A Mask with Another Mask |Naruto Fanfic| REWRITE

Chapter 8

It was nice, Kakashi thought as he changed out of Obito's clothes and into his still damp ones. It was nice to be able to let loose and just bicker with his teammate. The tangled knot in his chest had loosened a little and he felt like he could finally breathe. Even so, he knew that there was still something he needed to do.

Opening the door, he left the house, not bothering to say goodbye to Obito as he was asleep. The loud snoring resonating in the house could attest to that. Besides, he didn't want to bother his teammate anymore. Not when he already stayed the rest of the night after dinner, waiting for his clothes to dry. A breeze blew past him.

He shivers.

Talk to him, he said. Easier said then done. Kakashi was never good with words. Wasn't expressive like Obito, outspoken like Minato, nor did he spin compassionate sentences like Rin. No. Kakashi was reserved. Never opened up, never elaborated. He preferred to keep to himself, grunting in disagreement or not at all. But he would try.

If only to mend this broken relationship.

He looked up, gazing at the sky as he walked. The sun was just beginning to rise. A brilliant red bleeding into a vibrant orange. It was beautiful. Perhaps even serene in that moment, calming.

That's when he noticed that he had stopped walking. Confused, he looked down and— oh, he was here.

Here as in home

(̶C̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ h̶e̶ e̶v̶e̶n̶ c̶a̶l̶l̶ i̶t̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ a̶n̶y̶m̶o̶r̶e̶?̶)̶

It was still early. So as quietly as he could he opened the gates and slipped inside, walking silently to the door. It took him too long to realize that he was stepping in certain areas of the ground as to avoid the traps that used to be set around the house. He paused for a second then began to walk normally. He didn't need to watch out for traps.

After all, his father no longer cared if someone tried to kill him.

Pushing open the door, he winced at the creak it made, hoping that it didn't alert his father. Kicking his shoes off at the entrance, he looked around, extending his senses to try and locate Sakumo to no avail. He couldn't even hear any snoring.

Perhaps he went out to another bar? But he had just came back from one just last night. He would have still been sleep at this hour.

Furrowing his brow he began to search around the house. Poking his head into the kitchen. Not there. The living room? Nope. Bedroom? Empty. Dojo? No.

He sighed. Maybe he really did just leave to another bar after all. But there was still one more place he had to check. And so, he let his feet carry him to the last possible place that Sakumo could be in, stopping in front of a long dark hallway.

His Fathers's study.

He wasn't allowed there. Not anymore. But even so, while he still had the courage, he had to find his father and finally talk.

Reaffirming his resolve, he stepped into the dark hall. The floor boards creaking with every step, the shadows creeping along the walls, and the familiar smell of metal drifting through the air.

.....Metal?

No— wait....it was iron.

A familiar metallic, irony scent.

Almost like—

Blood.

Alarmed, he began to run. Further and further into the shadows, reaching for the door at the end, pushing it open—

"Father—"

And all that greeted him was red

and he wondered—

Why he ever considered it to be beautiful.

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Hello everyone! Sorry for the long wait of—

Two months?

I had a few projects and tests to finish and then I got seated with some more projects but I got the chapter done.

Merry Christmas Everyone!