Author's notes: Hey guys! It's been a while since I've posted.. So I threw together a quick little story. And guess what, it's not H/C this time! (Shocker, right?) Anyways, enjoy!
Kakashi's POV
I sat on a small, wooden bench in what seemed like an abandoned park. I slowly let my gaze sweep the area, the sound of leaves rustling in the trees creating a quite peaceful sound. Although, the sight was just a tad sad.
The rusted swing set blew back and forth in the wind, an eerie creek rousing from the metal each time. It seemed as if a child was still enjoying the broken down swing.
'Obito used to play on that old thing all the time..' I thought, my eyes set on it as I leaned back. 'Ah.. Enough of that..' I mentally scolded myself, tearing my eyes away from the playground. Why did I come here, anyway?
Oh yea.
In one quick motion, I pulled out the ever so infamous "Icha Icha Paradise" from my back pocket, flipping it open to my previous page. The swing continued to chirp the same relentless song, and eventually I got used to it.
Nearly three minutes later, I found myself in an uncomfortable silence. Although the wind was still humming it's tune, the swing had come to a stop. It felt as if chilled air was surrounding me. I turned my head to the side, only to see nothing. Up, down, right, left; nothing but the wind gusts gently sweeping the colorful leaves across the ground.
I knew I sensed a presence, the feeling was irreplaceable. I continued to stare to the right of myself, then hesitantly setting the book down, a smile twitched across my face. "Maybe I'm going crazy," I said aloud to myself. Obito? Could it really be? I may never know.