Licensed for Error

Chap 20- Getting ready

A soft wisp of warm air landed straight on Kakashi's head as he slept. The breeze woke him up as he groaned and realized he isolated himself in this room. His saliva was thick, being he just woke up and he cleared his throat.

"Ahhh.." He wasn't in the mood to wake up. If only.. He just stayed in his dream forever. Such a pleasure that would be. As he cups his face, covering it with his hands and whining like a child.

Kakashi had no plans whatsoever to come out. He didn't know how to react nor talk to him. He couldn't see it how it used to be. For now, he would just starve to death here. Yea, pretty bad plan but better than getting out. Apparently though, Obito heard. As Kakashi was busy fussing, a knock was heard at the door. He charges towards the bed, pretending to be asleep.

"Oh come on.. You were just complaining a minute ago. Don't think I didn't hear you." A click was heard at the door. A new scent was introduced to the room and the temperature behind him rapidly mixed in. He steadily walks over to the ridge of the bed, positioning himself on the bed. He places a tray on the side of the table, right beside him, under the lamp. A shadow covers Kakashi and he kisses his forehead; feeling the circulation and blood running through his warm skin. Instantly, Kakashi scrunches up his face and feels a slight bit of heat rush to his head, specifically his forehead. Obito pacifically walks out through the door like he just won some marathon seeing his face like that. Vulnerable and helpless.

The door across from him was closed shut so he sat up, back arched forward, slouching. The thought remained in his mind, marinating deep in his brain. He didn't want to think of it anymore. It was nothing compared to the pain he experienced yesterday anyways. So for now, he'll just have to get used to it. He eagerly opened the metal top to reveal the inside contents. He peeked inside to find a savory soup. Similar to what he used to eat when he was in his highest point of life where he could practically afford anything. However, their budget had plummeted because of many new recruits. More people, less money I guess.

"Damn, even the spoon is fancy '' He was seriously questioning how the.. Or perhaps WHERE the fuck he was getting this money from.

*After breakfast*

He was staring openly into the ceiling bored. "How long will I have to stay heree..." Denying the possibility that he might just stay forever. Staying positive was key at this point. Any less and he'll go insane.. Don't want to imagine that happening. He rubbed his eyes and rolled over the edge of the bed. "Hmmm.." He lifted his eyelids up to find a small crack under his bedside. Slowly, he looked over and tugged. Nothing. He got himself out of bed to take a closer look. The thing was stubborn. He pulled again. This time with more strength behind him. It yanked open, hitting Kakashi's foot hard.

"Pfttt" A Laugh was heard need his door..

("Just ignore him.. Just ignore him") Know wonder he always felt like he was being watched.. Let him do what he wants to do then.....he rolled his eyes, anger washing away. He turned back around and he nearly just hugged himself when he saw books laying around. It might not be much to many of you, but when being this bored, this was one of the best things that can happen.. Besides being let out, he let that thought go quickly, as his kidnapper had no signs to let him go.

In total, there were about 15 books, guessing off of appearance, or first glance. One read, "Shard of winter" He thought to himself, "Let's start off with that one"

As he read on, it was truly a beautiful book. A groom, hoping to travel around the world with her fiance but ends up in the ER on the same day of marriage. The distress, pain, and everything, pouring in and- Almost enough to make him cry. As he put away the book in the little saft under his bed, he checked the time. It was 6pm. He was used to skipping lunch, normally during his missions. So used to it that because he was so engrossed in the book, his stomach didn't notice.