the lonely lamb: A Kakashi's Daughter Fanfic

Chapter 1

First Person POV: Kohitsu Hatake- Four years ago. (Slight gore)
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What happened?

Where is Mother?

She promised me everything would be okay.

She promised me Father would protect us.

She promised.

I huddled deeper into the hospital sheets, trying hard to block out the screams ringing through my head.

They were so loud.

Why won't they stop?

She won't stop.

I felt a blurry presence approach my assigned bed and a stinging yet relieving pain in my right thigh. Taken off guard, I yelped pitifully.

I scooted away hurriedly from the presence, cowering under the thin sheets shaking like a petrified deer in front of headlights. The acidic smell of the material burned my nose but it was far better than leaving the false safety it had given me.

A large gloved hand placed itself on my left shoulder. A sense of familiarity jolting through each stroke. It was comforting.

I opened my eyes and focused them on the fabric in front of me. After clenching them tightly everything had been blurry.
I cautiously lifted the pale blue sheets off of my sore body, refusing to make any kind of eye contact with the man at my bedside in hopes of brushing off any guilt I had felt. It was painful feeling him that close to me after what had happened. After all, what kind of daughter refuses her father's love and goes to get her family killed. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could get any kind of noise out two muscular arms wrapped around my body in a warm hug.

Tears fell onto my head as the man above me began to cry. The tears soaked into his headband and mask but neither of us could care less. I wrapped my weak arms around what I could reach, returning the hug. It was nice being there, hugging my father after everything was just so comforting.

I gulped, a cold sweat slid down my temple as I remember the previous night's events.

Mom's sweet words in my ears as we watched our family get slaughtered one by one.

Her shaking arms trying desperately to comfort me.

The masked man outside our home destroying every sign of life he could before coming for us.

The feeling of each chakra signature disappearing sent unnerving chills wracking down my body.

The eerie silence as the masked man walked through the walls.

I remembered the man's fist punching a gaping hole where my mother's face had been.

Where her loving eyes should've been.

Where her gentle smile should've been.

I remembered her body collapsing under its own weight and clumps of loose flesh sliding onto the dirtied wood, the stain remaining for all of time, the blood spraying on my face and painting it red.

The horrible pain in my eyes as the man reached out for me.

I desperately pushed and kicked my father away from me. The memory flashed through my head countless times, imagining my father die right in front of me just like mother had. It was just too much for me to bare. I would rather die than see the same fate my mother had succumbed to, destroy my father.