Chapter 2: Reunion
Knock Knock.
"Senpai!" A young man with brown chestnut hair whined, his right knocking on the wooden door while his left balanced a box full of teriyaki. He growled slightly when there was no answer, even after a full minute had passed by. "Senpai!" He yelled a little louder, uncaring if he was disturbing the neighbours. He kicked the door half-heartedly before leaning his back onto its rough surface. Another sigh escaped his lips.
"Ack!"
Bi-coloured eyes regarded him curiously, as he lay sprawled on his back, his feet high up in the air. Fortunately, the teriyaki survived the fall, though looking a little flat.
"Tenzou, what are you doing?" His senpai asked, leaning down until his eyes met that of brown. Meeting the man's gaze, Tenzou flushed slightly before quickly scrambling to get up.
"Kakashi-senpai, it's already 9.00am. You said to pick you up this time, so why aren't you ready yet?" The brown-haired man asked, pushing back the other so he could get into the small apartment. He eyed the white garment that is his pyjamas that the silver-haired man was wearing. The thick fabric hung oh-so delicately around the silver-haired man's frame, and the brunette blushed when a flash of collarbone was revealed unintentionally to him. Tenzou turned his head away and coughed, embarrassed.
Seemingly oblivious, Kakashi smiled, closing the door. "I'm so sorry. I just had woken up a few minutes ago. The neighbours made such a ruckus last night that I couldn't sleep very well." He grimaced, remembering just what kind of noise he'd heard last night.
"Do you want some coffee? I'd had some earlier so…" Kakashi offered.
Tenzou shook his head, all sense of embarrassment gone. "No, thank you, senpai. I had already taken my breakfast at a café earlier. Speaking of which…" He shook aforementioned bag of teriyaki, handing them to the other man. The snack inside was still hot, and the brown paper bag was slightly damp from the condensation.
The young Hatake smiled really wide then; teriyaki was one of the only foods that was worth standing the sweetness of the bean paste for, and his kouhai showed that he knew that fact particularly well , for there was about a dozen of them in the bag. "Ah~ Tenzou, you're really spoiling me~" Despite the words, the tone he was using indicated just how much happy the man was.
The younger man blinked in surprise at the look of radiance on the other's face, but his lips twitched. "Kakashi-senpai, you're already well spoiled long before I met you." He huffed.
"Well, that might be true, but you're spoiling me even further." The Hatake countered, hands on his hip.
Tenzou relented, raising both of his hands in defeat. "Fine, fine. I'm spoiling you." He smirked, before adding, "Like a little princess."
A couch cushion collided with his face.
"Oh, shut up you." Kakashi rolled his mismatched eyes. "Now,get out of here. I'm going to change," he paused, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively, "Or, would you rather watch me?"
"SENPAI!" A furious blush bloomed across the brunette's cheeks.
The older man laughed, before taking off to the bathroom.
-X-
"So, Kakashi-senpai, this village of yours…" Tenzou looked at the man sitting next to him, once they stopped at another red light. "How much further is it?" He asked, slumping a little into his seat. They had been driving for about four hours, and the arrows on his wristwatch informed him that it was already half-past twelve.
Kakashi took a while to answer, gulping down the last of his pretzel. They took a break at a rest-stop earlier. "Not much further. Just straight down this path," he pointed to the well-worn road in front of them with a finger. "At the end, there'll be a junction. Turn left and the path should start to be covered with vegetation. That's a sign we will be close."
"It's called Konoha, right?" Tenzou inquired.
The silver-haired man nodded.
"Huh, that's a pretty nice name. Seems fitting for a village to be overgrown with vegetation, as you said." The traffic light finally flashed green, prompting the brunette to slam on the pedal. Their car jerked forward.
"It is. When spring comes, the whole place will be covered with cherry blossom petals. That's how beautiful it is, for a village so small." A tiny smile boomed on his face at his memory. Tenzou noticed it, even as he slammed on the horn to honk at a speeding car.
"You seem to love your home very much, Kakashi-senpai." The younger man stated.
The other man gave a slight nod. "Of course I do."
"So, what made you consider joining a university so far away such as ANBU?"
Kakashi stiffened; though he tried covering it up by slurping his coke. His throat burned s the fizzy liquid went down. "Just a need." He coughed out.
