In his last moments of consciousness
"Ka…k…Kakashi…"was the last thing Hatake Kakashi heard. Opening his eyes, the dark silhouette of a child stood before him. His borrowed sharingan's limit had far been reached long ago, and now he had to pay the price. His left socket was burning, as if a red hot poker had being forcefully rammed through to singe the very nerves, and was about to burst in to flames at any moment. Sharp pain was searing throughout his body, forcing his muscles to spasm at the slightest whisper of wind, and he found himself shaking.
The pain in his eye was searing and the sharingan inside felt still foreign, blinding him in episodes. His vision was still blurred and he squinted in an effort to make out the dark silhouette before him. "Ka…k…Kakashi…"the word was spoken ever so quickly, ever so softly, but the gentlest of the current bought them to the edge of his ears.
It was times like this in which he wished his mind would cease to be so keen; as his body hung in fatigue, his subconscious never dulled. And he had trained it himself to be this way. And in that moment of a few precious seconds, he regretted it all.
"Ka…k…Kakashi…" the one word, spoken with such serenity, such reverence, still failed to conceal the jarring surprise which flitted through to every last syllable-hardly noticeable to any except the boy who the word was meant for.
The soft, sweet voice of the girl cut through him clean like a blade, piercing his stoic control over his body and emotion. "Ka…k…Kakashi…" was the last sound the girl could manage to stutter, and each syllable impaled the boy, causing more pain than the war had ever inflicted on him.
"Ka…k…Kakashi…"the voice, finally breaking his trance, forcibly plunged him into awareness. He could feel his chakra, now weak and inconsistent, fluctuate within his every vein. He could feel it pooling around his outstretched right arm hovering before him. Electricity rippled throughout his body, concentrating at his fingertips, causing his ears to crinkle at the continuous, cackling sparks erupting from the pinpointed energy.
For a moment, he was blinded not by the glow of oscillating blue but the colour of red in his one remaining opened eye. The red pool in his eye and clouded his vision once more before spilling out, and the feeling of thick hot liquid trickling down his face was foreign to him. Then, he had no idea the sight of red in his eyes, and the feeling of blood rolling off his cheeks would become a norm.
"Ka…k…Kakashi…"
Sense returned to him soon after, the familiar voice alarming him as it hung eerily in the air. As he opened his eyes once more, the red still spilling out from his sharingan eye, he was greeted with the face of Rin Nohara.