Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters.
This is my first fanfiction story
He stared at his blood stained hands before walking any further. No emotion could be seen nor felt. This the shinobi way, to show no feelings it is a sign of weakness and the consequence could be death. What do you do when your feelings are almost gone? Happiness, sadness, hate, love, what do these really mean? Happiness is only temporary and is caused with temporary things, everything in this world comes to an end one way or another. Sadness then creeps over and washes over with hate, finally, oh, finally the numbness kicks in. But love? Is it even a choice, I have chosen a life of loneliness. Only the naïve choose to be in relationships. In my line of business you never know which day will be your last, so why go and put yourself through all grief, cause in the end that's all that you get.
Kakashi turned to his head to see what had pulled him through his thoughts.
"Hey, Kakashi! You look like shit!" yelled the number one knucklehead ninja. "Do you need to got to the hospital?!, Do you want me to come?!, Do are you hungry?!, Do you want to go eat ramen?!, Do you-"
Before Naruto could ask another round of fifty questions, Kakashi decided to cut him off with a quick "Thanks, but no thanks" and quickly left with a puff of smoke taking his place.
Home, sweet home. His apartment looked liked a tornado came through it. The only think missing was a whole in the wall and cows on the roof. I must have forgotten to clean it, Kakashi thought. When was the last time I cleaned it? 5 days ago, 5 weeks ago, guessing from the smell coming from the kitchen it was the latter.
To sleepy to do anything Kakashi just crashed on his bed without anymore thought. No need be in a hurry, I'll go to the Hokages tomorrow and do some cleaning. Yeah cleaning, right, maybe I could trick Gai into cleaning it for me, he thought before dozing off to sleep.
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