Hello all! I'm enjoying my last few days at home before I set off once more into the unknown! Ah ha-ha… sigh Anyway, I know that right now in the Naruto world, they should be fighting the Kyuubi by now… But, well… Screw that XD Kyuubi can wait! WE HAVE A FIC TO WRITE! Oh yeah… I'm thinking about throwing in everyone's favorite toothpick chew ninja in for a little while. Genma is older than Kakashi long with most other Jounin, so I think maybe they all sort of look up to him (Like a little Jounin cult or something oo) so yeah… I'm really going to play around with this idea… If I do in fact bring Genma in, I'll OC-him to death… I swear XD

The Uchiha looked a bit flustered, his foot drawing circles in the dusty alley. Both hands behind his back with his shoulders hunched forward, Obito kept glancing from the wall to his shoes and to Kakashi repeatedly, while Kakashi, on the other hand, stood off to one side, hand on his hip.

"Well? You stopped me about, what, half an hour ago to ask me something…?" Kakashi groaned. He was right; it'd been a while since Obito stopped him on his way home from training. The silver haired nin couldn't take it any longer. Turning his back to the Uchiha, Kakashi left, walking towards his home. Obito blinked and looked up, raising a hand as he followed.

"H-Hey! Wait!" Obito shouted. If he did follow through with this he'd kill himself!

"Morning!" the Yondaime called "I hope you liked those dumplings we made for you…" he trailed off, those beautiful blue orbs catching Kakashi on the sill. Kakashi could see the 4th's face pale as he dropped the steaming basket of food on the floor beside him. Swallowing hard, the Hokage took a slow step forward, voice stern as he spoke. "Get down, right now." He spoke as though Kakashi was standing atop a table instead of the Sill of Death.

Kakashi had grown a look of disappointment. "You ruined it." He said, turning back around and taking a step forward, out the window. Amazingly the Yondaime didn't even flinch, and Kakashi knew why. As Kakashi fell, only two seconds after take off, the 4th had knocked him back up, holding the boy in the crook of his arm. The man was so fast; the boy didn't even have a chance. If Kakashi hadn't had the wind knocked out of him, he would've said something like "Fucking bastard and your flashy Jutsu." As soon as the two had found them selves back indoors, the 4th literally threw Kakashi down. Looking up at him from the floor, Kakashi could see how sickened the Hokage looked.

His face was pained and sorrowful as if Kakashi had already died. Dark lines under his eyes from lack of sleep were amplified, making him look worn. The Hokage must've been running through the rain because there water dripping off the ends of his bright, spiky hair. Kakashi was still wondering how he always kept it up like that. But that wasn't what he was wondering right now. He needed to know what to do next to make it look like he hadn't known what he'd been doing.

So far he was succeeding; his hands were trembling as he steadied himself on the floor. Eyes now wide and panicked, Kakashi looked away, playing the Yondaime into thinking that Kakashi was afraid. And in fact he was, but for all the wrong reasons. The Jounin was afraid that he wasn't going to die. He wanted… No he needed to die. He wasn't supposed to be alive, Obito was. Before long his entire body was shivering from all the cold rain, causing him to bring his arms into his chest and rub he shoulders to create friction. His sensei must've gotten the obvious signs and rushed into Kakashi's closet for a few extra blankets.

Soon the Yondaime had wrapped his student up in a thick layer of warm towels and blankets, set him down in his bed, closed the window (Which had been letting in cold air) and was busily making Kakashi some therapeutic tea. The home was tense and silent. Kakashi could already hear himself being chewed out. He had obviously become sick, sitting in the sill with only the clothes on his back had gotten to him. Kakashi wasn't able to smell the strong aroma of the tea, nor could he hear much. Water had gotten into his ears from all the rain, which might lead to an infection.

"Kakashi-kun," the Hokage's words broke the long dreary silence and made Kakashi jump in his fabric cocoon "I know you feel bad about... Obito." There was obvious downcast in his voice. "But that doesn't mean you can do something so drastic. You aren't the only one in pain, and Obito wouldn't have wanted it." Silently, Kakashi nodded, it would've been disrespectful not to. The Yondaime had told him something and it was best to acknowledge it. He didn't sound mad, but it was evident that the 4th was upset with Kakashi now. He'd thought he'd known him better.

