Yasuhiro leaned his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.
The wind was so forceful that it threatened to sweep him over his feet and the bad thing was that any sound was drowned by the rustling sound of the trees.
He grunted and, making sure his kusarigama was still tied on the belt around his waist in its sheath, he continued running away.
His limbs felt ready to collapse and his head was burning with the bloody memories of the slaughter of his entire family in front of his eyes. His grandmother, his parents, his little sister Aya and his older brother Katsuro…
All dead by a man with the most evil eyes he had ever seen. Red irises and pupils so small they got lost in the glowing flames of his Sharingan.
The man had managed to get away before he could take his revenge, and seeing the faces of his beloved ones swirl in his head filled with blood, leftovers of their insides and fear carved on their last expressions, he wanted to scream out loud. The anger inside of him was building up crushing his sorrowful heart and eliminating every little piece of happiness or joy that once lingered in his life.
The sadness had yet to be revealed.
There was none in his heart, only anger and loathing for this cruel world they were living in.
He remembered how his clan was such an unfortunate one; hunted down by everyone who seeked power and glory. His family was the last one left according to his grandfather's stories.
Wrong! I'm the last one left! That inner voice corrected him and he grunted annoyed hearing this voice again.
It had been quiet in his head ever since he fled from his home, but now it had returned increasing the anger inside of him.
Yasuhiro heard footsteps not far away from him.
The wound on his back from the battle with the murderer of his family was becoming too painful to handle, so he jumped up a tree. Drops of sweat tickled his face and he wiped them away, not realizing that they were mixed with tears as well.
He leaned on a tree branch and scanned the vicinity trying to keep his panting silent.
His right hand instinctively shot to the handle of his kusarigama.
"You can't run forever!" he heard a laughing voice shout from the ground.
He saw movements from his left and he hid behind the tree calming down his breathing rate.
Yasuhiro saw from the corner of his dark turquoise eyes one man leading a group of other three.
Yasuhiro frowned.
Where is the one with the Sharingan, he thought nervously. Was he really that bad wounded that he fled, he wondered and kept his eyes fixed on this man's followers who had been there when the one with the Sharingan slaughtered his family. Men who had been standing by and watching as Yasuhiro fought their leader and defeated him.
Now they seeked revenge for their leader. Yasuhiro wouldn't fear fighting them, but he was out of chakra and wounded as well. It was pure luck he was still running and had his senses alert.
He observed the one shinobi leading. He had noticed him wear this disgusting smirk when the shinobi with the Sharingan was fighting him. He had long cupper red hair, falling over his shoulders and hiding his face. A strange tattoo extended from his neck over to his right cheek and his eyes were the eyes of a falcon, like they could see things you couldn't.
Yasuhiro couldn't think properly anymore.
He had no options left; whether he'd continue running and eventually get caught since he had grown so weak, or he would have to confront them and die…
Now, life didn't seem meaningful anymore…
Alone in this world, there was no way he could make it through this life like this.
Knowing that if he'd not been so preoccupied in his battle with Katsuro maybe this would not have happened. Or maybe he'd just have died along with his beloved ones…
Running away was no option…
He didn't mind what fate hold for him anymore…
You're strong, you can do it! The inner voice praised him and Yasuhiro clenched his fists and grabbed his kusarigama causing the chain to cling in the silence of the forest and the sphere that was hanging at the end of the chain covered with fatal spikes hit the tree branch with such force it smashed the wood in two.
Yasuhiro jumped down the tree and landed in front of the tattooed man and his companions.
"Wise decision to show up!" the man said with an ironic grin.
"What do you want from my clan?" Yasuhiro asked fighting the urge to attack right away and erase this arrogant smirk from the man's face.
He chuckled in response, and his companions followed his example.
"Your clan? Your clan was wiped out long before you were even born! We want nothing from your clan, as you say! We only want you!"
Yasuhiro shifted the position of his kusarigama from his right side to his front.
"Me? Then why did you have to kill everyone- everyone else, huh?"
"It's not really something you should know now-!"
"Are you making fun of me?" Yasuhiro shouted with a trembling voice.
"Well, let me enjoy it a little. I barely get the chance to act all strong and mighty here!"
"I'll kill you!" Yasuhiro yelled madly, not believing his ears. How could people think this way, so twisted and insane.
"You defeated the strongest shinobi alive, kid! You should be very proud of yourself!"
Yasuhiro froze, suddenly his grip around his kusarigama numb.
What mind game was that, what was that shinobi talking about.
