Crystal Lightning || (Kakashi Hatake x OC)

Solitude is Bliss - Tame Impala

Back at it again. Solitude. The silent, empty house that was once lively, was filled with the pure joy of a small family. It felt larger than Kakashi remembered. The hallways seemed longer, and the rooms felt emptier. Not many pictures decorate the house. There were days when he didn't want to bother the neighbours, his sensei, and his friends. He would pretend he was fine, calm and collected, cool as a cucumber, but inside is just a lonely boy who was forced to live under the conditions that he didn't ask for. He would force himself to breeze through the grief and the guilt of losing his father.

"Sorry, dad." Kakashi pouts, playing with his foot and refusing to look up at his father. He had been painting, and some of the paint went past through his paper and stained the floor of the kitchen. "Accident."

Sakumo knelt down to see if his son was crying. He had left the boy alone to go take a bath and came back to the kitchen floor covered in paint. He stroked the boy's soft hair, "What were you drawing?"

"Us." He mumbled, still refusing to look up.

"May I see?"

"Dad mad?" He asked, finally looking up.

Sakumo smiled widely at him, just adoring his two-year-old who seem to be growing up a little too fast to his liking. "No, my Kakashi. Thank you for telling the truth."

Relief washed over him. He lifted his artwork up to proudly show his father. It was a stick drawing of them, with random drawings of ninja weapons scattered all over the paper. "Is me and you, dad. I train with you."

"Yes, I can see that."

"I gonna be great like you!" His eyes sparkled with admiration,

"I can't wait to train together!"

"I gonna have the same sword like you, dad!"

"If you want to be like me, you have to train hard and listen to your sensei in the academy."

He jumped up to his feet and saluted his father, "Yes, dad!"

"Now, let's clean up this mess."

"Yes!" He ran to grab a wash cloth and reached for the sink, but he was still too short. He tried to jump, blindly reaching for the tap, and ended up hitting his chin on the edge with a hard thud. The sudden shooting pain shocked him, and out of nowhere, he started crying. "Owwieeeeee..."

Sakumo spryly attended to Kakashi, holding him and rubbing his back to soothe him.

He wailed on his father's chest, thinking he broke his jaw or one of his teeth have fallen. The impact had made him feel dizzy, and he didn't like that at all.

"You're okay, son, it's okay. I know it hurts." His father couldn't help but giggle because of his silly son, "Be careful next time, my sweet boy."

"Oowwiee, dad!" He sobbed,

"I know, it sounded like quite the hit. How much does it hurt?"

"A lot!"

"I'm sorry, Kakashi." He squeezed his son tighter, and freed Kakashi from his grip, holding him by the side of his arms. "Hey, how about we put your artwork where we can see it?"

"Where?" He hiccupped between sobs, rubbing the tears away.

"Let's place it here, in the fridge." He took one of the circle magnets on the top of the fridge and handed it to Kakashi, "So when we have breakfast, we'll remember to train hard for the day. I'll teach you soon."