A collection of one-shots about the secret lives of our favorite characters. I'll be writing one every day or every other day. If you have any requests for new characters to do, please input it into a review. I may or may not do the character depending on my feelings about the character. Leave suggestions, critiques, flames, etc in a review, and I'll reply when I have time to.

After years of fighting to the death with each other, they each thought they knew each other. But did they really? Everyone has their own secrets, and the Rookie 12 are no exceptions. Collection of one-shots. Dark. Mentions of cutting, rape, abuse, etc. Ratings may go up.

.:The Secrets Within:.

.:Kakashi: Guilt:.

Thunder rumbled and cackled outside and lightning darted out from its hiding place in the gray skies. The flash of light every 20 seconds made my nerves jittery and put me on end. It was three in the morning in Konoha, and I was probably one of the only people up at this time. I sat up on my bed, not wanting to go back to sleep, where the images of my teammates still lurks around in my mind. Instead, I turned on the lights and tried to read my favorite series.

I've reread the Icha Icha series countless of times, and I even admit that I grow tired of the same pictures and words all reflecting back at me. I place Icha Icha Violence, the second book in the series, in front of me, and my eyes trailed the connection of letters and words, but my mind was nowhere near comprehending the text. I was out of it. All I can think of is the bloody, paling Uchiha Obito, whispering his last words.

"You...you guys should leave before the boulders crush me completely," the dying Uchiha whispered, coughing up some blood. He lied in a pool of his own crimson liquid, almost drowning in it, but a smile was plastered onto his face.

Rin grabbed his remaining hand, tears flowing down her face. "N-no! We can still save you! You can still be saved," she cried, trying to convince mostly herself. She tried to push the boulder off of him, eliciting a groan in pain. Instead, she tried to heal him instead. "Mystical Palm Technique! Mystical Palm Technique!" she shouted in desperation.

"Give it up, Rin. We all know that I can't be saved." Kakashi watched the whole event with a guilty eye. "Hey Kakashi, I never really gave you a gift for being promoted to jounin rank. How 'bout this? I'll give you the best gift you'll ever receive: my left eye. You sure need it." A string of violent coughs racked throughout his body. "Rin, you can remove the eye from me and implant it into Kakashi, can't you?"

The medic nodded, tears at the brim of her eyes. "Thank you, Obito," Kakashi murmured to the dying boy-no, man.

"I'm really doing it, huh? I'm dying. I don't even know what to say anymore." Rin cried out his name. "Don't be sad, Rin. We all knew that we would die someday when we became ninjas. Mine just came earlier than I expected. Have...a great life, you guys," he said with a grin. With that Obito, closed his eyes and left the world.

Guilt spreads throughout me each time I lift up my hitai-ate and use the Sharingan, the eye that rightfully belongs to Obito. It was my fault that he died. If I had been stronger, faster, more dependable, then he wouldn't have died.

All I can see is the desperate, tearful—yet angry—face of Rin, his female teammate, as she left Konoha after Obito's death.

"I know what you're thinking, Kakashi!" she shouted, tears cascading down her face. "If I hadn't been so weak, if I hadn't gotten myself captured by those Iwa-nins, then Obito wouldn't have died, and you wouldn't have lost your eye!" Kakashi was about to protest in his part, but Rin immediately shot him down, refusing to hear a word that he says. "It would be better if I left, wouldn't it? Then no one else would die. I wouldn't kill anyone anymore."

Two weeks later, I found out that she was killed by an unknown missing-nin, but not before she killed him first.

I think back to the day my sensei—my fatherly figure—had died, sacrificing his life for the village. He entrusted his son's life with my hands, but even I refused to care for the infant.

"Take care of him, Kakashi. He'll be something great one day, even surpassing me and his previous ancestors." With those words, the Yondaime Hokage, perhaps one of the greatest shinobi to ever have walked the lands, departed. All that remained of his legacy was a small bundle with sunny hair. The baby stared at Kakashi with wide, open eyes, revealing his beautiful cerulean orbs.

But Kakashi couldn't stare at the innocent baby anymore. He couldn't help but think that the baby killed the only family he had left. The ANBU captain looked away from Naruto and handed him to someone else, hastily running off, before his hate and bitterness for the baby affected his actions.

My name is Hatake Kakashi, and I am a proud shinobi of Konohagakure. I was a student under the Yondaime Hokage, Namikaze Minato, himself and currently wields one of the most powerful doujutsus, the Sharingan. I've copied, learned, and created over 1,000 jutsus with my Sharingan, the gift that one of my dead teammates gave to me before he passed away in my arms. I am the son of the White Fang, Hatake Sakumo, and I had watched my father commit suicide right before my eyes at the age of eight.

A young Kakashi walked into his home after he completed his mission. "Tadaima," he said loudly. "The mission was a success." His only reply was silence. "Father?"

He searched the house with no avail. His journey took him to his father's room. The young boy knocked on the door. With no reply, he opened it, just to immediately regret his decision. "FATHER!" he cried. His father had hung himself off a rope hung onto a hook on the ceiling. His body was slightly swinging from side to side. "Father, father!" The boy grabbed a chair, using it to hoist himself up to his father's height, attempting to untie the well-made noose. After finally getting the rope off of him, he laid his father on the ground.

His neck was bruised and burned due to the rope. Shakily, Kakashi reached for his father's neck, feeling for a pulse. Nothing. His father was dead.

My name is Hatake Kakashi, and my darkest secret—the secret that I want no one to know—is that the guilt of my loss eats at me each and every night.

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