Snippets 5

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Round Two:

Dying as Sirius was similar to dying as just plain Kakashi; deadly attacks flew everywhere- the chaos like panicking civilians during an invasion- in ironically bright colors, the air was filled with a symphony of sound- from explosions and collapsing buildings to pained screaming and grim shouts- that he occasionally added to with irritated cursing and the whole place stank- of burning flesh and too much blood, of heat bloating corpses and dead bodies made to decay faster- something terrible.

When Kakashi died, he had been alone and it had been something of suicide in order to protect another.

When Sirius had died, it had also been something of suicide but he hadn't been alone.

The second time he died, it started a bit like this;

Hospitals were safe, this was something that was a deep-seated belief despite the war that it was almost a kind of rule of life- no matter what horrors Voldemort may bring, hospitals were safe. It is why, when the rumor came, so few believed that Voldemort would actually attack St. Mungo's- certainly the Ministry didn't put much stock into it, assigning only a team of five Aurors as protection.

(It should be known that he hadn't even been assigned there, that he had actually been on something of a vacation at the time.)

While some followed the Ministry's example, there were those who decided it was better to err on the side of caution- they took to only going to St. Mungo's when absolutely necessary and doing so in groups of able-bodied wizards.

He had been present because Lily Potter had gone into labor and James Potter had rallied everyone he was even remotely friendly with and were competent with their wand. He might not have been as close to the man as he might have been if he'd been sorted into Gryffindor but he was considered a Marauder if only because of his contribution in becoming Animagus.

Lily had been close- no more then an hour- away from being able to start pushing when the first explosion rocked the hospital.

For a moment everyone had froze, then planning (dubbed paranoid by an irritable Lily) kicked in and everyone dispersed. James took his spot as a guard to the actual delivery room, Frank Longbottom and Remus Lupin watching the hallways leading to the room while almost everyone else raced towards where the attack was taking place.

Peter Pettigrew was in charge of making sure the staff started evacuating people.

Sight:

Kakashi could not see.

Before capture he had been able to work through exhaustion to carve, to mutilate his Sharingan beyond use-

Because fuck if he would let them get Obito's eye. Because he'd already given the seals, Hyūga-based and designed by both Sensei and Kushina, he carried with him for such an occasion to Itachi and Shisui. Because he was only carrying two seals since Shisui's addition was a last-minute thing and at least he'd still have a usable eye if it came down to it instead of the Uchiha.

-and their captors had been furious, enough to take his other eye as compensation even if they'd decided to keep him alive.

Ghost:

When he woke up for the very first time, there was a girl waiting next to him- she would have probably been considered 'cute' or even 'pretty' if not for the gapping hole she had in her chest- and the very first thing she said was, "I forgive you."

"...for what?" he asked after a moment, adding, "Who are you?"

The (dead?) girl looked a little heartbroken and he wondered at the odd pang of guilt even as she managed a smile. "You'll understand when you need to. Come on, we're going to be late."

Late, he wondered even as he followed her (part of him felt he should be shocked with how quickly they arrived at the large, forest encircled village), late for what?

He didn't feel like he had any real need to be anywhere.

It was a funeral they went to, it was a modest one with few people- a blonde man looking exhausted, a grim red-haired woman, a black-haired teen in vibrant green who was sobbing, a tearful brunet woman and a pair of teenagers who seemed to be dating with how the girl clutched the boy- and it looked as if they were only burying a jar.

It was a very nice jar, looked like it was made of a white gold-tinged porcelain that had a bird design on it done in a deep purple, but a jar nonetheless.

The girl-who-was-almost-definitely-dead shed tears as she watched them bury the jar, full out sobbing when the people started placing vases of flowers (some white, some purple, a few red, a pair of yellows but mostly light blue) but she turned to him as they started lighting incense. "I forgive you." She repeated with a sincere kind of emphasis, "We will meet again. You better remember me then."

And then she was gone, leaving him with grieving people who couldn't see him.