Kakashi sighed and made his way to the bathroom of his small apartment. This was the worst part of his life, but it had to be done. He looked in the mirror and brought his hand up to his mask. His other hand reaching for the razor that was on his shelf.

Pulling down the mask he looked in his mirror, trying not to pay much attention to what he was looking at, and failing.

"yours is the face of a disappointment "

The other people in Konoha all thought that he hid his face from shame of his looks, thinking that he was shy of something that was wrong on his face. In truth those people couldn't be more wrong.

"yours is the face of a killer"

He was well aware of what people thought of him. But Kakashi was also aware of that voice. The voice that had been there for as long as he could remember. The voice that told him that he was not good enough, told him that he was wrong, told him to do small things like get up in the morning

…and told him to kill.

"yours is the face of a liar"

Kakashi pushed too hard on his skin with the blade and sliced into his jaw line. Instead of washing off the blood, he stood there, fascinated, as the crimson liquid ran down his face. He could not help but wonder why he could still bleed, still breath… still smile.

"yours is the face of a betrayer"

He had killed so many, shouldn't there be a price that he had to pay?

Kakashi was sure that there was some way that one day fate would make him pay for what he had done trough the years. There was no way he could have done all those horrible things that still haunt him today and not have to feel the repercussions.

"yours is the face if a faker"

Kakashi looked back in the mirror and realised that he could still see his face. The shinobi looked for something to cover it with but he had already put his mask in the basin to be washed. Kakashi became frantic, his face was the reminder, his face was the evidence of all his sins.

"yours is the face of the evidence against you… evidence must be destroyed"

Kakashi held his head in his hands trying to black out that voice. "destroy the evidence, Kakashi."

Kakashi looked into the mirror, dragging his nails down his cheek, marvelling at the fresh trails of blood they left. Mesmerised by the crimson colour against his pale skin, Kakashi continued to drag his nails down his cheek.

"yours is a face that needs not exist"

Kakahsi looked at his face one more time before he collapsed onto the cold floor of his bathroom. He smiled, blood running from his now almost skinless face in small streams, dieing the white floor a shade of red. He now saw the truth. As he lay there, still bleeding. He was already paying the price.

"yours is the face of a dead man my son"