Kakashi and Kaze Hatake entered their home late one afternoon. Kaze unbuckled her katana from her belt and proceeded upstairs to her room. It was simple, with lilac walls and basic furniture. After hanging up her katana, she shrugged out of her jacket, took off her forehead protector and let her hair out of its ponytail. It flowed down around her shoulders and fell down to her hips, like fire. She looked at herself in the mirror on her wardrobe. Even at thirteen years of age, apart from her eyes - the right one brilliant blue and the left snow white - she was the spitting image of her mother, Yukia Hatake. Even her katana had once belonged to her late mother. She smiled at the thought, and quickly ran a brush through her hair before going back downstairs.
"Well, what do you want tonight?" she asked her brother, who was seated in the living room armchair, his favourite seat. He was too engrossed in his Make-Out Tactics book to answer. "Seriously?" she glared at him. "Right before dinner?" Kakashi looked up and when he saw her (what he called) death-glare, he laughed nervously and put it down.
"I don't know, what is there?" he asked, trying to change the subject. Kaze shrugged and ventured into the kitchen.
"No books!" she called over her shoulder, even as Kakashi slowly reached for it again. He sighed and abandoned it. "Don't know why I got a pervert for a brother," he heard her mutter as she searched through the fridge. "Not much," she said loudly, "although I could probably whip up some miso soup. You okay with that?"
"Sure," he called back, instead standing up and looking for the TV remote. He found it and switched it on. News. Boring as ever. "Movie?"
"Anonymous," Kaze said after considering for a moment. "Just for something different." So Kakashi hunted around the movie drawers and pulling out a disk. Putting it in, he resumed his chair. He played the movie, even though Kaze was still in the kitchen. "Turn it up," she said as the hiss of oil in a fry pan filled the house. Kakashi complied and leaned back in the chair, finding a comfortable spot.
About twenty minutes later, give or take, Kaze wandered out with a tray in her hands. On the tray was two steaming bowls of soup. She put the tray on the table next to Kakashi, and sat in a chair on the other side of the table. She flicked up the footrest, took up a bowl and started to eat, her eyes fixed on the TV screen. Kakashi picked up the second bowl, pulled off his mask and began to eat as well.
As he ate, he kept looking at Kaze. He marveled in how much she looked like Yukia, their mother. Just like he closely resembled his father, Sakumo Hatake, she looked exactly like their mother. From her flaming red hair to the leather jackets to the way she looked with the katana in her hand. Although, her personality was almost the polar opposite of Yukia's. Half the time, he felt tired just watching her.
Soon the movie came to an end. Kaze put her bowl down, stood up and stretched her arms up. "Well, I did that alright, don't you think?" she asked Kakashi, who was just finishing dinner. He wiped his mouth and nodded. Kaze smiled and collected the dishes. She took them over to the dishwasher and put them in. She found a tablet and started the dishwasher, which hummed to life. She dusted off her hands. "Well," she declared. "Thank god people invented dishwashers. I'd hate to wash the dishes manually every day." She turned back to Kakashi.
But Kakashi didn't respond. Kaze walked back over to him, only to see that he had fallen asleep in his chair. Kaze stopped, surprised. Kakashi wasn't the type to just fall asleep. What if an enemy attacked? If they were on a mission, he wouldn't be so careless. Kaze smiled, despite herself. Carefully as to not wake him up, she pulled his mask back up over his face, got a blanket and tucked it around him. She looked at him with the tenderness of both a little sister and a mother. She turned and quietly walked to the door, realising that she was subconsciously tiptoeing, as to not stir the peaceful figure behind her. Giving her brother one last look, she turned off the light and exited the room, shutting the door carefully behind her.