[The video feed doesn't click on until Kakashi's half wiggled his way out from between Nepeta and Kite. Apparently the interns had fun with this trio, putting Kakashi in the middle of a snugglefest ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on, clearly by accident; Yamato is wrapping something up, his expression concentrated on it. It looks as though he’s sacrificed a shirt in order to make a wrapping. The bundled is neat, a slightly lumpy roll of fabric concealing... something inside it. He’s humming softly to himself and smiling; just as he finishes, there’s a ( Read more... )

[The 'berry clatters from Kakashi's hand, knocking on the feed.

He's in a room. An unoccupied one considering the complete lack of personal items, devoid of all traces of it's previous owner.

It's like Kakashi's been frozen to the spot, and the only thing he can think or say is what's horribly missing from this picture.]

Obito.

[As if the word is a ( Read more... )

[The faciliberry is tangled in the vines, and pops on.  From where the device is hanging, most of the suite’s main room is visible.  On the screen, Obito appears,  holding a round, orange pillow in his hands behind his back.  It’s decorated in some pretty embroidery.  He knocks on Kakashi’s door, a ridiculously silly grin on his face]

Hey ( Read more... )

[Guess who's baaaaack? That's right, everyone's favorite masked ninja! And he's a little confused as to why he's back from the dead but in a different room and not on power lock-down. He's more muttering to himself than addressing the communicator.]

This isn't my room.

[But then he turns to the Faciliberry and for once is glad to see it recording ( Read more... )

[By the time the video feed pops on, it's too late.

Kakashi is already dead.

Several knife wounds litter his back, still bleeding when his body disappears.]

The house Kakashi is walking up to is slightly old-fashioned, but sunlight shines in everywhere and it smells of home-cooked food. It's his sensei's house, a welcome and familiar sight. He slips through the doors and takes off his shoes, walking into the dining room to find Minato, Kushina and baby Naruto waiting for him. The infant is in a high ( Read more... )

Kakashi is sitting in the Biodome, reading chapter 42 of Jiraiya's newest novel. He taps the pencil rhythmically against the paper as he reads, lounging against a tree.

( Cut for the sanity of your friend's page. )

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 ( Read more... )

[The faciliberry accidentally clicks on as Yamato sits down on the bed, looking up with an expression that -- what is visible of it at the awkward angle -- appears to be mostly comprised of concern, with some amount of uncertainty.]

Vampires? I... I see. What sadists these doctors are...

[He studies Kakashi quietly, then gestures.] I suppose ( Read more... )