This is an alternate universe.
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The only noise that could be heard through the house was a soft dripping from some where deep within the house. The sun had gone down hours ago, but still there were no lights turned on any where in the house. The house was always empty this time of the day during the week.
A soft clicking outside of the door signaled the arrival of the owner, the sound of the key sliding into the first lock sounded through the living room, which was relatively empty aside from a couch, a television set, a book case, a stereo system, and a coffee table. The sound of the key entering the second lock was a little hesitant, as the owner sorted through the keys to find the right one while he tried not to drop the groceries which he was holding.
A third key entered the last lock, the dead bolt, the sound of the dead bolt sliding over and clicking sounded through the house. Turning the door knob the owner pushed the door open and stumbled in slightly, the soles of his shoes clicking against the hard surface of the floor, nearly dropping the three bags of groceries he was holding. Standing up straight he stepped in and turned to face the door, hitting the edge with his elbow he turned his back to it and pushed it shut.
Walking into the kitchen he set the bags on the bar style counter top, walking back into the living room he sighed as the sound of his steps echoed through the house, stepping up to the door he turned the dead bolt and reached down to lock his door knob lock, reaching up he locked the chain lock. Turning he walked back into the kitchen.
Reaching in the first bag he took out a half gallon of milk and a six pack of eggs, walking to the fridge he opened it, setting the milk on the shelf he took the empty egg carton out of the door of the fridge and replaced it with the new one. Closing the fridge door he walked to the far side of the room, stepping on the peddle to the trash can he watched as the lid opened up, dropping the egg carton into the trash can he walked back to the bar style counter top and reached back into the first bag taking a pack of bacon, setting it on the counter top he reached back into the bag, taking out a pack of hash browns, setting it down with the bacon he reached back into the back and took out a half a gallon of orange juice, setting it with the bacon and hash browns he took the empty bag and folded it up neatly, placing it on the counter top he picked up the orange juice and the the hash browns, setting the orange juice down he placed the bacon on top of the hash browns and then picked the orange juice back up, turning he walked back to the fridge.
Opening the fridge door, with two fingers, he placed the orange juice in the fridge door, opening the deli drawer he placed the bacon in it and closed it, setting the hash browns on the middle shelf he closed the fridge door and walked back to the counter. Reaching into the second bag he took out a two pound bag of sugar, setting it on the counter he reached in and took out a three pound bag of flour, setting it down with the sugar he reached in and took out an eight once container of sugar and set it down, reaching in once again he took out an eight once container of creamer. Picking up the matching container of sugar he walked to the opposite side of the room, placing them on the right side of the coffee maker, turning he walked back to the counter.
Reaching into the bag he took out a box of devils food cake cup cakes, looking at the box he frowned slightly, setting it on the counter he reached back into the bag and took out a box of, mini bags, popcorn, setting it down with the cup cakes he looked into the bag reaching in he took out a one pound bag of rice, setting it on the counter he folded the bag up carefully, setting it on top of the first one he turned his attention back to the groceries.
Picking up the flour and sugar he walked to the opposite side of the room and opened the pantry, placing the sugar and flour on the third shelf, he closed the pantry door and turned around, walking back to the counter he picked up the cup cakes and the popcorn, turning he walked back to the pantry, opening it he looked inside, placing the cup cakes and popcorn on the top shelf, he paused turning he walked back to the counter, picking up the bag of rice he walked to the pantry and placed it on the second shelf. Closing the door he walked back to the counter.
Reaching in the third bag he took out a one and a half pound piece of Angus beef and walked to the fridge, opening the door he looked around the fridge he paused slightly, setting the meat on the bottom shelf, closing the fridge he walked to the sink, tuning the hot water on he rinsed his hands, turning the knob to the off position he dried his hands on an apron hanging on the pantry door, walking back to the counter he looked into the bag, reaching in he took out a one pound pack of deli sliced turkey breast meat, reaching in with his free hand he took out a pack of deli sliced muenster cheese. Walking to the fridge he opened it and looked inside, opening the deli drawer he placed the meat and cheese inside, closing the drawer he closed the fridge and walked back to the counter, reaching into the bag he took out a loaf of bread, walking over to the pantry and opened the door, looking through the pantry he put the bread on the top shelf, to make sure that he didn't accidentally put some thing else on top of it.
