Author's note: This is meant to be a short story, even though I was very
tempted to write a lot. Kakashi is one of my very fav characters and I just
thought I'd fill in a little back story. I don't think It'll be longer
than this one chapter. And I've just begun to watch Naruto, so if I get
something wrong, please let me know!
Please Enjoy!
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Brrring! 'What is that annoying sound?' BRRRRING! Kakashi opened his eyes with reluctance, wishing that the bright light seeping in through the green, flannel curtains would simply dissipate. BRRRRRING! He moaned as he snatched the alarm clock of the counter above his head and brusquely shut it up. He slammed it back down and put his head back on the pillow, knowing that the clock had made some mistake; it was not time to get up yet. He pulled the army green futon back up, then decided it was too hot and pushed it off his chest. His back ached uncomfortably. It always had when he slept too long, ever since he was a teenager. He put a hand up to his face and rubbed the bridge of his nose, the ring finger falling on the lid of his left eye. Just under that lid was the Sharingan, Kakashi's best friend and worst enemy. The silver dog tags clinked on his chest, pleasantly warm. He sat up, his back giving a painful twinge.
'Nine O' Clock already...' He thought. 'Those brats must be waiting for me.' Then he remember Naruto's little eraser trick when they first had met. Kakashi smiled and lay back down. It wouldn't kill them to stand around for another half hour. Ignoring the uncomfortable soreness in his back, he turned over on his stomach and closed his eyes. As he was shifting again he hit the top of his head on the wooden counter. A shower of heavy objects rained don. First came 'Come Come Paradise' Kakashi's favorite reading material that was nothing short of 'R' rated. Next came two, dusty photos, clad with heavy metallic frames. Kakashi Hatake sat up, letting them fall into his lap. He first picked up his book and tossed it near the satchel he was to wear whenever he decided to get dressed. You never know when a book might come in handy. He put the first picture back on the counter then looked t it happily. It showed him and his three students, peppy little Sakura, quiet, reserved Sasuke, and everyone's favorite idiot, Naruto. He chuckled in spite of himself. There was Sasuke, glowering as usual next to Naruto, his teeth bared at the sight of Sasuke and then Sakura between them both, joyfully giving her best grin. Kakashi was at the top, his hands amiably on top Sasuke and Naruto's heads. Kakashi gave another silent laugh.
He thought's changed to the picture in his hands. He stared at it for a while, an emptiness with pockets of eerie nostalgia taking over in his chest. He was in this picture too, but it showed a scene that occurred fifteen years ago, when he was twelve. His younger self scowled back at him (Kakashi supposed he was trying to look tough) next to a boy with jet black hair that was almsot as wild as his own. An enormous pair of orange tinted goggles were fitted around his shining eyes and a black stick poked out of his mouth. Their Sensei was above, his shaggy white hair falling in his eyes and he capped Kakashi and the other boy's head, just as Kakashi had done in previous image. A girl was between them as well. She was so short he head barely appeared in the picture and her round face was decorated with band-aids. Her round face was cheerfully grinning as she held out two "V for Victory!" signs with her hands. She had short cropped, pale white-blue that hung around her in a way that was very much appealing to Kakashi. He remembered he secretly always wanted to touch it to see if it would bounce. Kakashi sighed. Why had he let it happen? Was he too afraid? It always had stuck in his mind like a needle stabbed into is flesh. He couldn't forget them. It had been four years. Four long years. Brave Konpaku, his best friend. Kakashi had always fought by his side, both of them watching each others back. Even if Konpaku thought his was so cool when he wore his goggles, or the way he wore his sleek black hair, Kakashi could never think bad about him. Then there was Chitsume. She was such a tomboy, always doing things her way, rushing into the battle headfirst. But she was kind and gentle. Kakashi had a very big crush on her. But they...
He threw the photo back onto the shelf. 'Don't think about it, just don't think about it.' He told himself, trying as best he could not to get worked up. But he had to think about it. It was already there and now it wouldn't leave until you stopped and chatted with it for a while.
For some reason he was brought back to the day when he'd first found his Sharingan. He was twenty-three years old and he was supposedly invincible in his own book. He had just become a Jounin along with Konpaku and Chitsume. They'd all just finished a rather difficult escort mission and had returned to Konoha victoriously. Now it was night and all three were very hungry.
"RAMEN!" Yelled Chitsume loudly, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"We ALWAYS have Ramen. I want something different." Konpaku groaned.
"But..." Chitsume's eyes watered up and her bottom lips quivered. Kakasi laughed under his breath and shook his head.
"Stop that." Konpaku pushed her playfully aside.
"Gyyyyyyuuuu!" Chitsume pushed back harder. Gyu was her very own made up word, used in every situation to explain every emotion imaginable. He supposed it was anger this time.
"Let's go here!" Konpaku pointed to he Teriyaki place.
"All right, but next time, it's Ramen!" Chitsume bargained.
"I heard that some big clan got killed the other day." Konpaku said thickly through a mouth full of rice.
"Really, which one was it?" Chitsume asked, sipping Ocha.
"Ummmm, that one closest to Konoha. It's like... Urashu or Ushanten." Konpaku put his chopsicks to his lips.
