The next morning, Kakashi woke up and at first had no idea why he had such pain in his body. He was about to turn on his side to get into the embryonic position and lose himself whimpering in this agony, when he felt that a slender arm was lying on his bare stomach. The next moment he smelled artificial strawberry and the moment after he heard slow, deep breathing next to him, interrupted now and then by a short grunt.

He opened his eyes and within a few seconds he remembered the events of the previous day. His ass hurt because Madara had brutally deflowered him, his shoulder, face, knee and torso hurt because Obito and Asuma had beaten him to a pulp, his forearms hurt because a Titan had used him as leverage against his father – and because Obito was a bastard, and his cock hurt because the slight bruise didn't get along with his morning boner and he had also been massively aroused last night, but had not been able to cum. He groaned sullenly. Why was life fucking him so hard at the moment? Even Madara's cock was more bearable.

Carefully he pulled his arm away from under Kina's neck, who was stirring, but fortunately still asleep, and sat up hissing. Ah yes, and his head hurt because the aftermath of Jiriya's weed was plugging in his skull. Great. With dim eyes he looked at the slumbering figure beside him. Kina's features were so relaxed, so carefree, that Kakashi envied her a little. He smiled slightly at the thought of the night, kissed her tenderly on the cheek and peeled himself out of the blanket. With every movement, his pain centre in the brain howled at his full bladder, how dare it want to urinate, and when he limped to his closet to dig a fresh pair of underpants out of the drawer, his legs would have liked to stay in bed. But he got halfway dressed, went to pee, which at least made his boner disappear and thus relaxed his cock, and fetched two glasses of water and two granola bars with chocolate icing from the kitchen.

When he clicked the door of his room into the lock and turned to the bed to snuggle up with Kina under the blanket as quietly as possible, he was startled. Kina lay there with her head propped up, her right breast was surprisingly attractive as it greeted him without a cover, and she grinned broadly. "Morning," she grumbled in a sleepy voice. Her eyes were swollen and her long, dusty blonde hair was messy, but even in her just-woke-up-state she was beautiful. Kakashi smiled and raised his fists with the glasses and bars. "Morning. I made breakfast."

"Mhhh," she rasped pleasantly with a morning snotty throat, yawned and lolled slightly, which plucked the blanket from her shoulder and therefore exposed her second breast. "You are an absolute sweetheart. I'm about to die of hunger."

Kakashi's gaze darted briefly down to her soft nipples but immediately turned back to her face. He came to the bed, sat down on the edge and handed her a glass, which she drank half empty in a few gulps. He snorted in amusement. "And she also dies of thirst."

Kina nodded slowly, her lips still on the edge of the glass. "Yep," she smacked and took one of the bars. "But since you're such an attentive gentleman, I'll survive by the skin of my teeth."

"Gentleman," Kakashi laughed, taking a sip of water and scratching his fingernail over the glass. "I'm not a gentleman."

"Excuse me?!" Kina said indignantly. "Of course you are! You respond to my needs, to ALL of them."

Kakashi took the opportunity, leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss. "Oh yes, with pleasure."

Kina stuck her tongue out at him, but grinned and started eating her breakfast. Kakashi was eating as well and while nothing could be heard but the crackling of plastic or both of their chewing sounds, he looked at her intently. She stared lazily into nothingness, apparently absent-mindedly worked on the contents of her mouth and yawned from time to time behind her hand. To Kakashi, she gave the impression that she was brooding, so he asked quietly, "Are you just still tired or are you thinking about something?"

Her eyes flashed at him for a moment before focusing on the blue check pattern of his bed linen. "A little bit of both."

"Do you regret it?"

"What?"

Kakashi fiddled nervously with his empty bar foil. "What we did yesterday."

Kina snorted and when Kakashi raised his eyes, he saw her shaking her head. "No, Kashi, I don't regret that. I liked it, very much so. And I still wish that we would go further."

Kakashi smiled in relief. "Yes, I wish for that too."

"But yes, I've thought about it. You know, I don't want us to lose ourselves because of this. I'd love to sleep with you, but not if that means we're not friends after that."

"I don't want that either," Kakashi admitted. It was amazing that she was plagued by the same worries as he was. "And honestly, I want to.. well.. That sounds mean, but I don't know if I want more from you – although that's kind of the wrong word for it. No idea. I.. well.. I would be happy if you would want to be with me, you just have to know that I'm not really looking for that right now. I have to get along with my own life first and so, there would be a relationship.. too much. Do you understand what I mean?"

