Drip…drip…

He coughed slightly as the dust started to settle. Slowly…painfully…he opened his eyes.

Drip…drip…

The sound of blood hitting the debris beneath him.

His blood.

Drip…drip…

"Seems like you really can't move." Pein stared stoically at the dying man before him.

"Were we too late?" Kakashi thought in disbelief, looking around at his fallen comrades.

Drip…drip…

"Seems like you're not a bunshin. Now I'll have you die."

Kakashi willed himself to move, to yell, to scream, to do anything, only to find that he had no strength.

"This is the end."

Drip…Drip…

"No! This isn't happening. I will NOT die like this! I still have so much to do!"

The thought of his team made him gather his strength to try to free himself from his stone prison.

"Earth…my own element…I'm going to die in my own element… "

"Just in case, I'll keep my distance." A nail slowly shifted out of a slab of wood by Pein's feet.

Kakashi's eyes widened.

Drip…drip…

"Know Pein!"

"I can't dodge from this range!" Kakashi struggled with all the little energy that was left in him.

"Just a little more! I WILL NOT DIE LIKE THIS!"

Thud.