I'm writing again! Don't expect the creative streak to last long though.
"Tell me again why we're doing this?" Kakashi asked his father as he watched what appeared to be hundreds of people, men, women, and children, laughing and enjoying themselves.
"It's a party Kakashi." Sakumo replied. "We're here to enjoy ourselves and have fun."
Kakashi crossed his arms and glared up at his father through silver bangs. "I'm a shinobi, I don't need or want to have fun." He stated.
"Well I'm a shinobi and I want to have fun." Sakumo countered. "Besides, you're five so you should go play with kids your own age." He gave his son a push towards a group of children chasing each other around a tree.
"I don't want to play." Kakashi dug his feet in.
"Too bad." Sakumo said cheerfully as he picked Kakashi up and deposited him in the midst of the children. "Have fun." He called over his shoulder as he made his way to where the adults were located.
Kakashi watched his father disappear into the crowd. He turned towards the other children with a feeling of dread welling up in his gut. They were staring at him, judging him.
"What's your name?" A boy asked. He spoke slowly and loudly, carefully pronouncing each word as if Kakashi wouldn't understand what he was saying.
"Kakashi?" Kakashi said timidly.
"Are you telling us or asking us?" Another boy said snidely. The other children started laughing at this.
"Bet he doesn't know." A girl said. The other children laughed louder.
"Leave him alone." A boy that was wearing goggles said quietly but was ignored by his friends.
Kakashi sighed and turned away, maybe he could find his father and they could leave. Kakashi hated interacting with children his own age, they were either afraid of him, hated him, or treated him like he was stupid. He could hear them go back to their game of chase as if he'd never interrupted them.
He found his father near a large table staked high with food, he was talking animatedly with a group of shinobi. Remembering what his father said about wanting to have fun he decided to leave them be and find a nice quiet place to sit and wait for his father to come and collect him so they could go home and Kakashi could forget this day ever happened.
Kakashi was standing on the outskirts of the field where the party was being held when the boy wearing goggles ran up to him.
"Hi!" He said happily. "Sorry 'bout my friends, they're jerks."
Kakashi nodded.
The boy in the goggles dug his toe into the ground and blushed. "So anyway... I just wanted to come over here and ask you if you wanted to marry me?" He said hurriedly.
"Marry you?" Kakashi asked, confused. "What's that?"
The boy's eyes widened. "You don't know what marriage is?" He asked, shocked.
Kakashi shrugged. If his father hadn't explained it to him it couldn't be that important and he said as much to the goggle wearing boy.
"Of course it's important!" The boy cried. "When two people really like each other they can get married to prove to every one they like each other. I really like you so let's get married!" He held out is hand and in it was a hot pink plastic ring. "This is for you he." He said shyly.
"Thank you." Kakashi said equally shyly. He picked up the ring and went to put it on his finger, but the boy stopped him.
"I get to put it on you, I asked you to marry me so I get to put the ring on you!" He declared.
Kakashi shrugged and handed the ring back.
The goggle wearing boy took it and Kakashi's hand and slipped the ring on his finger. "There!" He nodded happily. "Now we're married!" Without warning he pulled Kakashi to him and kissed him on the lips through his mask.
A flash went off to Kakashi's right and he pulled away from the boy to see his father holding up a camera. "That's going on my Christmas card!" Sakumo cheered.
The goggle wearing boy blushed bright red and ran off into the crowd.
Sakumo ruffled his sons hair. "So who was that?" He asked.
Kakashi shrugged, he'd never gotten the boys name.
"Oh well." Sakumo shrugged. "Are you ready to go home?"
"Yes father." Kakashi said.
"Did you have fun?" Sakumo asked.
Kakashi looked down at the plastic pink ring adorning his finger. "Yes father."
"Good!" Sakumo said. "I'm glad."
Over twenty years later Kakashi sat on his bed, a picture of him as a child being kissed by another young boy wearing goggles in one hand and a hot pink plastic ring in the other. "Obito." He sighed.
