Warning: Language ? This chapter is mostly seen in Kakashi shoes ( it's not a POV chapter) and if you find him (too much) OOC,… er well… tell me ? And again, forgive me in advance for the horrendous mistakes I've certainly didn't failed to make. By the way, thank you to the reviewers who have been kind enough to explain and correct my mistakes. Thank you again. Musical background: Sigùr Ros, "Agoetis byrjun"
The next two weeks, Hatake Kakashi, as known as the Copy Nin and Sharingan Kakashi, came back only three times in Konoha, just long enough to turn in his report, eat, take a shower and sleep before grabbing another mission and being out again. All thoughts besides "complete the mission" and eventually "stay alive" left his mind. By the end of the second week, he very, very focused on this last thought. He even lost track of the time.
So, when he came back from his last assignment slightly worse for wear, Tsunade give him the week. Certain witnesses said that he had, in fact, being threatened of bodily harm if he even show the tips of his gravity-defying silver hair in a five hundred meters radius around the Hokage Tower before a week. However those statements were not confirmed.
In truth, Kakashi was relived by the order. He was barely standing up, and needed sleep. No wonder he failed to notice, when jumping onto the roofs, the odd animation in the streets for this hour of the night, or the flags here and there, or the fireworks ready to be fired. He had slipped in a half-awake, half-asleep state, noticing only potentially lethal things going toward him.
As soon as he reached his house, his body falling bonelessly on his bed, not bothering to undress, he was dead to the world.
In the morning, surprisingly late for him when he was used to got up early to go to the monument before everything else, he was waken, quite stressfully, by whistles, shouts of joy, music and such, all coming from the street under his apartment.
What the hell ?
He managed to sit enough to cast a glance by the window upon his bed, gathering information on what was going this time. His heart missed a beat when his eye came upon an orange kite flying in the sky over the rooftops of Konoha, looking very much like a stylized nine-tailed fox.
The tenth of October.
It was the fucking tenth of October and he had lost track of the time once more. This time, he was feeling like it was once too many.
Kakashi found himself at a loss to what to do now. Any other "free" day, he would have go, alone, to the monument for a not so quick hello, then he would have wandered around, maybe catching Genma in the process for the lastest gossips and tidbits of information coming from the mission desk before going to Ichiraku, and then perhaps crossing a well-known couple which was acting like they were not one, or evading Gai on one of his rant about youth while reading a good book.
He knew that neither one of the last three persons he had thought of were in Konoha right now, and Genma was ridden to the mission desk, in the Hokage Tower, where he was persona no grata right now.
The monument was no possibility too. Too many people would came by the stone and pray for their dead on this particular day. He was not looking forward seeing people, one, praying, two, offering him their condolences, when they remembered he had been Yondaime's student and dared talk to him.
Going out would not be that a good idea either, even if he avoided as much as possible the bustle. Everything his eye would came upon, every place, the Ichiraku more than any other, would scream his failure as a student and as a teacher to his face, more than any other day.
Today would be a good day to play dead under his blankets. Yeah, it sounded damn good. Hidden from everything, a book in one hand, flashlight in the other, and waiting for the day to pass. Just like a kid frightened by the storm would hide, thinking he would be safer under his blankets to wait for the thunder to go and fade away.
Sometimes, on days like this one, Kakashi wished things could be that simple.
So, he was thinking of staying inside for the whole day, maybe sleeping some more… if this damn window did not open right on one of the main streets where the festival decided to take loudly place, that could have been done.
Kakashi got up with a groan of annoyance. He stretched carefully, knowing he had some painful but not severe cuts here and there, before tossing his dirty and crumpled clothes on the floor of the bathroom. He did not even glance at his reflection in the mirror. Knowing he had failed to remember this day between all left him rather depressed. He did not need to add seeing that face to this day.
His stomach grumbled loudly, reminding its owner that his last meal was a bit too distant to its taste.
However, when Kakashi opened his fridge, he only saw a bright white light coming from its depths.
That's the proverbial icing on the cake.
He closed the door, and sit here, half dressed, on his kitchen floor, suddenly very, very tired and cold and lonely and fed up out of his mind with everything.
His thoughts got back on their own on one Chuunin.
He could always go see if the guy was more awake this time. Anyway, the hospital roof was as good as any other place to go brood in peace for the whole day.
A bit shorter than last chapter… but the next part will need a chapter on its own, so there. I think my Kakashi is a bit on the depressed side, but it's kinda how I picture he would feel on this day, though no-one would notice since he would have the same face-expression as usual ( on the little you would see between the hitai-ate and the mask).
For those who don't know the tenth of October is Naruto birthday. Do the maths.