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

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The ANBU Mission: The Last Straw

Chapter Twenty-Eight

The ANBU Mission: The Last Straw

 

Kakashi’s Point of View

 

            “Oh, Kami, you worried me so much,” I said as I hugged Sayaka dearly in my arms, my voice was slightly muffled from the closeness between ourselves.

            “I know,” she replied, tears falling down and melting into my flak jacket. “I’m so sorry to put you into all this trouble, but while I was here and along the way, I learned a few things about how to rid of Kyou and his father.”

            We pulled apart from our embrace, staring directly into each other’s eyes.

            “How?” I simply asked.

            “Here, stay low, and let me tell you.”

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Third Person Point of View

 

            “Father, when shall we begin our attack against the Fire Country?” Kyou asked, face lifted up into a smirk.

            “For all I know,” the father began. “It will most likely be the day after the morrow.”

            “All this . . . this . . . planning is all mind-blowing,” Kyou wiped his brow of sweat. “Psychologically speaking, it puts my mind in a state of weariness and stress, something a leader like me should not be experiencing.”

            “Truth be told,” the father launched into his tedious lectures. “That stamps a nice impression upon citizens. It makes you look and seem hard working and that you are not a bad, but a good and benevolent monarch. For example, the king of the Ivy Forest Nation provided me his secrets of his monarchy. He stole money from the rich while he gave them monumental amounts of wine and sake to drink to no end. Once any person hit a big strike of money, he took interest and took his tabs on him. Even those who know of his devilish plans find it difficult to refuse him. His offers sound so great and everlasting that not many can deny. However, he had a cardiac arrest and experienced a near-death occurrence. Fortunately, his aches and pains subsided before they could get any more fatal. Orochimaru healed him or something of the sort. You know how these things are, don’t you, son?”

            “Yes, Father,” Kyou nodded his head in obedience before a sudden clash of crashes sounded.

            You could hear the vibrations in the earth as it trembled you to death’s door. The reverberations were echoing endlessly as the two men had to cover their ears to stand firmly onto the quivering terra firma. Because it rang for a troublesome total of three hours, everyone was soon drop-dead onto the ground.

            Both the son and the father lay motionless upon the earth’s surface. Their underground hideout was still trembling slightly as it quavered gradually slower, thinning out by the second.