Buzz… Buzz…

A young male groaned slightly at the sound of his phone vibrating on his bedside table. He was unsure of what time it was but it felt insanely early. Buzz...Buzz… Was someone actually calling him at this time? Or were they just text messages. Either way, he had to shut the phone up and fast. Letting out an irritated sigh, the male reached over and pulled his phone off the table. The screen itself wasn't lit up, but there was a flashing green light in the left hand corner, meaning those buzzes were from text messages. Without thinking, the male pushed the button to turn on the screen, only to let out a bit of a yelp as the bright screen blinded his tired eyes. After fumbling with the device for several minutes, he finally go the brightness to turn down so he could read the messages without causing any more harm to his eyes. The messages were from his friend Tenzou.

"Dammit Ten...it's 6:30 in the fucking morning…" The male growled to himself as he slowly looked over the messages.

Tenzou: Good morning, senpai!

Tenzou: Are you ready for school? It's the start of our junior year!

He let out a groan and threw the phone down on top of his covers. He couldn't believe he had forgotten that school was starting today. Not like it mattered to him. Nothing really mattered to him anymore. Three years ago, he had lost his father in a horrible accident, well it wasn't really an accident. It was a flat out murder. His father had been the head of a gang known as the White Wolves and he himself was known as the White Fang, the leader of their 'pack'. That night, he and his father had been making their way back home with the small amount of people that followed them when they were suddenly jumped by an unknown group. While his father fought them off with the others, he had been forced to hide. He watched it all happen. Within minutes their men were down and his father had been on his knees with a gun to his head. He watched the trigger get pulled and saw his father fall to the ground. After the mysterious men had left, he had made his way out of hiding and hurried to his dying father's side.

'K-Kakashi...this is it, son… No matter what, you must stay alive...you're all that's left now… Get out while you can and don't ever get involved with work like this again… I-I'm sorry my son…'

Those words were the last thing his father had said to him, and as much as Kakashi hated to admit it, he did not follow his father's last wishes. He remained the loner of the White Wolves. He never joined up with another gang but also never stopped stealing from people, threatening them, or whatever else he could manage to do. The only thing he never did was ne never killed anyone. He didn't plan on ever killing anyone.

After a few more minutes of sitting around on his bed, Kakashi finally got himself up and started getting ready for school. He didn't want to go if he had to be honest but he had a feeling if he didn't show up, then Tenzou would find him and scold him for not coming to school. That was something he definitely wanted to avoid.

The teen rubbed his dark eyes tiredly as he made his way over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of torn up black jeans that had a white paw print on the right thigh and a loose fitting grey shirt. The paw print on his pants was the symbol of his gang. He also had gotten the symbol tattooed on his left arm just below the shoulder. He knew his father would be frowning upon it but Kakashi wasn't about to just abandon the name of his gang. White Wolves would live forever as long as he was alive and breathing. Once he pulled the clothes on, he slipped on a pair of socks and black combat boots. Satisfied with his appearance, he walked back to his bed, grabbed his phone and made his way into the bathroom so he could run a comb through his silver locks. He only spent about five minutes in the bathroom but still made sure to take the extra time to look over his overall appearance. There were bags under his eyes, but that was normal. He hadn't gotten a full night's sleep ever since the night his father was killed. The rest of his face was fairly pale, his jawline was sharp and under the left side of his bottom lip was a small birthmark, one that his father always said he inherited from his mother.

"Guess I should get going…" Kakashi said in a lazy tone. He turned off the bathroom light and made his way downstairs. He decided to skip on breakfast since he wasn't feeling particularly hungry. Instead he went over and grabbed his backpack off the floor. He checked the front pocket where his wallet normally stayed. After he confirmed it was in its rightful spot, Kakashi threw the worn black bag over his shoulder, grabbed his keys and went out the door to make the thirty minute walk to school.

He took his time walking toward Konoha High. He didn't really care if he showed up late or not. Heck, he didn't care if he missed his entire first class. The only class he really liked was his study hall where he could read in peace or do whatever else he wanted. He was already positive that this year wouldn't be any different than his previous years. His homework wouldn't get done, or at least not done well. He'd pick fights, skip class, whatever he wanted. All he did was make sure he could pass the classes with the lowest grade possible. He didn't care if he went to college, he didn't even really care if he finished high school or not. He was only going now for the entertainment. He honestly hoped that something interesting would happen this year but with his luck, it'd be the same as every other year.

Completely boring…