field?
Opening his eyes revealed one of the academy teachers. A specific teacher that seemed to have wormed his way into the Jounin's life.
"You're getting rusty in your old age," The seemingly all around brown Chuunin exclaimed.
"Have you ever considered that you're getting better?" Kakashi said with a frown. The slight blush on the other's cheek prompted the Jounin to reconsider what he was about to let slip, however the other Chuunin did disrupt his resting… "Nah! Couldn't be, after all, you still can't seem to get laid!" The elder of the two dead panned.
Iruka, who was not expecting that come back simply did the first thing that came to his mind, beat the crap out of Kakashi.
"Kakashi, you bastard!" Iruka shouted, and the battle commenced.
Kakashi, being the level of ninja that he was, ended the fight in a matter of minutes. A victorious Jounin now sat on top of a flustered Chuunin.
"I win," he said lazily to the man under him.
"Yeah well…you're still a bastard." Iruka said a grumpiness edge in his voice.
"You know Iruka, you sound just like Naruto," Kakashi said after taking a moment to consider the likeness. He was still sitting on the other man mind you.
Like someone saying something completely inappropriate, and the group becoming completely silent. The two ninja's stopped their bickering, their minds going to the number one unpredictable ninja known as Uzumaki Naruto.
Two years had passed since Naruto had officially started his apprenticeship with the legendary Sannin: Jiraiya. There were many people who missed the young ninja, but none of them seemed to compare to the two who were on top of the Hokage monument, acting like children to say the least. The third person who would normally miss the eccentric blond was currently under going her own training with a Sannin.
"I wonder where he is," Kakashi thought out loud, to no one in particular. Iruka heard him all the same.
Iruka stared at the Jounin, after squirming out of their positions so they could have a proper conversation. He gazed at the Jounin, wondering if the other was trying to make a light discussion after their awkward silence from before. However, once he got a look into the copy-ninja's revealed eye, he could see that Kakashi was lost in his own world. A world of grief, sadness, or just his habit of being bored, the teacher could not tell.
"Where ever he is, I bet he's causing hell for Jiraiya," Iruka mused.
Kakashi hummed a bit as he ran the thought through his mind, remaining silent as he watched the sun set on the village known as Konoha. Thoughts about his subordinate often led to thoughts of his other student. The Sharingan heir, self proclaimed Avenger, and the one who betrayed his village, Uchiha Sasuke.
Thoughts about the two of his students often led to reflections about how powerless he had been on the events of their young shinobi lives. This led him to believe that his own incompetence as a teacher had forced his third student to seek tutelage from Tsunade. In fact, all of his students seemed to think that the great Sharingan Kakashi was so inadequate to give them power, they decided to get said power from other sources. All in all, this type of thinking was very depressing for the ninja.
Iruka could just see the waves of depression radiate from the Jounin. Iruka, being the caring individual that he is, couldn't help but feel that it was his fault that a black cloud of depression now hung over his companion.
"Kakashi, you there?" Iruka asked, trying to snap the other out of his melancholy state. Without the silver haired man answering, Iruka stood up and calmly walked over to the other. Using all his Taijutsu skills he could muster, he was dealing with a depressed Jounin after all, Iruka smacked the back of Kakashi's head firmly, but not hard.
"What the…?" The Jounin rounded on the younger man, glaring at him with all his formidable intimidation skills he could summon.
"That's twice today Kakashi, you really are losing your touch," Iruka playfully mocked, he ignored the death glowers he was receiving, "If you like, we could go out for dinner."
Kakashi stared, staring seemed to be his only communication tool at that moment.
"To you know, talk about our students," Iruka quickly said, trying to cover up the blush that was seeping onto his face.
"It's not Ichiraku, is it?" Kakashi asked from where he was sitting.
Iruka grinned as he offered his hand to help the other up, "You'll see," was all he said.
Two hours later, a pair of overly stuffed ninja's maid their way out of a Yakiniku bar.
"I haven't eaten so much food since I became a Genin," Kakashi mused, as he and his Chuunin companion staggered through the street.
"I don't know how you managed to eat so much, without ever having to remove you mask," Iruka whined, the disappointment of not being able to see the other's face apparent.
"Eating with this thing is easy," Kakashi responded, his visible eye closing into a grin.
The grin disappeared as a loud bird call screeched through the night. There was only one reason why a bird of that species was out during the night, and that was to summon ninjas, in this specific case, that ninja happened to be Kakashi.
The Silver haired shinobi was about to run off to answer the summon, when the bird let out another screech. Kakashi looked a little surprised while his companion gawked.
"Why would the Hogake need to see me?"