Shadow Of The Shadow [[Kakashi X Male OC Reader]]

Hyaku= 百 =💯

You sat up from your small, small bed. You may have slept on it. But the bastard was harder than a rock.

You rubbed your neck before looking around the shit hole that was your room.

It was the damn 1940's after all.

You were either prey or a hunter. And fortunately you were a hunter. Working for the damn mafia. And constantly being pushed further and further into killing.

You didn't have the gut for it. Neither the conscience. You weren't that religious. But you damn well needed him in times like this.

You were rather low on the scale of the "Organization." As you were told.

Being a sort of minion.

Running around for higher up people. Doing their dirty business. Getting paid about a grand every month. Which seems like a dream.

But you were part of the mafia. The money you used was dirty. Do you didn't want to be the same as those bastards higher-up.

You lived in penthouses and mansions.

Acting as if they were kings among filth. Which you found rather dull to think of.

Other than the boringness of being apart of the mafia. You were always being hunted. Being a murderer. Identified by both rival gangs and the police.

So, you have to always be sneaky with your daily life. Which is very much difficult. You couldn't buy fruit like normal people. Or else you would get funny looks from people.

After thinking about how shitty your life had gotten. You moved to Get dressed. Throwing on a yellow and blue styled shirt. With some black suit pants. And a black suit jacket. Grabbing your black fedora.

You descended the stairs down onto the ground floor. Heading out the door. You walked along the sidewalk. Stretching yourself out. Your eyes looked all over the place. The streets of New York was very much gloomy. You bought an apple and ate it along your path.

The building was magnificent. With pillars along it's entrance. You walked over to push the door open.

You were met with a few grunts. You sighed making to the elevator. With a scrawny yellow haired kid running up to you.

"Hey. Hey. Hachi!"

"Whatdya want Naruto?"

"You's in big trouble. Ya know that right?"

"I'm always in trouble idiot. Everytime itsa whole new reason."

"This one's different."

He said putting his hands in his pockets. Before you knew it. You were pushing the elevator button. The pleasent ding could be heard. You entered it leaning against the wall. Before the door closed. Naruto caught the door.

"The White Demon's callin."

"Ya mean?"

"Kakashi Hatake: The White Demon."

"Shit!"

You yelled as Naruto pulled away. Fear filled your body. Kakashi Hatake: The White Demon. Or as you knew him your boss's boss's boss, the head honcho, la puta.

The gay man who quickly took power over the mafia.

Why the hell would he want you? How the hell does he even know about you? What the hell is he going to do to you?

All these thoughts ran wild throughout your mind. With fear consuming your thoughts. When, the sound of ringing filled the elevator. The door opened. And your eyes looked up to the White haired demon.