Closing the pantry door he turned and walked back to the counter, picking up the now empty bag he folded it up neatly and set it on top of the first and second bags, picking the three of them up he walked to the right side of the room, opening the broom closet he looked around in it, placing the three bags on a stack of paper bags on the fourth shelf he closed the door and walked out of the kitchen.
Rubbing his eyes slightly he walked into the bathroom, flipping the light switch in the on position he stepped in front of the mirror, looking in the mirror he rested his hands on the edge of the sink, leaning forward he closed his eyes, looking down he let out a soft sigh, looking up once again he opened his eyes.
His reflection looked tired. Mismatched eyes starring back at him seemed to be longing for some thing, it had been that way since he had lost his best friend two years ago. He felt exhausted. Turning the cold water on he put his hands underneath the running water, leaning down he splashed cold water on his face, standing up straight he grabbed a towel off of the towel rack and covered his face with it, breathing out deeply he dried his face with it, looking into the mirror once again he turned the water off and hung the towel back up, walking out of the bath room he stopped, reaching back into the bath room he flipped the light switch into the off position and walked down the hall.
He stopped in front of his bed room door, reaching out he grabbed the door knob and turned it, giving it a small push he pushed it open and walked inside. Standing in the door way he looked his room over and then softly walked to the bed, reaching down with his right hand he turned the lamp on while unbuttoning his suit jacket with his left hand, slipping it off he draped it over the corner post on the head board, unbuttoning his vest he paused, instead taking his shoulder holster loose and picking his suit jacket up, hanging the holster on the corner post, he walked to the closet, opening the door he fingered through the black suits hanging neatly in the closet, and taking out a hanger he hung the suit jacket on the knob of the closet then took his vest off and hung it on the hanger, buttoning the buttons to keep it from falling off he grabbed the suit jacket and hung it on the hanger.
Closing the closet he walked across the room to another closet and opened it, hanging the hanger he was holding in the nearly empty closet he looked at the suits hanging in there, he would have to put his shirt and pants, as well as his tie on the hanger later after he took a shower, closing the door he turned and walked back to the bed, sitting on the edge he let out a sigh, he pushed the button on his answering machine to listen to his messages.
"You have two new messages." the machine said, "First message." it said as the first message began to play "Kakashi, this is Sarutobi, I need you to be here early Monday I have some thing to discuss with you." frowning Kakashi couldn't help but wonder if maybe he was in some sort of trouble, pushing a button on the machine he looked at it "Message deleted." the machine assured him "Second message." the machine said as the second message began to play "Hey man, it's me Asuma. I was just--..Kurenai and I were just wondering if you had any thing to do this Sunday? Well if you don't give me a call back, Kurenai wants you to come over for dinner or some thing. I'll see you man." Smiling softly Kakashi sat there a few seconds before hitting the button again, "Message deleted." the machine said once again.
Sitting there for a moment Kakashi just stared at the wall, thinking, he knew he didn't have any thing to do but some thing in him didn't want to go. Sighing he raised his hand to his eyes, rubbing his eyes softly he let his hand fall. Sitting there for another moment he stood up slowly, switching the lamp off he walked quietly out of the room to take a shower, knowing the his pajamas would already be in the bathroom. Stopping in the door way he grabbed the door knob and stepped out of the room pulling the door shut behind him, the click of the door shutting broke the silence in the room for a second before every thing returned to normal.
The house was silent once again. The only noise that could be heard through out the house was the soft trickle of a shower some where deep within the house.
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Well it's a work in progress, definitely. But I hope that you like it. It's an alternate universe, and it is Gai/Kakashi. The first chapter is, obviously, about Kakashi. And it's centering on how his life is so completely organized, and how he has no friends. If that wasn't obvious then I should practice more often.
But uh.. Gai might be in the next chapter. But it'll be a while before I update(about a week-two weeks, maybe longer depends on how often I get on, and how often I write, and if I have any inspiration.), I'm slow at writing. I just need to figure some things out and do a little research, oh and by the way, it's set in America Lame I don't know any thing about japan, so yeah, it may be in Japan, but then I'll have to do way more research.
Oh, and one last thing, in this fanfiction the chapters will be named after lines from the song 'Ain't that a kick in the head' By Dean Martin, or Frank Sinatra, who ever you like better.
Bye I hope you enjoy!