"Wh-what?"
"You have no idea whom you fought?" the tattooed man frowned in surprise and glanced over his shoulders at his companions and they all started laughing loud simultaneously.
Yasuhiro was getting out of control.
They were making fun of him. And on top of that they were also making fun of their leader, the one who had wiped out his family.
If they were talking about that man with the Sharingan, then they had to be mistaken. He couldn't be the strongest shinobi alive.He was indeed strong, he had to admit that, but still he didn't seem like he had the complete control over his abilities and limits. Unlike Yasuhiro, who had given his all in that battle.
Those were matters he didn't really have the power to think of. All he wanted was to end this.
End this and leave this world with honor, fighting for his lost beloved ones…
"The one you defeated, kid, was none else than the famous Uchiha Madara! Does that name remind you of something?" the man told in a serious tone looking back in Yasuhiro's eyes.
Yasuhiro furrowed his eyebrows and searched the expressions on the four shinobis' faces. They all looked suddenly serious, some even angry.
Uchiha…
They were the strongest clan once upon a time. Of course, he thought, they are the ones that possess the Sharingan. Grandfather had told about them. But it was said that the other clans sent them away because of their rabidness for power, resulting to the reduction of their numbers and their influence over the five great shinobi lands.
He had never heard the name Uchiha Madara before, so he didn't mind whether he was indeed the strongest shinobi alive. He was a lifeless, mad murderer, that's all he needed to know, and though he hadn't killed him, he had wounded him seriously.
Now he wished he had killed him the moment that man with his Sharingan deactivated was on the ground by Yasuhiro's knees moaning in pain. He wished he hadn't hesitated giving him the chance to flee.
He wished he had been less emotional and just made his heart stone for only a brief second.
Just one second enough to chop off that Uchiha's head…
"I don't care even if he were the Tsuchikage himself! If I ever see him again I'll make sure he'll never breathe air from this world again and my face will be the last one he'll see, so that he'll remember why he ended up like this!" Yasuhiro shouted at him with all his might, his heart bounding loud, his head spinning fast and his heart hurting like it never did before.
Tears as warm as his insides flowed down his face and a beautiful sensation of relief flooded his heart with the hope that his wish would become true…
Take revenge and kill Uchiha Madara…
"How did you do it?" the tattooed man asked.
"Do what?"
"Defeat Uchiha!"
Yasuhiro noticed a katana hanging from the man's waist and his hand clenched around the kusarigama's handle tighter.
"I never lost my attention from the battle, unlike him!" he replied simply, weighting his body properly in order to strike. His feet moved slightly on the ground and he tried to remember every little detail of his surroundings as he had observed them previously when he was lurking on the tree branch.
The trees were not dense on that area and he had plenty of space to run and confuse them, while he could create water clones. The tall pine trees had the perfect shape for someone to hide and not be seen, while the ground was filled with small hills and wild animals and there were no hide-outs on the ground.
He hoped they were not familiar with the place here as he was, so there might be some chance for him to survive.
This would only happen if he could wipe them out one by one, while the others were too occupied in something else, like chasing clones. And assuming they didn't know the area…
"You have great potential kid, and you should take advantage of it! You could rule the lands with this strange power of yours!" the shinobi said crossing his muscular arms on his chest.
"Is it really so extra-ordinary for this Uchiha to be defeated? Are you really overestimating him that much?" Yasuhiro asked disgusted with this adoration they showed for that murderer.
The man chuckled lifting an eyebrow.
"You know nothing obviously, so let me give you some history lesson!" he said.
Yasuhiro lifted his kusarigama up. The three shinobi who were standing next to the tattooed one shifted immediately in an attack-posture, but the tattooed man signaled them to stay put.
"I don't care about your histo-!"
"Oh, you will listen, because you're already intrigued to find out more about the murderer of your family in order to use it against him. Or am I wrong?"
Yasuhiro flinched slightly.
He stayed silent his eyes fixed on the shinobi's blue ones. The Sharingan with that strange markings swirling in the red irises came back in his mind.
"As I thought!" the shinobi muttered and made one step closer.
Yasuhiro was ready to hit him with his weapon, but he didn't seem to intend on attacking, so he stayed still.
"Uchiha Madara was the founder of the Village Hidden in the Leaves and once the leader of the Uchiha clan. He was betrayed by both his village and his family, as a result he seeks for revenge. Just like you!"
Yasuhiro pressed his lips together.
"He is searching for strong shinobi who look his perspective. Shinobi who have no fear to change this world to a better place." The tattooed man continued.