"A need?" Tenzou sounded puzzled. Why would he go to a prestigious university almost a state away just because of a need? A weird man, his senpai was. He was tempted to ask more, but let it go. If Kakashi decided that he wasn't going to tell him the real reason, then he would probably never know.
"Yes, my little junior, a need. Now, shut up, or I'll shove these French fries down your throat." Kakashi droned, waving the little potato sticks with his fingers, which were shining with oil. Tenzou wisely averted his attention on another subject; he didn't like oily food, and he didn't plan to break that tradition anytime soon.
When the silver-haired student noticed his junior clamming up, he sighed in relief, before placing the fries back into its proper paper bag. He wiped his fingers on a piece of tissue, and proceeded to stare out of the window, his mind elsewhere.
-x-
"Kakashi-chan!" A heavily winkled-face woman cried out with joy as her adorable and only grandchild walk through the front door, a wide smile blooming on her face. She dropped the basket full of fruits that she was holding onto the wooden table, rushing forward to give Kakashi a hug.
The younger Hatake laughed, even as a pair of arms gripped the front of his jacket down to give him a hug.
"It's really great to see you too, Grandmamma." Kakashi said letting go. He then yelped when the old lady suddenly whacked his head with a wrinkled hand. "What was that for?" He whined, rubbing the sore spot.
"For not visiting sooner, Little Scarecrow." The woman scolded, hands on her hips.
Kakashi heard a muffled giggle behind him, and he turned to glare at a snickering Tenzou, who was biting his sleeve in a desperate attempt to keep quiet.
His grandmamma craned her neck to look over her grandchild's shoulder. She blinked in surprise, before smiling. "And who's this handsome young lad?" She gushed, walking towards the brunette.
Tenzou stopped laughing, flushing in embarrassment.
"He's my junior in ANBU," Kakashi explained, looking slightly amused at his kouhai's dismayed face. "Though, he's a topology major. His name is Tenzou. Say hi, Tenzou."
"Nice to meet you, mam." Tenzou bowed, his cheeks slightly flushed.
Grandmamma smiled really wide then. "I'm Haori Hatake, Kakashi's paternal grandmother, but you can call me grandmamma like little scarecrow here does."
"Grandmamma!" The younger Hatake yelped.
"I will….Grandmamma." Tenzou looked like he was going to explode any moment.
Grandmamma chuckled, patting Kakashi's shoulder lightly when she walked passed him into the kitchen. "I like this one. You should keep him." She whispered to him under her breath.
Now it was Kakashi's turn to splutter in indignation, his pale face glowing pink.
When the old lady went out of sight, the silver-haired man sighed. He faced Tenzou, crossing his arms. "That's Grandmamma, all right. She's always like that, so don't let it get to you that much."
Tenzou stared at him a little wide-eyed, and Kakashi wondered if he heard what his grandmother had whispered to him. His throat tightened. But as the burette relaxed, he also did, falling back into his usual slouch.
"Do you think she needs any help in this kitchen?" Tenzou asked, glancing at the kitchen doorway.
"Maybe. I should go check."
There was an unsettling silence. Why it was suddenly become awkward between him and his junior?
"Kakashi-senpai?"
"Hmmm?"
Tenzou shifted slightly. "I…I think that…maybe, I'm…"
"Tenzou." Kakashi interrupted.
"A-Ah?"
"Shut up." With that, Kakashi threw a piece of muffin that was on the dining table at him, hitting him squarely on his nose, and stomped into the kitchen.
Tenzou was utterly confused, looking at the muffin at his hand and at the doorway, as he rubbed his poor nose. What was wrong with his senior?
Kakashi 's head suddenly appeared at the doorway, and Tenzou jumped when his lazy voice filled the room. "Neh, Tenzou, could you please go buy some eggs at the market? It's straight down the path, and there should be a row of shops there. I'll pay you later. Thanks." Without even giving him time to answer properly, the silver-haired man disappeared again into the kitchen.
Tenzou's eyebrow twitched.
-X-
When Kakashi walked into the kitchen again, he found his grandmamma pouring some flour into a mixing bowl, containing about a quarter full of dough. He pulled open the fridge, taking a sip from the milk carton, being too lazy to get a cup. Grandmamma noticed his little act and promptly threw her mixing spoon at his head.
"Manners, little scarecrow." The old woman crooned.
