The screaming man
He merely blinked, but Rin Nohara was there again, still staring at him those wide open eyes. Her soft, reverent voice seeped to the forefront of his mind, breaking his stoic psychosis from the inside out. The last stutter of his name, the girl's very last attempt at a word, reverberated up within him. "ka…k…kakashi" He could hear it clear as daylight, and each syllable pierced through him, over and over. He would blink again but Rin would not leave. Her face, seemingly robbed of her youthful days, screamed of a kind of betrayal that wasn't there before. And he watched, transfixed, unable to pull away from her stare, the dark and gloom of nothingness settle in. He blinked again, but Rin was still there and he watched himself, this time, thrust his arm into her chest and rip her apart. Again, he watched all the sense fade away from her eyes, and the colour of oblivion permeate them.
"GWAAAAAAAAAAA-AAAAAAHHHHEUGH"
The man woke up screaming. The sound of quick, sharp breaths surrounded the apartment room as the man repressed his violent electric chakra, on the verge of pooling at his finger tips. His heartbeat throttled against his ribcage. He was reminded of the girl again, and the feeling of a pulsating organ as his hand past through it and- "No." Stop. He can't be thinking of this now. "Stop…haah, haah..calm…calm down…control your emotions…c-control"
He woke up shaking, and even though there was a burning heat threatening to engulf him in fire, he convinced himself of the cold in the room. Cold sweat stuck his clothing to his back. Hatake Kakashi sat there in silence, his mind need not process the nightmare, having seen it night after night. The girl's face was still fresh in his mind. No. It was forever etched in stone, and he had the sharingan to thank for that. The sharingan which vigorously recorded every last detail, every last half-emotion, and he could never forget the once beautiful face of Rin Nohara. It was nothing short of torture to watch himself murder the girl who loved him over, and over and over like some broken record- to break his vow to Rin and Obito again and again and again.
It was only now that the man realised the tears rolling off his chin. Throwing a hand to his left eye, he violently brushed the hot liquid away. He drew his hand in front of him, half-expecting to see red. But he wasn't bleeding.
Dawn crept up behind him. Within a few minutes, the man was dressed; and as he pulled on his mask after wiping his tears, he escaped the ghosts in his room. He went, ready to face the ghosts at the graves.
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