Hi guys,
I should start with a sorry, but if I do that all my chapters will start the same way lol. I must say that I put this story aside while dealing with some important things happening in my life (I traveled to another state, went back to school and my exams started). My inspiration for this chapter came when I went to sleep last night and finished writing in my sociology class. I realized that I write a lot of angst and was wondering if you guys would like to see some soft excerpts, or maybe a POV of Minato or Obito? Leave it in the comments.
Thanks for reading and for the comments! :)
~cmsvgp
"Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler." ― Friedrich Nietzsche
When he arrives at the training camp and sees a man standing there waiting for him, Kakashi's first impression of the adult is that he is-
bright, warm, like a ray of sunlight-
-he's young.
The boy recognizes the s feelings, irritation and relief. He knows that he is young and small (cub). Impossible not to notice when his class is twice his size and when children his age are still learning to throw kunai.
He ponders that it can be used as a fast track to a promotion, or as a means of instilling experience in the green jonin (vest without scratches or burns, clean, patchless pants, and unworn sandals). But Kakashi also knows that he is a genius, a prodigy, the kind that only comes around one in generations (he is not deaf, he hears and hears more, the teachers' whispers are loud in the silent halls), who goes through the educational system like a duck in water, the kind who has gifted teachers, not because he needs to learn how to survive, no (that's past, buried along with a one-legged chunnin, wooden chairs and carefree times).
He is the type who needs a teacher to teach him how to thrive.
He thinks and watches, and for a moment he feels guilty at the calm that passes through his limbs as he sees that the man doesn't look like a veteran, doesn't have the look (scars, dark circles under his eyes, and the fatigue that pulls his body down) or the smell (blood, smoke, sulfur, and decay). Kakashi remembers his father (bottomless, dull black eyes, no recognition-!).
It didn't matter. No more. (liar-liar-)
But when the man smiles, smiles so broadly that it seems his face falls apart in two, Kakashi feels his heart calm down. (and when it began to tremble?) and realizes as he approaches
his eyes are beautiful. Blue and transparent like the dew that clings to the grass, and when they turn to the boy (he sighs) and his expression doesn't change,
the boy watches, but doesn't smile back (he can't remember how).
After all, if you look longingly into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.