It was nighttime, and Kakashi lay in his bed, gazing at the ceiling. His head felt as if it was being torn off, why? Because of the day's events that happened to Takashi came gushing into his head. Poor Kakashi couldn't even think straight. He rolled, he twisted in his bed, he did everything he possibly could to ease his mind. But sadly, failed. He cursed loudly, it echoed throughout the quiet house. Takashi, being a few doors down from Kakashi, heard and rushing to his older self's aid.

As he busts through the door, he barely had time to dodge the missile of a lamp. He darted towards the bed, trying to avoid the missiles being thrown by Kakashi. Then, Kakashi knelt down by his bedside gripping the sheets until his knuckles turned white. Takashi laid a hand on his shoulder but he was thrown back into the nightstand and stumbled off into the wall beside the white door. After all, the man was muscular and way stronger than him. What's happening? Takashi kept seated in the corner for he knew that there was nothing he could do.

After a few minutes, the missile throwing, shouting and all activity ceased. Kakashi hung his head low between both his arms, breathing heavily but he was alright. Takashi walked cautiously towards him but before he could reach, Kakashi's head rose and he turned his head towards Takashi. He slowly rose to his feet, gripping his head. Takashi sat in front Kakashi looking at him with worried eyes. The two sat there for a while, Kakashi not looking at Takashi, drowning in silence. But then, that silence broke.

"What's wrong Kakashi?" Takashi sounded frail and like a mother who's worrying her ass off about her son.

"It's just that I was having a head-ache."

"That can't be 'just a head-ache'." Takashi folded his arms. "No head-ache makes a man throw missiles like a tantrum raved teenager and kneel down at his bedside like a four-year old praying to God." He leaned forward to be on his knees and in Kakashi's face. He narrowed his eyes, and said, "What's wrong?" In a very domineering voice. Kakashi looked up at him; his eyes looked lazier than ever, and a bit sad. He was a little hesitant at first, but then he sighed and spoke,

"I was having a…." He paused, thinking on what to call it. Takashi slightly cocked his head to one side, indicating that Kakashi should continue. "It was everything that happened to you."

"Everything that happened to me?" Takashi placed a hand on his chest and came off his knees. "What are you ―"

"Everything that happens to you becomes a memory to me." His sigh was tiresome, and Takashi felt it for the poor man. Kakashi yawned, giving Takashi a sign that he wanted to sleep. Kakashi abruptly rolled back, dropping himself in a lying position and stretching out his long legs and making his feet soles touch Takashi's abdomen. Within no time at all, Kakashi's was fast asleep. Takashi never returned to his room, for he felt that he should stay by Kakashi's side.

Ever since he went out to training with Kakashi and team seven, and to Ichiraku ramen, he felt a closeness to Kakashi. He was kinda like a big brother the way he acted that time, and Takashi could only manage a smile. But soon after, he too fell asleep.

Kakashi woke to the sound of Takashi's voice, beckoning him to wake up. He groaned miserably, and turned his back to the voice. Takashi rolled his eyes with disgust, then he took out a scroll from one of the drawers and slapped Kakashi repeatedly with it until he got up. "Alright, alright!" Kakashi yelled as he sprang from the bed. "Why are you doing that?" Takashi tapped his wrist, and then pointed at the clock. He smiled, "I'm sure you said training begins at ten o'clock and now it's nine fifteen."

"Shit!" Kakashi ran out the room and into the shower. Takashi smiled, knowing that for the very first time, he was going to be early. Takashi hated when Naruto would constantly whine about how his sensei was late. Sure, it was none of his business, but he felt that might as well he had fun in the future while he still can. As he was going into the hallway, that was Kakashi shooting into his room and before Takashi could even say 'that was fast', Kakashi had already finished putting on his clothes.

Takashi had a devil grin on his face, knowing that his plan is so far working. But then, a thought entered his mind. He was supposed to look for Rin!

"Kakashi," he called.

"Hn?"

"Where can I find Rin?"

Kakashi stiffened immediately; Takashi automatically raised a brow, wondering why he behaved like that. Kakashi rose and headed down the hallway, leaving the question unanswered. Takashi followed behind Kakashi, still lost at why he hadn't answered. He never wanted to think of the worst, he never wanted to. Kakashi and Takashi reached outside; Takashi couldn't take any more of it. He tugged on Kakashi's shirt, he abruptly stopped. He looked up into Kakashi's lone eye, and saw sadness flooding it.

"Where's Rin?" he demanded. "Why won't you tell me?! It is because I don't belong here you're ―"

"She's dead."

Takashi felt like he stepped on a landmine. Those words played in his head like an audio track. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He and Kakashi stood frozen in the street, Kakashi staring at the ground while he was staring at Kakashi. The disbelief engulfed him completely, after all he left her alive and well in his time. His poor heart ached from just hearing that.

"What do you mean she's dead?!" He shouted. "We were supposed to protect her!" Takashi almost broke down in tears. "Minato's gone, Obito's gone and now Rin? I hate this place." He planted his face into Kakashi's lower chest area, sniffing. Kakashi's eyes widen with shock, as for long as he knew himself, after the death of his father he never cried again. Wait. Kakashi scratched his head, trying to remember his teenaged days. But nothing came to mind. He knew that he was a teenager but he had no memories of being one.

Takashi eased off him, and wiped his eyes. Kakashi looked on, lost. Then, they saw Gai walking down the road. They both let out a groan of annoyance, not wanting to encounter Konoha's green beast, Maito Gai. But as soon as they made an effort to escape, Gai bellowed on top of his voice, "Kakashi!" They froze instantly, preparing for the onslaught. Gai ran up to Kakashi and hugged him. Kakashi was bewildered as Gai was hugging him.

"Gai, you're hugging me." Kakashi said.

"I've missed you!"

"But I haven't gone anywhere."

Immediately, Gai released his grip. "Minato said that you were dragged into a vortex and from that, you never came back."

Kakashi looked at Takashi then they both looked at Gai. That was why he never had any memories of his teenaged days! His younger self hadn't returned to his rightful space in time yet. Shit. Kakashi stared onwards, stricken with disbelief. Afterwards, everything became a blur and began spiraling like a whirlpool. Kakashi couldn't think, couldn't see properly, and he suddenly felt weak. Gai and Takashi looked at him with concern, then he blacked out.