AN: I know it's been a year since I posted this story, but I decided to add another chapter… to make it more of a Kakashi/Naruto story. I liked your suggestions XD. But I couldn't figure out how to put them in the story and then promise to complete this story.

I'm sorry that Kakashi is even more OOC in this chapter. Also, there is some swearing as well.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

Kakashi stood in a dark ally way as the citizens of Konoha cheered. Their laughing and singing reached his sensitive ears, putting him in an even worse mood. How could they act like that? Didn't they know how many times Naruto had saved their pitiful lives? Even though they didn't deserve his devotion?

"Come on, Kakashi! Join in the celebrations! It's been, officially, a year since the demon died. You should be happy!"

He looked up to see Kurenai standing there with Asuma. Her red eyes gleamed with joy as she watched the Copy Ninja. Kakashi glared at the lady and didn't answer. Who in the right mind would be happy about his student's death! His fists clenched into a fist at his sides, drawing blood before he released the tension. Asuma took his cigarette out of his mouth and held it in-between his fingers. He blew the smoke out of his mouth.

"Kakashi, if you don't come and join in I'll drag you out there myself."

He took a step forward to his silver haired comrade. Kakashi snarled at him, his eyes as coldas they had been during his younger years. What right did they have to make him go out there with those bastards? He spoke in his usual aloof sounding way.

"I'm not going."

Asuma grinned at him as he said,

"You're already outside. There's no point in refusing now."

He never saw the fist coming. Asuma reeled backwards and fell to the ground. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth before he spat it out, coincidently at Kakashi's feet. He looked into Kakashi's eyes. The man had lifted up his headband to reveal his blood red Sharingan. It was spinning slowly. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, staining it crimson. The Copy Nin looked down his nose at the chain smoking ninja and sneered.

"I don't believe you. After what he did for you, this is how you repay him? I can't think of why I ever cared for this worthless village and it's pathetic inhabitants. Selfish bastards."

Kurenai shrieked, but it went unnoticed by the crowd as they threw kunai at wooden dummies made to look like Naruto. How dare Kakashi do that to her husband! She took a step forward. Her heel clicked on the hard pavement.

"How dare you Hatake Kakashi! You have no right to-"

She was cut off by Kakashi's bitter laugh. No right? No RIGHT? Who was she trying to kid? Naruto was his student! Why would he want to go and celebrate his death? What right did Asuma have to make him? He growled,

"No right? Not right? You're denser than I thought, Kurenai. He had no right to force me to go out there."

His voice was cold and his words harsh. He breezed past them and walked into the throng of people. Fingering his kunai, hidden in his shuriken pouch, he pushed past a bunch of civilians he remembered beating Naruto when the poor boy was only six years old. Sakura was throwing kunai at images of Naruto at a booth. He growled at the sight. He should've seen that Sakura never cared about anything beyond her own selfish interests. A young girl, only six or seven, danced up to him holding an advertisement. Her blonde hair was tied up into a bun and her green eyes shined with mischief.

"Sir, would you like to play a game of…"

Her words were lost to 'Sharingan no Kakashi' as he glared at her, effectively silencing the girl. He walked past her and nearly stopped dead in his tracks as he spotted Tsunade, of all people, join in the festivities. Her sombre, brown eyes caught his, showing how little she wanted to be there. He sneered and headed out of the main plaza of Konoha. He wanted to slaughter all of those people partying. How… how did Naruto live through this for so long? Why hadn't he snapped earlier? He kicked a rock out of his path, sending it clattering on the ground a few feet away from him.

The bright lights slowly faded away as he came to the secluded area where the memorial stone rested. Crouching, he traced Naruto's name on the stone. It was still rough and sharp, as it hadn't been worn smooth by the weather yet. The stone cut his finger causing him to bleed. His blood fell to the ground with a soft 'plit.' Ignoring his wound, he stood up and rested a hand on the top of the stone as he looked up at the night sky. The stars twinkled sadly at him up in the dark blanket they rested in.

"I'm sorry… Naruto… I'm sorry I hadn't been there for you when you needed me most… I was a horrible sensei wasn't I? I treated you no better than Sakura or one of your attackers… at least I did, until it was too late."

His gloved hand slammed into the rock. The dull ache didn't bother the lone ninja at all. A sparkling tear slid off his masked face and hit the smooth surface of the memorial stone.

"I should have realised sooner what was happening! I shouldn't have been so blind to how you were truly feeling inside, Naruto! Heh, I'm pathetic. Two years too late I was. I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself… Nor do I think your father and yourself will either. I guess I deserve it though. I've always been a failure… just unlike you I never corrected my mistakes… I never tried to help you when I saw you needed it most. I focused on Uchiha… I wanted him to become my prodigy student, when it was you who held the most potential, with your ability to see past a person's exterior and see what they were truly like. I owe you, Naruto… I really do…"

He stood there for a moment with his Sharingan tightly shut, silently apologizing to his old Genin team and his student, before he took a step backwards from the stone. He must have stood out there for hours, staring blankly ahead. How could his friends just betray him like that? Naruto hadn't done anything wrong! It wasn't like it was his fault his father sealed the god damned Kyuubi in him, but no, they have to turn on him anyways. The most shocking thing had been when Shikamaru, the lazy genius, turned against the poor Jinchuuriki. The boy used to be so level headed and would always think things through before he made a decision, but the boy didn't that time… Probably the worst mistake the Nara would ever make in his whole life.

His finger had scabbed over now that he looked at it. The red cut stood out against his pale skin. He found himself contemplating about Naruto's life and why he had committed suicide in such a painful way. He still remembered the boy holding the glinting kunai in his firm grip, holding it at chest level. He remembered the blood and the death, his own sadness as well, but what stood out most was his pink haired student, Sakura. She had sneered and laughed at the blonde when he finally died, even going so far to kick his corpse. Of course, he had dealt with her, quite harshly too. Still, it didn't do anything to change her poor opinion of Naruto.

But one of these days…

She might regret her actions.

He doubted it though.

Someone walked up to the stone, their presence somewhat calming. He turned to look at the shy heiress as she put down a bunch of white flowers down onto the ground. She looked so sad staring at the memorial stone, her hair shining purple in the moonlight. Her delicate fingers lingered on the cool surface of the stone as she turned to smile sadly at him.

"I loved him you know…"

He smiled sadly at the young Chuunin as she left the grounds as silently as she had come. He had loved the blonde as well... much more than he should have.Why did he have to die, a small part of his mind wandered. He silently answered himself,

"Because it was his time."

He sighed into the wind. Giving one last glance at the stone, he started to leave, pulling his headband over his left eye.

I'm so sorry that I didn't try harder…

I really am.

I'm pathetic aren't I?

I'll never be able to forgive myself…

I'm just like the rest of them…

Bastards…

I hope you went to someplace better than Konoha…

I really do.

You deserved so much better.

You should've had a wife and three children to look after…

Maybe even grandchildren.

Heh, that would've been a sight to see.

He disappeared in wisps of odourless smoke, never to be seen again in Fire Country. Wind blew away the smoke and continued to blow over the land in silent mourning.

I'm so sorry I wasn't there when you needed me most…

I'm so sorry.

AN: Well, was it acceptable? Lol. Sorry that the ending was repetitive… It's been a LONG time since I've written anything angsty.