0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0
4.) Screamer; Good Charlotte— 3:36
Kakashi had never wanted to be Hokage.
And if you asked him while he was under the influence of just enough alcohol and self-hatred, he would tell you flat out that he'd never wanted to be a ninja either.
He hated himself often enough that he couldn't look in the mirror without wanting to smash his fist into it.
All he'd ever wanted was to be a human being. A man with a little house and a garden, a few dogs, and enough photographs of his friends and family that he no longer had space on the walls for more.
He'd always wanted to be able to walk down the street without his mask and not have people gaping at him, or staring with fluttering eyes and blushing cheeks.
Kakashi had just wanted to be ordinary…
Get married, have a kid he could carry on his shoulders during festivals and chuckle at gapped smiles with.
He'd craved being woken up at three in the morning to fetch down a glass from a high cabinet for a little boy or girl who had woken up thirsty.
He wanted to build snow men in the winter, lay in the grass and count fireflies. Wanted to grin downward while he shaved at a small little face lathered like his own, wielding a popsicle stick instead of a razor. Press bandages to scrubbed elbows and knees and kisses to little foreheads.
He was at heart a hopeless romantic…
And all he had to show for a lifetime of toils was a body patterned with scars, a plant that couldn't be killed, a group of talking nindogs who most of the time thought he was the scum of the earth, and a title that made him feel like all he could do was die in a horrible, painful and possibly futile way to protect his home and all those things he never got to have…
Life, he decided, had a funny way of warping your dreams.
0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0
