A silver-haired boy with black eyes and a ski mask that covered half of his face looked at the stone in front of him. It held a name and date but what caught the boys stare was the name: Sakumo Hatake. His blood boiled and his heart sank. How could you?! He thought bitterly to the stone, wanting to scream the words rather than think them. Don't you realize who you left alone?! This thought brought tears to the surface, slowly and heavily, falling down his cheeks, his heart felt as though it was being squeezed to a bloody pulp and there was nothing he could do about it. The anger faded to the background, overshadowed by grief. He was alone, those in the village didn't come to comfort him other than his team, why? It's simple really, guilt. Guilt had consumed them and they weren't ready to face those feelings, not that he could blame them.
He didn't want to be there, he didn't want to believe this reality. Kakashi Hatake, was now without mother or father, and it was almost surreal to him. He wanted nothing more than to believe that this was all a bad dream, that he would wake and his father would be well and alive, but he knew better despite his weak attempt at denial. The memory of finding his father's corpse burned into his consciousness for what he was sure would the rest of his life. Kakashi was painfully aware that his father committed suicide and the gravestone before was proof that he did so effectively. The anger came back, anger at his father for committing suicide and the dishonor his father was dealt with. He fell to knees and punched the ground beneath his fists over and over to distract himself to the pain. Before long he just stop, wrapping his battered hands around his shoulders sinking into himself. He felt depression creeping upon him but quickly pushed it into the darkest corner of his mind. The anger, grief, and pain faded in his eyes replaced by a look of aloofness replacing it.
I refuse to follow my dad's mistakes. I will become the physical embodiment of the Shinobi Rules. I refused to let my emotions to kill me like they did him. The feelings stilled burned within him, but he refused to let them show physically now. Kakashi slowly got to his feet, arms dropping to his sides as he took one last look at the gravestone before turning and walking away, to the undoubtedly long and torturous future ahead of him. Meanwhile, a man who looked much like him watched from an unknown place, sorrowfully. I'm so sorry son. I hope one day you'll forgive me, I wait here before i part for good. He thought, a single tear falling.
A/N: This is my take on the events after Sakumo died and Kakashi's grief. I used some of the emotions I felt when my dad died though the way he died was extremely different. I appreciate any feedback you can give me. Till next time.