ɢʏᴍ ʀᴀᴛ || yandere! kakashi

47. kakashi hatake

i love you means you're never ever ever getting rid of me

|･ﾟﾟ･chapter forty seven･ﾟﾟ･|

As the stressed mounted on my back, I went straight to the one place -besides (y/n)'s arms- that gave me tranquility; spoiler alert, it was Konoha's Shinobi Gym. The amount of time I spent in this place would make a person believe that I have no life. Girls applaud me because I'm not in a basement playing video games, but I wish pixels on a screen would distract me from life. What these girls don't know is that, sometimes, I stay at the gym for twelve hours without meals in between. They don't know that, when I get home from the gym, the first thing I do is pick up my dumbbells and do bicep curls. Is it healthy? No, absolutely not. However, it's what gives me peace in the damn world.

For a while, it was the only thing that I had. My physique was the only thing I was proud of, and I always felt the need to maintain it. But when cute, little (y/n) came into my life, I realized that I'm more than eye candy for the girls and the gays; I'm a protector of the most valuable person on this planet, no, this universe. My heart beats for her and her alone, my emotions come flooding when she crosses my mind. Let's be real, she never leaves my mind. Unfortunately, she left my grasp. Correction: she tried to leave my grasp.

You must be brain dead if you think I'd let someone else have her. They'd taint her luscious lips, her mind would be corrupted if she loved anyone else. We were made for each other. The gods above created the perfect woman, and I was designed to be her knight. I'm the only one who would never hurt her. Where does Sasuke fit into this? He doesn't. He's shouldn't even be considered her acquaintance, let alone her best friend. That poor boy, attention-starved and in need of someone's love. He's mistaken her naive kindness as love.

Everyone sees him as the boy who was kidnapped, and that mark on his shoulder is just to prove what he really is-- a filthy monster ready to prey on my (y/n). Though she's good at hiding it in front of him, I know she thinks the same. She has to because, if I think he's a monster, she has to think the it as well. We're linked after all.

Caught up in my thoughts as I re-rack my weight, I noticed the sudden orange light spill into the gym for a split second before the glass door tints it a dark yellow. My head spun to the door, hoping that my (e/c)-eyed beauty would strut into the gym, blessing anyone who laid eyes on her. I should be the only one that gets to see her.

When it wasn't (y/n), I unknowingly sighed deeply. I didn't catch who it was. I only saw a glimpse of long, brown tresses escape into the women's locker room. It was oddly vacant today in the gym, I noticed. Usually, teenagers, college kids like me, and spontaneous elders were exercising either with the machines or outside. Instead of the repetitive beatings on the punching bags, the radio music playing from the building's speakers was louder than anybody here. It was odd seeing such a lively place hushed. Perhaps the world knew of (y/n)'s attempt to separate from me, and this was its way of showing its sorrows.

I put on ten pounds more on each side of the bar. Now with two hundred pounds of weight resting on the shelves of my shoulders, I didn't use my chakra while squatting this much. If that was the case -and I chose to use my chakra to enhance my strength- I could've easily done eight hundred pounds. I don't think the bar would sustain that much weight though.

Like any other day, my mind once again drifted to (y/n)'s perfect body. I've memorized every curve and dimple of hers, the way her skin shifted colors-- some areas darker or lighter than others. Whenever she folds her arms just below her chest and subconsciously pushes her mounds up drives me wild. They way her cheeks are naturally pink without the need of blush made me think that she's always nervous. Her legs are like a whole new playing field. Every time she takes a step when in her skin-tight workout leggings, her thighs flex ever so slightly. I love what's in between her legs as well, if you know what I mean. God, I can practically hear her calling my name. Kakashi~ Kakashi~ Ka-