Forsaken ⎟Closed thread
{☇}-- - Lanky digits traced along the, now dusty, wood-paneled walls. His other making sure his mask continued to be protecting his face. It was such an ominous day for the boy. The memories still vivid as ever just flood into his mind; the worst was he suck no one out for comfort. He rotted in the horrible memories and suffered in silence. The young Hatake only felt so lonely on this 'special' day.
As if this day didn't entitle the boy to shut down, but Kakashi spent in so closed off from the world that no one got the option to be there for him. He never knew if actually wanted someone to be honest. Who would want to comfort the son of a man who killed himself? The very man who was once one of the most powerful ninja in the village and took a drastic turn, becoming only the main scum of the village. Just because of simple pang of emotion that led his own father to make such compassionate choices.
By the time Kakashi reached the room, he had enough. It was pointless for him to keep coming here. The Hatake wanted this behind him, he no longer wanted to associate with this. It has been years since fathers death, so why am I here? Why does it matter so much to me? Those were the questions that haunted him.
Exiting the building, Kakashi froze before being able to be more than two steps away from his old home. The long, beautiful red hair was all that faced him. Damn, was all he could think to himself. His core now filled with annoyance, despite seeing the woman he often eyed from time to time. While he hoped she was here to bring him on a mission, he knew it wasn't the case. "Tch," he muttered under his breath. The white haired prodigy now folding his arms and his face becoming harder.
"Kushina-san," the masked nin greeted in a stoic voice. What possibly motivated her to come to this sad place? "Did Minato-sensei send for me or is there other business you are here on?" His words so formal, almost unforgiving as they gave nothing of his inner thoughts or emotions away.