disclamer: nothing is mine, blah blah, if i owned naruto i wouldn't be on fanfiction and team 7 would actually be a functioning team.
The Hatake Pup
Chapter 1: Dark Soul (Free Me from this Mortal Coil)
It was an exquisitely beautiful day. The weather was crisp as large fluffy clouds drifted lazily across the warm blue sky. The autumn leaves danced in dull reds and golden oranges while they fell slowly to earth. If this was a story about the Nara's, we would find our protagonist here, staring up at the heavens and wondering why he of all people had to get saddled with the responsibilities of leading such a large clan.
What a drag…
However this story is not about the Nara's. In all actuality it's about a different clan, a much smaller clan.
The Hatake clan.
The lone entirety of said clan (if you could really call it that anymore) was currently kneeling in front of a large carved stone. The sun reflected dully on the polished surface that bore the names of Kohona's fallen heroes.
'Sensei…'
The teenaged Anbu knelt there in the soft light of morning. The dew on the grass makes his knees damp, but he doesn't move, being as still and silent as a statue. The noiseless warrior had run out of words a few hours ago, back when the sun had only begun streaking across the auburn sky. Nightmares had chased him away from sleep, yet again (this had become a regular occurrence starting when he was five and had found his father's body, Eventually joined by the horrible images and twisted voices of Obito, Rin and Minato-Sensei. You failed us) and having no missions to throw himself into, he had retreated to one of his safe places, the KIA monument.
Time and time again Kakashi would find himself here, talking to his ghosts to avoid his demons. He would come here often: sometimes for fifteen minutes, sometimes for three or four hours, and occasionally - on rare days like this one- for even longer.
'It's been awhile, I know…"
It was one of those infrequent times that the Anbu agent was given off, or, rather, one of those days they had ordered him to 'take it easy.' Because running suicide solo missions back to back for months on end barley stoping in between wasn't considered 'helthy.' At least that's what they had said.
'But I'm here now…'
So after having been ordered to take a week or so off, The legendary sharingan no Kakashi grudgingly complied. Besides, he knew if his old team were still alive that Rin would have chastised him for being so reckless.
'I'm not sure how much longer I can take this…'
If they were still alive she would have lectured him to be more careful, to which he would have grunted a short reply. Obito most likely would take offence at this and insult him on Rin's behalf. He knew that then the two of them would get into an argument- slowly escalating and getting more heated by the minute… (at least on Obito's side of it, Kakashi had always been calm and cold) until either Rin bonked them both on the head or Sensei pulled them apart. But.. they weren't still alive so he was reckless. Not like he had anything to come back to if he died out there.
Besides, if he ever stopped long enough to catch his breath, the past would come out of that little corner of his mind he'd so often box it into. Before he'd know it, the mangled bodies of his family, his precious people would be before him again.
Obito's body crushed beyond repair… eye socket empty and filled with blood…
Rin with his arm through her chest, his name on her lips….
Sensei and Kushina-nee, lying cold next to the newborn son they'd never get to know
'This… killing, hatred, death…. It's a cycle that will never end, right Sensei?'
And so now he would throw himself into his missions, taking multiple S and double S ranks... solo. He'd string mission after mission together in hopes that this time it would finally be over, that this time he'd be given the mission he couldn't complete. That this time he'd finally be released from this torture, it would only be fair.
However life and time isn't fair, it never was, never had been.
'I know I promised you I wouldn't leave like my father did, but…'
Each and every time Kakashi would come back slightly battered, but none the worse for wear, ready to report another perfect success - did they honestly expect anything less?- before taking the next S or double S ranked mission off the stack and hedging back out.
Hunt, fight, kill, come home, visit Obito, Sensei and Rin, report back (show up late ofcourse), repeat.
'I'm not so good at keeping my promises, am I?'
It became the habit, the repetition he was able to find some small comfort in. It was one thing that wouldn't change on him.
It was time to go now. (not that being late ever stopped him) Hatake Kakashi had received a summons from the Sandaime Hokage 'requesting' his presence at the hokage tower over an hour ago. The Hatake had a sneaking suspicion about what was to be asked of him and he wasn't sure how he felt about it, but a shinobi doesn't have feelings so he pushes the thoughts aside.
It was an exquisitely beautiful day today. Large fluffy clouds drifted lazily across the warm blue sky as the autumn leaves danced in crimson reds and burnt oranges while they fell slowly to earth. The last surviving Hatake slowly rises to his feet, casting one last look at the memorial before heading on his way.
'But… I swear… I swear I'll try'
a/n: sooooo... whatda think? I'm kinda new to writing (ignore my other dabbles pls) so please review to let me know how bad it sucks, what i could do better, what i'm doing right (if anything)
also: have any of you played dark souls before? I've heard it's pretty insanely hard, perhaps a good analogy for Kakashi's life right now. I hope to make the next one longer ... one day, school started so it may be a bit before i write more.
GIVE ME SUGGESTIONS ON WHAT TO WRITE NEXT CHAPTER PLEASE?!
