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

Chapter Thirty-Five: Please

Chapter Thirty-Five

Please

 

Kakashi’s Point of View

 

            I was desperate. Pure desperation was seeping in and out of me. I had to find her . . . I wasn’t going to let her go like I did to Rin and Obito. Even Minato slipped out of my grasp, for Kami’s sake.

            “Kakashi!” I heard Genma yell from behind me. “I think she’s fine! We can’t afford to lose relations between the Land of Iron and Konoha, man! They’re desperate for the their own people too, you know! This is a criminal we’re talking about here!”

            “I know that! But I’m not going to lose another loved one of mine! I already lost my other comrades and my own sensei! Not to mention, even my own father!”

            “Okay, I get your point, Kakashi,” Genma replied after a short pause. “But this is a loose criminal we’re talking about here! Kakashi! Get some sense into your own head!”

            I paused to think, suddenly still from my quick and abrupt movements a moment before. He was right . . . but just at least another hour . . . of searching . . .

            “One more hour,” I stated gruffly.

            “No,” he shook his head firmly. “Ten minutes, Kakashi.”

            “What the hell!” I glared daggers at him, voice rising. “I ask for an hour and you give me ten minutes. Really?”

            “Kakashi!” he raised his voice higher in volume than myself. “This is for Konoha’s and the Land of Iron’s sake. Want us all to die as well?”

            That was true . . . I couldn’t all be reckless . . . But the moment I was to find her, I would tell her everything . . . from the beginning to the end. I love you.

            “Fine” was the only word heard before we continued our brief search for Sayaka.

Sayaka’s Point of View

 

            Truth be told . . . I was never loved as much as now . . . well, at least, I never felt as if it were so . . . Obito made me feel special, as if I were the only one alive . . . Okay, Genma made me feel special too, but that’s another story. We weren’t a thing, so I guess that doesn’t count . . . Kakashi . . . on the other hand . . . the only man and person who has been with me no matter what . . . through my drama sessions and so forth . . . He was truly special.

            I was now in a dimly lit room, in which only candles were lit . . . I now kind of regretted kissing Obito all last night. Why couldn’t Kakashi love me the way Obito did? Why?! Why . . .