I know what your thinking. Why in the world am I making new stories when I have so many left uncompleted? I'm just stupid that way, but oh well on that one. I gotta explain stuff to your probably huge brains, but it'll only take a few seconds.
This is just a pile of one shots dealing with things. If you have a request, you just tell me the word. Like this one is 'pictures', so it has to do with pictures. I think of how and type it out. Then it gets posted online, and you read it. These are probably going to be stupid one shots, so if no one likes them, I just continue writing them for the hell of it.
Disclaimer: I spy with my little eye…LAWYERS! I told them I didn't own Naruto, but now they've come for me in white suits!
Name: Picture
Memory #: 1
Summary: He lived in pictures, for the world around him didn't seem enough. He lived in their pictures, for the world didn't have them.
Pairing: none. Kakashi centric.
They were no more. Team Seven went after Akatsuki together, and only one of them came back. It was always Kakashi, the hard to kill man. He didn't want to come back to give the news to the village. None of his students deserved to die like that, but they did for the good of the world. He walked through the gates alone, but he felt as if Sasuke, Sakura, and Naruto would come back soon.
The apartments that the three once lived in needed to be cleaned, and Kakashi volunteered to do it alone. He felt like he owed it to them and felt like he was visiting them one last time before they left him completely. The cleaning process was hard on him, but he endured for them. During the cleaning up, he thought about the final battle and their injuries before every part of his body ached from the battle. Age was catching up on him probably. No! He couldn't think like that! Age wasn't something to touch Kakashi, the man who couldn't die.
He threw out everything except for the photographs he found. Sakura had the most with Naruto have the fewest, but they were captured parts of his students' lives that no longer continued. He had a plan for the pictures, and it wouldn't be ruined like some others.
"That's the last one," Kakashi muttered to himself as he tacked up the last picture. He took the spare room of his apartment and hung up every single picture he collected. They weren't in frames and were sometimes in photo albums that were opened on the floor or desk.
After his missions, Kakashi would slip into his picture room and look at his team's memories. He felt as if they were really there, talking about each photo. They lived in pictures, and Kakashi found comfort within them. He found it easy to cope, believing that Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke waited for him in that room. They waited all the time.
When Kakashi came back to Konoha with several serious wounds, he didn't bother going to the hospital. He was dying, and he loved it. Stumbling through his home, he fell in the hallway. The rest of the way, he crawled, and in the room, he rolled over onto his back. He was finally dying. He lived with pictures, so it was fitting he die with them too. Smiling under his torn mask, Kakashi brushed his bloody fingers on the picture of Team Seven after Sasuke came back.
Tsunade looked at the body in the center of the room before looking at the walls. She sighed and shook her head. An ANBU squad was sent out to find Kakashi when his mission report didn't come in, and they found him dead from blood loss in his room of pictures. In some ways, Tsunade knew he had his team's pictures somewhere and looked at them often. The sun and time did its wonders on the fading colors and the dead man. They made this room come back to Kakashi, so he would never be completely alone.
"Get his name on the memorial stone. Let's bury him next to the late Team Seven. He'd like that very much," Tsunade said. The ANBU team got rid of the body and went to get a gravestone made while Tsunade just soon next to the dry blood on the ground. "I feel like I'm looking into their memories. Did you feel like this too? You are now at rest, so go join them. I never saw such a team in my entire life. It was almost strange to look at these pictures because people could think of you as a pervert that liked children. Kakashi, you cleaned out their homes, but who will clean yours?" Tsunade turned and walked out without a fleeting glance at the pictures that cover almost every inch of the wall.
No one was left to clean Kakashi's house out. It was left just like it was when Tsunade left it until four stupid kids stumbled upon it. The blonde haired, blue-eyed boy found the room and looked at all the faded photos. A black haired, dark eyed boy with a pink haired, green-eyed girl and a silver haired dark eyed boy followed him as well. They looked at the one picture that had a little dry blood on the corner but was untouched by the sun and time.
"They look like us!" the blonde shouted. He was smacked by his pink haired companion and grinned. None of them paid attention to the lessons on long dead shinobi, or they would've known about how the Copy-cat Ninja, Hatake Kakashi, lived in photographs and that was his house. They didn't see the silver haired man sitting on the ground, staring at that untouched picture.
Hatake Kakashi lived in photographs, and he never left those photographs behind. People say a picture is worth a thousand words, but Kakashi found one only worth a single word that was more precious than all the riches in the world. It was in an untouched photo with a little dry blood in the corner.
A/n: Review and request. R&R&R! That's the best kind. NOT! If you happen to be fans of my other uncompleted works, I'm sorry! Forgive me and let me kiss the ground you walk on! Please don't abandon hope that one day I'll finish those stories! Thank you for being my fans, which there are so few of you, but I'll live knowing I'm don't a lame write (now at least). More to come someday I hope.