Yasuhiro gritted his teeth.
"By killing innocent people?" he growled.
"By creating the appropriate circumstances to bring the strong shinobi forth! To show to the few chosen ones what this world is like. To reveal the true face of this world the so-called-optimistic shinobi and non-shinobi created. We all have been blind for too long, and Uchiha Madara showed us the real thing. He put light on the truth we feared to face. And the few who can confront this reality are the ones with the real potential to change the world!"
Yasuhiro felt sweat on his palms, so he tightened his grip around his weapon.
"Chosen ones?" he wondered out loud.
"Like me. Like you!"
Yasuhiro felt no oxygen reach his brain as his eyes flickered to the four men before he fixed on the tattooed shinobi.
"I don't give a damn about your fucking plans about chosen ones and changing the world! Who are you to cause war in the finally peaceful lands?" he argued, his voice trembling again with anger.
"You don't want to see the truth. You're still blinded by the murder of your dear family, but later, when you think more about it, you'll see! You'll learn!"
"There's nothing to learn than where the hell this chicken Uchiha is hiding!"
"It's not Uchiha who killed your family!"
Yasuhiro punched the air in front of him in frustration.
"Don't fool me, you son of a bitch! He was holding the katana filled with their blood and brains! Of course he killed them!"
"If you hadn't been so lost in this innocent battle of yours against your brother, you would have seen that Uchiha was after you from the beginning. But your beloved brother stood in the way!"
Yasuhiro opened his eyes wide open, his heart felt like shattering in his chest.
"What?"
"We watched your battle, and it was clear who was the strongest and most determined of the two. You hid under your kusarigama thinking it was your brother who attacked you, but it was Uchiha who wanted to encounter you and measure your abilities. If you had not been hiding under your weapon, your family would still be alive! So think it over, whose fault it was!"
Yasuhiro felt the sweat become too much on his palms, as a result the weapon slipped through his hand and hit the ground with a loud metallic cling.
What was this crushing feeling inside his heart…
These tormenting thoughts of guilt and loathing for his own self…
The silence had become unbearable in his head, and suddenly his surroundings had become as dark as the midnight sky in the deepest ends of a cave and as cold as the coldest night in the northern part of the Land of Snow.
He collapsed, his palms shutting down his ears as the silence was filled with imaginary screams of pain and fear. Familiar voices…
Too familiar voices…
And then silence again, as each one of his family let their last breathe in this world…
"Think it over! You won't get away from us!" Yasuhiro heard the man's deep voice next to his ear, but he didn't move, he didn't even flinch. He just stayed there, his knees on the ground, his hands hiding his face from the day.
"You are a chosen one!" he heard the whisper again and then Yasuhiro drowned in his own tears as pain was all he felt…
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Sakura shot from her sleep and found herself panting.
She looked up as soon as she realized that all was just a dream…
Sasuke had been there, along with strange figures. She had only seen their shadows, and Sasuke was leading them towards the edge of the mountain with the faces of the Five Hokages. She had seen his Sharingan before he led the unknown, yet familiar shadows over the edge until their screams were no longer heard.
And then it was her turn…
And Sasuke simply offered her his hand guiding her slowly to the edge of the mountain. She had looked down at her village which had been caught in flames, but she had been not afraid. She had only felt a strange kind of apathy as she just obeyed Sasuke's guidelines.
She had smiled to Sasuke, but he had just looked into her eyes with a cool look, and she had already made the first step, when suddenly the flames all over the village had disappeared and the dead shadows had given their place to small gravels of the mountain.
The hand that was holding hers was not Sasuke's, but Naruto's.
And he was looking at her with a worried look, like he was thinking that she was crazy.
She had been confused and she had been staring for too long at the village, searching for any sign of those serpents made of fire, but all seemed normal. And everything felt normal, like the warm, tight grip around her hand and the arm that curled around her back. Naruto had looked deep in her eyes and had smiled at her a smile she had never seen before.
But it was all a dream…
"Sakura! Are you ok?" she heard Chie's concerned voice from the darkness.
She followed her voice and saw her approaching with a quick pace.
Her short hair was tied in a small bun, as some strands danced around her round face.
"Yeah, I'm fine!"
"You were talking in your sleep." She commented glancing at the snoring Naruto lying on the other side of the small fire they had made.
His one arm was lying over his head hiding his eyes, while his mouth was wide open leaving loud snoring sounds and moans.
"It was just… an intense dream." Sakura said looking at Naruto.