"Uchiha." Kakashi said quietly, breaking apart his own chopsticks. Konpaku sat up straight, his eyes on Kakashi. After a few strained moments the silence was broken. "What?"
"You're going to take off your mask," Konpaku said. "I've known you for eleven years an eatenwith you countless times and I've never seen you face."
"Yeah, what's the deal Kakashi?" Chitsume asked.
"The deal is you two are crazy. I wear this mask because everyone would fall in love with me if I showed them my true face. I'm that handsome." Kakashi smiled shallowly.
"Yeah right, I'll bet you're lips are swollen or something weird like that. Or maybe thee's burn marks." Chitsume reached for Kakashi's face.
"I'll show you my face for a kiss..." Kakashi smiled wryly.
"Ugh, no way, gyu!" Chitsume laughed.
"I'll do it, Kakashi!" Konpaku joked. He climbed over to Kakashi's side and made loud smooching noises with his lips and batted his eyelashes. All three friends broke into laughter. But there was more on Kakashi's mind than he let on. When they left the restaurant and said goodnight, Kakashi went straight to the forest instead of his home. If the Uchiha clan was truly gone something strange was afoot and Kakashi wanted to find out. He hopped over the branches of the looming, rustling trees of the forest. The night shaded all things well and even this close to Konoha village he had to keep a close watch. When he burst through the trees to the Uchiha house courtyard, a terrible sight met his eyes. Carcasses of men and women were strewn everywhere. Some were lying pools of blood on the ground, some mutilated and others simply missing their heads. Kakashi put a hand over his nose. The smell was nauseating. He jumped down nimbly to the closest man. His eyes were wide open. Kakashi almost turned away but something strange made him turn back. The eyes. Sharingan. An ultimately powerful thing sitting here, rotting in some dead man's head Kakashi looked at it for a while. Should he just let it go to waste? Or, was it possible to...
He examined the eye. I was still quite fresh, the true decomposition hadn't yet begun. Kakashi did know of a very skilled doctor in the village. Before he could talk himself out of it, he wrenched out his Kunai and cut around the eyelid. His heart raced so fast it was painful, not only was this the most disgusting and immoral thing he'd ever don, he was letting his guard down almost all the way. He closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and not thinking about it, he pulled out the eyeball with his index finger and thumb. He retched a bit. It was so slimy. He jumped back to the tree, not looking at his hand and got home as fast as he could without looking too suspicious. When he finally reached his home he pulled some ice out of the freezer and placed in in glass with the eye. He washed his hands and wrenched off his gloves, throwing them n the corner. He grabbed the small glass and ran over to the doctor's office. It was late and when Kakashi arrived the doctor was just getting ready to leave and go home.
"Wait!" Kakashi yelled, feeling sickened and hoping the eye was still in tact. He didn't now why he was doing this, his body was just leading him.
"What is it?" The doctor, a portly man with a lot of graying hair asked.
"Can you do complicated surgery?" Kakashi asked, out of breath.
"Yes, but why would-" Kakashi thrust the glass into is hand The doctor stared at it,eyes popping.
"How much?" Kakasi asked grimly.
"We shall see. Come right this way, sir." The doctor ushered him through the door into the glaring white waiting room. He locked the double- doors behind him with a harsh click. He lead Kakashi into a room containing a labyrinth of halls. After stepping through a room with a black plaque bearing the word "SURGERY" Kakashi was facing a long white operating table and a confusing and terrifying array of operating equipment. The doctor hurried around and fiddled with some things.
"I trust you are rich, sir?" The doctor asked. "This won't come cheap."
"I can pay what you want." Kakashi said, eyeing the needles with a nervousness in his stomach.
"Have you eaten in the last few hours?" The doctor asked while snapping on some gloves.
"Yes," He answered. The doctor pressed a bottle ful of thick, noxious looking pink liquid into Kakashi's palm.
"Drink this and run to the sink." He ordered while going off to fiddle with more contraptions. Kakashi looked a the medicine then moved his mask aside and downed it all. Suddenly a burning arose in his stomach and he raced over to the sink. He vomited vciously, tear forming at his eyes.
"What... did you do to me?" Kakashi coughed, retching again.
"You can't have food in your stomach during an operation." The doctor mumbled, filling a syringe with milky liquid. "Now, wash your mouth with some water and clean your face off, then take off your shirt and shoes." Kakashi did as he was told, feeling more and more frightened but not showing it. "Lie down." The doctor instructed, motioning to te table. The last remainders of the nice evening were wearing off and Kakashi was downright terrified.. H moved over to the table and lay down on it, his stomach doing back flips. The doctor moved some blinding lights down and looked at Kakashi through his paper face mask. He put some little sticky circles all over Kakashi's muscular chest and pulled an I.V. out. Before Kakashi could register what was happening the doctor stabbed it into his hand and roughly taped it over.
