Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine. The sentient eye might be.
Adventures of a Snarky Eye
Hey, folks. Meet me; the Copy in Copy-nin. Yeah, you heard that, Kakashi the Copy-nin. Without me, you're just Kakashi the nin. Not so cool now, eh?
Let's get one thing straight before we start. I assume most of you are smarter than Kaka-baka (for a genius, he's remarkably dense). I am neither Kakashi nor Obito. I am an eye. An eye. Hear that? Obito was a person, thus I am not Obito. See, Kakashi doesn't really get that. He goes to the memorial, and he chats with my former host, but for some reason he thinks that I'm a connection with Obito. I mean, yeah, I was in his head and used his blood and all, but really. I'm a biological part, not some talisman.
Sooo. As one of the five remaining sharingan eyes in the world (are there five still? How am I supposed to know?), okay, as one of the few remaining sharingan eyes in the world, I feel that I am special. Yeah, you heard me. Special. So why doesn't Kaka-baka take more care of me? I mean, every time he collapses from overusing me, how do you think I feel?
It hurts, damn it. And hospitals are boring. White walls? Pff. Even his forehead protector is more interesting. (Side note: he doesn't wash it. If you want to see something really gross, look at that headband.)
So Kakashi has these three new students, perky little kids. And I haven't seen them once. He's a selfish guy, sometimes. Hasn't even given me a peek. Actually, my existence is pretty boring most of the time. Either he's got his eyelid down, and I can't see a damn thing, or he's got the forehead protector over me. And yeah, watching him chop people to bits or drill holes into their chests isn't exactly pleasant, but at least it's something to do.
Anyways, the whole self-pity bit he's got going is bloody annoying. And he blames the tears on me. Hah. That medic-girl didn't transplant Obito's tear-ducts for heaven's sake. Eyes don't cry. So, Kakashi, those tears on the left side of your face? All yours.
Hey hey hey. Wait a sec. Who is this? Ooh, I know you. You're in that little black book. Zabuza, right? Momochi Zabuza? Oh yeah. And, yes, right there, the students! Nice to meet you, kids. Don't look so scared, I'm harmless. Heh heh. That was a lie.
Ready Zabuza? I can see your future.
A/N: Just something that got stuck in my head. Probably a one-shot unless circumstances otherwise dictate. Read and Review :)