Repetition
Kakashi has been pierced and grazed and sliced through with a katana and a wakizashi, a tanto and a kodachi. There is nothing with an edge that he has not felt, or when speaking of alcohol, tasted.
He has been through the ringer and thrown for a loop, he's been around the block and knows a teenage boy's inner workings. There was a time when he, too, was a teenager.
There was a time when promises were not binding, a time when he consumed so much alcohol his words were scarcely remembered. There was a time when he acted without thinking, when he broke the rules before ever knowing them.
There should be a time and a place for everything, and as he watches Naruto sit alone on the swing, he knows that the kid has felt more than his fair share.
Author's Notes: My, have I gotten creative with these titles lately. x3