Offer
Summary: (Sort of) Songfic to Offer, by Alanis Morissette. Duty might be all Kakashi has left, but to what end?
Spoilers: None, unless you take this seriously.
Sticky Note: Written in response to another fic; I wrote this in about forty minutes again. (Not at midnight, though! yay!) As for the song, I love it—but I think I changed a word, so I'm sorry! (And sorry it's short, again.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the song.
Genre: General, Tobi theory, songfic, augh!
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Primarily, he was dead.
As priority, he couldn't die.
Call it a curse, but the field-ed stance on shi ended four minutes before he arrived, and four minutes after the scarecrow left the room—time enough for one final inborn apology. The kind that no one ever liked—especially coming from Kakashi.
And how—how dare I rest on my morals?
As priority, she watched his movements.
Primarily, he didn't care.
Call it a leftover curse, but the field-ed stance on meiyo began with a suicidal tantou and would probably end that way at some point—provided he hasn't learned from all of his mistakes yet. The kind of mistakes he'll be happy and well-expected to make.
How dare I ignore an out-stretched hand?
Primarily, he was bounding.
As priority, he was alive.
Call it confusing, but the field-ed stance on ai began with an ani's intuition and ended with the otouto who never really gave a damn in the first place. In effect, the little group named Team 7 negated that position for a while, and Kakashi wasn't about to give up the spirit now. That kind of spirit he learned from Naruto.
How dare I ignore a third-world country?
As priority, it's dangerously high.
Primarily, it's a precarious country.
Call it an adventure, but the field-ed stance on amé ended almost thirty years and two thunderstorms ago. And besides, who says some roads lead there? So it's not that dangerous, is it Lady Tsunadé? Surely not for the sake of two tortured men. The kind that no one loved.
Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable?
And is it my job to be self-less extraordinaire?
And my generosity has me disabled by this—
My sense of duty to offer.
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By Reg