We Were Friends (Kakashi x oc)

☀Sakumo-san☀

I hope you're ready for me to change the storyline a tone!!!

Mikasa + Kakashi - age 6

Mikasa pov-

My hand was intertwined with Kakashi's, he was dragging me down the crowded main Street, his fan girls were glaring daggers at me but that wasn't something i was particularly bothered about.
"your hand is sweaty" i stated casually with a board tone. 
"im not forcing you to hold my hand" he resorted.
"you grabbed my hand and started dragging me since class ended so you kind of did force me" i said with a yawn added on the end.
Kakashi didn't answer me, he just continued dragging me towards his house.

"Hey Kakashi... Did you know the rules state to never leave a mission to save a comrade... To complete a mission at all costs... Do you agree with it?" I asked feeling disgust towards the rule.

"Depends I guess, if it's a low class mission sure get your comrades back it won't hurt anyone if you do... But one that risks millions of lives, you shouldn't save one life if it gets hundreds killed" Kakashi explained and I nodded in agreement as it made sense, don't risk others for one.
We finally arrived at kakashis home and a smiled brightly as he fiddled with his key in the door, I get to see sakumo.

"Sakumo-san were home" I yelled slipping my shoes of as we entered the house, but we didn't get an answer so I just assumed he wasn't home. I yawned slightly and looked at kakashi who had already gone further into the house, he had his back towards me and was staring at something, maybe he's waiting for me? I walked over towards my silver friend to see what had him froze but what I saw... I wish I didn't.

Sakumos kind face held no emotion and his dark eyes (which had deep lines running underneath them) were lifeless. Hes spiky, silver-coloured hair that reached into the middle of his back tied in a ponytail and bangs that hung over his forehead protector and He wore a standard Konoha-nin uniform with a pair of gloves, flak jacket and bandages on his right arm, and the addition of distinctive short white sleeve which had red edges and the standard crest of Uzushiogakure on it. His outfit was what he normally wore... Just this time he had one extra addition... A rope around his neck that attached him to the roof.

All Kakashi and I could do was stare, as we watched his father swing back and forth on a rope Kakashis eyes dart across the room go a piece of paper and then the chair sakumo had stepped off, but he doesn't move, he's stiff as a board, then he cried... Kakashi never cries he goes to get the police force but he can barely get the words "my father committed suicide" out of his mouth he's in tears and I just stare at my second father with tears rapidly falling from my emrald eyes. I pull Kakashi into a hug as we both sob harder than ever.

After the police got here they pushed me and Kakashi out of the room and did what ever they do in these situations. I held Kakashi's hand tightly knowing he needs me right now. I stared blankly at the note I took from the room before I shakily opened it and read it.

Dear Kakashi and Mikasa,

I'm sorry about this, I saved some comrade's on a mission but I never completed my mission because of this... The village hated me. I was shunned and eventually the people I saved turned their backs on me, I was a disgrace to the village and I didn't want to live as a disappointment I'm sorry my children I hope you grow up big and strong as respected ninja with a family of your own one day.

Lots of love sakumo/ dad.

My eyes started leaking again and I passed the note to Kakashi and his eyes slowly flickered across the page before he used his hand that wasn't attached to mine to wipe his tears, he then turned to look at me with a cold face before saying, "that question you asked before... About saving comrade's... I changed my mind, it's up to them to save their selves I won't break the rules" he said sternly and I didn't answer I just stared at the ground with tears dripping of my chin.

I didn't agree with Kakashi. Sakumo-san is a hero to me he risked his name... His honour... His friendship and his life to save his comrades.