She turned to look at Chie, black circles all around her eyes.
It was the third day since they had left Konoha, and they were still travelling through the dense woods of the Fire Country. The scenery hadn't changed a bit, but thankfully they were approaching the Village of the Eleven Bears, a small village located only a day away from the borders of the Fire Country and the Land of Snow.
There Sakura hoped she'd find proper herb shops in order to make a healing cream for her wound on her stomach.
It had stopped bleeding, but it still made Sakura unable to run as she wanted. She got easily tired and sometimes the pain was so intense she thought her stomach would tear apart any time.
"Do you want me to take over the watch?" she whispered to Chie.
The girl tightened her cloak around her body and shook her head.
"No, I'm fine. Besides it's soon dawn. Rest as long as you have, Sakura!" she told her calmly and walked away to take her place over a rock, where she had a surrounding view of the vicinity, as much as the dense trees provided them.
Sakura wanted to insist in taking over the rest of the shift, but Chie was far to listen and she didn't want to wake Naruto up, although he was not the type that wakes up easily.
Both Naruto and Chie had been treating Sakura as a patient for the last three days, and sometimes it was getting too irritating. This was supposed to be her mission, and she had dragged in a way Naruto and Chie with her. It felt like she was taking advantage of their friendship, although it was not like that.
She sighed and lied back down on her futon to look at the starry sky. The moon was nowhere to be seen from here. The trees were hiding most of the sky, and only a clearing was visible to the limitless sky.
What was this dream about, she wondered pulling up the blanket over her chest.
Why had she dreamed of Sasuke as evil.
It's just a dream, she reminded herself, but that weird smile Naruto had given her made her uneasy.
Remember! Naruto's crazy about you! She heard her inner voice shout at her pointing a finger.
That's no news to me, she thought with a frown.
Yeah, it's not. But hell you've never actually realized it, have you?
Sakura glanced to her side to look at Naruto between the dancing flames of their camp fire. He seemed to enjoy the sleep and his lips were moving slightly.
He looked so peaceful, lost in the dreamtime, hopefully dreaming of something beautiful.
He does look cute! Her inner self said with a high-pitched voice cupping her own face.
Sakura flinched and looked away.
No, that was her inner self's thoughts, not hers.
I should be worrying about more important things, like the fact that we're closing by the Land of Snow, where probably Madara is hiding…
Whatever! It doesn't mean we can't have a little fun! The inner voice said with an irritated frown.
Have fun with Naruto, she thought intensely. Do not ever do that or I'll smash my own head to get rid of you, she thought addressing her sudden burst of anger to her inner self, whom she always saw with long hair.
Although she had short hair ever since that battle against the Sound shinobi during the chuunin exams, she always remembered this inner part of her having long, beautiful hair.
Oh! Ok, ok! Don't get mad!
I'm already mad, considering I pass my time talking to my own consciousness, she thought not hiding a smile.
That's a nice joke!
Yeah, isn't it, Sakura thought and chuckled silently.
There was no way she could sleep anymore, but it didn't matter to her.
She watched over Naruto as his dreams seemed to contain lots and lots of food as he shouted about ice cream over ramen, and chocolate over rice, something that caused Sakura to feel sick.
When the night sky started to lighten up, Chie came over and started packing her stuff and throwing sand over the fire.
Sakura stood up and walked over Naruto to wake him up.
He had turned now lying over his stomach. He had stopped snoring and his one cheek had folded over his arms.
"Hey, Naruto! Naruto wake up!" Sakura said with a rather loud voice. But Naruto slept like a log.
"Is he dead or something?" Chie wondered as she kicked the leftovers of the fire.
"No! He just doesn't wake up even if a meteorite crashes next to him!"
"Naruto! Wake up, you sleeping beauty!" she shouted, not hiding a chuckle as she used Naruto's words.
Naruto moved slightly, but still slept deep.
His eyes flickered under his eyelids.
Sakura wondered whether he was faking it to annoy her.
"Let's leave him here!" Chie said placing her hands over her hips.
Sakura shook him on his shoulder, starting to get pissed off with the blonde's stubbornness even in his sleep.
She had done many pranks when she was little and he wouldn't wake up; like throwing him ice cold water, or waking him up with genjutsu. Most of the times, he would still be sleeping with the only reaction of changing sleeping postures.
What could she do this time…
"Ehm Sakura! What are you doing?" Chie asked.
"Waking him up!" she said and leaned over his ear and brushed her hand through his short blond hair. Naruto flinched and let a small moan. Sakura came closer to his ear and when her lips almost touched his ear, she whispered to him.
