It starts on a lazy Sunday...

Chapter 3

(Hello to my dear like five or six readers? I just wanted to address you. You may not have said anything but just seeing the number of reads every time I write or am on wattpad makes my heart melt no matter how little it is. I stick through with my ideas and forge through my intense self-criticism and self-hate just for you. I really hope you like it so far... Sorry for that.)

The rest of the walk to meet Kakashi the teen relishes in the silence, before his mind decided that it is prime time to start replaying every one of his memories of him. *Just... Get the fuck out of my head! I want peace for once, let me go!* The teen thinks, the only trace of his turmoil being a grunt and him kicking the first rock that comes into his sight. A while later a grey building comes into his line of sight and he adjusts his bag over his shoulder before knocking on the door, as a nervosity washing over him. "Coming!" An easily recognisable voice calls out, the mother of multiple generations. The boy stands there, transfixed by said voice, leaning in to it's sound and comfort. The door opens, revealing a long brown haired man who keeps his hair up in a ponytail, wearing a deep blue apron. "Hey... Been a long time step-mom..." The blonde says with his first genuine smile in to him what felt like years, but can we trust that, he is a teen after all... "Oh you're finally here! Took you long enough!" The man scolded, looking at the boy. "Kakashi is expecting you, you better hurry the fuck up." The man continues after a short pause, looking at the boy with the smallest hint of a smile on his face. "Yeah I missed you too old man." The blondie says, looking over at the man. *Could be a bit nicer though... I mean, what did I do to upset him?* He thinks to himself, his lips curling downwards ever so slightly before he walks off in the direction of what seems to be a very messy office. As he approaches the sound of a faint, no scratch that loud snoring makes its way into his ears. He slowly gets closer, peeking his head through the open doorframe. *He called for me yet didn't get off his lazy ass? Typical, what else should I expect?* He thinks again, scoffing as his face contorts into a sneer. "You called for me?" He calls out, looking at the sleeping man in the room. The man seems to stir yet the blonde's very obvious incredible attempt to wake him fail. "I said wake up old man!" The boy calls out louder this time, taking a step towards the desk. *Fucking wake up!* He thinks, looking at the older man. Seeing as he hasn't awoken yet, he brings his hand towards the man's face and slaps the shit out of him. "I'm up! I'm up Iruka!" The man exclaims as he leaves his unconscious state. The man looks around, noticing the boy. "Oh it was you... Well I guess I should tell you why you had to come?" He says, pausing for a short moment expecting the boy to say something, anything. "Okay well..." He clears his throat after the boy said nothing and decides to spit out the reason. "So, you know the guy that you adore? A team of younger ones spotted him about a week ago..." The man says, looking the boy in the eyes, waiting for his reaction if there is one. "And you're only telling me this now! If I had known sooner like the day of I would have already brought his sorry ass back here!" The boy exclaims in a quite annoyed tone of voice, looking at the man as if he had committed the world's worst crime. "I knew you would react like that but I couldn't tell you sooner because I had to verify the information, kids are liars and because your obsession is unhealthy!" The man replies.

(Another short one, heh... Yeah sorry it took me so long to write! And titan please give me your feedback you are literally the hand that holds my lifeline!)

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