Looks like it's not your time yet
You still have things to do
Thank you for forgiving me...Now I can move on... I can finally see your mother again
It started with vibrations rumbling in his throat as he tightened his eyes even more shut. He lifted his arm and positioned his fingers at his temple and slowly rubbed hoping the pain would just leave him alone. His lips parted slightly to release the vibrations in his throat as a tiresome groan. He tried to relax himself as he slowly opened his eye so it could adjust to the blinding rays of the summer sun peaking through the gap of the curtains. Black holes started to appear in his vision that the light had stolen away from him. He dropped his hand from his head and let it limply hang over the side of the bed as he tilted his head so the light wouldn't attack and worsen his sight any more. He stayed still watching the ceiling waiting for the gaps in his vision to come back. He knew he couldn't stay like this forever, his muscles were already starting to lock into this position, which meant getting up would be more of a task then what it should be. His brows pulled together while he let out an irritating sigh when he started to tense his abs to heave him off of his back and into a lazy looking sitting position. It was more of a struggle than he thought it would be. His hand ran through his crazy silver bed hair whilst he smiled to himself thinking just how pathetic he must have looked. An elite jounin, one of the best in the village, struggling to lift himself out of bed..."Yes, incredibly pathetic" he whispered.
The village was still in ruins as it was only a couple of days ago that the six paths of Pain, from the Akatsuki, had attacked, although to Kakashi it would always be remembered as the day he spoke to his father. It was a difficult topic that he flinched at. He isn't the type to think about the future, well his own future that is. He liked where he was now, a top rank ninja serving the Hokage and helping the village. He trained successful ninja and is proud to have been their sensei. But his father's words still linger in his mind. You still have things to do. He never wanted to be Hokage, he was never really up for that job. Kakashi shook his head. After physical torture of getting out of bed he certainly didn't want to torture himself mentally, forcing an answer to spring into his mind. Another sigh escaped his lungs, though this one had a hint of disappointment. He needed air, fresh air from outside. He needed to break free from his stuffy apartment and make himself useful. Help with the rebuilding of Konoha as it seemed Tsunade wasn't going to give him a mission for a while. Kakashi slowly eased himself upwards onto his feet and made his way across the room to get changed into the full uniform. Unfortunately the lack of sleep left him dizzy, so he stumbled his way across the room, a hand resting against the wall in case he just happened to fall over. "Yes, incredibly pathetic" he mouthed with a delicate crooked smile.