A complicated, painful and mysterious past, which should never be burdened to a young child or anyone for that matter, shrouded itself around a certain man. A man that kept his closest friends at an arm's length in order to save himself the heart ache of losing them to the Shinobi lifestyle. But it never worked.
Despite this person's efforts he always felt weighed down by guilt and pain at losing a loved one, it affected him deeper than anyone could imagine yet he could forget his troubles when it came to putting himself on the line for his village. His existence was to serve his Hokage and his village without hesitation; his way of repenting for his past mistakes.
Described as a hardened Shinobi veteran with a mop of silver hair and mismatched eyes of red and black. He wore the standard green flak jacket, accustomed to that of Konoha's Jounin and his leaf hitai-ate tied at an angle to cover his left eye. The more curious feature of his attire being the navy mask he wore to cover his face, a metaphorical and physical representation of his want to stay in the shadows, unknown.
Kakashi Hatake.
Rain poured profusely, soaking the Ninja known to have copied and mastered over 1000 jutsu. He had no idea how long he had been standing at the memorial grounds where he so frequently visited.
He was just staring at the names of his deceased companions, losing all track of time, plagued with his thoughts of guilt and regret. He concentrated on a single drop of rain that had seeped and dispersed into the crack of a certain name carving, seeming to step out of his trance; he gently crouched at the foot of the stone pillar and affectionately traced the engraved calligraphy with a rough finger.
"Old friend" Kakashi whispered gently, beginning the one of many one-sided conversations, letting his head droop.
He realised to himself that it was night time, the sky had progressed from a dull blue to a blanket of grey and finally a navy coverlet of rain clouds, signalling he had been there for quite some time.
Giving in to the cold, he gently retreated from the grounds, saving his conversation for another time.