"Due to the nature of this operation I'm afraid you'll have to stay awake. I'llgive you this medicine so you will feel no serious pain or panic." The doctor took the massive needle full of the milky fluid and jammed it into Kakashi's arm. Kakashi yelled in pain as he pressed it down, the thick liquid penetrating into his blood stream. Kakashi was now very distant. He couldn't see very well and most of his other senses were no adept but he could hear. The doctor waited a moment for the full affect of the medicine to take hold then he moved towards Kakashi, scalpel in hand. He moved to Kakashi's left eye and made a vertical slit all the way down to his cheek bone. Blood oozed out slowly, but the doctor mopped it up with rag. He then peeled backthe four quarters of what once was Kakashi's eyelids. Kakashi could most see himself, one eye closed, the other, open, bald and bleeding, staring into space. The doctor made some other cuts on he outside of Kakashi's eye, slicing swiftly through muscles in just the right place. He rolled he eyeball around, cutting the attaching muscles on either side. He hen used a silver instrument to pluck it right out of Kakshi's head, quickly replacing it with the Sharingan eye. For what seemed lik minutes to the sedated Kakashi was actually hours. The doctor continued on, stitching it back in the correct position, testing it to see if it indeed worked correctly. After fifteen grueling hours, the surgery was complete. The doctor had stitched the eyelid back and injected some medicine in Kakashi so that he could sleep. He wheeled Kakashi's sleeping body into the resting room and let him sleep.
When Kakashi awoke he remembered feeling stupid and distant. The last dregs of the medicine were still there and it was affecting his brain. He tried to open his eyes out of instinct and discovered this was a very bad idea indeed. They were both sore and swollen and seared with unimaginable pain. It was wet around his eyes and the stitches itched his eyelid and the inside of his head. Kakashi moaned, just to find this hurt too.
"Are you awake, Kakashi-San?" The doctor's voice echoed around him.
"Yes..." Kakashi answered hoarsely. "Just take what you want from my vest. There's a lot of money in there." He croaked..
"Yes, Kakashi-San. I'll have a nurse take you home. Do not lift anything heavy and don't open your eyes for at least a week. Avoid anything that puts much pressure on any muscles at all." He instructed. Kakashi moaned back. He felt himself being put into a wheelchair and his head lolled forward on his chest. They rolled him to his house and dropped him into the bed where he stayed for two days, not wanting to eat, or move or do anything. When he was so parched he had to get some water he lurched his way out of the bed and staggered blindly to the kitchen. He groped for the refrigerator but slammed into the wall unexpectedly and fell over on his back. A sense of dread over took him. Did he just tear it out? He hoped to whatever force ruled the world that he didn't not. He lay pathetically on the cold tile, wishing he'd ver gone to the Uchiha house in the first place. When his front door opened suddenly Kakashi's heart leapt. He was in no shape to fight if it was an enemy.
"Kakashi-Kun?" Chitsume's voice called. "Are you in here?"
"Where have you been for the last few days? We've got a new mission." Konpaku called. Kakashi moaned helplessly from the kitchen floor, hoping they would hear him. He heard the footsteps file around and finally the door behind him swung open.
"Kakashi!" Shrieked Chitsume. "What happened?"
"Your eye! Who did this?" Konpaku yelled.
"I did this..." Croaked Kakashi. "I had surgery done..."
"WHAT?" Shouted Chitsume. "Why would you do that?"
"I can't show you now, but in around five days I will. But right now, I'm blind and I can't do anything." Kakashi explained painfully.
"Help me, Chitsume." He felt his two friends pick him up and carry him back to his futon.
"I need to go take care of this mission, Chitsume, do you think...?" He heard Konpaku say.
"Leave everything to me." She answered. After some moments of people moving around and a door shutting, Chitsume returned. "I'll take care of you Kakashi, don't worry." She said soothingly, putting her small hand on his chest. Kakashi shivered a bit. For the next couple days Chitsume cared for Kakashi, helping him get by without his eyes. She'd sit by him, talk to him, and put a cool washcloth on his forehead, and wipe the blood that leaked from the corner of his eyes. Kakashi got used to having her around and somehow felt better than he ever had. One day, when his eye's had stopped bleeding and the stitches were starting to melt away Chitsume came in to stay with him. She'd been staying at his house and Kakashi never felt more endeared to her. Kakashi used the newly reforming muscles to slowly opened up his eyes. The first thing he saw was Chitsume's face looking down at him. His left eye worked. He could see and feel the amazing powers of Sharingan flowing inside of it. The thing that alarmed him was that he could no longer see color and that it took a great effort to keep them open.
"Kakashi..." She murmured, "Your eye... It's..."
"Sharingan, I know. I wanted the power of it. I couldn't let it go to waste."
"You stole a dead man's eye!?" She screamed.
"Do you... hate me now?" Kakashi asked weakly, shutting his eyes again.
"No... I just..." She whispered. Kakashi opened is sore, tired eyes once again and looked at her. She had a hand to her mouth. Kakashi reached out and drowsily touched her other hand. He his hand gently on tops of hers and grasped it weakly.
"Kakashi..." She said dangerously, but her voice faltered.
"Chitsume." He said back, as if they were saying simple words back and forth to one another.
"Don't." She brushed his hand off. Kakashi looked at her deeply.
"Why?" He asked drowsily.
"Because I..." He suddenly put his fingers up to his mask and tugged down.
"I'll show you, but no one else." He smiled., finally revealing his face. She stared at him, reaching her hand over to his white face. She stroked it down his chin then pulled it away.