Before long the time was finished and the Yondaime had forced Kakashi to guzzle down about four cups of the steaming liquid. If Kakashi hadn't been feeling so sorrowful, he would've been all over the Yondaime's case, throwing a fit over how he was going to have holes burned through his throat. Seeing the look of disapproval in the boy's face, the 4th couldn't help but smile slightly. "Sorry it burns, but it's the only way I can keep you from getting sick for a while… You'll have to keep drinking that if you want to get better." Kakashi turned away in his wrappings.

Getting up from where he had been sitting on the bed, The Yondaime walked back into the kitchen to make a second batch of tea for his student. There was something bothering the Hokage, which was very rare. He knew something, something that would hurt Kakashi's feelings he knew that he knew… And if he knew that he knew… Then, well. You should get the picture. Chaos. But of course, the Yondaime didn't want to keep secrets from his students.

"Kakashi-kun…" the Teacher started, "I… I knew about you and Obito." Looking over to his student, the Hokage saw Kakashi sit up straight, pulling the blankets off him. He had the look of some who'd just found out they'd been watched from afar their entire life. Privacy invaded and secrets revealed. Under his mask, the Jounin grit his teeth. He had known? But how? Kakashi learned from the best to keep thing hidden. He had even educated Obito on the matter. Kakashi was an inspiring young ninja, he couldn't let people know of his secret life.

But… It had slipped out once before. And when that happened, that was the end. It wasn't to long ago, but it wasn't their choice. Kakashi couldn't make himself look at his sensei, he almost felt ashamed. The Yondaime sighed, frowning "Kakashi-kun, don't be mad… I've known for a long time. And I understand." He smiled lightly, going back to his student to pat him on the back, sitting back down onto the bed beside Kakashi. The Hokage didn't know what exactly the boy was thinking about, but he was sure it would lead to either a break through or a break down. Hopefully it wouldn't lead to the latter.

"How did you find out?" Kakashi asked, shrugging off the 4th's hand.

"Just by the way you acted. It was very, very subtle and I didn't get it right off the bat, but" the Hokage smiled a bit more "You seemed a little bit happier."

"Did not."

"Did to."

"Did not."

"Oh be quiet."

"You started this conversation."

The 4th's eyes turned upwards into happy crescents, laughing "You're such a little brat," as he wrapped a strong hand around the boy's shoulders. Opening his eyes, he saw that Kakashi had pulled his legs into his chest, hunched over as he began to sob. Did he have to bring up that subject. What was in the past was done. No need to dig it up. Pulling down his mask, so as not to get it wet with tears, Kakashi crossed his arms in front of himself and rested his forehead on his arms as he cried.

All the Hokage could do was hold onto his student as he cried. Kakashi was taking hard. Very hard. He hadn't been there to see what had leaded up to Obito's death but Kakashi obviously felt guilty. Holding onto the boy as he shook was hard for the Yondaime, It wasn't as though Obito would not be back the next day, nor that Kakashi could bring Obito back. Feeling the strong hands wrap around him, Kakashi clung to them and cried into his teacher's chest. For a while Kakashi was blubbering incoherently but once he calmed down his words became understandable.

"I m-miss him so much sensei," Kakashi yowled, clawing onto the front of the Hokage's vest "I miss him s-so much…" His voice was clear without a mask in the way. Kakashi, in his rush of emotions, said something he would regret later "I have to go to him. I need to go to him, sensei." To these words, the 4th grabbed onto Kakashi's shoulders, pushing him back to look him in the eye.

"Don't say that Kakashi-kun. It's foolish." It had been a long time since the Hokage had seen his student's face. And it was very different from the last time he'd seen it too. Kakashi was only twelve, face still round from his young age. But now, at fourteen, his face was beginning to narrow, showing signs of maturity. Though right now, his features were flushed and tear stained. Frowning, the Yondaime pulled Kakashi back into his embrace and said "Don't worry, we'll get over this. Just see…"

Look out the window, the rain is falling hard and fast.

"Just see."