Kakashi pouted, reluctantly pulling an old cup from the top of the shelf. As he turned around, lips pursing on the helm of the cup, he saw from the corner of his eye the tiny, bemused smile adorning his grandmother's crinkled face. He asked what the matter was.
Grandmamma shook her head slowly, her grey eyes twinkling. "I just remembered that you were so short when you were a boy, barely reaching my waist. Just a little midget…" She gave a laugh. " And now look at you! Being able to reach that far up without standing on your tippy toes. My, how time flies so fast…"
"I'm still the same little midget you know, Grandmamma," Kakashi said, though a little wistfully. "No matter how much I grow, I will always be your grandchild."
Grandmamma's eyes started tearing up a little. "Oh, your grandfather would have been so proud if he was to see you right now. All grown up, wise and all. Little Sakumo would have been also glad to know that his son had grown to be such a wonderful man." Her eyes turned a dark shade of black at the last sentence.
The younger Hatake stiffened a little at that, setting down his now empty mug onto the counter. His father was still a sensitive issue to him; even though he had learned to forgive the man for abandoning him, his heart still needed time to heal. And God knew just how much time he would need.
The two family members fell into silence; the older Hatake measuring ingredients to be use in the cake, the younger one sitting on the kitchen stool as he brood silently.
It was just so happen when he glanced through the window sill to look at some birds, that he noticed a small trail of smoke drifting just over the horizon. That made his eyes narrowed in curiosity.
He asked, "Grandmamma was there any new houses recently?" Winter had only passed by and the sunlight was barely warm, obliterating the chances of forest fire. Sure, it was mild cold, and a lot of people in Konoha just couldn't stand the iciness of Mother Nature. It shouldn't bother him this much, but it did. The direction of the smoke…
Grandmamma shrugged. "No, Little Scarecrow, everything is pretty much the same." She stirred the bowl a little harsher.
Kakashi's jaw tightened. His eyes drifted again to the tiny wisp of smoke in the sky. It seems to be coming just from the edge of the village. He closed his eyes, trying to remember if there were any houses-
Grey and red-tinted orbs snapped open.
Grandmamma let out a little yell when her grandson jumped to his feet in such a motion that he accidentally sent the stool smashing against the wall.
"What's wrong?!" She yelled in surprise. Kakashi grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her, if not a little hysterically.
"Grandmamma!" Her grandson began to spew out words faster than she had ever heard him say. "T-that- smoke, from the edge, villag-!"
Grandmamma knocked his head, effectively shutting him up. "Calm down, Little Scarecrow! Now, tell me what is the matter with you."
The younger Hatake frowned, a perplexed look on his face.
"The smoke…"
She waited patiently.
Kakashi looked away, a cloudy look in his unmatched eyes. He seemed to be looking through the window, mumbling, "….coming from the Uchiha Mansion."
There was not a sound coming from his grandmother, so Kakashi looked at her, and her face seem to be plastered a look that hiding something, but before he could fathom why, her expression cleared off.
"Why, Little Scarecrow," His grandmother's voice was calm and steely, and it made Kakashi feel on edge; the last time his Grandmamma sounded like that, it was when the young Hatake had been caught stealing from the cookie jar in search for some oatmeal cookies. "You must have been so tired from your journey that you are beginning to imagine things. There is no one living in the Uchiha Manor; hasn't been occupied since the Uchiha moved out years ago."
Kakashi began to protest. "B-But the smoke…!"
"-must have come from a fire lit from a couple of servants. You know they came around every once in a while to tidy the place up." Grandmamma's face hardened. "Listen, Little Scarecrow, I know what you're thinking when you saw that smoke, and I forbid you to ever step a foot upon that place ever again!" With a strength that most women her age could never muster, she yelled and glared with so much hatred and power that her grandson was lost. Meekly, though half-heartedly, Kakashi complied with the request, nodding his head, even as he narrowed his eyes and glared into another direction angrily and sulkily.
Seeing this, Grandmamma calmed down, sighing in dismay. They stayed in uncomfortable silence for a few moments, the air thick with tension.
Luckily, Tenzou came in just in time.
"Sennnnpaii! I'm sorry, but I couldn't get the eggs!" In a loud voice, though not really yelling in respect of the other's home, the wide-eyed brunette came barrelling in into the kitchen, panting, and his face red.
The spell broke.
Grandmamma smiled widely, turning to face the brunette with her arms spread wide as if to give him a hug while Kakashi turned his head, a scowl on his face.
