Kakashi ficlet, written at 2 in the morning as I ignored by social psych readings. This is the first songfic I wrote but instead of the typical format where the lyrics are separate from the narration, here they're incorporarted. I do hope you enjoy it!! (Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol)
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If I just lay here…would anyone come to find him eventually? The great Copy-Nin Hatake Kakashi, defeated, nearly dead, bleeding with no one around. He laughed. Who woulda thought? Who would ever thought that he'd get the crap beat outta him in the middle of kami-knows-where in the middle of the night with rain pelting his face and mud clogs forming at his feet…. He laughed at the skies, at the stars, he pulled his mask down and laughed at whoever put him in this state.
Would you lie with me… and tell him that it would be okay? He needed someone to tell him he would live but the stupid ear piece went out miles ago. He hasn't heard voices in hours. What ever happened to the others? Kami, they better still be alive, someone has to go back to Konoha and inform the hokage. Someone has to tell the kids… tell Naruto that he wouldn't be comin' back and he has to fight with all his strength. Someone has to tell that boy to open his heart up to Sakura. That girl… Someone has to tell her, too, to calm down a bit. You're never gonna get a boy by beating him up. Just not a good flirtation strategy!! And to tell Kurenai that he had a dream that Asuma came to him and wanted him to Kurenai he was still watching her, still lookin' out for their kid and Shikamaru. Kakashi needed someone here to go find Iruka and tell him he hid a birthday present for him under his classroom desk. It was summer break, he wouldn't be going in there for any reason. He wanted to throw the man a private party. Just in celebration of their friendship.
And just forget the world…and all the pain and pressure that was pushed on him for being in ANBU. That ruined his mentality. Made him hard as a rock, his heart had turned to solid ice.
The blood was slowing now and he closed his eyes. He thought that he saw movement, that he heard a voice, that he heard his name. But it was probably just a dream, a delusion of his mind to lie to him, make him think he was going to live. Nah… few bones were broke and an artery torn. He was numb. And all he really saw in his mind's eye were their faces and their touches and their smiles fading into darkness.