Wow! One day up and I've already gotten a few comments! w Feels so happy

Well guys, in this chapter expect a lot of our favorite angsty Jounin, Kakashi-san! Thanks Sam for helping me with ideas! And thanks to ML for Beta reading this sucka! Anyway… Enjoy I.A.H.L. chapter TWO!

"What are you doing in my house?" The silver haired boy asked, taking a step towards the intruder, fist clenched.

"N-Nothing!" It said, one gloved hand held up for protection, while the other, which held a camera, guided the perpetrator backwards down the dark and steamy hallway. It wasn't long before the intruder tripped over its own feet, head busting against the floor. "Gahh!" it yelled "P-please don't hurt me! I haven't even activated my Sharigan yet!"

Kakashi stopped and leaned on the door frame just before the Uchiha, sighing. Because the light was behind him, Kakashi was only a silhouette to Obito, not even the sides of his face were visible.

"Get outta my house Obito." Kakashi ordered.

"I-"

"Out."

Like an unwanted puppy, Obito stood up, shoulders slouched forward. The Uchiha frowned and looked back at his teammate. Glancing down at his hand once, the Uchiha whipped up his camera, flashing a picture of the mask less Kakashi (In only a towel mind you) and dashed to the door.

"What the-!"

How long had it been since that day? Or night, what ever it was. Kakashi had forgotten, but he wasn't busing himself over the fact Obito had snapped his picture, but rather how painful it would be to drowned himself.

Yes.

He felt that bad. He wanted out. Or In. One of the two.

He was sure to see Obito in the after life. Nirvana, Heaven, Hell, Inner Peace. Didn't matter as long as Obito was there. Kakashi was actually walking around that day, shifting through messy, dusty drawers in his home for objects he could use to bring his demise. Razors, knives, ropes, pills, bags, pillows, the oven, poisons…

Ok, maybe not poisons, but bleach and dish detergent. It still counts right!

He wasn't going to let this not hurt. Kakashi knew that he wouldn't understand Obito afterwards unless he could go through the same pain. Same. Hum… Kakashi looked around, maybe there was something he could use to crush himself with. Unnerved eyes darted across the room from desks and lamps to refrigerators and wardrobes. Nothing. 'Come on'!' Kakashi thought 'You're a god damned genius for god's sake… And you take think of anything?' During his mental lecture, he glanced out the window to the stormy sky. The Jounin stopped in his tracks. A window. A small sadistic smile graced the features of the worn out boy.

Spinning around quickly, the Jounin nearly tripped over his own feet as he brought one foot forward behind the other. Clawing into the bed, Kakashi brought himself back up, knees into his chest and launched himself towards the window's lock. Nervous fingers played around till an audible 'click' sounded and the wide window creaked open. Eyes widening like a child in a candy store, he clumsily climbed onto the sill. The air was damp and cold with a storm from the north. The grey clouds rumbled over head, like slow moving tanks from heaven.

One arm snaked out of the window to grip onto its neighbor, helping Kakashi balance on his stoop. The copy Nin glanced this way and that, as if he'd expect someone to watch. Looking down to the alley below, the Nin smiled. He'd read somewhere in a book that at any height over fifteen feet, the jumper had a 50/50 percent chance of surviving the impact. That is, if they wanted to survive. The distance between himself and the ground was about thirty feet, give or take a few.

Now. It was time to go.

Standing up on the edge of the window sill, Kakashi wobbled as he tried to steady himself. He couldn't let himself fall without having the time to make sure his fall was going to be fatal. Once he had readied himself, Kakashi looked out from his window one more time. Clouds in the distance flashed on and off like a flashlight under thick covers. Kakashi could smell the rain in the air. It wouldn't be long before the bottom of the clouds let out and poured. He might wait for the rain, for if he was gonna die, it'd have to be unhappy. And rain was always unhappy.

As the Hatake waited on his window sill, he reflected over the past. His mind was shot; everything was like a box of puzzle pieces. His mind kept glancing at each piece for a moment before shuffling the box again to see the next. It must've been the puzzle of Obito in his head, because that's all he saw.

"Thanks' Kakashi-kun!" the dark haired boy said in his husky tone. Kakashi merely stuck his nose up to him, making the boy frown. "You could just say you're welcome…"

The night air was crisp and cold, very strange for a summer night. Kakashi wasn't even aware he was being followed, that is, until Obito fell from the branch he was standing on.

Kakashi twitched. These memories weren't what he wanted his last few thoughts to be. But they would soon end anyway. It seemed that now they had just become bits of speech, making sort of a sick suicidal theme song. The rain began to fall.

"Morning-"

"-Doesn't make any sense-"

"-For us only."

"I love you."

The Jounin stood one hand still behind the glass as he leaned forward, breathing in the damp air. The rain was getting harder as it began to slowly soak the boy. Kakashi chuckled "So it comes to this," he scuffed the edge of the window sill with his foot "I've become my father." Straitening up as he breathed in, Kakashi closed his eyes one final time,

"I love you."

And let go.

At first he thought it was his imagination, but the voice was real. It sounded like someone on the T.V., it sounded like static and crackled softly with white noise. The voice was very familiar, and sounded slightly annoyed. It was going to be his down fall.

"Kakashi. No."

At those words, Kakashi whipped around, arms flailing in circles to help him regain his lost balance. Eyes darting across the room, Kakashi saw no one. He stood on the sill for a moment, eyes sinking. He wasn't there. Filled with new despair, Kakashi turned back around and looked out onto the rainy Konoha. He was soaked now. He would fall faster that way.

Wet fingers left a moist trail on the glass as he slipped off his story. It was slow as he fell; feeling all the blood rush to his feet was a weird feeling. Kakashi smiled "I'm faster than the raindrops." The Jounin was hoping the last thing he would see would be the sky, but it was the damp alley walls. Impact was ok. No really pain, just some gross sounds. "I feel sorry for the guy who finds me…" Kakashi sighed "Maybe it'll be someone I know. Like Genma. Yeah, he could take it… Wait."

Kakashi opened his eyes; he was still on the sill. The door opened.