"Tenzou, dearest," The old woman said sweetly, "I'm sorry, but did you say you didn't get the eggs?"
Tenzou nodded. His expression looked creep out from the tone though. His eyes flickered to his senior, who was blatantly ignoring him, staring at a spot of the wall with furrowed eyebrows. He returned his attention back to the elderly woman in front of him. "Yes…I'm sorry about this, mam- I mean, grandmamma, but here I was, standing in line for the grocery stand, when suddenly everyone shattered to the wind like crazy! The shop owner even slammed the shutters in my face!" He rubbed the bridge of his nose in remembrance.
That caught Kakashi's attention. He turned to the brunette, an elegant eyebrow raised. "They did? Why would they do that?" He had been living for all his life and nothing of the sort had ever happen before in the village. All of the villagers are so kind and friendly.
His junior shrugged in response. "The thing is, the whole marketplace, which was so lively before, suddenly turned as quiet as a graveyard. Then there was a young man, who was wearing tucked-in white collar shirt and black trousers, came waltzing through the area. "A thoughtful expression came to his face, as the younger male in the room scratched his chin. "I don't know why, but it seemed like suddenly everyone in the market started cowering in fear, all the while whispering, 'It's him' and 'the mad devil, he's gonna kill us all.' and all sorts of nonsense. Funny, because the man looks just around our age- S-Senpai?!" Tenzou shouted in shock as the silver-haired man tore across the room, gripping his shoulders with steel-like grip so tight it felt like his bones might break. Kakashi looked at him, eye-to-eye, a desperate tint in those mismatched orbs while he shook his junior into oblivion.
As his head flung back and forth, he saw Haori flapping her arms like a penguin, screaming obscenities at either him or his grandchild.
Kakashi gritted his teeth, clenching the cloth of Tenzou's white T-shirt tightly in his clenched fists. He was shaking like a leaf, silvery bangs falling in front of his beautifully-mismatched eyes like a veil covering the intense emotions swirling in those orbs. The brown-haired man felt a drop of sweat dripping down his cheek as he felt the intense gaze of that almost inhuman red orb on him. "That man… what does he looks like, Tenzou?" His steely voice betrayed nothing of the emotions within.
Tenzou gulped slightly, rolling his eyes around the room in order to avoid eye contact with that demonic crimson gaze. "H-He has short dark hair, I-I guess… with p-pale skin…and I couldn't see his…eyes very well from where I w-was standing, but they were black…with a hint of red in them…!" The younger man let out a shout of surprise when his senpai nearly threw him into him into the kitchen cabinet, with him grappling at the counter for support lest he break his neck. Grandmamma screamed utterly with desperation as she watched her one and only grandchild stormed out with the same crazed passion as the man he was about to meet.
"Tenzou, stop him!" Haori watched helplessly at the brunette struggling to his feet. The walls reverberated from the slam of the front door being opened too roughly. "Please!"
"KAKASHI!"
=X=
The leaves on the ground scrunched loudly underneath the soles of his stampeding feet. A cloud of breath formed in front of him, as he ran through the forest, desperate to get to his destination as the icy wind stung his skin. The beige jacket of the ANBU university did nothing to stop the freezing cold, and he cursed softly underneath his chilling breath; with every inhalation of the winter wind, his lungs burned for deprived oxygen and his nose was already red, flaring with the same kind of burning sensation. But stop running, he did not, for in his mind, every memory of his best friend flashed freshly through his mind like a salvation of sort, reminding him that the same person that had left him years ago was just on the other side of this very forest he was trekking on. His heart beat furiously against his ribcage. With every step he took, the dense canopy of the trees began to thin out. The trail continued.
Obito Uchiha.
He slowed down a little, almost sadly.
'Obito….'
A scrawny-looking boy sniffled grossly, a little stream of blood dripping out from his nose, which was black and blue from the punch Kakashi had given him earlier. "I am Obito Uchiha!" He declared loudly, boldly, ignoring his broken nose. The boy hopped from his seated position on the ground, huffing and puffing his chest with proudness. His strange eyes –black with a shade of red glossed over them, Kakashi noted- glinted in the sunlight with surrealism. "From now on, you're gonna have me as your friend!" He boasted.
Half-lidded eyes stared at the boy blankly. "…Why?" He dared to ask.
