Two to ten he woke up in the morning with a pounding skull. His left eye stung to the point where he couldn't even open it. Gripping the bed sheets, he knew everything was connected from the cell to the sun's rays casting through his window. He didn't know why humans consumed so much, but yet they were still born to die.
Sitting up and waiting for a few moments before the pain in his head subsided a little, he looked into his hands and wondered why he only gave what he sees from this cursed blood red eye that goes along with the gash that ran down his cheek.
Humans only think about themselves, but to whom does he apologize and then he realizes that there's only one big world to fix. Sometimes, the smallest numbers scared the hell out of him and he knew that the children's cancer of this village was washed with acid rain.
Kakashi thought about all the times he could remember and wondered why he wasn't dead yet. He should be dead. However, he figured that humans were not invincible nor were they destructible. Sighing, the jounin ran his fingers through his silver hair, so this is how it will remain, he thought.
It flows like water; it shows you nothing. He gave a large piece of all he had for just some words to tell him who he was. Of course, it was a small price to pay for realization, but he keeps his mouth shut, because they keep him fed and he always hides the thoughts inside his head.
Kakashi forced himself from his bed to stumble slightly into the small bathroom. Looking into the glass he saw his reflection staring back at him. All his focus turned to the ugly scar on his pale face and he chuckled a little. Running the pad of his thumb down the mark, the copy nin asked himself what was real and could he feel this reality.
Was it worth the slaughter every day? Suddenly, he froze in place as he heard the faintest sound at his front door. Grabbing a kunai he kept in the bathroom for no apparent reason, he stalked to his front door, expanding a little bit of his chakra to try and sense if anyone was outside.
His eyebrows rose unexpectedly as an envelope was pushed underneath his door. Clenching his jaw, he picked it up and tore the envelope open and read what was inside. Kakashi bit his lip and absently scratched his tattoo on his right arm as he read the word, "ANBU."
Scanning his eyes over the directions of the mission that was printed on the letter, he thought it sounded easy enough. More body counts seemed to be racking up his list, especially now. Smiling softly, he concluded that it was just a job and he had no time to complain and make mistakes. They're just plastic faces that he will never remember nor feel remorse for. Surprisingly, he felt a sort of peace at that thought and didn't hesitate when he accepted this mission.