Once in a lifetime (KakaIru)

⤜⥼⊱ ONCE IN A LIFETIME ⊰⥽⤛

Notes: 

Hi! Well, I'm Spanish and this is my first fanfic in English. It's not as if my English was bad but diplomas and exams not always reflex your real knowledge, so I was not very sure if I could do this. Truth be told, it was very hard since my Spanish is far better than my English -which, on the other hand, is normal, but this one-shot is the translation of "Hasta que el cielo nos reclame", my first kakairu one-shot, and I wanted to keep a language level similar in both of them.

In any case, I hope all of you enjoy this story (maybe I could translate my other works, we'll see xD). And, of course, if you found any grammatical mistake or something like that, just tell me, please.

Psdt: gracias por tu paciencia, Nerea; sé que me puse muy pesada para que corrigieras esta historia pese a no pertenecer a tu fandom. (Thank you very much for you patience, Nerea; I know you were fed up because of my insistence to correct the damn story even when this isn't your fandom).

⤜⥼⊱⋇⊰⥽⤛ ONCE IN A LIFETIME ⤜⥼⊱⋇⊰⥽⤛ 

"Where am I?" His voice, like the tinkle of little crystal bells, echoed throughout the peaceful landscape.

"I think It's here where we all go to when we are not ready to leave", a voice behind him replied. Kakashi turned around, surprised. There, sitting on a bench at the feet of a cherry tree, a very handsome young man smiled at him with nostalgia. His eyes, the same warm brown tone as burnt coffee, sent out such a softness that Kakashi felt nothing could ever be wrong. The silver haired man sat beside the beautiful stranger and, for a few minutes, he just watched the cherry blossoms dance with the wind.

"What you have said... Does it mean I am dead?" Kakashi asked in a whisper. The handsome man next to him closed his eyes, enjoying the gentle breeze that played with long, chestnut strands.

"No" the stranger responded calmly. "It means your hour has yet to come, that you can go back... That there too many things you have to do before Heaven can claim you".

"Heaven?" Kakashi laughed humourless. "What makes you thing I have ever done something good enough for me to deserve heaven?" His voice was a painful tone, resentment through words.

The beautiful brunet looked at him curiously. It was then when he noticed the devotional way in which the silver haired man covered his right eye with his hand. Saying Kakashi was astonished when he felt another hand on his own would be an understatement. In other circumstances, Kakashi would have already beaten the shit out of the poor wretch who had dared to touch Obito's eye... But this was not any other circumstances and the person who was sitting next to him, for some reason that he, simple mortal, couldn't understand, put him at ease. It was as if, suddenly, Kakashi was seven again and got the ability to trust blindly back, fearless to failure or to pain. Kakashi slipped his hand slowly, until just the warm touch of the stranger's hand remained over the scar, caressing him with tenderness.

"And you? What makes you think you have done something bad enough for you not to deserve it?"

Kakashi didn't know how to answer that. Hell, was there any answer for that? If there was, Kakashi didn't know. The only thing he knew was that he had failed so many people throughout his entire life... Too many, perhaps.

"Whatever our sins may be, we can find redemption for most of them", said the brunet.

"Not mine", replied the taller man.

The stranger gave him a last gentle caress and removed his hand with delicacy. Kakashi found himself missing de delicious warmth as soon as the stranger's fingertips abandoned his scarred cheek. It wasn't until that very moment that Kakashi understood that, in reality, it was his skin what was cold as ice.