Mornings
A/N: Really small drabble. Inspired by a Monday, and a really annoying wood pigeon.
Disclaimer: Naruto and all it's characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto, I own nothing.
Kakashi hated mornings, it was a simple fact of his genetic-makeup. He despised not the issue of rising from his deliciously warm nest of blankets, or the way he'd be pulled from far away dreams. No. It was the rush of feelings and memories his habitual routine would drag him through everyday.
The way that when he woke up, the shock of awareness would cause him to lie still for minutes on end. Enough time for his damaged mind, to corrupt the birdsong into the fearful squawking of Sasuke's chidori. An early and painful reminder of the boy's betrayal.
Or how once he became too disgusted with himself, he'd stumble over to his window and throw open the curtains. Only to have the sun's warmth and light slide past him, shying away from the man who'd become one with his shadow. It wasn't Kakashi's fault that he'd become withdrawn once Naruto left. The boy had been his own personal orb of love and friendship, the fact that he was gone had left the man as an empty shell, cold and cruel. Maybe that's why even his old friends avoided him now?
The jounin sighed, resting his head against the window pane, the atmosphere in the room was becoming insufferable. With a small tug he was greeted by a rush of spring air. Sakura. That girl had been the purity and compassion that team 7 had needed, however briefly they were all together. But she'd been gone for a long time now, they all had. It was stupid really, to be pining after three teenagers, however important they'd become to Kakashi. Although he doubted that it would stop him. Till his team was reunited, the jounin was sure that his world would remain as a distorted little picture of reality. It was motivation at least.