Title: Eggplants
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of it's charaters
Summary: Like every other child, Kakashi had hated vegetables
Like every other child, Kakashi had hated vegetables.
Therefore, one night, when he saw three pieces of soggy brown things floating in his soup, it was understandable that he had been weary of touching it.
Sakumo's loud slurp had broken Kakashi out of his reverie, and he had watched in horrified fascination as his father slurped the soggy bit of vegetable into his mouth in one go. Watched as the older Hatake closed his eye to savor the taste of the eggplant before he finally chewed and swallowed.
Surely no vegetable could taste THAT good.
Curious, Kakashi had snagged a piece of eggplant from his own miso soup and gently placed it on his tongue before promptly spitting it out. Sakumo had laughed at his son's disgusted expression before reaching over to ruffle the child's hair.
Kakashi never did finish his eggplants after that, and Sakumo had made sure to not buy them for dinner the next evening.
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Dinner that night had consisted of miso soup with three pieces of eggplants within.
Kakashi hadn't complained, nor had he made a face as he chewed the soggy vegetables in his mouth.
On the other end of the table, his father had been wearily sipping his soup. His eyes were unfocussed and his shoulders were slumped dejectedly.
Kakashi hadn't looked up as his father suddenly pushed his plate aside and left the kitchen. Finishing his own soup, the young boy had simply gathered the rest of the soup and dumped them in the fridge, along with the rest of the soup from the days before.
It was not his father's fault that he kept forgetting what he had made the previous evening.
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Kakashi had stood at the vegetable rack for a good twenty minutes before the owner finally got fed up and told him to either buy something or leave. The six year old had frowned at the admonishment and carefully pointed to some carrots and lettuce.
Just as he had been handed his purchase, something caught the young chuunin's eye. And after a brief internal debate, the boy had lifted his hand and pointed for some eggplants too.
Once he got home, Kakashi had turned the stove on, and did his best to ignore the whines from the next room while he stirred the eggplants into the soup.
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Kakashi didn't like eggplants. Yet he didn't know why he kept buying them every time he went to the market. Nor did he quite understand why he kept brewing the miso soup, complete with the three eggplants his father loved so much.
Staring at the empty seat in front of him where a second bowl soup was placed, the young chuunin felt his chest give a painful pang. Slowly finishing his own soup, Kakashi reached over the table and pulled the second bowl towards him. Kakashi may not like eggplants, but his father sure did.
His father had also told him to never waste food.
And since his father was not there to finish the soup, Kakashi would finish it for him.
END
A/N: I've always wondered how some authors always portrayed Kakashi as an eggplant miso soup fan from when he was little, and decided to try something different. And since I practically live for angst, there has to be at least some in the story. Goes to show what a crazy person I am huh? Who the hell writes angst when writing about EGGPLANTS of all things.
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Yotada