Kina nodded, bursting a worried blister in his chest. "Yes, I understand that completely. You've been through too much with that cunt and don't want to get emotionally attached to someone again. And I, well, I don't really want to, or rather can't either. No matter what happens between us, I mustn't forget that I'll be back in London after the summer holidays, and I certainly won't have too much time for anything besides my studies. Medicine is exhausting, you know?"

"I can imagine," Kakashi said and took a deep breath. "Okay. So do we agree that we will let it come to us, but none of us will ask for more?"

Another nod from Kina. "That sounds great. Let's just enjoy it as a little summer romance, without obligations and demands. If we both want more than that – ok, then maybe we can talk about it sometime in the future, but it's not a must."

At the same time, they reached out to seal these words with a handshake. They grinned at each other and Kakashi kissed the back of her hand. "Milady~"

Kina giggled and bit her lower lip. "And you shall not be a gentleman.. I have to admit that I like to be treated so respectfully."

"Oh, yes?" Kakashi asked, putting their glasses on the bedside table to be on the safe side and crawling onto the bed, forcing Kina back into a lying position, pushing the blanket off her, leaning into the mattress next to her shoulders and sneering at her. "If you want, I can treat you differently."

The blush shot to Kina's cheeks and she breathed in trembling. "Shit, do you have two personalities sitting in there? The nice one and the one that makes me wet?"

"Are you wet?" Kakashi teased, pushing the tip of his tongue between his teeth and his right hand to her crotch, where he stroked her small bush and indeed noticed a shallow moisture. "Oh, but I haven't done anything yet," he purred in an innocent tone.

Kina's abdomen moved restlessly and she gasped softly. "Fuck, Kakashi... You're driving me crazy."

Kakashi leaned down next to her head, breathed, "Yes, am I doing that?", nibbled gently on her earlobe and rubbed the edge of his hand over her clitoris at the same time.

Almost desperately gasping, Kina clawed at his upper arms and her knee bumped into his side as her legs moved apart. He understood this as an invitation. He took his hand from her vagina, supported himself again and climbed swingingly between her thighs, spreading them a little wider by pressing his hips against hers. When his boner under the cotton fabric pressed itself between her labia, they both moaned softly. From Kina it was audibly pure arousal, from Kakashi, on the other hand, it was also due to the pain that pierced his penis.

But he ignored the tugging and began to slowly circle his pelvis. Kina clung to his shoulder blades, pulled him downwards. He lowered his upper body on top of her and crossed his arms behind her back to hold her tighter. He gently bit into the crook of her neck, eliciting a submissive growl from her. He sucked her skin between his lips, feasted on her heat, ran his tongue over it and tasted her slight sweetness, which mixed with the strawberry scent of her hair, becoming a fresh fruit cocktail on a hot summer day. Eager for more, his teeth scratched over it, asked tiny beads of sweat to be part of this treat. Kina's fingernails scraped over his bent back, her aroused tones when he increased the pressure turned into an orchestra of moans, gasps, panting and whimpering.

Kakashi's thighs began to tingle. Despite slight pain and lack of penetration, but precisely because of Kina's palpable desire, he approached his orgasm. He didn't want to stop it, he wanted to drown in it, together with Kina. He loosened his arms, straightened up, which relieved his spine, saw Kina's glowing red, slightly sweaty face in front of him in the pillow, burned under her fiery gaze and no longer circled, started to thrust, rammed his hard shaft against her pelvic floor again and again, rushed them both into ecstasy. Kina moaned loudly, clawed at the sheet and threw her head back. Kakashi watched all her reactions, feasted on the sight she offered him. He looked down at their hips, which were fused together. The white fabric already showed a large, dark spot and due to the constant friction, his glans peeked out of the top of the waistband. Small drops of pleasure glistened on it, fell off with his jerky movements and dried up in her sweat.

He quickened his thrusts, bringing Kina to her climax, which was louder than yesterday's. She reared up, roared, stretched her legs in the air and her body shook incessantly. Kakashi felt that he didn't need much longer either, hammered his pelvis against Kina's one last time with full force, pushing her entire body towards the headboard, and finally moaned, released all the pent-up sperm, was completely buried by this indescribable feeling. He lost himself in this intense feeling, subliminally longed to be right inside her, to feel more of her.