"Kakashi... why?" She whimpered. "Why only me?"
"Because... I ..." Kakashi began. She suddenly put her finger on his lips.
"Don't say it." She whispered. They stared at each other for a long moment. Then Chitsume flurried forward and put her arms around his neck.
"Ah! Be gentle, my eyes!" Kakashi cried. She nestled close to him, lying next to him under the futon. She lay her head on his chest as Kakashi put his arms around her.
"Now..." She said in a muffled way.
"Hm?" Kakashi questioned.
"Now you can say it." She whispered. Kakashi blushed.
"Well, you know..." He said, embarrassed.
"I do?" She looked up at him.
"Well, uh... I l... lo...love you." He forced out, face burning. She giggled a little. Kakashi smiled a bit.
"Let's get married." She said suddenly.
"Married? Well, isn't that a bit sudden?" Kakashi asked skeptically.
"Why not? We've known each other forever, and it's not like we're never ging to see one another ever again if we don't."
"Well... Sure, why not." Kakashi gave up. He gotten more than he'd bargained for, but he was very happy nonetheless, even if it was strangely sudden. They decided not to tell anyone until about a month, incase things didn't exactly work out.
Kakashi took another week to heal fully. When he was finally back in action, they took their next mission. It was an assassination mission. They had to go out and kill the malcontent Lord of the Nation of Iron. They traveled in the night and arrived near the palace in the morning. As it was not good to kill in broad daylight, they had to wait for nightfall. They set up camp and took a rest, so that they would be ready and alert for the assassination.
"It's good to have you back, Kakashi. I thought you'd never get well. It's been dead boring going on these missions by myself." Konpaku said happily.
"Let me tell you, it wasn't exactly fun, and now I can't use my left eye for regular things." Kakashi said, his headband let down on the left side, covering the Sharingan."
"It's nice to be together as a team again." Chitsume said. "Oh, and by the way... I SAW KAKASHI'S FACE!!!"
"WHHHHHHHAAAAAT!!??" Konpaku screamed. "You evil being!" They began to pay fight, growling and wrestling. Kakashi sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose like he always did.
"How did you get him to take it off?" Konpaku asked.
"There are ways only a woman can work." She raised her eyebrows.
"Ugh, really?" He asked softly.
"Oh, yeah. But I seriously have see-"
"GET DOWN!" Kakashi yelled. They all went flat as a huge Shuriken whizzed by and split a nearby tree in half. Kakashi reached for his headband and uncovered the Sharingan. He saw through the branches at the Ninja in the tree. He wore a black cloak that covered his nose and mouth. His black hair was wild and dirty and his eyes stared menacingly. Chains were strapped along his body and he had three giant Shuriken on his back. He flew down from the tree and violently tracked around them, pulling two long, silver knives from under his cloak. Konpaku jumped p and threw an arsenal of Shuriken and throwing Kunai. The man swiftly unhooked a chain from his body and tossed it at Konpaku, binding him to the tree. Kakashi saw his next move with the Sharingan and silently used Kage Buushin no Jutsu. When he launched the next Shuriken at Kakashi the log he disguised as himself fell into two halves. He yelled in rage as Chitsume came up from behind him and hit him with a Shuriken. She perched herself there and stabbed him with another Kunai. He spun around and quickly coiled his chains around Chitsume's body. She screeched in frustration. The man suddenly charged back to Konpaku, who was struggling with all his might. In one lighting fast flash of blades it happened.
"NOOO!" Shrieked Chitsume. Several diagonal slashes were down Konpaku's body all the way down to his feet. After a moment he feel completely apart, staining the chains with blood. Chitsume sobbed helpless and Kakashi froze a moment his hand clapped over his mouth. He couldn't bring himself to look at the mass of blood, flesh and body parts that was once his best friend. Circulating with anger, Kakashi lashed out at the ninja, lighting spitting violently from his hands. He roared and grasped recklessly at the man, going for a direct hit. The man jumped back and snatched up Chitsume roughly.
"Let me go! LET ME GO!" She flailed around and kicked her legs up and down. Kakashi was frozen again on moment. It was this moment he hated the most out of any moment in his entire existence. If he would have just reacted then things could have turned out differently.
"Help me Kakashi!" She yelled at him. Kakashi snapped back to life and leapt at the ninja just I time for he to run off with Chitsume and disappear forever. Kakashi screamed out loud.
Ninjas in and near the nation of Iron tell of a fearsome Shinobi that slaughtered the entire can of Lords. Kakashi was that man. He took his revenge on every person in that palace, be they servant or guard. They were all found dead. Kakashi returned to Konoha a different man. After a few months he was pretty much the same Kakashi, but he was different in the sense that he always felt empty. He now noticed every little thing wherever he went and never hesitated to strike. He learned over 1,000 techniques ut he was never the same. He simply felt empty.
Kakashi sat on his bed, looking into the picture of his smiling friends and the wife he almost had. He sighed and pulled on his vest and ninja clothes. He rubbed the back of his head and finally went to meet Naruto and the others. When he found them in the field they were not pleased.
"What took you so long, Kakashi-Sensei!?" Naruto complained.
