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//...// - someone thinks something
Flashback: always in italics
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Chapter 4
It was like a nightmare. Even now, three hours later, he was still standing in his father's bedroom. The silver-haired man still couldn't believe it... He had really killed himself.
After Kakashi had composed himself and covered up the worst traces of his emotional outburst, he had alerted the police. Silently and without any emotion, Kakashi, then 8 years old, sat down on his father's bed and waited. The police arrived quite early by their standards. He couldn't say whether it was because there was nothing going on at the moment or because it was probably the first time that the police were needed within the Hatake clan. He wasn't interested either.
There was a knock on the front door and Kakashi went to open the door. Two men in bluish uniforms stood in front of him. He nodded silently and stepped aside so that the two officers could enter.
They turned half the house upside down. The silver-haired man watched her closely. He somehow didn't trust them. He raised his eyebrows as he saw them enter his room and search it. Did they honestly believe he killed his father? He had snorted indignantly and stalked closer to the door so he could listen.
"Do you really think the little one would do something like that?" one asked while the other was taking apart his closet.
"Of course. Why not? Everyone in the village hates this traitor. So why not their own son too? It wouldn't surprise me if the little boy killed him out of frustration and anger at the fact that he became a total outsider because of him ", he explained matter-of-factly and closed the closet doors with a sigh, as he apparently hadn't found anything suspicious.
Kakashi was fuming inside. Traitor? Outsider? Slowly something clicked for him. It was like he had an epiphany. Now he knew why his father had killed himself... why he had been so strange lately... why he looked so exhausted. Now he also knew why he and his father had always been treated so disparagingly.
It was because of this mission that his father couldn't complete. The silver-haired man felt a big lump in his throat. He blinked a few times. Then it worked again.
Was the village really that cruel? Just to look better in the light, would it ruin someone else's entire life?
The men came out of his room and were amazed when they saw him. The silver-haired man hadn't bothered to hide. Why? What these officials did was, to put it in his language: simply ridiculous and crazy!
They grinned almost maliciously and continued their work.
A tracking team was put together. It was debated whether it was suicide or murder. Since they combined the exact time of death, Kakashi's statement and those of the neighbors, and the fingerprints on the murder weapon, they ultimately settled on the former.
With one last look at his father's body before it was covered with a white linen cloth and taken away, he asked the police to leave.
Grumpy and unfriendly as they were when they first appeared, they disappeared again.
Only when the door closed did Kakashi's iron mask collapse. Sobbing, he fell to his knees and cried out all his frustration, pain and despair.
The funeral itself took place a week later.
No one showed up except him and the undertaker. It had been raining in storms. The black clothing clung to the silver-haired man's trembling body. Like a lot of things lately, he didn't care.
The undertaker gave a short speech, expressed his condolences to Kakashi and then disappeared again. He hadn't done it because he wanted to. Not because he wanted to assist a little boy, but because it was his job and Kakashi had paid him to do it.
With sad eyes he had looked at the gravestone decorated with the names Sakumo Hatake.
"No one came, Otousan. Not even grandma and grandpa. Are we really that despicable?"
All of this was 5 years ago now. The girls sort of flew at him and the boys cursed him and wished him dead for it. After all this time, some had learned from their mistakes... it could also just be because the new generation was simply more tolerant... But as good as it all sounded... it was nothing for Kakashi... it was maybe a small spark... maybe one Candle. A candle that could burn down or be blown out far too quickly.
In the eyes of the silver-haired man, nothing had changed over the years... Not the attitude of the villagers... not that of his family... not even that of the children he went to the same academy with and who always beat him up and teased him. Very few people learned from their mistakes. And while they all had a good life and ignored the little silver-haired boy...
... day by day his color became more and more gray ... darker ... and above all ... more and more painful.
Kakashi:
The silver-haired man tried extremely hard to keep up with the walking pace of the two Akatsuki members. His breathing was quick and, above all, shallow. We had only been traveling for a few hours now, but for the copy ninja it felt like an eternity.
After the deal was made, they left immediately. They had already met several kunoichis, but none of them wanted to heal him voluntarily. Either because the fear was too great or simply because they were totally obstinate and refused. The silver-haired man probably didn't need to explain what the two of them did to them.
Right now they were heading to a small village called Takigakure. They ran up a steep stone staircase. Kakashi had already fallen a few meters back because he simply couldn't take it anymore. He kept having dizzy spells. The vision in front of his eyes kept blurring. He could hardly walk straight because he was partly seeing everything twice due to exhaustion. His wound was really bothering him. It burned like a campfire on his skin. Given his bad luck, he bet that the injury would become infected within two days at the latest.
Kakuzu and Hidan didn't seem to notice anything at all. They were arguing...again...for the fourth time...in two hours.
The nuke-nin from Konoha almost went insane. How could they stand each other?!
He braced himself against a tree and then leaned his back against it, breathing heavily. If they continue to act like that, he would still die.
"Hey, bum! Are you coming?" Hidan shouted very grumpily.
Kakuzu just said extremely annoyed:
"Just go for it! I don't want to
have to rent a hotel with my money just because you're so slow!"
Kakashi and Hidan rolled their eyes in sync.
However, contrary to expectations on both sides, they took a break after half an hour.
The silver-haired man was really grateful.
However, he was even more grateful when a woman crossed his path with a basket filled with herbs he had picked himself.
She seemed to completely ignore the two men in black.
The young woman put the basket down and came over to him.
"That looks really bad," she said professionally and simply rolled his up and healed him.
Wooow... Seriously now: Wooow!
Kakashi had never experienced anyone willingly doing anything for him.
And while he allowed himself to be healed and the Akatsuki members watched him suspiciously, he felt overwhelmed...
//Great. Now I have to join their great organization completely for free and without you having done anything!//
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