Fic: Run
Title:Run
Warnings:none really
Summary: Kakashi was never one to face his problems head on.
Kakashi wasn’t sure why he ran. He couldn’t tell you an exact, single reason. Maybe that was because there wasn’t one reason. It was a multitude, an eternity, a crushing mass of them that made him run.
He couldn’t stand the talking heads. Droning on, and on, and on. Talking about him as if they knew him, as if they saw the person, not just the iconic hero. Damn, hypocrites, every last one of them. They made him out to be this stern, unyielding person, “the steel of Kohona” painting this bullshit picture of a man they didn’t know. They were wrong. He wasn’t cold, like some cruel unyielding metal. They obviously had never seen him laugh so hard that he cried because he had switched the sugar and salt and Obito had just taken a large mouthful of salty tea. They had never seen him when he had a nightmare. There was the look of suppressed terror as he tried to hide it. The calm and airy, “It’s nothing, go back to sleep, Kakashi.” The way the sweat would always bead on his forehead, rolling down to dampen the collar of his dark shirt. They had never seen him at the end of a particularly gruesome mission, eyes hollow, haunted and empty.
Kakashi slammed down on the branch with a little more force than necessary. Quickly, he leapt off it, ignoring the crack of weathered wood. Swinging from the next branch, he hissed a little as the rough material of his gloves tore at the half-healed burns on his hands.
What were you thinking, digging through that debris? That metal was molten…You’re lucky we could heal this much…
It had hadn’t really occurred to Kakashi that digging through burning wood and molten metal would be really bad for him. The pain hadn’t even registered. All he knew was that he was down there and if he just got him up it would be ok…
He had ignored the whispers that were thrown his way when he stood up in the middle of the speech. He had shook Rin’s hand off his arm, averting his eyes so he didn’t have to see the tears on her face.
He managed to keep himself under control long enough to get the hell out of the building. Once outside he started running, and didn’t stop.
The shadows were long now, thin, stretched. Kakashi was still running.
Warnings:none really
Summary: Kakashi was never one to face his problems head on.
Kakashi wasn’t sure why he ran. He couldn’t tell you an exact, single reason. Maybe that was because there wasn’t one reason. It was a multitude, an eternity, a crushing mass of them that made him run.
He couldn’t stand the talking heads. Droning on, and on, and on. Talking about him as if they knew him, as if they saw the person, not just the iconic hero. Damn, hypocrites, every last one of them. They made him out to be this stern, unyielding person, “the steel of Kohona” painting this bullshit picture of a man they didn’t know. They were wrong. He wasn’t cold, like some cruel unyielding metal. They obviously had never seen him laugh so hard that he cried because he had switched the sugar and salt and Obito had just taken a large mouthful of salty tea. They had never seen him when he had a nightmare. There was the look of suppressed terror as he tried to hide it. The calm and airy, “It’s nothing, go back to sleep, Kakashi.” The way the sweat would always bead on his forehead, rolling down to dampen the collar of his dark shirt. They had never seen him at the end of a particularly gruesome mission, eyes hollow, haunted and empty.
Kakashi slammed down on the branch with a little more force than necessary. Quickly, he leapt off it, ignoring the crack of weathered wood. Swinging from the next branch, he hissed a little as the rough material of his gloves tore at the half-healed burns on his hands.
What were you thinking, digging through that debris? That metal was molten…You’re lucky we could heal this much…
It had hadn’t really occurred to Kakashi that digging through burning wood and molten metal would be really bad for him. The pain hadn’t even registered. All he knew was that he was down there and if he just got him up it would be ok…
He had ignored the whispers that were thrown his way when he stood up in the middle of the speech. He had shook Rin’s hand off his arm, averting his eyes so he didn’t have to see the tears on her face.
He managed to keep himself under control long enough to get the hell out of the building. Once outside he started running, and didn’t stop.
The shadows were long now, thin, stretched. Kakashi was still running.