"Sorry, today I go lost on the road of life."
thought I'd fill in a little back story. I don't think It'll be longer
than this one chapter. And I've just begun to watch Naruto, so if I get
something wrong, please let me know!
Please Enjoy!
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Brrring! 'What is that annoying sound?' BRRRRING! Kakashi opened his eyes with reluctance, wishing that the bright light seeping in through the green, flannel curtains would simply dissipate. BRRRRRING! He moaned as he snatched the alarm clock of the counter above his head and brusquely shut it up. He slammed it back down and put his head back on the pillow, knowing that the clock had made some mistake; it was not time to get up yet. He pulled the army green futon back up, then decided it was too hot and pushed it off his chest. His back ached uncomfortably. It always had when he slept too long, ever since he was a teenager. He put a hand up to his face and rubbed the bridge of his nose, the ring finger falling on the lid of his left eye. Just under that lid was the Sharingan, Kakashi's best friend and worst enemy. The silver dog tags clinked on his chest, pleasantly warm. He sat up, his back giving a painful twinge.
'Nine O' Clock already...' He thought. 'Those brats must be waiting for me.' Then he remember Naruto's little eraser trick when they first had met. Kakashi smiled and lay back down. It wouldn't kill them to stand around for another half hour. Ignoring the uncomfortable soreness in his back, he turned over on his stomach and closed his eyes. As he was shifting again he hit the top of his head on the wooden counter. A shower of heavy objects rained don. First came 'Come Come Paradise' Kakashi's favorite reading material that was nothing short of 'R' rated. Next came two, dusty photos, clad with heavy metallic frames. Kakashi Hatake sat up, letting them fall into his lap. He first picked up his book and tossed it near the satchel he was to wear whenever he decided to get dressed. You never know when a book might come in handy. He put the first picture back on the counter then looked t it happily. It showed him and his three students, peppy little Sakura, quiet, reserved Sasuke, and everyone's favorite idiot, Naruto. He chuckled in spite of himself. There was Sasuke, glowering as usual next to Naruto, his teeth bared at the sight of Sasuke and then Sakura between them both, joyfully giving her best grin. Kakashi was at the top, his hands amiably on top Sasuke and Naruto's heads. Kakashi gave another silent laugh.
He thought's changed to the picture in his hands. He stared at it for a while, an emptiness with pockets of eerie nostalgia taking over in his chest. He was in this picture too, but it showed a scene that occurred fifteen years ago, when he was twelve. His younger self scowled back at him (Kakashi supposed he was trying to look tough) next to a boy with jet black hair that was almsot as wild as his own. An enormous pair of orange tinted goggles were fitted around his shining eyes and a black stick poked out of his mouth. Their Sensei was above, his shaggy white hair falling in his eyes and he capped Kakashi and the other boy's head, just as Kakashi had done in previous image. A girl was between them as well. She was so short he head barely appeared in the picture and her round face was decorated with band-aids. Her round face was cheerfully grinning as she held out two "V for Victory!" signs with her hands. She had short cropped, pale white-blue that hung around her in a way that was very much appealing to Kakashi. He remembered he secretly always wanted to touch it to see if it would bounce. Kakashi sighed. Why had he let it happen? Was he too afraid? It always had stuck in his mind like a needle stabbed into is flesh. He couldn't forget them. It had been four years. Four long years. Brave Konpaku, his best friend. Kakashi had always fought by his side, both of them watching each others back. Even if Konpaku thought his was so cool when he wore his goggles, or the way he wore his sleek black hair, Kakashi could never think bad about him. Then there was Chitsume. She was such a tomboy, always doing things her way, rushing into the battle headfirst. But she was kind and gentle. Kakashi had a very big crush on her. But they...
He threw the photo back onto the shelf. 'Don't think about it, just don't think about it.' He told himself, trying as best he could not to get worked up. But he had to think about it. It was already there and now it wouldn't leave until you stopped and chatted with it for a while.
For some reason he was brought back to the day when he'd first found his Sharingan. He was twenty-three years old and he was supposedly invincible in his own book. He had just become a Jounin along with Konpaku and Chitsume. They'd all just finished a rather difficult escort mission and had returned to Konoha victoriously. Now it was night and all three were very hungry.
"RAMEN!" Yelled Chitsume loudly, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"We ALWAYS have Ramen. I want something different." Konpaku groaned.
"But..." Chitsume's eyes watered up and her bottom lips quivered. Kakasi laughed under his breath and shook his head.
"Stop that." Konpaku pushed her playfully aside.
"Gyyyyyyuuuu!" Chitsume pushed back harder. Gyu was her very own made up word, used in every situation to explain every emotion imaginable. He supposed it was anger this time.
"Let's go here!" Konpaku pointed to he Teriyaki place.
"All right, but next time, it's Ramen!" Chitsume bargained.
"I heard that some big clan got killed the other day." Konpaku said thickly through a mouth full of rice.
"Really, which one was it?" Chitsume asked, sipping Ocha.
"Ummmm, that one closest to Konoha. It's like... Urashu or Ushanten." Konpaku put his chopsicks to his lips.
