Just something I want to do after reading a couple fanfics. All Naruto characters are not mine. All characters go to their rightful creator.
It was an especially cold winter this year.
The wind howling, snow covering everything in its path, darkness making everything look deserted and empty. No one was outside except for one former Leaf Ninja who lost everything.
Hatake Kakashi was a good man. He did whatever he could to make sure everyone was okay.
He sat outside beside a dumpster with only a backpack full of clothes and his belongings. He wore a white, flithy shirt with only a thin black sweater to keep him warm through the night. In all honesty, he was freezing.
Thick, worn out boots covered his numb feet with flithy black sweats over his thin legs. A small tin bucket with only a few coins sat beside him, along with a larger carbord box filled with other belongings he had.
Kakashi was quivering from his now aching, almost numb flesh. He began to slowly close eyes, remembering the time when he had a bed to lay down in and food on the table.
~Flashback~
Kakashi had just checked out from the hospital once his broken leg and severe poisoning had healed.
It had been six months since he went on his last mission. It was also six months that he had gone without any payment for missions.
With what he had, Kakashi was able to pay off his hospital bills. But unfortunately, he wasn't able to pay his rent bill, forcing the landlord to evict him.
Kakashi lost all his money, he couldn't afford new weapons or ninja uniforms which led him to be fired as a ninja. He was forced to live on the streets, where people would stare and mock him.
" What happened to the legendary Copy Ninja?!, Worthless peice of trash!, and Aww, poor baby has no where to go!" Were just some of the horrible things they would say.
~End Of Flashback ~
It's been three hard months since day. The coldest winter in 59 years was upon them.
Families with the comfort of their beds and a nice warm fire were all cozy in their house. All Kakashi had were the clothes on his back and a single blanket that was given to him by a kind young girl.
Kakashi's hair was matted and dirty, skin was oily but cold, and he was filthy. Forced to dig through the garbage for scraps of old thrown out food and items to just help him survive.
Kakashi shivered and let out soft whimper. He longed for somewhere to call home.
As he thought of the strange man that had came the other night and beat him senseless, he began to shut his eyes. All he could think of was the man who beat him until a large gash had been cut into his side by a sharp metal pole the man used.
" Why are so many bad things happening to me...?" Kakashi thought as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
There you have it. The first chapter. Stay tuned to find out what happens! Bye!