'I stand alone', he thought, gazing at the memorial for many of the Hidden Leaves fallen shinobi. The rain beating down, running through his silver hair and caressing his scalp. He had been standing there admiring the stone for a little more than six hours now. It was probably around three in the afternoon, he couldn't tell; the sky was still dark from the rain.
'I stand alone', his mind repeated to himself. The dark thoughts permeating his mind of the many times that anyone and everyone he cared about was stolen from him. He stared at the ground, eyes growing heavy from forced back emotions.
'Shinobi do not let their emotions show. Especially in battle…', his brow furrowed, thinking of when Obito was lost, half of his body crushed. Or Rin…no he didn't need to let his mind go to those places. The pain was too great to think back on…
He raised his head to look at the sky, the sun peering through and the rain letting up to fall softly around him.
"Hey, Kakashi", a voice called out. The jonin didn't move.
'How could I let someone get behind me so easily…', he gave a small laugh at how pitiful he was being.
"I'm coming…give me a little longer, Guy", Kakashi managed to say, already knowing that none other than his rival would be the only one to come looking for him. He didn't want anyone closer than that. A rival. That was the closest thing to him and he liked it that way. Others tried to break that lonesome barrier he'd developed, they had only put a few cracks, but never penetrated that mind-made armor.
"Alright, Kakashi. Just don't think too much", Maito said in his usual unique voice. His eyes saddened thinking of how Kakashi must feel after so much. Especially with Sarutobis passing happening just weeks ago. He glanced one last time at the copycat ninja before leaving him to think to himself as he had found him.
Kakashi's head looked back down to the damp grass, the rain coming to a stop. His eyes looking back to the stone memorial before he whispered, "Here I am…Obito…and I stand alone".