Faster. Jump. Run. Faster. Breath. Keep running. Faster
Only a handful of times had Hatake Kakashi ever run this fast in his life. When he decided to help Obito rescue their teammate, when Rin had been kidnapped by mist nins, when one of his people was in danger.
And one of them was currently in a very perilous situation, had been for the last 4 years and who knows how many before that.
Most Konoha nins would tell you that the infamous Hatake Kakashi was a loner, an excellent soldier cracked in the head who didn't interact with anyone. While the silver haired jounin would not refute the crazy part of that statement, he knew that he had too many precious people to be considered a loner. Even if a lot of them were dead.
His father, Hatake Sakumo, who had been his first hero and his whole world for most of his early years.
Minato-sensei, who became an older brother slash parent and took the wreck that he was and mould it into someone who would become one of the most well-known ninja of his generation.
Kushina nee-san, who despise his tremendous efforts to not let people in, barged into his life and refused to leave until death took her.
Uchiha Obito, his best friend, his brother in all but blood. The one who obliterated the ice walls he had built around his heart. The one by whom ideals he had tried to live for since his death.
Rin, sweet Rin, who was probably his biggest failure, the one he was supposed to protect but couldn't.
Pakkun, Bisuke, Bull and the others, his non-human family, his pack. The ones who had his back in the bloodiest of battles, the longest of stake outs and the countless hours of training.
His ANBU team with whom he braved the darkest side of humanity and managed to come out more or less whole. Fast and mother hen Usagi, level headed and hardworking Tanuki, eager to learn and easy to bully Neko as well as genius and idealistic Taka. Taka, who unexpectedly turned murderer and betrayer.
Gai, his rival slash friend slash confidante who always seemed to know when he needed cheering up.
And finally for the last few months, his three brats had somehow managed to worm their way into his heart despise giving him the urge to bash his head into a wall countless times a day.
So many precious people, he really couldn't be called a loner. And, except for those that had passed away and the betrayer, all of them were his to annoy and protect even if to do so he had to break the rules or lose his life.
Faster. Jump. Run. Faster. Breath. Keep running. Faster. One of his was in danger.