I Don't Fall In Love (Hatake Kakashi Love Story)

Chapter Fourteen: Silence Is Silver

Chapter Fourteen

Silence Is Silver

 

            Rin . . . dead . . . did I hear correctly? Did I? Please tell me I didn’t . . . Please tell me I didn’t . . . Please . . . Kami . . . Please . . .

            “R-rin?” I managed to gasp.

            “Kakashi . . . is alive . . . in the hospital . . . fine with only a few scratches and bruises or things as simple as that,” the Hokage said grimly. "He killed Rin by accident."

            “Why does Kakashi always end up killing one of his teammates?! Why?! Sensei! Why?!” I cried out in frustration, tears falling down from my eyes.

            “Sayaka . . .” Minato-sensei started to say.

            “Why does he have to be alive? He should already be dead from practically killing Obito! Rin should still be here. Not Kakashi!” I argued.

            “Sayaka,” Minato said more sternly.

            “He’s an idiot! A bloody idiot!” I screamed out in anger once again, causing Minato to be a little more uneasy than usual.

            “Sayaka!” he scolded me in a cold, austere voice.

            “It just can’t be true . . . It can’t!” I cried even more tears as I ran out the building.

            No one dared to follow, sympathetic from my loss—the gap in my heart. One of my few friends . . . was dead by the same person who left the other to die.

            “I wasn’t like this before! So why am I so angry now!” I yelled in even more wrath than before.

            I ran  . . . and ran . . . and ran . . . and ran . . . further and further into the deep, thick forest. Rain began falling a while ago, and it was pouring gallons and gallons of water down on the Earth’s surface. It seemed that the world was weeping my loss along with me.

            Yet . . . even though I knew I was pretty much lost . . . I kept running . . . in desperate hope . . . that something could soothe me . . . not known to me. Something . . . and that something that called to me . . . seemed like death itself. I kept telling myself that this wasn’t an option. It was an off-limits option. Even so and afterwards, I kept crying my eyes out . . . kept calling the names so dear to me that never really came to my mind . . . Mother . . . Father . . . Obito . . . Rin . . . Who else would I lose next? The entire village?

            The night was getting darker and darker . . . cooler and cooler . . . colder and colder . . . frightening and more frightening . . . Nothing around me put me at ease. It all was . . . terrifying . . . spine-chilling . . . All dead scary.

            I eventually found myself a decent cave to sit in for the night or even for the while being. After dashing out of the Hokage’s building, I knew that someone would probably go after me . . . hopefully not . . . hopefully, they forgot about me . . . just . . . hopefully.

            “This is getting depressing . . .” I muttered to myself as I gathered some damp sticks and dried them before using them as fuel for the fire I made from my jutsu.

            “Oh hush thee, my baby . . . the night is behind us . . . And black are the waters that sparkled so green . . .” I sang the “Seal Lullaby” to sleep.

            That song always made me asleep . . . no matter what condition I was in . . . no matter what emotion I was up against . . . that song was everything I liked and loved . . .

Kakashi’s Point of View

 

            I sat on the bed, holding back the myriad of tears that were struggling to pass me. The sun was starting to break to the other side of the world . . . and winds were starting to rustle the beat to the thundering storm impending. While I was still here . . . in the hostpital. The immaculate hospital of Konoha. Everything . . . spotless and clean as can be.

            While I was keeping my thoughts and such about Rin and so forth . . . Minato suddenly rushed by into the room. His hair was slightly messy . . .

            “Don’t scold me please . . . I already feel bad . . .” I pleaded, already sounding not myself.

            “It’s fine, Kakashi,” he forced a smile. “Have you seen Sayaka anywhere?”

            “No . . . why?” I replied cautiously as the silence between us turned from bronze . . . to gold . . . and then back to silver . . .

            Meaning . . . scary start . . . good middle . . . and . . . silent ending . . .

            “She ran out of the Hokage’s office crying and ran off somewhere . . . I would have thought she’d be here yelling at you . . .” Minato sweat dropped.

            “You don’t think that she . . .” I trailed off, alarmed.

            “Yeah . . . I do . . . Kakashi . . . I do . . . there’s a large storm coming tonight . . . and I bet you that she’s out there now . . .” Minato replied seriously.

            “Let’s go then,” I responded, getting out of the chair I was sitting on in the white room.

            I was then dismissed from the hospital . . . free to find the only . . . no, wait . . . I take that back . . . my only . . . friend . . . my confidant . . . Sato . . . Sayaka.

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