His tinnitus subsided and he heard Kina's and his panting. He opened his eyes and looked at Kina's bumpy belly. His cum stuck to her damp skin, spread in her navel and a thick drop was already running down her side threateningly. "Fuck, I'm sorry," he croaked hoarsely, cleared his throat embarrassed and hastily took the pack of tissues from the bedside table, especially to stop the drop, but also to clean Kina. Her stomach jerked at her soft laugh. "It's okay, Kakashi. You said sex is dirty."

He threw her an apologetic smile. "Yes, that's true. Nevertheless, I could have warned you in advance."

"It's okay," she smiled and stroked his knees, which were lying on the mattress to the left and right of her hips. "But we both got too wet for dry-humping, didn't we?" They laughed briefly and while Kakashi continued to wipe, a short silence spread between them, which Kina broke again. "I have to admit that you look really hot when you cum."

Kakashi raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked incredulously, now only rubbing the handkerchief over her stomach as a distraction. Actually, he had already freed everything from sperm, even his own glans, which gradually wanted to sneak back into his underpants. But he didn't really know what else to do, and so he seemed busy.

"Yes, believe me."

"I don't believe you anything," Kakashi answered mechanically and paused. Strangely enough, this short exchange reminded him of Gai, of all people. He shook off the thought and continued to stroke Kina with his handkerchief.

"Eeh, you're pretty brazen, you know?" she teased and flicked his uninjured knee.

"That's something we have in common," Kakashi grinned back.

She pressed her lips together. "Tell me.. Is.. um.. everything ok down there?"

Kakashi looked down, pulled the elastic waistband forward so that his helplessly hanging cock could be released from the tension and hide in the damp fabric, and nodded briefly. "Yes. It hurt a bit, but it was okay. At some point I didn't even notice it anymore," he explained truthfully. "Don't worry, titch. Or did I scream?"

Smiling, she shook her head.

He threw the ball of tissues off the bed and bent down again. "Well, you see." He gave her a kiss. "I'm fine." Another kiss, this time lasting longer, in which they used their tongues.

Kina wrapped an arm around his sweaty neck, sighed audibly satisfied and scratched the back of his head. But before Kakashi could start to deepen their kiss any further, there was a rumble next to him. He jumped up and immediately clapped his hands on Kina's breasts to shield them. With his vision veiled by pure adrenaline, he looked for the cause of the noise and found his father, who was standing in the open doorway with a face contorted with anger. Kina beneath him gasped.

"Dad!" Kakashi bleated. "Shall I send you a goddamn manual on how to enter a room politely?! Knock, damn it!"

Sakumo's face changed only slightly to consternation. He waved over to the bed. "Kina, I have to ask you to leave. I have something to discuss with my son."

"Oh shit," Kina whispered, exchanged a worried look with Kakashi and when Sakumo gave them at least a little privacy by leaving the room but still not closing the door, they jumped up and quickly dressed. Kina made herself scarce and Kakashi took a deep breath before he entered the living room in clean underpants, T-shirt and sweatpants and with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Sakumo stood at the kitchen counter with his back to the door frame and filled a glass with cheap whiskey. Kakashi swallowed hard. Alcohol shortly after nine o'clock in the morning? That was a bad sign. "What do you want to discuss with me, Dad?"

Sakumo calmly drank the glass empty, immediately poured new booze and finally turned around. "Kakashi." It was only his name, yet his face and tone did not bode well. He drank. "First of all, you explain to me why you look like that again."

Kakashi hid his hands, trembling with anxiety, in his trouser pockets. "Um.. Yesterday on my way home from work, a few guys ambushed me. I don't know what they wanted, they must have pledged themselves for it, or something."

"Aha," Sakumo said simply, drank again. "Then you explain the following incident to me: Yesterday I was at the bank to transfer your refectory fees for the coming school year to St. Kensington Academy." Kakashi's jaw tensed and he stared incessantly into his father's eyes as he spoke in a superficially calm voice, yet clearly angry. "Earlier I was back because I wanted to debit the remaining money from my account so that I could hand it over to Mister Uchiha as a partial payment. However, Mister Senju formally informed me that St. Kensington Academy had refused my payment. Of course, I immediately contacted Misses Kusuri after this conversation and she told me that you had been suspended, your scholarship had been revoked and a classmate is accusing you of sexually abusing her." He drank, slammed the glass on the dining table and slammed his fist next to it. "Explain that to me!"

Kakashi took a rattling breath and said with trembling lungs, "It's true."

"I see for myself that this is true!" hissed Sakumo. "Your headmistress, oh, forgive me, FORMER headmistress would NEVER lie to me about this!"

Overcome by panic, Kakashi closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, Dad.."

