Hatake✔️

54

Kakashi slept out on the couch last night.

This morning he hasn't spoken to me.

I watch as he walks past me and slips a white shirt on over his head.

He stops in front of the mirror before grabbing his bag. He leaves without a word.

I sit and sulk, looking out the window all day.

It's not until nightfall that he returns.

I hear the door open and close. Then the sound of his bag and keys being set on the table.

I don't dare to turn around so I just continue watching the rain splash in the puddles.

Kakashi reads one of his books for a while in the bedroom before turning off the light. I sit in the dark living room on the floor.

The rain starts picking back up.

I silently walk out the door and find my way outside.

The smell of the rain and wet earth is comforting in a strange way.

I walk down the familiar paths that circle the building.

The sky is black and I can't see the tree line.

I wait outside for around an hour. I'm not sure why.
Maybe I thought someone would notice me.

Nothing.

I walk into the rain.

My feet sinking into the mud.

I walk and walk

By the time I see where my feet have taken me it's too far to turn back.

I continue walking the mud turning into rocks and sand.

I unsheath my knife and drag it down the side of my upper arm.

I scrape the raised skin off. I smile even though I know the dammed thing will return when the skin grows back.

The rain maintains its force and I walk into the salty water.

I laugh when the water burns my skin.

I splash the warm water on my face.

I sit on the edge of the water and let the small waves splash on my legs.

...

When I return back to the village I spot Kakashi looking at me from the balcony.

I walk in with my head down.

The door to our room is unlocked and I enter quietly.

Kakashi is still on the balcony.

I pass him and grab dry clothes from my drawer.

After I get out of my sandy clothes I go lean out on the balcony rail by Kakashi.

We sit in silence for only a short while.

Kakashi clears his throat.

"Where'd you go?" He asks.

"The oceans edge." I say.

"Why?" He asks not looking at me.

"I—honestly?" I ask.

"Of course." He replies softly.