Another story of a violent passion (Eng version)

The first day of the rest of your life

The sun had resumed its place in the sky and its first rays came to caress my face, with the freshness of the surroundings, with the hairs erect on my skin, it must have been very early. I straightened myself suddenly remembering the events of yesterday, had it really happened? I jumped out of bed looking for a mirror I found in the bathroom and while lifting my white hair, I was not surprised to see the traces of bruising still blackened on the visible face of my neck. He had really not gone there with dead hands. I blew, doubtful, my top will serve to hide this situation. I dressed painfully, each movement of neck causing me a significant tension, I would have to stop for a moment in a drugstore to get through this evil even if in any case I would be marked for several days.

The appointment had been set at dawn for this first day of surveillance, in fact, the Hokage expected from its teams maximum security at sunrise, but, even on the spot, the empty premises justified a completely different mode of operation. I groaned at the sight of the seat still empty, I had been hired to be mocked? I climbed on the roof of the main building, watching the shops in the distance wake up, no trace of the Hokage. The fresh and invigorating morning air instantly took a chill from me, considering the temperatures, it could not be outside, impossible. I decided to go back inside the building to walk through the many corridors, halls, which constituted the palace of Hokage. It was much quieter than the day before, only the wind rushed into some openings creating a whistling melody.

A half-open door caught my attention, from the end of my foot, I opened it, making it creak all its length - brrr - person apart from a bunch of loose documents on a table and rolls strewn on the ground, unhealthy curiosity or habit, my body mechanically got closer to the table to take a closer look at the scribbles on the documents. Next door, an open book caught my attention more, faces with hand-annotated data, levels. There were several Nunkenins I had met during my various missions. Konoha was well informed.

"Are you already starting to rummage when you've only just arrived?" Speak with a masculine voice.

My fingers kept turning the pages of the little book until they fell on crossed pages, big names, friends, mentors and rivals, dead in battle for their lives. The sadness fills me suddenly, it's been a long time since this feeling of me had crossed me. There were still many deserters in the Ninja world, some hiding from fear of being imprisoned, others, like me, it was put at the service of the great nations to be able to survive thanks to the gracious offers of the countries. I close the book and put it in the place where it was before, before turning the heels and leaving the dark room, passing in front of the sixth Hokage of the name without even addressing a word, a look. I had not forgotten the actions of the day before and my sore neck at every move reminding me of his arm against my throat. My teeth tightened a little more with each step as much as the pain gripped me.

"Are you all right?" sigh the Hokage. 

The silence seemed to weigh on him, the lack of response on my part encouraged him more to continue the conversation with the semblance of person that I was. Kakashi blew long and finally grabbed my shoulder, I had a recoil movement and while I was ready to draw a kunai, two Konoha shinobis passed through the corridor in slow steps, forcing me to resign myself to let myself be touched one more time by the man with grey hair. He simply put his hand on my neck and suddenly the pain decreased slightly in intensity until it completely disappeared.

"I can't do much more, not being a fan of medical ninjutsu, but I hope it will at least help you for today," he said gently.

"I..."

A strange feeling crossed me from side to side, it had nothing to do with the shinobi I had met 14 years ago, it seemed softer, more pleasant and much less combative, even if its strength, it was much increased with time.