Hello, I am coming back at the site again, it was a hard time for me because I was been harassed by a guy, now I am going to repost some of my stories, this is one of them. Thank you for reading.
The concept of 'the place of the lost things' is not mine; it is from an episode of the Twilight Zone.
This is an AU of sorts.
This one is set after a big fight where Kakashi is seriously injured.
I hope you all enjoy.
In the twilight
Kakashi felt that light engulf him after he emptied his stomach. The ANBU had him and he was being transported home by them.
He awoke in an unknown place. He shifted on what he supposed was the floor; he moved just a little to be in a more comfortable position. He moved his head side to side and the only thing he could see was racks like archives or something like that.
The room was packed with several racks full of things. He was in the middle of one of them. He concealed his chakra because he didn't know if he was in enemy territory or not.
He knew one thing; it was not in the grass country or home and Naruto or Sakura weren't near. He moved his limbs, checking for injuries because he remembered he was in really bad shape after the powerful attack. Nothing was wrong; he was rather in the same shape as always.
He checked for a genjutsu, exposing his sharingan a little, not wanting to waste energy. No it wasn't a genjutsu.
He moved, crawling to get out from the position on the rack where he was. He stuck his head out to see. He took notice that he was at least 20 feet above floor level.
That was really strange. The place appeared to be like a warehouse. The roof was at least another 30 feet long. There were things like lamps or something hanging. The light was no good. You could see but not clearly.
The place was too silent. It appeared there was no one there. He decided to investigate where he was. He moved carefully, not wanting to make a move that could make the rack stumble and fall. He jumped easy and fell to the floor, ready to attack or defend himself.
He moved from the spot, turning his head and looking for any treat or trap. No there is nothing dangerous. He moved close to one of the racks and investigated the content of the slot.
There was a fluffy bear without an eye, something like a key with something like buttons or colors the material something he had never seen before; black and soft but strong at some point. He looked at the next slot and there was a blanket, a blue blanket, and a small little toy puppy and a suitcase of letters in black.
The place was packed with a lot of things; some are new others are old, but everything had something like a tag with something written on them. He couldn't read what was written there. It was an unknown language for him.
Then he checked himself and he found the same kind of tag with something written on him. He is more confused. What was this place? Why was he there?
Then he sensed somebody coming closer to him. He decided to stand there and wait for the newcomer. He could hear small steps, more like shuffling steps.
He waited for what like feel like an eternity, and finally he saw a shadow around the corner at the end of the rack. The shadow made a stop near the end of the corner. He heard the sound of moving things, then the sound stopped and the shuffling sound begin again but the shadow just retreated. He was very frustrated. All that waiting for nothing.
Tired of the situation, Kakashi began to walk to catch the shuffling person. He neared the corner with little effort. He stopped there, looking perplex at the corridor in front of him. The place was even bigger than he imagined in the first place. There are aisles behind aisles of racks, and the person was nowhere to be seen. It had banished in the air.
He was now just a little worried. He unleashed his chakra and started to look for the stranger who could vanish into the air. He located him near. He moved really quick but suddenly it vanished again.
That was really weird. He tried again, and again he failed. Then he heard his name called, and he moved his head faster at the source of that, but he didn't look like anything. That was really strange. Now he was a little more worried.
He began to walk around the place. He began to investigate the things in the slots near the floor. There are a few interesting things.
And then it happened. He found something he lost a long, long time ago. He took the half of the blade in his hands like it was something valuable, so sacred. It was the half blade of the sword he broke in the earth country some time ago.
He looked at the blade with a few tears in the corner of his eyes. Then a cough from behind took him out of his musings. He turned around fast, but the old man was in front of him. He was not startled about his sudden moves. Otherwise he looked amused at his reactions.
The old man was short, very short, and was dressed with in marine blue pants and shirt with black industrial boots; he was looking at him with a smirk in his eyes and mouth. Kakashi was really startled about this. His stance was not what it had to be; he was so open and he knew it.
"This is mine," was what Kakashi managed to say to the strange old man who just appeared in the air.
"Are you sure young man? Let's see the tag." The old man took the tag and the half blade. He examined it with his face very close to the tag. Kakashi was just too stunned to make any move; he just observed and waited.
"Is your name Kakashi Hatake, young man?" asked the old man, watching him with critical eyes.
"Yes it is," Kakashi replied easily. The old man sighed and began to walk with the blade in his hands.