"Uchiha." Kakashi said quietly, breaking apart his own chopsticks. Konpaku sat up straight, his eyes on Kakashi. After a few strained moments the silence was broken. "What?"
"You're going to take off your mask," Konpaku said. "I've known you for eleven years an eatenwith you countless times and I've never seen you face."
"Yeah, what's the deal Kakashi?" Chitsume asked.
"The deal is you two are crazy. I wear this mask because everyone would fall in love with me if I showed them my true face. I'm that handsome." Kakashi smiled shallowly.
"Yeah right, I'll bet you're lips are swollen or something weird like that. Or maybe thee's burn marks." Chitsume reached for Kakashi's face.
"I'll show you my face for a kiss..." Kakashi smiled wryly.
"Ugh, no way, gyu!" Chitsume laughed.
"I'll do it, Kakashi!" Konpaku joked. He climbed over to Kakashi's side and made loud smooching noises with his lips and batted his eyelashes. All three friends broke into laughter. But there was more on Kakashi's mind than he let on. When they left the restaurant and said goodnight, Kakashi went straight to the forest instead of his home. If the Uchiha clan was truly gone something strange was afoot and Kakashi wanted to find out. He hopped over the branches of the looming, rustling trees of the forest. The night shaded all things well and even this close to Konoha village he had to keep a close watch. When he burst through the trees to the Uchiha house courtyard, a terrible sight met his eyes. Carcasses of men and women were strewn everywhere. Some were lying pools of blood on the ground, some mutilated and others simply missing their heads. Kakashi put a hand over his nose. The smell was nauseating. He jumped down nimbly to the closest man. His eyes were wide open. Kakashi almost turned away but something strange made him turn back. The eyes. Sharingan. An ultimately powerful thing sitting here, rotting in some dead man's head Kakashi looked at it for a while. Should he just let it go to waste? Or, was it possible to...
He examined the eye. I was still quite fresh, the true decomposition hadn't yet begun. Kakashi did know of a very skilled doctor in the village. Before he could talk himself out of it, he wrenched out his Kunai and cut around the eyelid. His heart raced so fast it was painful, not only was this the most disgusting and immoral thing he'd ever don, he was letting his guard down almost all the way. He closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and not thinking about it, he pulled out the eyeball with his index finger and thumb. He retched a bit. It was so slimy. He jumped back to the tree, not looking at his hand and got home as fast as he could without looking too suspicious. When he finally reached his home he pulled some ice out of the freezer and placed in in glass with the eye. He washed his hands and wrenched off his gloves, throwing them n the corner. He grabbed the small glass and ran over to the doctor's office. It was late and when Kakashi arrived the doctor was just getting ready to leave and go home.
"Wait!" Kakashi yelled, feeling sickened and hoping the eye was still in tact. He didn't now why he was doing this, his body was just leading him.
"What is it?" The doctor, a portly man with a lot of graying hair asked.
"Can you do complicated surgery?" Kakashi asked, out of breath.
"Yes, but why would-" Kakashi thrust the glass into is hand The doctor stared at it,eyes popping.
"How much?" Kakasi asked grimly.
"We shall see. Come right this way, sir." The doctor ushered him through the door into the glaring white waiting room. He locked the double- doors behind him with a harsh click. He lead Kakashi into a room containing a labyrinth of halls. After stepping through a room with a black plaque bearing the word "SURGERY" Kakashi was facing a long white operating table and a confusing and terrifying array of operating equipment. The doctor hurried around and fiddled with some things.
"I trust you are rich, sir?" The doctor asked. "This won't come cheap."
"I can pay what you want." Kakashi said, eyeing the needles with a nervousness in his stomach.
"Have you eaten in the last few hours?" The doctor asked while snapping on some gloves.
"Yes," He answered. The doctor pressed a bottle ful of thick, noxious looking pink liquid into Kakashi's palm.
"Drink this and run to the sink." He ordered while going off to fiddle with more contraptions. Kakashi looked a the medicine then moved his mask aside and downed it all. Suddenly a burning arose in his stomach and he raced over to the sink. He vomited vciously, tear forming at his eyes.
"What... did you do to me?" Kakashi coughed, retching again.
"You can't have food in your stomach during an operation." The doctor mumbled, filling a syringe with milky liquid. "Now, wash your mouth with some water and clean your face off, then take off your shirt and shoes." Kakashi did as he was told, feeling more and more frightened but not showing it. "Lie down." The doctor instructed, motioning to te table. The last remainders of the nice evening were wearing off and Kakashi was downright terrified.. H moved over to the table and lay down on it, his stomach doing back flips. The doctor moved some blinding lights down and looked at Kakashi through his paper face mask. He put some little sticky circles all over Kakashi's muscular chest and pulled an I.V. out. Before Kakashi could register what was happening the doctor stabbed it into his hand and roughly taped it over.
