Rin was a beautiful girl. The boy could remember her dimpled smiles and her jingling laughter that was music to his ears. Rin had the biggest heart of all. He remembered the tender touch of her hands that healed him, time and time again. Hands which had known the touch of blood more than anything else. And yet they hung down loosely at her side. His sharingan was whizzing around unleashed in his rented socket, greedily consuming the image of the broken girl with a lustful hunger, eager to capture her every last inhale and exhale of breath- to her very last.
There was nothing to stop him staring into the beautiful face of Rin. Her brown eyes, once occupied with naive innocence, were long replaced by the anguish and horror of war. She no longer looked the youthful girl she should've been , her face creased ever so slightly, aging her appearance. She had eyes that looked through you, eyes that screamed of seeing far too much and more than she deserved. Her brunette hair framed her pale face and the blue fabric of the head-protector adorned her forehead. The konoha symbol branded it and it was proof that she, like the boy, was a ninja.
Electricity sparked in frenzy as the boy registered the sight. To his utter horror, the boy could only gape at a sight that until then, he wouldn't have dreamed of even in the worst of his multitude of nightmares.
His outstretched hand was embedded deep into the chest of Rin Nohara.
He felt the full force of his destructive power rip through the girl's body. This was real. Kakashi had never been more frightened in his life as a soldier. His hand twitched along with the Chidori and he could pinpoint Rin's body heat dissipating away millisecond after millisecond. He could hear her ribs crack as his hand thrust deeper and deeper into the heart of her chest. He felt his heart shudder against his ribcage every time his hand brushed past a pulsating organ.
And then, he could feel her flesh break at his finger tips as his chidori amplified at the climax, ripping through what little was left of her until the other side. He was alarmed by the rush of coldness as his hand burst out into the open, crisp air, the chidori still sizzling into his prey. Electricity coursed through Rin's body and the lone wisps of hair began to stand on end.
The chidori at the end of the gaping hole illuminated the girl's silhouette, projecting shadows behind her and making her glow with a ghostly light accompanied with her pretty, pale face. A familiar colour burst ceremoniously from her chapped lips, wetting them as it rolled down her chin. A splatter of red landed on the boy's face, but, unlike the hot, thick liquid staining his mask, it landed on his face cold, causing him to flinch.
Kakashi was terrified and repulsed by the sight. He willed to look away, somehow, to close his eyes and pretend he couldn't see. But his left eye snapped open and his stare stood transfixed on the girl, the keen sharingan filing away the gruesome image perfectly, against his will.
His eyes were caught on Rins, and she stared at him, stared through him with those piercing eyes, a pair of hazel-flecked, walnut-coloured deserts, eternally encircling an eclipse. Her eyes were a journey to behold and held sandstorms within. She spoke with him through her eyes as electricity mutilated her throat. They held no sense of hate. There was no blame towards her killer. Only pity. Surprise. Sadness. An apology.
Perhaps it would have been easier if she had hated him. It amplified the boy's pain and anguish spread from his centre to every single nerve currently able to feel. Excruciating pain shot up within him as his irregular breaths fluctuated, making it harder to concentrate. Suffocating in his own kind of madness, he could do nothing but hold the unyielding stare of Rin. He watched her, unblinking, as his electricity penetrated to every inch of her skin. She spoke through her eyes, and Kakashi could see them say "goodbye."