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Dec 22, 2009 16:01

Who: Hatake Kakashi (entoptic), Uzumaki Naruto (couragetodare), & open to the rest of the Naruto cast, if anyone else wants to hop in. :)
When: Yesterday sometime.
Where: By the docks.
Format: Paragraph, past tense.
What: UHH IDK. It's Kakashi being Kakashi, and Naruto being B| B| B| because of it.
Warnings: TBD. Probably none?

( We begin to kill the calm as we feed on the facts. )

kakashi hatake, naruto uzumaki

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couragetodare December 23 2009, 01:16:48 UTC

Naruto made it to the docks in record time, considering his original position. Good thing too, because it meant he had to move fast, and he wanted to move fast, he needed to move fast, to do something that could perhaps, possibly, maybe burn off some of the frenetic energy that was rising to a slow boil inside of him.

Fast worked. But fast didn't take the opportunity from him to think and in the long minutes between Kakashi's last message, Naruto's response and his consequent departure he really had too much time to think. It didn't matter that most of his thoughts basically ran in circles though his mind. He didn't like it. Kakashi's reluctance to talk. He couldn't see any discernable reason for it other than the simple notion that there were things Kakashi did not want to tell him.

Secrets.

Stupid fucking-
Why does it always come back to stupid-Naruto was too used to secrets now and needless to say, he didn't like them. The secrets Itachi had once kept, the secrets his village had once kept, the secrets that were driving Sasuke ( ... )

entoptic December 23 2009, 02:05:44 UTC

Kakashi didn't just keep secrets because he was a secretive man; he kept secrets because sometimes secrets needed to be kept. Or that was what he told himself during times like these, and maybe it was true, maybe sometimes a person really did have to keep a few secrets here and there for the sake of everyone else, for the sake of keeping everything in order, nicely formatted into its quiet little slot where it belonged.

But then sometimes he forgot he wasn't dealing with children anymore, not exactly, not really, Sakura and Naruto ( and Sasuke ) had all grown up, were stronger now than they'd ever been before in the past. They weren't children, but they weren't adults, either, and he didn't know how much they knew, how much they didn't know, how much they'd been through and how much they still had to experience for themselves.

Home was a mess. Home was a twisted mess of chaos and confusion, and Madara --

Shit. Madara, that manipulative son of a bitch.

( Kakashi had him, too, he had him right there, and it was strange to think that ( ... )

couragetodare December 23 2009, 03:59:16 UTC

Naruto's default state in Anatole was anxious, as a general rule. In the same way that Sasuke's default state so far seemed to be 'borderline homicidal' depending on who he was talking to.

That anxiousness did not lessen upon Kakashi's greeting, in fact, it probably grew, just a little. It was difficult to halt before Kakashi and hey am I nearly as tall as you? Shit, I think I'm nearly as tall as you and it was difficult to remain still, so much so that when Naruto stuffed his own hands into his pockets he could only hold them there for a few seconds. Then they were back out, he was rocking on his heels, vibrating with impatience and shooting Kakashi a sceptical squint ( ... )

entoptic December 23 2009, 04:29:43 UTC

There might have been a fraction of a second after Naruto ground out those words harshly, roughly, that Kakashi raised an eyebrow in return, tipping his chin up as he studied his former student a bit more intensely. Something was incredibly wrong with this situation. It wasn't just the city. It wasn't just the fact that he hadn't seen the sun rise at all. It was something else, something deeper, something he couldn't pinpoint right away, but its flaws stood out all the same, blindingly obvious.

Something was wrong with Naruto, because Naruto had changed, and he knew him well enough to realize this mere seconds after he spoke. There was a weight to his voice, a weight to his shoulders, and Kakashi didn't get it, he didn't get a lot of things about any of this.

But he didn't need to get it to understand that look and that tone. He had seen it a million times before, in Konoha, amongst the elder ninja in the village, he had seen it on battlefields and graveyards and every so often, every now and then when everything twisted and turned ( ... )

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