Another night in New York, the city who never sleeps they call it, always the sound of cars everywhere, people who walks on the stony street. Maybe the metallic sound of hoof from the police horses sometimes.

Kakashi looked out at the city; the light from the buildings was like stars in the blackness.
This was now the life he lived, alone in a big apartment with 5 rooms and one stair leading up to a small floor that reached over one third of his living room, no walls or rails on the end, so he could see down to the second floor if he wanted to.

Most of all the room´s walls were white but some were covered in dark tree, just for the environment so that he wouldn´t go nuts with all the white around him day in and day out.
The balcony was his favorite place; he lived high enough for the cold wind to hit his body, and tonight was the perfect wind, a calm wind.

Well, now how do you get an apartment like this one in a big city like this one,
well first: He came from a rich family
and two: he got all the money when his parents died in a horrible car crash just one year ago.

He was 18 then, old enough to inherit his parent´s possessions, he only kept the money, a necklace with a small charm formed as ankh on it, and the last thing he kept was the family sword, it´s blade was white, he had asked many experts what kind of metal it was but nobody knew, "never seen anything like it before" they usually said.

He walked inside, shutting the door from the balcony on the way and walked to the kitchen, he opened the fridge and took out a frozen pizza, hard enough to hit someone with and make them unconscious for a while.

He put the pizza in the micro and pushed the start button. The light turned on and it gave away a small sound. He turned on the screen TV while he waited; he zipped the channels one after another just looking what there was to look at,

comedy, horror, adventure, history, and news, nothing that he was in the mood to watch right now. He stopped at a documentary about the second world war and just let it play, not looking at it, only hearing the sound of someone talking in the background.

The beep from the micro could be heard through the whole apartment. He took the pizza and sat down on the cough. The big screen was showing a small film, from an anonym person from that time, the tiger tanks that killed more than hundred persons each day under the war.
He never found it amusing to watch old history of people killing each other. It didn´t change anything now did it?

He laid down on the black cough, just staring up on the roof, slowly feeling sleep take over him. It wasn´t rare for him to sleep there, his bed was almost unused.
He could just imagine that there was a thin layer of dust, almost invincible to the eye, laying on it now. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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Kakashi groaned when his mobile rang. It gave away a horrible 8-bit sound, "rain fall" it had stood when he picked it, but it was not like any rain fall he knew. The high tone fell down to a dark tone then that´s about it.

He looked at the small screen, a picture of a small homeless pug he met on the street one day. Pakkun he named him, the dog always following him where ever he went. He still met him on the street when he comes out from this building.

But that wasn´t important, it was rather who was calling him, anonymous. He looked at it hoping that whoever was calling him would stop, he waited, and waited. Kakashi growled and picked up the phone, and pushed the green button.

"Hello?" He asked. He got an answer fast; the voice was female.

"Hello, are you Hatake Kakashi?" She asked him.

"Yes, who am I talking to?" he scratched his neck with his free hand.

"No time right now, do you have a vehicle?" The woman asked him. Kakashi raised an eye brow.

"Why are you asking?" he walked out on his balcony and looked down on the street, no person in sight.

"Go back inside again, grab your family sword and met me on the street, and please hurry, we don´t want you dead." She said. Kakashi was shocked, how did she know about the sword, and what did she mean with him dead? He walked inside again, and walked in to his bedroom.

There it was hanging on the white wall, making no more use then a decoration. He was on his way to grabb the handle but hesitated.

"Hurry up, they are coming!" The woman screamed in the telephone. He grabbed it and went for the front door. He also grabbed his helmet and keys on the way and went down to the garage. His beloved silver Ducati stood there, the metal shining when the light from the lamp hit it.

He put on his helmet and sat down on the motorcycle, and turned the key. He drive out from the garage and out in the sun light, and the first thing he saw was a black dressed woman, a helmet on her head, sitting on a black Yamaha YZF-R6,

The woman waved her hand and pulled on the gas. Kakashi followed her through the streets when she drove away.

"What the hell is going on?" he thought. Then he heard a bang behind him and a road sign got a small hole in it. His eyes widened. He looked in the rear-view mirror and saw a black car driving after him. He speed up a little so that he was almost driving next to the woman, his only thought was: "Oh Shit!"