The boy –no, Obito, looked utterly scandalised. He balled his fists, waving them in front of his chest with exuberant energy. "Because you're a stuck-up prude!" He yelled as if it was the answer to everything. "And you look like someone who need a friend to tell you how jerky you are. So, I'm the man for the job!"
The silver-haired man, now walking slowly, continued his way to the direction of the smoke. He was ignorant of the melodious chirping of the birds overhead. His mind was in turmoil, lost in a sea of memories even as his body remain in motion.
'Bakakashi! Anything you can do, I can do even better!"
'Seriously, what kind of kid willingly eat oatmeal cookies?! You are one strange prude, you know, Bakakashi…'
'Rin, Kakashi, wait up for me!'
'You know as well as I do that vampire costume is plain awesome! You're just mad that your wolf youkai one looks like a cat just coughed out a hairball!"
'Obito…' The Hatake sighed with a depressing air. 'You were so kind and outgoing, it's hard to believe that when Rin…left us, you…'
"Obito…" He whined softly, but that cold, gleaming gaze did not leave his friend's eyes, instead intensifying, as the young Uchiha studied the prone gasping form on the floor.
"I'll teach you the consequences of breaking a promise, Kakashi…" The penknife glinted evilly in the light of the bedroom, revealing the sharp point of the blade, which was held directly over Kakashi's left eye.
Complete, utter pain as skin was broken and flesh parted between the foreign metal. His blood felt hot against his cheek. His eye was cut in half, sliced directly over the cornea and deep enough to penetrate through the vitreous humor and sever the optic nerve. Veins and arteries were torn, red liquid spilling out. His retina burned hellishly in contrast of the cool stinging of the knife. He yelled, he screamed, he sobbed through it all. He could feel pieces of flesh sticking to his eyelashes. Kakashi struggled in his captor's hold, in an effort to end the agony.
All the meanwhile, there was a vicious sound coming from Obito,alike rolling thunder in the distance. With every agonising passed, the ferocious grew louder in magnitude, until the young Obito released a grating noise very much like a high pitch hyena's yelp. Kakashi's world alternated between red-hot torment and the beastly tone coming from one who had been his best friend.
Red orbs stared with fascination at the blood, transfixed with its bright colour against his friend's pale porcelain skin. He focused on a particular drip of blood, before letting a wide, happy grin when the liquid dripped off the Hatake's chin.
It was the gaze of a person no longer sane.
The sunlight was harsh but invigorating as the forest trail finally ended and Kakashi found himself staring at the red-coloured roof of the Uchiha Mansion. The place was basically the same, with the exception of a few peeling paint and slightly dust-covered window. Aside from the minor changes, it looked like the large house he remembered from his younger days. The lawn were manicured, the grasses short, bushes were trimmed and the fences still intact –clearly the servants had done a splendid job in maintaining the house's unique architecture and exterior beauty (though he knew the interior designs would be well-kept as well). His eyes zeroed in on the chimney, particularly the wisp of dark smoke fuming from it.
Somehow, the atmosphere around the house felt gloomy and dark. Almost…evil.
Kakashi tore his gaze from the rooftop and onto the front door. He blinked, as he noticed more than one set of footprints on the front yard. They looked recent, and the stampede of footsteps marked on the earthen ground made the silver-haired man wondered if the Uchiha family has really moved back in after all these years of leaving the land almost barren.
The Hatake focused back to the entrance. He took a step, before faltering. Guilt consumed him as he thought back to his grandmother, whom he had left behind with his junior back at the cottage. Surely the old woman was either cussing him or bawling her eyes out from the disobedience of the only grandson she had raised and cared for. And Tenzou certainly was spewing insults at him in his mind for leaving him behind with a person he barely knows.
Was he really that bedevilled with the thought of meeting with Obito that he was willing to hurt his loved ones? There was a possibility that the man Tenzou had saw at the marketplace was not the Uchiha he was looking for; just a lookalike with the same features. He might be an Uchiha that Kakashi had never met before.
And if it really was Obito…would he willingly meet up with the very person that had broken his promise to him? Kakashi had failed to protect Rin, and Obito had stolen his left eye away from him as compensation. Shisui even said that Obito doesn't want to meet him anymore, that he should forget their friendship, their bond.
Is Obito even worth it? He had to ask that question to himself. There was no reply.
