Chapter 1
The violent rustling of scrunched documents could be heard throughout the entire apartment complex. It had been going on for over two hours now, and he was sure that if there had been other occupants in his apartment, he/she would have indefinitely set those god-for-saken papers ablaze. But luckily for Kakashi, he lived alone.
Many say that it's what he prefers and the former ANBU often leads others to believe just that. What with his quiet demeanor and masked face, one would think he loathes company. Not that they're entirely wrong though because very few know Hatake Kakashi as person deep down. Sure, his peers are aware, if only faintly, of the tragedies of his past but only a handful are comprehensive of the toll it's taken on Kakashi as a man. As a human.
"Damn it." Kakashi resisted the urge to slam his fists down for the umpteenth time that day. Besides, why should his poor coffee table suffer the aftermath of a long day of hard work and no results? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. How can someone just disappear off the face of the Earth like that? Kakashi's eyebrow would not stop twitching at the sheer frustration of it all. This mystery was, unfortunately, proving far too difficult to solve, even for a man of such high caliber, much like Kakashi. But to his dissatisfaction, he could not ask anyone for assistance. It's times like these where I wish I had let someone in on it. It's far too late for that now. No one's going to agree to something this incredulous.
Deciding to settle in the for the night, Kakashi took a moment to stand up and just stretch. A cacophony of popping noises filled the silence of his apartment, shortly followed by a cat like mewl. As a last attempt to draw out results, Kakashi decided to go over his notes just once more before shelving them away for the night. Glancing at the first page of his notes, he found that he could no longer continue reading. His one exposed eye was glued to the name printed before him, and the nostalgia of the name had thrust him back into a painful past that he did not have the energy to reminisce. In a way that made him feel guilty, even if it was momentary, because he felt that he had just dishonored his lovers precious memory.
Fujimoto Mizuki. Where exactly are you?
A/N: I should have mentioned this earlier, but this is actually a chapter story and not a one shot. I know, really short chapter. But I'm still working on the second one ad hopefully that one will be longer and far more detailed. Although, if you're looking for instant action, you won't find it here. I'm going to ease my way into the plot so that it can be understood better. :)
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