"YOU'RE SORRY?!" Sakumo roared and rushed towards Kakashi, who backed away until he hit his back against the wall. "You are sorry..?" Sakumo repeated quietly and his eyes sprayed so much hatred that Kakashi broke out in a sweat. "WHAT are you sorry about?! That you didn't tell me sooner? That you got caught? That you abused a girl?!"

"I didn't rape her, these are—"

"DON'T PUT THAT WORD IN YOUR MOUTH!" Sakumo dug his index finger into Kakashi's chest. "Don't you ever dare mention that word in my presence."

"I'm sorry..." Kakashi pleaded.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Sakumo aped, turning away from his son and taking his glass again for a few last big sips, a few drops ran down his chin and landed on his jacket, which he hadn't even taken off. He turned the empty glass in his hand. "Yes, I'm sorry too.." He stopped his movement, for a second time in the room seemed to stand still, then he threw the glass in Kakashi's direction, where it shattered against the wall. Kakashi ducked away and raised his arms above his head but still got a few shards in his hair. Desperately burying his fingers in his scalp, he remained crouched, could no longer look at his father. "I'm sorry, Dad..." he squeezed out. "I've done nothing, this girl is spreading lies. I didn't touch her.."

"Done nothing..?" Sakumo laughed contemptuously. "DONE NOTHING?! And you think, I believe you, eh?! If you've done nothing, you'd be sitting in school right now! Instead, you're lounging around here, fucking a girl you've been saying all your life is like a sister to you, and lying to me, too?! What, is that what you are?!" Heavy footsteps approached Kakashi, strong arms dragged him to his feet and slammed him against the wall with force. "Is this really what you are?! A dirty rapist who lusts after his family?!"

"No.." Kakashi gasped breathlessly, his father's fists choked his breath, he scratched the sleeves close to suffocation.

"Do you enjoy it when they beg, huh? Did it make you horny back then when you watched your mother being fucked to death, and you damn weakling did NOTHING about it?! Did you even want to help her, eh?!"

"Dad, please.."

"Yes, that makes you horny," Sakumo whispered with a deadly growl. "You would have liked to take part yourself, wouldn't you? Would you have liked to fuck your mother?"

"No.." Kakashi whispered and couldn't stop a tear.

"DON'T LIE TO ME!" Sakumo slammed his fist into his face and let him go.

Kakashi slumped to the ground, whimpering and holding his neck and cheek and couldn't even find the strength to lift his head when Sakumo said, "God, you're disgusting me. What are you now, a small, crippled girl whose wheelchair has been taken away?! Get up, damn it!" Something crashed on wood. "GET UP, I SAID!"

Shivering and barely breathing properly, Kakashi pulled himself up on the smooth wall and supported himself on it, because his legs alone couldn't hold him. He kept his gaze fixed on his bare feet, in the soles of which the shards bored, but he did not see them.

"Well, at least you're not a complete inept. And now straighten up and bear it like a man."

Kakashi couldn't do it. His racing heartbeat and wobbly knees demanded all the energy his body could muster.

Sakumo laughed again, joylessly. "What, aren't you a man?" He approached again. Kakashi involuntarily flinched back, pressed his aching shoulder against the wall, wanted to escape from his father, although he never could. He thundered his fist right next to Kakashi's head, who sobbed and half hid his face behind his upper arm. "I didn't raise you to be a whiny mincer who calls for his mommy at the slightest ache and pain! Right?!" Sakumo's tone sent icy shivers down Kakashi's neck.

He shook his head jerkily. "N-no, sir, you didn't," he stammered and gasped when the fist hit the wall a second time, missing his trembling wrist only slightly. "THEN STOP CRYING LIKE A FUCKING SHITDICK!", Sakumo roared so close to his ear that a beeping lay on it. He grabbed Kakashi's skull and rammed it against the delicately flowered wallpaper. "STOP CRYING!"

Kakashi wanted to obey, but the fear and pain inside him wouldn't let him. His eyes watered inexorably and he could no longer absorb oxygen because of all the restrained whimpering, so that he felt hazy. "Please.. Please, Dad.."

Sakumo spat in his face. "Dad.. You're not my son, you're nothing but a dirty little poof. A rapist. A liar. I invested in you, in your education, and how do you thank me, huh?! Rubbish like you can't call himself my son." He moved away again, glass clinked, a liquid was poured in and a lighter clicked. Acrid cigarette smoke enveloped Kakashi and he lifted his piercing eyelids clumsily. A shadow told him that his father was standing right next to him. His fingers cramped.

