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[ Things are kind of fucked up right now.
Kakashi figures the city picked a perfect time to shove him back into his own world, except -- just kidding, this is an awful time, everything seems to be sitting on the brink of some unspoken war, ready to burst at the seams, and he really has no idea where the fuck he's supposed to pick up the pieces. Danzo is dead, Sasuke killed him.
Sasuke killed him.
Sasuke killed him.
And Madara is up to fuck knows what. Kakashi presses his fingers against his temples, drags them down along the plane to his cheek, before he's dropping both hands to his sides. He's a little outside the gates to the village, where the buildings slowly melt away into forest and woodland, and it's quiet, here. Eerily quiet. It'd be creepy if he weren't already used to it.
It's the perfect place for him to sit and think, think about what he wants to do, what his next move should be, how he's going to go about fixing this -- if he can even fix it. Probably not, maybe that's wishful thinking, and he should just let it go, but he needs something before he walks back into that village and faces all those people, wide-eyed and confused, who are seeking answers from him.
Seriously. What a pain the ass. His job never gets any easier. ]
Kakashi figures the city picked a perfect time to shove him back into his own world, except -- just kidding, this is an awful time, everything seems to be sitting on the brink of some unspoken war, ready to burst at the seams, and he really has no idea where the fuck he's supposed to pick up the pieces. Danzo is dead, Sasuke killed him.
Sasuke killed him.
Sasuke killed him.
And Madara is up to fuck knows what. Kakashi presses his fingers against his temples, drags them down along the plane to his cheek, before he's dropping both hands to his sides. He's a little outside the gates to the village, where the buildings slowly melt away into forest and woodland, and it's quiet, here. Eerily quiet. It'd be creepy if he weren't already used to it.
It's the perfect place for him to sit and think, think about what he wants to do, what his next move should be, how he's going to go about fixing this -- if he can even fix it. Probably not, maybe that's wishful thinking, and he should just let it go, but he needs something before he walks back into that village and faces all those people, wide-eyed and confused, who are seeking answers from him.
Seriously. What a pain the ass. His job never gets any easier. ]