Sorry for the extremely long wait, but now I'm back!!! Hopefully I'll be able to update again soon, I'm trying to get back in the click of it.
Sadly this story will be ending soon so I'm trying to stretch it out. (But that means shorter chapters.)
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Naruto!!
Kakashi woke to find himself on a small cot surrounded by dozens of other small cots. At first he couldn't figure out where he was and how he'd gotten there, then it all came rushing back to him, the intuders, his family, the blood. The last thing he remembered was being carried across the village by the hokage, he must have left him here at one of the relief shelters.
He sat up and looked around, there were kids running around playing with other kids, probaly ignorant of what had happened, otherwise they wouldn't be running around screaming their heads off like they were at summer camp. There was a clock on the wall, it read 11:32 am. Somewhere in the back of his head the voice that every little kid had screamed at him that today was his birthday.
"Happy birthday to me." He muttered under his breath.
"Hatake Kakashi?" A voiced asked from behind him.
He turned his head just enough to see the young women kneeling next to his cot. He nodded his head.
"Ah good, I have your name right. The Hokage brought you in late last night, you'll have to stay here until a family member or a friend comes and gets you." She sad in a sickely sweet tone. "We'll be serving lunch here shortly so until then why don't you go and play with the other children." She motioned to the other kids then stood and walked off.
How could she even suggest that he would want to play at a time like this? He had to go find his family, or what was left of them.
Kakashi stood and walked towards the area where the other kids were playing, there was nobody he recognized anyway. He had to sidestep to avoid a few of the more hyper ones before he made it to the back door unoticed. He slipped out and made a beeline for the trees to avoid detection from the few Chuunin who were assigned to guard the place.
Staying low just inside the treeline he made his way around the building to the main entrance, there he waited until no one was looking, and darted across the street into an allyway.
After what seemed like hours of traversing the maze-like allyways of Konoha, sometimes having to double back and take a different route due to too much debris piled up to continue, he finally made it to what was left of his home.
Shoving the scrap of door away he stepped inside. There were no bodies in the front room, but then all the action went on up stairs. He made his way to the steps hoping that he would wake up soon and be in his bed with Kichi in her's across the room. Then they would get up, and open presents, and have cake for breakfast, and everyone would be happy, and smiling, and not dead, perfectly happy and alive, but he knew that wouldn't happen. Sometimes he hated being so realistic.
Carefully he started to climb the stairs, he knew the clean-up crews had already been through, otherwise he would be able to see his twins lifeless corpse lying on the top step. When he reached the top he could see that the blood had only been hastely wiped off.
The first part of the hall looked like a bomb had gone off. A small voice in the back of his head told him that he caused that damage and part of him was proud.
Continuing on to the first bedroom he found the door in a pile of splinters on the ground, the result of his mother's explosive tags. This was his bedroom, the room he shared with Kichi. He entered. The window was smashed out and kunai littered almost all the surfaces. The painting of Kichi had been knocked over on it's face, probaly ruined.
He picked his way around the kunai to his bed and after removing the few that had made it on the bed he crawled under the covers and curled into tight ball.
Tora and Ronin were dead, his twin sister was dead, his parents were dead, and who knew where Leiko, Amida, Jiro, Rini, Raidon, and Takai were. Probaly dead too. He was all alone.
He hugged himself tighter and started to sob. This is probaly the worst birthday in history. He thought. He closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep hoping somebody would come and rescue him from this nightmare.
A/N
So sorry for the long wait and the short update but I figured a small update is better than no update, right?
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