"Due to the nature of this operation I'm afraid you'll have to stay awake. I'llgive you this medicine so you will feel no serious pain or panic." The doctor took the massive needle full of the milky fluid and jammed it into Kakashi's arm. Kakashi yelled in pain as he pressed it down, the thick liquid penetrating into his blood stream. Kakashi was now very distant. He couldn't see very well and most of his other senses were no adept but he could hear. The doctor waited a moment for the full affect of the medicine to take hold then he moved towards Kakashi, scalpel in hand. He moved to Kakashi's left eye and made a vertical slit all the way down to his cheek bone. Blood oozed out slowly, but the doctor mopped it up with rag. He then peeled backthe four quarters of what once was Kakashi's eyelids. Kakashi could most see himself, one eye closed, the other, open, bald and bleeding, staring into space. The doctor made some other cuts on he outside of Kakashi's eye, slicing swiftly through muscles in just the right place. He rolled he eyeball around, cutting the attaching muscles on either side. He hen used a silver instrument to pluck it right out of Kakshi's head, quickly replacing it with the Sharingan eye. For what seemed lik minutes to the sedated Kakashi was actually hours. The doctor continued on, stitching it back in the correct position, testing it to see if it indeed worked correctly. After fifteen grueling hours, the surgery was complete. The doctor had stitched the eyelid back and injected some medicine in Kakashi so that he could sleep. He wheeled Kakashi's sleeping body into the resting room and let him sleep.
When Kakashi awoke he remembered feeling stupid and distant. The last dregs of the medicine were still there and it was affecting his brain. He tried to open his eyes out of instinct and discovered this was a very bad idea indeed. They were both sore and swollen and seared with unimaginable pain. It was wet around his eyes and the stitches itched his eyelid and the inside of his head. Kakashi moaned, just to find this hurt too.
"Are you awake, Kakashi-San?" The doctor's voice echoed around him.
"Yes..." Kakashi answered hoarsely. "Just take what you want from my vest. There's a lot of money in there." He croaked..
"Yes, Kakashi-San. I'll have a nurse take you home. Do not lift anything heavy and don't open your eyes for at least a week. Avoid anything that puts much pressure on any muscles at all." He instructed. Kakashi moaned back. He felt himself being put into a wheelchair and his head lolled forward on his chest. They rolled him to his house and dropped him into the bed where he stayed for two days, not wanting to eat, or move or do anything. When he was so parched he had to get some water he lurched his way out of the bed and staggered blindly to the kitchen. He groped for the refrigerator but slammed into the wall unexpectedly and fell over on his back. A sense of dread over took him. Did he just tear it out? He hoped to whatever force ruled the world that he didn't not. He lay pathetically on the cold tile, wishing he'd ver gone to the Uchiha house in the first place. When his front door opened suddenly Kakashi's heart leapt. He was in no shape to fight if it was an enemy.
"Kakashi-Kun?" Chitsume's voice called. "Are you in here?"
"Where have you been for the last few days? We've got a new mission." Konpaku called. Kakashi moaned helplessly from the kitchen floor, hoping they would hear him. He heard the footsteps file around and finally the door behind him swung open.
"Kakashi!" Shrieked Chitsume. "What happened?"
"Your eye! Who did this?" Konpaku yelled.
"I did this..." Croaked Kakashi. "I had surgery done..."
"WHAT?" Shouted Chitsume. "Why would you do that?"
"I can't show you now, but in around five days I will. But right now, I'm blind and I can't do anything." Kakashi explained painfully.
"Help me, Chitsume." He felt his two friends pick him up and carry him back to his futon.
"I need to go take care of this mission, Chitsume, do you think...?" He heard Konpaku say.
"Leave everything to me." She answered. After some moments of people moving around and a door shutting, Chitsume returned. "I'll take care of you Kakashi, don't worry." She said soothingly, putting her small hand on his chest. Kakashi shivered a bit. For the next couple days Chitsume cared for Kakashi, helping him get by without his eyes. She'd sit by him, talk to him, and put a cool washcloth on his forehead, and wipe the blood that leaked from the corner of his eyes. Kakashi got used to having her around and somehow felt better than he ever had. One day, when his eye's had stopped bleeding and the stitches were starting to melt away Chitsume came in to stay with him. She'd been staying at his house and Kakashi never felt more endeared to her. Kakashi used the newly reforming muscles to slowly opened up his eyes. The first thing he saw was Chitsume's face looking down at him. His left eye worked. He could see and feel the amazing powers of Sharingan flowing inside of it. The thing that alarmed him was that he could no longer see color and that it took a great effort to keep them open.
"Kakashi..." She murmured, "Your eye... It's..."
"Sharingan, I know. I wanted the power of it. I couldn't let it go to waste."
"You stole a dead man's eye!?" She screamed.
"Do you... hate me now?" Kakashi asked weakly, shutting his eyes again.
"No... I just..." She whispered. Kakashi opened is sore, tired eyes once again and looked at her. She had a hand to her mouth. Kakashi reached out and drowsily touched her other hand. He his hand gently on tops of hers and grasped it weakly.
"Kakashi..." She said dangerously, but her voice faltered.
"Chitsume." He said back, as if they were saying simple words back and forth to one another.
"Don't." She brushed his hand off. Kakashi looked at her deeply.
"Why?" He asked drowsily.
"Because I..." He suddenly put his fingers up to his mask and tugged down.
"I'll show you, but no one else." He smiled., finally revealing his face. She stared at him, reaching her hand over to his white face. She stroked it down his chin then pulled it away.
