ADDICTION [Kakashi x Reader]

18 (Y/n)

As usual at this time of the night, I was laying on my bed, staring at the dark ceiling with only my thoughts and the light of the moon. I couldn't stop thinking about where I was in life right now, nor believe the tranquility I felt. Having what people would call a 'normal' life, with a 'normal' routine like doing groceries, working a job, and sometimes spending time with the person you loved... it felt good. And what felt the best was Kakashi. 

I couldn't stop thinking about a few days ago when he left at dawn. Just from the memory I found myself smiling again... Gosh, I just simply had never imagined I'd be able to have someone like him, to spend time like that with someone like him. 

But each time I thought about him, I inevitably thought about the people in Konoha, and how much I wished their beliefs about me were true; how much I wished that I was able to cast a spell on Kakashi that would make him stay with me forever. I shook my head with another stupid smile when I thought about the blind faith Kakashi had in me, surprisingly. After all, despite everything his people said— the people whom he had given his life and family for —he didn't even consider the possibility of me putting him in a genjutsu or messing with his mind... 

Just then, a loud sound on the street sounded, breaking me from my lovesick thread of thoughts. I sat up on the bed with a frown, thinking about who the hell would do so much noise at such an hour of the night. But then it sounded again, louder, and clearer. It sounded like some sort of explosion. And then, screams of panic. 

I quickly stood up, grabbed a few of my knives and pouch, and left my apartment carefully. However, everything seemed... normal. Until I saw a few people running in panic by the end of my street. And then, another explosion that made me unconsciously shrink from how close it sounded.

My brows automatically knitted together, confused as to what was happening. But as soon as I left the street my apartment was in, I understood. The village was under attack. But who the hell would attack such a small and unimportant town that was so close to Konoha? Who could be so stupid? I immediately knew the answer when I walked into the main street. 

The flower shop, the grocery store, and small restaurants, all of them were now destroyed. Their windows were now shattered pieces on the floor with some debris from the front of the buildings. Some things were on fire and people were either hiding in their houses or running away from the chaos and the savages that were doing this: Sentako's men. 

I hissed when I recognized some of them and their clothes. I knew they would eventually come again when the men I killed didn't come back with news, but I didn't imagine it'd be so quickly. I looked around, towards the almost alley-like street my apartment was in. It was deserted, and all mayhem had yet to get there. I could easily slip away from there, leave the town, and go north until I was in the Land of Iron. There was a lot of control there and samurai were prevalent over ninjas so perhaps it'd be the safest option for me. 

"Please... help me..." I heard the strained voice of a woman nearby. I looked to the other side and spotted her. She was trapped under a small store that had collapsed, she was trying to get out but from the look in her eyes, it was obvious she was too exhausted already. I hissed but immediately ran towards her "My son..." she pleaded with teary eyes while I got a few of the ruins off her and she pointed towards where Sentako's men were. 

I looked there and saw how they were getting prisoners, beating them, and even killing them. And among them were a few kids. Kids that would most likely end up like me if they were unlucky enough not to be murdered now. 

"Please, help my son!" she cried to me.

I remained still for a few minutes, staring at the desperation of the woman that cried for her son as I wondered if my mother cried like this when I disappeared. I clicked my tongue when she clang on me harder, begging, but I stood up. I looked to my left, to the street that would lead me to safety, yet I decided to sprint in the opposite direction.