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You are a kunoichi. A really good one. A jo-nin. But your rank didn't help when your parents and little brother died in an attack during a field trip.
You belong to the Uchiha clan. One eye, your left eye, doesn't have a Sharingan. You don't know why. However, when your family died, you gained your Mangekyō Sharingan-at least on your right side.
You are currently at the cemetery. You are visiting your family's graves. Your grandmother has come with you; your grandfather also died, but of old age.
You are standing in front of your little brother Joshu's grave.
"Hi little one. I hope you, Ma and Pa are doing well up there. I've accomplished a lot since you left. I've been able to save many people. I regret every day that I couldn't do the same for you." You begin to tell your story. You talk about your friend you found, about your days here. Next to you, your grandmother is doing the same, at your grandfather's grave. When you glance up briefly, perceiving a chakra signature, you see a man, perhaps a year or two older than you. A mask, the Konoha headband over one eye. You know him. Not personally, but you've heard of him. Kakashi Hatake, the Copy Ninja with the Sharingan.
You lay down your bouquet of flowers and you go over to him.
A bouquet of lilies.
A/N: i don't own plot or characters of naruto! The pictures are not mine.
it may contains
• self harm 🩸
• suicide 🔪
• swearing 🤬
• violence 💢
• fluff ☁️
• smut 🍋
Kakashixreader
I'm not very good at writing yet, but enjoy reading anyways! 🫶🏻
(oop this describtion is WAY to long lmao😂)