[43] Hatake Kakashi {Dream}

[freshscars]

The room is dark, only the light of the moon and flashes of lightning illuminating the room through the old-fashioned paper doors leading outside. The sound of rain pounding on the roof and the ragged, dry sobs of a child are all that can be heard. Pressed up against the wall is the source of the breathing, Kakashi at eight years old, sans mask

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[disco_isnt_dead]

...oh, darling...

A few hours and possible snuggles later...

[freshscars]

This experiment is going to get very annoying.

[There be no angst here. Really!]

:< Kashi, you liar...

[disco_isnt_dead]

Would you like me to take another dive into your subconscious, Kakashi? It's possibly that I did not get to finish sorting baggage...

Let alone dust for cobwebs...

He's not lying... >> Really! ....why don't you believe hiiiim.

[freshscars]

I'm fine. It's nothing I can't handle.

[It's therapy enough seeing everyone alive. That's his excuse and he's sticking to it.]

Because she's seen the inside of his head. :>

[disco_isnt_dead]

If you're sure, Kakashi. I'm here whenever you need me.

....true. It's scary in there, man. :|;;

[freshscars]

I know. [Once he gets over himself, he just might be paying her a visit.]

;; /hugs him

[disco_isnt_dead]

Whenever you need, darling. [That's alright. She'll cuddle him, too. Maybe feed his skinny self.]