"What are you?" Sakumo asked again in that deadly calm voice.

Kakashi swallowed, couldn't answer, his lungs didn't have enough capacity for it and his brain didn't form words anymore anyway.

"WHAT ARE YOU?!" Sakumo repeated loudly and pressed the burning embers of his cigarette onto Kakashi's upper arm. He cried out and his mouth could only produce a chopped syllable, "Rub-sh."

"That's right," Sakumo replied, dragged, blew the smoke provocatively into Kakashi's tear-soaked profile and drank. "You're rubbish. Nothing more. A single disappointment. I'm going to go now, and when I come back, the mess here will be cleared up and you'd better obey me."

Kakashi nodded, closed his drooling mouth and mumbled, "Yes, sir."

Without another word, Sakumo turned around, extinguished his cigarette, and placed his glass on the table. Then he left the living room and slammed the flat door into the lock, which made Kakashi flinch one last time, but also triggered a relief in him that forced his tense muscles to give up, causing him to slide powerlessly against the wall to the floor, where he clawed into his own shoulders and everything inside him collapsed.

He cried and screamed, punishing himself for his mistakes by hitting his forehead several times against the bare concrete on which the wallpaper had been torn off years ago. His breathing was halting, crisscrossed by a vibration. Everything in his body hurt, he couldn't even say what exactly.

A loud knocking and ringing, out of time with his own symphony, made him stop his self-flagellation. With the bridge of his nose pressed flat against the wall, he paused. Over the rush of his blood in his ears, he heard indistinct calls, far away, as if from another dimension.

"Go away.." his vocal cords whispered into the cold stone in front of his lips.

The knocking and ringing remained, became more insistent, even more intrusive, the shouts more distinct. It was his name and something that sounded like "Open up!"

"Just go away..." Kakashi whined, rolling his booming head along the wall as if the noise would stop by doing so, his fingernails scratched over his bare skin, a burning sensation pierced his shoulders.

A crash, footsteps, voices calling for him. It became quiet for a moment.

"Kakashi.." someone whispered somewhere above him.

Kakashi lifted his heavy head, his eyes perceived silhouettes in the living room, two, a tall one with a black helmet and white torso, a much smaller one with a hip-length veil and a bulging moon suit.

"Kakashi..."

The helmet came closer and underneath fat eyebrows and black button eyes appeared.

Like a frightened street kitten, Kakashi pedalled backwards, rattled the heels of his hands over the shards on the floor and slammed the back of his head against the fridge, which made a dissatisfied hum. "Don't touch me!" he hissed soundlessly and slapped those outstretched arms.

"Kakashi, I won't hurt you," the lips formed under the wide nose. "It's me, Gai. Please, Kakashi, let me help you."

"NO!" Kakashi breathed, although he had wanted to roar. His hands rowed around the fridge door, got hold of the grip and every muscle in his body gave everything to heave him to his feet.

Gai hadn't moved away from him, even came closer. "Kakashi, you're not rubbish."

"Yes," was the first word that left his dry mouth at an understandable volume. "Yes, I am.." With that, his voice broke again.

"No, you're not," Gai said softly. At least it sounded quiet, because the noise in Kakashi's ears increased again. He leaned on the kitchen counter to keep his balance. For a second, it went black around him, but Gai's voice echoed through the darkness, was like a small beacon in the distance. "You're good, remember?"

Kakashi squinted his eyes, voluntarily returned to the emptiness of his meaningless existence, bit his lower lip, puffed out his cheeks, and let out a scream so loud that his own eardrums threatened to burst. His saliva ran from his chin and landed on the countertop. He slammed his fist against the hanging cupboard, over and over again.

"Kakashi!" Gai shouted, grabbing his arm from behind.

Enraged, Kakashi whirled around, took a swing and wanted to hit Gai's face, but only hit air. Gai grabbed that forearm as well and held them both up so high that Kakashi felt like he was being crucified. "Let me go.." he hissed with clenched teeth, spitting tears and blood.

Gai's hands tensed. "Only if you don't hurt yourself any further."

"Piss off.."

"No."

"Just leave me alone..."

"No."

"I hate you..."

"I know."

Kakashi felt his tear glands awaken again and he sobbed. "I hate you so much..."

"That's okay," Gai replied.

"Why did you do that.."

Gai was silent.

"Why don't you finally disappear..."

"Because you're my friend, Kakashi."

"No..."

"Yes, you are. You are my best friend. I'm not disappearing because you need me."

