A/N: This is just a random little fic that I wrote in order to pull myself out of a depressing writers'/artists' block.... And to put my goddamn inspiration to rest so I wouldn't be falling asleep during some standardized testing. . Kakashi obviously doesn't belong to me. He is property of Masashi Kishimoto (? I'm too lazy to look it up. . ), and umm... enjoy. .
Stillness.
That is all that is left.
Hatake Kakashi sits outside alone in the dark. Legs crosses, hands resting on his knees... his one uncovered eye turned upwards. A sigh escapes his lips, sinking into the dark fabric of his mask. The only remnant is a small cloud of steam rising up into the night air.
It's dark.
Always dark, Kakashi thinks as he watches the last few buildings in Konoha extinguish their lights. Only faint black shapes can be seen against a deep black sky...
Kakashi does not leave his place; his raised hillside just outside the village... a small island amidst a sea of darkness where the stars still shine.
Slowly, hesitantly, the jounin reaches up to the forehead protector slanted over his face. Slow careful fingers unmask the Sharingan, and Kakashi confronts the heavens with both eyes open. A small sad resemblance of a laugh escapes his clothed lips.
"No matter how many times I try..." he whispers softly, "I cannot obtain this brilliance...."
He closes his eyes and remembers. He does not speak until much later.
"How?" he asks, his strong voice nearly breaking. "How do you keep such light amongst the darkness?"
The stars do not answer.
Kakashi slips his forehead protector back over his eye and stands. A breeze quickly winds about the hilltop before disappearing into the trees. The Konoha ninja inhales once before turning and following the path back down to the village.
He wonders if there is any light left in his darkness.
Fin
A/N: Probably my shortest fic evar. . Anyways.... Yeah.... I don't think it's too god myself, but please, let me know what you think. holds out the collection tin