"Hey, you silly!"
She observed how his eyelids slowly opened and his eyes flickered to hers. As he was trying to wake up, his pupils expanded in a second and then he shot up dragging his blanket along with him.
"Man! What was that for?" he shouted flushing.
Chie and Sakura exchanged glances and then burst into laughter.
Naruto looked at them with a questioning look.
"Hey! What's so funny?" he asked annoyed moving his hands in front of his face.
"You really are a stubborn sleeper! Sakura was right about all of the stories!" Chie said once she could speak again.
"Huh? What stories?"
"Well, Sakura has told me many of your goofy adventures! Like when your sensei was so pissed off with you not waking up that they hang you from a tree upside down, or when Sakura came into your dreams as a huge, pink coackroach!" Chie laughed again in remembrance of those stories.
Sakura chuckled and met Naruto's annoyed look.
"You told her all this?"
"No wonder she calls you Naruto-kun now!" Sakura commented and smiled widely.
Naruto furrowed his eyebrows and folded his blanket clumsily putting it in his backpack.
"You'll pay for this!" he told her, sounding rather serious. But before he turned his back to her she noticed a glimpse of a cunning grin on his face.
"Well, let's get going! It'll be daylight and we'll be still fooling around here!" Chie said and when they all had packed their stuff and erased every sign or proof that they had been here, they continued their course north.
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Back in Konoha, the sun had already risen and Kakashi yawned deeply as he slowly opened his eyes to the new day.
He felt like a corpse, like he had run around the globe and his limbs had grown numb. He could feel nothing, only a huge heaviness all over his body and a huge void in his head.
He focused on the street lamp across the window and tried to remember anything. A shadow, that's what he remembered.
A shadow standing on that rooftop under that street lamp, and then all was blank again.
It must have been a dream, he thought and turned his head to see that he was in a hospital room, with an empty chair by his side and colourful pattern on the walls.
No, wait, he corrected himself scanning around the room. They were baskets and plastic cups filled with flowers. He tried to smell them, and then he regretted it.
He sneezed loudly and hardly moved his hand to dry his face.
"What the-!"
The door suddenly shot open and Kakashi froze.
"KAKASHI!" a loud voice called and a flash of green soared like rocket over him, making him grunt in pain as it landed over him.
The bed screeched with the weight and Kakashi tried to distinguish who this annoying creature was.
The man pushed him from the shoulders and looked deep in his eyes with the broadest, whitest smile he had ever seen.
He swore he lost his eye sight for a brief moment.
"Gai! What the fuck are you doing?" he grunted pushing him away from him.
Gai was a tall jonin, who used to be in the same class as Kakashi. He was always the little kid who had no natural talents in being a shinobi, but he soon found out the real abilities in taijutsu. As a result, the little not-promising boy became a master in taijutsu and a well respected shinobi in Konoha and beyond. Kakashi always respected him, and was a great person to make fun of.
The smile faded when Gai scanned his friend's face, and Kakashi felt like a thunder had stroke on his head.
My mask…
"Wh-what happened to you?" Gai asked pointing at his face.
Kakashi quickly brushed his face, but it felt like the usual fabric was still on his face.
The relief he felt almost gave him back the hundred years he had lost with the fear that they had taken off his mask.
"What do you want?" Kakashi asked annoyed.
"Oh man! RIN-SAAAAAN!" Gai yelled, causing the windows to quake dangerously.
Kakashi stood up, leaning his back on the wall behind him and scratched the back of his head. Instinctively, his fingers went to his scar on his left eye and that's when he noticed that his eye was open, like his other one. But for some reason he was not looking through his Sharingan. He was watching everything like he should be, in the normal vision like his right eye.
He missed a heartbeat, as he jumped off the bed landing clumsily on the cold floor and ran towards the bathroom.
He needed a second to orientate himself with the two-eyes vision, and when he found the mirror he gasped.
Time had frozen as he found himself staring through his two eyes. Two eyes with no glimpse of a Sharingan.
He shut the door close and when he locked he went back to the mirror, pulling down his mask to see any other changes on his face. But all was normal except his left eye…
"What the fuck?" he muttered touching his eye again and again making sure it was the eye he had ever since the day he had become jonin. Ever since the day his best friend had died and gven him his Sharingan.
No…
This eye was not Obito's…
This eye had the identical colour as his other eye. Dark grey with a ring of lighter grey in the middle. There was no red iris, no swirling marks around the pupil. It was his natural eye-colour, and on top of that he could look normally with it.
