Undisclosed Desires

Chapter 6-A Completely Different Perspective

! The story is translated !

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..." - someone says something
//...// - someone thinks something
Flashback: always in italics
Changes in location or perspective are marked in 

Chapter 6

It was that time again... the anniversary of his father's death. The fourth to be exact.
The sky was cloudy and grey. It expressed exactly the mood that the then 12-year-old Kakashi was feeling, grief.
The ground and the streets turned dark in the rain that followed.
The silver-haired man was standing... no, or rather, crouching in front of his father's gravestone with an umbrella over his shoulder so that he didn't get soaking wet. In his hands he held a small book in which he was diligently writing. A diary. Kakashi wasn't at all embarrassed... at least he was alone and no one was looking. In this book he wrote his thoughts, his grief, his hopes, dreams and wishes. It may sound strange and perhaps a little sick, but whenever he wrote an entry he started with Otousan, today... or Otousan, I... It was always that word. Kakashi felt a little closer to his father when he wrote it like that. It gave him comfort. The silver-haired boy was writing a long text when suddenly he heard footsteps behind him. He immediately slammed the book shut and put it away. He didn't move, just acted as if he wasn't there. Kakashi wanted peace and quiet and that usually worked.

"H-Hello."
Just not today...
Sighing in frustration, he turned on his tiptoes, as he was still crouching towards the person, and looked up into the childlike face that the person had.
"Go away!" he grumbled in the most unfriendly tone he could muster.
The boy flinched at the cutting word but made no attempt to follow this half-command.
The boy's brown eyes looked at him curiously.
Overall, the kid seemed quite bright. He had brown hair that reached down to his neck. He didn't think he was older than himself. Kakashi guessed he was no older than 10. The brown-haired boy was petite, small and probably very annoying...
"Can I ask you something?"
"No... and now go!", Kakashi hissed angrily.
The little boy just blinked. He had a little more reaction than he expected.
"Oh, please. It's important," the little boy begged and looked at him almost pleadingly.
He sighed again. Why couldn't they just leave him alone?

"If you disappear immediately afterwards, yes," he said and let himself be pushed.
The little boy was happy.
"A-Are you Kakashi Hatake? The son of Sakumo Hatake?"
The silver-haired boy flinched. His body stiffened.
"Yes," he hissed angrily.
The boy was really getting on his nerves.
The little boy blinked again.
"And the question was so important? Well, whatever. Now go away!"
There was silence between the two. The boy made no move to disappear. He looked at the gravestone and then said quietly:
"I've seen you here before. You were somehow different from the other visitors to the cemetery. And when I knew which gravestone you were always crouching in front of, this one question was on the tip of my tongue. That was two years ago now. I never really dared to speak to you. You always seemed so absent and so sad... I always wanted to meet the son of the hero of Konoha in person."
His eyes practically shone.
Kakashi wanted to shout something at least a thousand times, but the more the little boy talked... the more he just wanted to listen to the little boy. His words touched him somehow.
//Am I really the same person he was just talking about? Do I really come across like that?//
The silver-haired boy had never noticed that... He had never really thought about it either. Why should he? People ignored him wherever they could anyway. It didn't matter how he behaved. Whether he was cheeky and brash or silent and emotionless, it made no difference to him.
Kakashi swallowed and then stood up completely.
"Hero? Did you really just say that my father was a hero?" he asked quietly.
His voice trembled.

"Yes. He was really honorable. I'm still quite young, but I think what your father did is just incredible. Someone like that is a person that everyone can look up to. Self-sacrificing, kind and honorable. Those should be the ideals of every shinobi. Not himself or the village itself should come first, but family and friends. What good does it do you if you always go your own way... always remain a loner? Nothing. What good does it do you if you always dutifully follow the laws of the village and trample on your friends and relatives? It doesn't do you any good..."
Kakashi looked at him with wide eyes. Hearing these words from the mouth of a half-child was both fascinating and terrifying... But the little one was right.
"S-Say what's your name? A-And what do you want to tell me with that?" he practically stuttered.
The silver-haired boy was simply stunned. This boy was different...
"My name is Tenzou..." he said and then paused briefly before continuing:
"What am I trying to tell you? Your father was a hero. Be proud of that."

Kakashi:

"Now that all preparations are complete, I will assign you to a team. But since each member already has a partner, I will simply put you in one of the teams," said Pain, sounding as if he was talking about the weather.
The silver-haired man simply nodded. The main thing was that he could finally sleep. He finally needed sleep!
The leader seemed to think about it.
"I will put you with Deidara and Tobi. Both are coming back from a mission tomorrow."
He didn't even give him time to get upset about it, because at the same moment he snorted:
"And now get out of my office! I have to get back to work!"
He continued to scribble on his pad.
Kakashi rolled his eyes. He hoped that Pain wasn't one of those leaders who always acted like a big shot, but ultimately had no clue what they were actually doing the whole time.
He turned around and was about to leave the room... when he felt it.
A light breeze that brushed coldly across his skin and gave him goosebumps. The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up. He felt strangely watched. But it couldn't be Pain. He was sure of that. He was getting more and more uneasy.
"Are you leaving today or tomorrow?" Pain asked irritably.
It seemed as if he wanted to get rid of him quickly.
Kakashi sighed and left the room.
He took a deep breath. That had been kind of crazy. Luckily he was no longer in that room...

So now he was an Akatsuki member. When he thought about it more carefully, he didn't feel any different.
Maybe it would be different after a few weeks? He really wasn't sure.

For now, the silver-haired man decided to take a nap. That was his highest priority at the moment.
So he followed Kakuzu's directions and ended up at the dormitories as he had hoped.

There was a long corridor that was connected to three rooms on each side. The corridor itself ended in a dead end. There were names on each door. Probably those of the people who lived in the room.
The silver-haired man decided to settle down in Tobi and Deidara's room. Since he was on a team with them from tomorrow anyway, it was only logical.
He entered the room and found a wardrobe in one corner, directly opposite a small desk with a small table lamp on it and two beds in each of the two free corners. Kakashi could already see that there would be problems. He himself preferred to sleep alone in bed. Deidara and Tobi will certainly be no different...

He took off his coat and hung it on a hanger, then hung it back in the spacious wardrobe. He threw the backpack with his things and the stolen scrolls into a corner.
Then, with a sigh, he took off his shoes. Since he was completely exhausted and didn't want to think any more, he simply lay down in one of the two beds and fell asleep straight away.

???:

"I see everything is going according to plan?"
A black figure suddenly stepped out of the darkness and looked at the leader of Akatsuki with a glowing red eye. It seemed as if it had been standing there for a long time, observing everything.
The figure was wrapped in a black coat and had pulled the hood deep over its face, so that little of the person behind it could be seen. But one thing was immediately apparent. It was definitely male.
"Yes, of course. Everything is going exactly as you wish."
Pain didn't seem to be intimidated in the slightest by his counterpart's demeanor.
His face was still completely emotionless. He looked at the figure expectantly.
The figure nodded contentedly.
"I wouldn't have expected anything else from you. Keep an eye on him! Who knows if it's not just a cunning trick on Konoha's part to find out where one of our secret hiding places is."
"Yes... I'll be vigilant."
"I'm counting on you. Because I'll mingle with the members again and pull the strings from there."
Pain nodded silently.
Then the figure disappeared into a kind of wormhole.

//Everything is going exactly as I imagined. We just have to get Kakashi to hand us over to the Kyuubi.//
He smiled contentedly. It couldn't be going better. His lucky streak never ended.

Soon the completion of his plan was within reach...

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