'I should go back, and apologise to Grandmamma. And Tenzou too. ' Making up his mind, though half-hearted with his decision, Kakashi rocked on his heels for a moment before turning around. So lost in his thoughts, imagine his surprise when he collided with something solid, falling to his ass on the ground with an 'oof'. A large shadow loomed ominously over him, like a shadow of death.
"Oh…Are you lost, little lamb?" A deep-tone voice, clearly a man's, asked mockingly, after a bark of laughter at his slight misfortune. Kakashi's head snapped up, ready to send back a retort, but lost his nerves when he was met with a row of sharp, pointy teeth. 'Those look like they belong to a shark!', the silver-haired man thought alarmingly, hopping quickly to his feet before putting some distance between him and his 'offender'. He almost slid to the ground again when he took a good look at the other man.
The man's posture was sturdy and strong, showing his very-defined muscles and broad shoulders, with long, strong limbs. He was tall, very tall; almost inhuman so. But that insignificant little detail paled in comparison with the man's other characteristics. Small, beady eyes with golden retinas stared at his frozen form rather gleefully, revealing those pointy teeth again in a derisible smile. There were three things on each of his cheek, similarly what gills would look like on a human being. His hair was deep sea blue; non-dyed apparently, its original colour to the roots. But the most frightening, obscene thing was the light blue colouring of his skin. His hands, arms, face –every visible skin was that abnormal colour. All in all, with every details combining together, the man looks every bit exactly of a malicious shark.
Kakashi jumped as that same, grating-like voice came from the grotesque being. "You're trespassing on an Uchiha's property, lamb. If you're smart, you'll run off before I remove you. Forcefully." There was a snarky grin and a hideous chuckle.
The Hatake schooled his face into a façade of calmness. His voice betrayed nothing of the fear he felt of the man, but he could feel his hands shook as he hide them in his pockets in what he hoped the shark-like man interpreted as casual manner. "Then, if you'll excuse me…" He moved slowly, cautious of the burly man. The blue-skinned man just showed off his teeth again in response, watching his every step with those damnable eyes.
He was only a few metres away when he heard another pair of footsteps approaching them. He turned his head slightly in curiosity. He heard the shark man greeted, "Good evening, Boss."
"Kisame," the 'Boss' replied. He…sounded familiar somehow. "What's going on?"
"Oh, just one of those rats from the village again. I just took care of him. Nothing to worry about," then there were some raucous laughter from the blue-skinned man, "though you should see him, Boss, he looked just like a lost, timid little lamb. You would have loved to get your paws on him." Kakashi was tempted to either double back and punched him or just run.
The other unknown man sounded interested though. "Oh, do I?" He turned his head, his face now visible. Even from afar, Kakashi could clearly see him. Familiar eyes widened in surprise.
"…Kakashi?"
The Hatake startled, and tripped on a small stone. He found himself falling to his knees. His knees were scraped, his navy blue pants dirtied with earth. Kakashi was about to haul himself to his feet when a hand was held out to him. Tensing, he slowly slid his gaze from a pair of black, leather shoes, to a collared shirt, the bobbing Adam's apple on a long, corded pale neck before finally meeting two, red-tinted orbs.
"Kakashi Hatake, nice to finally meet you again." Obito Uchiha said, grinning.
=X=
Author's Note:
I'm a Naruto fanatic. But even that horrendous ending that Kishimoto made was not cutting out for me. Out of all the kids of the next generation, I only like Himawari. Bolt just didn't seem appealing to me, and people are already overwanking Sarada, whom her first impression to me is a stalking, stuck-up brat who judge others and criticises them. The others…Ahem.
That ending was a lot of things; it's frustrating, it's disappointing, and it's rushed. (To me anyway)
I wanted to see Kakashi spawned a silver-haired prodigy brat that will kick the crap out of Naruto's and Sasuke's kids. But, noooooo. (Though, I'm kinda glad that he didn't turn into a pairing fodder. Kishi could have just showed him with his kid without revealing who the mother was, just like he did with Lee.) And come on, Kishi, you made Kakashi the Hokage for only half a chapter and have him retired the next. Even the Last movie didn't show his reign as Hokage much!
Part 3 is going to be so boring without Kakashi around. I'm debating if I want to read the next generation's story, which their main problem apparently is, daddy issues. (face-palms)
I'm all hyped up for the upcoming Kakashi's novel though. Its title is "Thunder in the Frozen Sky", I think. Can't wait to read it! :D