"Kakashi! Open up, Kakashi!" he heard Gai shout from outside banging the door.
Kakashi remembered Sakura's words about the problem that had occurred with his Sharingan. That it was not identified by his body, causing him to lose chakra and not be able to use the Sharingan properly. She had said she'd fix it, but she never said she'd take it off completely.
Kakashi grunted annoyed and pulled up his mask before opening the door furious.
"Who did this, huh?" he asked grabbing Gai from the collar of his jonin vest.
Gai looked terrified at him lifting his hands in surrender.
"N-no idea! How on earth should I know?" he said.
Rin came through the door and looked at Kakashi with a wide smile.
Kakashi noticed how she was about to hug him, but froze in her steps when she looked into his two eyes.
"Oh my…!" she gasped placing a palm over her open mouth.
"Rin! Where the hell is my Sharingan?" he yelled making a step closer to Rin.
She opened her eyes widely and flinched.
"I… I don't know! It… it wasn't supposed to go away!" she said silently.
Kakashi looked at the window and slid it open.
He focused at the roof and tried to force chakra through his eye as he always did when in battle.
"What are you doing, Kakashi?" Rin wondered concerned.
Kakashi didn't pay attention. He simply calculated the amount of chakra that was flowing from the centre of his body to his brain and then to his brain, like the power you put in your legs when you want to jump a specific height and length.
His brain let the chakra flow to his optical nerves towards his left eye and his vision suddenly multiplied to a thousand times. The roof looked closer and he could see every tiny little insect on top of it, the markings of many footprints and the swirls of the morning breeze over its edges. Then he looked down at a group of nurses and he could see their every single move ahead in time, even before they actually thought of doing them.
Kakashi sighed relieved and deactivated the Sharingan.
"Kakashi?"
He turned around to face a worried Rin.
"It's there. The Sharingan is there! And it doesn't hurt anymore, so that's good I suppose!" he said with a smile feeling ashamed he doubted Rin's abilities.
"Oh, that's good! But… why is it grey again?" she asked.
"No idea! So, you didn't know this would happen?" he asked sitting down on the bed, feeling exhausted with all this commotion.
"No! I was mostly focusing on stopping the bleeding and keeping your brain from shutting down. Sakura worked on your eye!" she said making Kakashi stop breathing.
Sakura…
"She didn't say anything? Why she… did this?" he wondered pointing at his eye, which suddenly felt so alien.
Rin lowered her gaze.
"No, she didn't! And there is no way we'll find out soon." She said in an undertone.
Kakashi frowned.
He noticed that Rin's eyes were rather red and she even looked really tired. He wondered whether she had been here with him all the time he was unconscious.
"Sakura left the village, along with Naruto and Rin-san's daughter!" Gai spoke looking serious.
Kakashi gasped.
"They left? What do you mean?"
"Three days ago! It was really a mess! Tenzo-san went after them, but it seems they tricked him and hid him in the caves to the east. The Hokage went mad, but for some reason she didn't sent anyone after them." Gai said.
"What?" Kakashi stood up.
"It's said that they're after Madara!"
Kakashi felt like cold water was splashed over him.
Sakura, Naruto and Chie are after Madara… that's complete suicide, he thought.
"Where are my clothes?"
"Kakashi, you just woke up from a long sleep, you shouldn't-!"
"I have to have a talk with the Hokage. Give me my clothes, please!"
Rin simply nodded after a silent moment standing frozen.
Kakashi looked around on his own, but Rin finally gave him a paper bag with his stuff from the bedside table.
"I'm coming with you!" she told him harshly.
Kakashi looked at her as he put on his sandals seeing a truly worried and determined pair of chocolate eyes staring at him.
She flickered from his to her feet.
"I still hadn't the chance to talk to the Hokage. And I can't stand it waiting. Please, do not deny it from me this time!" she said with pressed lips making Kakashi miss a heartbeat.
Memories returned slowly to his blurry mind. He remembered how Rin was kept out of everything because the Hokage didn't trust her and with the fact that she had stopped being a Leaf citizen for a long time now.
But this time, she couldn't be left behind.
This time it was about her daughter's safety, and anger gradually build up in Kakashi's guts knowing that Sakura and Naruto, above all Sakura, were behind this.
"Alright!" he said simply.
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I know it's no good ending for a chapter, but at least Kakashi is finally up!
And i really hope you know who Yasuhiro-san is ;)
Thanx for reading! until next time...!!!