Chapter 3
"Taicho, you are expected to be present for today's meeting." Kakashi's kouhai, Yamato stated placidly as he went out onto the roof to receive him from his most recent S-ranked mission. Merely inclining his head in a curt nod, Kakashi abruptly and silently reappeared in the conference room, he was not in an accommodating mood today and he made that clearly known. Sitting on the hard backed chair, he was halfway back into his Jounin persona, his posture sliding into a casual slouch, his aura, however, was still tinged with much more danger than his usual facade.
The meeting droned on and on and Kakashi was almost tempted to rile the ANBU by taking out his Icha Icha Tactics. Sometimes, he honestly felt that his Jounin personality did live a high-flying life, courting death in the most mundane matters with the punctilious superiors. In fact, in retrospect that facet of his Jounin persona was probably brought on by his suicidal tendencies warped into dark humor. It started off with him bounding his intellectual textbooks (pocket-sized) into the cover page of Jiraiya's romance novels after all of his teammates' deaths. It amused him to no end how people reacted when he brazenly walked on the streets, all while achieving the goal of having people leave however, he grew to have a detached taste in the 'degenerate content'. After all, Jiraiya did have a ludicrous and twisted sense of humor that tickled his own.
After contemplating on all this 'useless nonsense', the meeting finally ended and luckily for him, he had both an eidetic memory as well as an phonographic one. The conversation was simply registered subconsciously and would be easily evaluated at a later time. Languidly stretching his muscles as he stood up from his reclined position on the hard backed chair, he lamented on the hyperthymesia he was born with, further enhanced by his possession of the Sharingan. Sighing in relief at the end of the boring past hour or so, he decided that it was due for him to irk his genin students. After all, it wouldn't be right of him to disappoint his students of his established reputation of a 'sadistic and lazy bastard'. Humming in his jovial thoughts, he went out of the conference room and decided to take a scenic stroll to his meeting place with his students.
Slowly allowing himself to immerse into his Jounin persona, he intentionally slouched casually as he whipped out his prized possession. However, most importantly he was tamping down the memories that were still volatile and fresh on his mind- the multiple kills he made in eradicating a dangerous clan. After the number of deaths of he encountered and caused, the idea of death should have been something clinical and as common as the weather. And, indeed he did hold this mentality most of time, after all one of his specialities is actually assassination. However, he did get occasional bouts of guilt and melancholy especially when he was in his Jounin persona.
Brushing off his morbid thoughts, he decided it was more pertinent to meet up with his students as they were probably after his blood already as he was about four hours late. Curling up the corners of his mouth, he had an amused smile underneath his ever-present mask as he headed over to the meeting place.
Hmm...what excuse should I give today? Something ludicrous, or would something mundane be more infuriating...