"Kakashi... why?" She whimpered. "Why only me?"
"Because... I ..." Kakashi began. She suddenly put her finger on his lips.
"Don't say it." She whispered. They stared at each other for a long moment. Then Chitsume flurried forward and put her arms around his neck.
"Ah! Be gentle, my eyes!" Kakashi cried. She nestled close to him, lying next to him under the futon. She lay her head on his chest as Kakashi put his arms around her.
"Now..." She said in a muffled way.
"Hm?" Kakashi questioned.
"Now you can say it." She whispered. Kakashi blushed.
"Well, you know..." He said, embarrassed.
"I do?" She looked up at him.
"Well, uh... I l... lo...love you." He forced out, face burning. She giggled a little. Kakashi smiled a bit.
"Let's get married." She said suddenly.
"Married? Well, isn't that a bit sudden?" Kakashi asked skeptically.
"Why not? We've known each other forever, and it's not like we're never ging to see one another ever again if we don't."
"Well... Sure, why not." Kakashi gave up. He gotten more than he'd bargained for, but he was very happy nonetheless, even if it was strangely sudden. They decided not to tell anyone until about a month, incase things didn't exactly work out.
Kakashi took another week to heal fully. When he was finally back in action, they took their next mission. It was an assassination mission. They had to go out and kill the malcontent Lord of the Nation of Iron. They traveled in the night and arrived near the palace in the morning. As it was not good to kill in broad daylight, they had to wait for nightfall. They set up camp and took a rest, so that they would be ready and alert for the assassination.
"It's good to have you back, Kakashi. I thought you'd never get well. It's been dead boring going on these missions by myself." Konpaku said happily.
"Let me tell you, it wasn't exactly fun, and now I can't use my left eye for regular things." Kakashi said, his headband let down on the left side, covering the Sharingan."
"It's nice to be together as a team again." Chitsume said. "Oh, and by the way... I SAW KAKASHI'S FACE!!!"
"WHHHHHHHAAAAAT!!??" Konpaku screamed. "You evil being!" They began to pay fight, growling and wrestling. Kakashi sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose like he always did.
"How did you get him to take it off?" Konpaku asked.
"There are ways only a woman can work." She raised her eyebrows.
"Ugh, really?" He asked softly.
"Oh, yeah. But I seriously have see-"
"GET DOWN!" Kakashi yelled. They all went flat as a huge Shuriken whizzed by and split a nearby tree in half. Kakashi reached for his headband and uncovered the Sharingan. He saw through the branches at the Ninja in the tree. He wore a black cloak that covered his nose and mouth. His black hair was wild and dirty and his eyes stared menacingly. Chains were strapped along his body and he had three giant Shuriken on his back. He flew down from the tree and violently tracked around them, pulling two long, silver knives from under his cloak. Konpaku jumped p and threw an arsenal of Shuriken and throwing Kunai. The man swiftly unhooked a chain from his body and tossed it at Konpaku, binding him to the tree. Kakashi saw his next move with the Sharingan and silently used Kage Buushin no Jutsu. When he launched the next Shuriken at Kakashi the log he disguised as himself fell into two halves. He yelled in rage as Chitsume came up from behind him and hit him with a Shuriken. She perched herself there and stabbed him with another Kunai. He spun around and quickly coiled his chains around Chitsume's body. She screeched in frustration. The man suddenly charged back to Konpaku, who was struggling with all his might. In one lighting fast flash of blades it happened.
"NOOO!" Shrieked Chitsume. Several diagonal slashes were down Konpaku's body all the way down to his feet. After a moment he feel completely apart, staining the chains with blood. Chitsume sobbed helpless and Kakashi froze a moment his hand clapped over his mouth. He couldn't bring himself to look at the mass of blood, flesh and body parts that was once his best friend. Circulating with anger, Kakashi lashed out at the ninja, lighting spitting violently from his hands. He roared and grasped recklessly at the man, going for a direct hit. The man jumped back and snatched up Chitsume roughly.
"Let me go! LET ME GO!" She flailed around and kicked her legs up and down. Kakashi was frozen again on moment. It was this moment he hated the most out of any moment in his entire existence. If he would have just reacted then things could have turned out differently.
"Help me Kakashi!" She yelled at him. Kakashi snapped back to life and leapt at the ninja just I time for he to run off with Chitsume and disappear forever. Kakashi screamed out loud.
Ninjas in and near the nation of Iron tell of a fearsome Shinobi that slaughtered the entire can of Lords. Kakashi was that man. He took his revenge on every person in that palace, be they servant or guard. They were all found dead. Kakashi returned to Konoha a different man. After a few months he was pretty much the same Kakashi, but he was different in the sense that he always felt empty. He now noticed every little thing wherever he went and never hesitated to strike. He learned over 1,000 techniques ut he was never the same. He simply felt empty.
Kakashi sat on his bed, looking into the picture of his smiling friends and the wife he almost had. He sighed and pulled on his vest and ninja clothes. He rubbed the back of his head and finally went to meet Naruto and the others. When he found them in the field they were not pleased.
"What took you so long, Kakashi-Sensei!?" Naruto complained.
"Sorry, today I go lost on the road of life."