"Okay, we need to fill the forms and it is all yours again." Kakashi then, with curiosity, began to walk with him. He was watching the old man with a new interest.
"Excuse me what is this place?"
"It is the place of the lost things."
"The place of the lost things?"
"Yes, every time a thing is lost it comes here, waiting to be found again."
Kakashi was just lost. He didn't understand the explanation at all, but he made the next question.
"And who are you?"
"I'm the keeper. If something is found, I delivered to the owner."
"And why I'm here?"
"That is something interesting young man. When I received you, I made the same question and I found the answer in this." The old man stopped in front of a large desk and moved the back. Kakashi stood in the front, looking everywhere, trying to understand the meaning of the situation. The old man, with the half blade in hand said "I think somebody thinks about you like a tool or like an object. That's the only explanation I found, because it is the first time something like this has happened." The keeper looked at Kakashi with a friendly smile and handed him the half blade.
Kakashi accepted the blade and he looked it with a distant expression, trying to understand everything. This was really something very strange; maybe it was just an extreme strange dream."This is not a dream, it is real."
That startled Kakashi a lot; the man just read his mind?
"I'm not reading your mind. It is all written on your face."
His face.
Kakashi moved his hand to his face and found that there was no mask there. He then looked at the old man with fear and surprise. That was the first time something like that had happened. The old man, just smiled and moved his hand dismissing anything.
"Don't worry about anything. Come, you need to eat something you look so scrawny." Kakashi moved to the other side of the desk and he sat on a small couch where the man signaled him to sit. "Where did you lose it?"
Kakashi was so shocked that he didn't understand the question from the old man. But he signaled with his head at the half blade, waiting for the answer. The old man was just as thrilled as Kakashi. He wanted to know more about the strange boy. Besides, he was always alone and the company was well received.
He looked the blade in his hands and rolled it a little, observing how it looked like new, like the time it doesn't pass over it. He remembered the moment like it was yesterday. He told all to the old man. He felt like he didn't need to hide anything from him. He just saw his face and he didn't say anything about it. It appeared he didn't know anything.
The old man was really amazed to hear the story. He asked Kakashi a lot questions about everything. To Kakashi, that was something strange because the man did not know anything about ninjas at all.
The keeper was really happy to have somebody to talk to. They ate some sort of soup; a tasty soup. Kakashi was talking to the man like he never talked. He felt really at peace.
He began to ponder one thing: was he dead? And this was this some sort of place…no he was not dead, not yet.
"Come young man, accompany me to search for this." The man took out a piece of paper from nowhere. He stood and Kakashi stood with him. They began to walk a little and then they were in a different place. Kakashi looked at his surroundings and it appeared they were far from the desk. That was very strange and interesting. The old man was more than it seemed.
They walk the rest of the "day," retrieving things from here or there. Some things are big and others are really small.
The old man looked at Kakashi with a smile on his face and looked the item in his hand; Kakashi looked at the item too. It was an engagement ring. Both men smiled and began the process again. Kakashi noted that he wasn't tired; in fact he felt good. It appeared they didn't use so much effort looking for lost items.
Kakashi was really entertained with all the processes. The orders of work appeared in the air and they just looked and delivered in a designated area.
Then the old man stopped at the desk and signaled the clock. It signaled seven o'clock. The old man moved a little nearer to the clock attained at the wall and he put a piece of paper in a tiny slit, then he hit a black button with his hand and the clock made a chopping sound and the keeper stored the paper in a small box near the clock. The keeper moved around the back of the desk.
"This was a good day. Let's rest for tomorrow. Do you want sleep here or do you want to return at your place?"
Kakashi was stunned again. He had a place, of course, he had a tag so he was an item too. He sighed and slumped his shoulders more than usual. The old man chuckled and he smiled a little. All day he didn't wear his mask. It is hanging around his neck.
"I prefer to be in here if it is not a bother."
"It's fine, you can sleep in the couch."
The old man moved in a small office and Kakashi followed him, scanning the area with interest. He admired the place. It was a house with a living room, dining room, kitchen, one bed room, bathroom, and a small service room too. The house was really roomy.
The old man makes the diner and both men eat something like noodles but strange with some kind of tomato sauce and cheese, with meat balls. It was strange but it tasted good.
This went several days. Kakashi counted them in accord with the men marking the paper in the clock machine in the wall and he counts a week now. How much he is going to be in that place?
Continue….