"Fuck you," Kakashi squeaked with whistling lungs. His last remaining strength left him, his knees gave way and he would certainly have kissed the hard tiles with his temple if Gai hadn't let go of his arms and stood close to him, falling like a sack of potatoes on his white T-shirt, being embraced by those gentle, warm arms, clawing into his firm shoulders with blood-smeared fingers and whimpering and drooling helplessly. "Fuck you, Gai..."

"It's okay, Kakashi," Gai's voice penetrated Kakashi's brain, spreading there like a lake of warm foam into which he could sink. "Hate me, I deserve it. Hate the whole world for fuck's sake, but not you."

"Yes.."

"No," Gai said firmly. "You're good, Kakashi."

"Shut up.." Kakashi's fingers cramped on Gai's shoulders.

"You're good."

"Shut the fuck up..."

"I want to hear it from you, Kakashi. If you say it, I'll let you go."

It would be that simple. He only had to formulate these three little words, only an 'I', an 'am' and finally a 'good', but Kakashi couldn't. He could not tell this lie, not if what he saw in front of him was not a stroke of his desperation. Kina was standing next to the couch, wearing her loose, baggy, bright red clothes from yesterday, in which she looked so small and thin, had pressed her hand to her mouth and was crying. Kina Maito cried. Tears ran from the dilated, reddened amethysts down her blotchy pink cheeks, her breathing was fast and uncontrolled.

Kina Maito cried because of him.

Kakashi closed his eyes, couldn't stand the sight anymore, banished every emotion to the small, laboriously built cage in his heart. He allowed himself to be taken in by indifference. "Gai, let me go," he demanded in an amazingly firm voice.

"No. You shall say it."

"What? That you're a fucking poof and get hard if you touch me?"

Gai's arms twitched slightly, but he continued to hold Kakashi. "You know what I want to hear from you."

"Fuck you.." Kakashi growled hatefully and tried to free himself from Gai's clutches. "You fucking bloody sodding monstrosity, now fucking let me go!" Gai didn't seem to want to give up and they wrestled with each other until Kakashi felt like he was suffocating again, let out a loud cry of anger and rammed his knee between Gai's legs. Finally, Gai moaned softly and loosened his grip so that Kakashi could push him away. He staggered backwards, held his step and sought support on the wooden chair, which wobbled dangerously around.

Kakashi looked at this fricking show, shaking his head. "What do you want here anyway?" he asked coldly and crossed his arms.

Now it was Kina who opened her mouth. She dropped her hand and looked at Kakashi with so much sorrow in her eyes that his cage almost dissolved again. "Kashi.. We were worried about you. We heard everything through the wall."

"Pf," Kakashi said contemptuously. "Call a spade a spade: You listened because you're fucking nosy wankers."

"Half of Kent heard what he said to you," Gai interjected, grimacing a little, but straightening up again. "You're not rubbish," he repeated emphatically.

Kakashi just snorted and glanced at the wall clock above the door frame, which showed a quarter to ten. He was completely screwed. "Piss off from here now, I have an appointment."

"We won't go," Gai said resolutely.

Kakashi's eyes met his face and narrowed. "What? Do you have to determine that now? As far as I know, I still live in this flat, not you. And I don't want you here. So come on, finally buzz off and leave me alone." He waved his hands snootily. "Or should I roll you out in pieces, eh? PISS OFF!"

The twins looked at each other, but didn't move yet. "All right, we're going," Gai said. "But if I find out that you're hurting yourself, I'll tie you up, capiche?"

"You'd like that, huh, you fat shitdick?" He threw his arm towards the hallway. "There is the exit."

Gai and Kina scuffed to the flat door, which he had apparently kicked in. Kakashi, who had followed them, snorted sullenly and ran his finger over the splinters near the castle. "You are two godless monstrosities."

"Kashi–" Kina began, but Kakashi gave her a last, ice-cold look and slammed the door in their wide noses, honestly glad that it still seemed to close properly.

As soon as he stood in silence again, the emotions wanted to break out of him. His nostrils quivered as he tilted his head back and blinked away burgeoning tears. He had to pull himself together! He had neither the time nor the desire to cry right now.

In the bathroom, he took a look in the mirror. He looked terrible. Not only was the entire left side of his face of an unhealthy blackberry tone, now his eyes were also two reddish, bloodshot slits and a shimmering bump grew on his forehead. He knew he wasn't in the condition to get behind the wheel, but he had to. He had to go to Madara.