The Dream Devourer (Kakashi X OC)

A Confession

Kakashi watched as Chiisai sat down in front of a bowl of rice porridge. It was two in the morning, and the bags under her eyes looked even darker under the harsh light of the kitchen. The colorful balloons tied to the chair she was in did little to help her demeanor, especially given what she was wearing.

The light green froggy robe looked like it had been made for a child, and Chiisai had the hood up, blocking the light from the kitchen. The frog eyes were big, and they stared down at Kakashi as if daring him to laugh.

But he was far from laughing. Chiisai looked exhausted, and miserable, and hesitant. It reminded him of a cornered animal, too tired to run.

It was cause for worry. When he had gone into the bathroom, it was clear she had thrown up from ingesting bath water. Had she tried to drown herself, in fear of her seal breaking? Or had someone tried to drown her? Which was impossible, because no one had been in the bathroom with her. It was likely she had fallen asleep. But there was also no explanation for why her wrists were so raw and blistered.

They looked as if they had been burned, and it was clearly painful. They needed to be bandaged, but he doubted she'd let him touch her again. She could barely even look at him.

Her posture stiffened when he sat down across from her.

He said, "We have to come up with a compromise eventually, Chiisai." He leaned forward and held eye contact with her. Some people had told him that his eye had been unsettling, and he liked to use it sometimes during conversations like this.

However, his gaze didn't unsettle her. In fact, it seemed to anger her more. "Compromise?" She asked. "I barely have a clue to what's happening."

He lifted up his finger, and his tone was serious as he said, "I'm here because one, you need someone to take care of you. And two, your seal is breaking, and I need to know whether you're a threat or not."

She paused for a moment and stared at the steaming bowl. Finally, she looked up at him and said, "Kakashi, I can barely think. Do you really want to interrogate me right now?"

He shrugged. "The sooner you talk, the sooner you get this over with."

Chiisai looked away and sighed, taking a bite of porridge. "You are impossible."

"No," he replied, "what's impossible is that abilities like yours exist. Tell me about them." He pulled out one of her journals and laid them down in front of her.

She stared down at it and swallowed. "You seem to already know a alot," she said. "What more information could you want?"

Kakashi asked, "Why did the Third seal you if you were such an asset to him?"

She was silent as she stared back at him. Her lips were set in a fine line, her jaw tight with tension.

He only leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "I've got plenty of time on my hands," he said. "But if you don't want to talk about it, we can talk about something else. Perhaps why Itachi's chakra is imbedded in your mind?"

She met his eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"There's a seal on your memories, and I know that chakra from anywhere."

Her eyebrows furrowed, and she said, "You're joking."

"I'm afraid not," he said. He kept his voice light, his tone controlled and casual. Her guard was up, despite her injuries, just like a kunoichi. Of course, given her past experiences, perhaps she was a sort of kunoichi, though she physically was unable to perform jutsu.

Chiisai's hands tightened into fists, and she muttered, "That asshole."

Kakashi lifted his eyebrow and replied, "So you do know him. You two were once friends?"