あの人は私の友達だった…
That person was my friend... When my mother and I first arrived at Konoha seeking shelter after the destruction of our nomadic clan, she was the person who showed us the way to the Hokage Tower. Even when, as she mentioned then, that same day at that same moment she was supposed to be running to class to take an exam. She was selfless like that.
She was my best friend... After my mother's sudden death caused by a long-standing illness no medic-nin could ever cure, Rin promised her parents would now also be mine. They took me in, and I accepted it fairly well because it was that or the orphanage, and I never wished for nothing. She was true to her word like that.
She was my sister... People often forgot we weren't really related, not because we looked similar (we looked quite the opposite, in fact), but because we did everything together. She taught me everything there was to know in the ways of the shinobi of the Leaf, and even if I was younger, there was no patronizing from her part. She was helpful like that.
She was my confident... Or in any case, I was hers. She told me everything, her hopes and dreams, her desire to become a renowned medic-nin like the legendary sannin, Tsunade-sama. She told me about her unending admiration for her sensei, Minato and her heartbreaking devotion for Hatake Kakashi. She was trusting like that.
Selfless, truthful, helpful and trusting, yet all I could feel when she was around was a bitter taste, like poison to my mouth.
Rin was my rival... I'm certain she never considered me hers, and she never knew how I felt about her. But, indeed, to me she was. Because without knowing, she had everything I wanted and not even the crumbs she had sincerely granted to me felt enough.
So, since I couldn't have completely what was hers I decided to take what she wanted the most and wasn't hers yet and would never be.
This story begins with a childish decision. One that, sometimes, feels the reason why everything came to happen, even if that's not the case. But people underestimate the pain of remorse. Sometimes it is asphyxiating.
A/N: This story starts pre-Naruto, during Kakashi's younger days and has already been written all the way until the end of Naruto. Whether I continue to write shippuden will depend on the feedback I receive on what's published so far. So, if you like this story please give me your thumbs up and comments, also constructive criticism is welcomed.
Enjoy!