Disclaimer – I own none of Masashi Kishimoto's works or his characters. This is purely a non profit piece of writing.

I also don't own the song Evil Angel by Breaking Benjamin.

Summary – Kakashi has always been the strong one who everyone turns to when they are in need but now the tables have turned and he suddenly finds himself in need of a helping hand.

Chapter 1

The key slotted easily through the slightly rusty apartment door lock and gave a satisfying click which signalled the door was now open. The shinobi outside said door however simply stood staring at the tiny hole in the right hand corner, making no move to actually open the door and return home. His kunai grey eyes were glazed over in a vacant expression that betrayed nothing of his emotions or thoughts, they were just empty. Devoid of life. Which to the trained shinobi eye actually gave away more about his real feelings than any look of agony or sadness could have ever done. To the trained shinobi, Kakashi may as well have been a red flag with the letters 'institutionalising needed ASAP' scrawled in ten foot high bogey green letters, that was how obviously in need of help this boy of 14 was.

There was only one problem and that was the distinct lack of shinobi in this particular apartment complex, and civilians tended to be snuggled in bed at this ungodly time of morning. So it was that a 14 year old boy who was suffering was simply allowed to go on home with no supervision to take care of himself as best he could.

'Sheesh I can't even open a door without turning into a zombie, how the hell am I supposed to function now he's left me?'

A shadow of anger suddenly darkened Kakashi's cute little face making him look every bit the trained assassin he really was, but he sure didn't feel like an assassin should right now. No, instead he felt weak, useless, a burden and a danger to everyone he came into contact with and he still couldn't open the freakin' door!

He shouldered his door hard in anger trying to snap himself out of his pathetic state but only managing to break his door so he could only close it to behind him. He sighed and ran his now shaking hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down. His little emotional outburst had relieved none of his anger but had fractured the desperately precise control he had maintained up until this point on his emotions, and that didn't sit well with him at all.

'I need to get a grip on myself if I'm going to get through this. I'm getting nowhere by just snapping and storming my way through inanimate objects that have nothing to do with how shit I feel right now. All I need to do is act like everything's normal and I'll get through this, and for starters I could really use a bath.'

He mumbled the last part out loud to himself as though by sounding it out he could make himself go and do it. After all that was his normal routine when he got back from a mission, give report, go home, get washed and go to sleep... so why did he find himself now in his bedroom staring at his team photo? There was nothing different about the photo after all, same people, same small coffee stain right along the bottom.

'No it's not the same this time.' He thought while his eyes finally began to well up with tears of rage and pure agony.

'It's not the same when you're no longer with us OBITO!'

He shouted Obito's name with his head thrown back to the ceiling. He screamed Obito's name like he had never screamed before and it was as though the mask that had been carefully in place ever since Obito's death had shattered and he was only now realising that his best friend was really gone forever. Kakashi suddenly became a wild animal in that moment uncaring for his personal possessions or for his own safety. His few treasured belongings were thrown out of windows with the strength of a bear, the tinkle of shattered glass like discordant music to his ears. He screamed and punched the walls and floor hard enough to leave cracks and mini craters until his whole apartment resembled a piece of Swiss cheese. The boy trapped in the body of this wild animal became dimly aware of screaming that was not his own and he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Some of the voices rang out clear from the white noise and he vaguely acknowledged what they were shouting.

"Get help now! Call the hokage! Call his sensei! Call anyone just stop him from hurting himself!"

Kakashi simply growled when he felt four pairs of hands trying to restrain his limbs and body and shook them off as though getting rid of an irksome fly. In his rage he had become stronger than usual from the adrenaline pumping through his veins and these people were mere civilians, no match for Hatake Kakashi. After he felt his fist connect with someone's jaw and fresh blood added to the stuff already coating his skin the attempts to restrain him seemed to stop and Kakashi couldn't have been happier. This was how you were supposed to react when a friend died, not pretend everything's ok and try to live life, not when that friend is Obito Uchiha.

Tears were streaming down Kakashi's face like a fast flowing river now they were uncontained and he noticed through the red haze that they were mixing with the blood on his face, blood he was pretty sure did not belong to the civilians. He realised then that his apartment wasn't the only thing taking a beating around here, even now he found a kunai was in his hand and he seemed to be slashing furiously at his own leg. With a jolt of panic he tried to regain control over his own body but found he couldn't he was simply too far gone to the animal that had taken over. The voice of reason no longer controlled Kakashi, this was a machine running solely on instinct alone, driven over the edge by one final blow to his already tattered life. With a small smirk he thought to himself.

'At least they can't ignore this. Now they'll know I wasn't joking when I said I needed help! I warned them didn't I? Now this blood is on their hands!'

"FILTHY LIARS! NO GOOD SACKS OF SHIT! None of you cared and now look... now look."

He suddenly collapsed into a crumpled heap on the floor exhausted and broken. Maybe it was the bloodloss or maybe his body had simply let go of the rage and given in to the tremendous misery inside of him finally. Kakashi just wanted to die. So when he saw a pair of ocean blue eyes surrounded by a golden halo he knew someone up there had granted his wish and sent him an angel to take him to heaven. At least he knew he was going to heaven now as that had always been one of his greatest fears, not knowing whether he was destined for paradise or to burn eternally in hell. Since yesterday though he felt sure he would burn for the sin of allowing his best friend to die, so it came as an enormous relief to be proved wrong for once.

As he felt a pair of strong arms lift him from the floor he summoned the last of his strength to mumble quietly.

"Open your wings... evil angel."

Then the world went black.

A/N – Ok as you can tell I'm not very good at this yet so I'm open to any and all advice and constructive criticism you may have. Please let me know what you think and I'll strive to improve as best I can.

The short length of chapters is owing to the fact I can't really be saving angsty stuff like this on my computer so I only have a few hours to get a chapter written, checked and posted so I'm sorry about this. On a slightly better note I have very long weekends so updates are guaranteed to be regular which I think makes up for this slightly.

Anyway stay tuned for chapter 2!