#long para thread

{☇}-- - Sending his pick with ease through the ice, Kakashi watched in amazement at how easily it split. The beauty of the ice never ceasing to amaze him. Wiping the sheen of sweat that covered his forehead, he turned to his partner in crime with a rather triumphed smile. "Lets see if we have better luck in the next town Pakkun!" he announced in high hopes as he stacked the ice on to the sled. Hopping on he gave a pat to the reindeers side who looked just as hopeful he did.  

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Gritting his teeth and visibly annoyed, the ice harvester remained silent in the sled still filled with same quota of ice he had started with. "I'm sure we will find someone to buy our ice!" Kakashi mimicked, doing a voice for his close friend. So adapted to his best friend, Kakashi understood what he was trying to say just by a single expression. It made it easier for communication a lot of the times, but other times Kakashi couldn't deny how right the other was. An annoying factor he was slowly getting used too.

Pulling on the reins, Kakashi hopped off as Pakkun came to a stop. "Hardly a chance. It is so damn cold lately... How did this even happen?!" Plopping fire wood in the ground, Kakashi unhooked Pakkun and the two gathered around as the white haired nin began making a fire for them.

Lost in his tune as his fingers strummed against the cord, Pakkun nudged the man with force to grab his attention. Digits tightening around the instrument, Kakashi turned to inquire what Pakkun wanted; but as he saw his friends eyes locked on something, his attention got drawn to the sliding figure as well.

"No way. Not happening," the ice lover refused, trying to turn his attention back to his music before Pakkun could get him in one of their conversations. Before he could strum another note, the reindeer looked at him with those horribly judging eyes. "But she is all alone! She can't even walk well in the ice! What if she hurts herself, could you live with that, Kakashi?" The man voiced for the other, as he proceeded to shake his own head with his answer. "It is her fault for being so unprepared for this cold, I could live with that happening!"

With big pleading eyes, Pakkun saw right through Kakashi. Sighing the man put the instrument back in the sled and glared at his so called friend for a bit. "I really dislike how sympathetic you are, Pakkun! We need to work on that."

{☇}:-- - Stomach rumbling, the masked nin set down his pen and pressed his body more into the back of the chair. I forgot breakfast again, the many mused internally to himself. Waiting patiently for the new alliance he was about to make on behalf of Konoha. Kakashi had never heard of the person nor place he came from, but he made no question on the decision, since it really stemmed from Naruto imploring Lady Tsunade to make it.

Kakashi was not expecting such a burly fellow to enter through his door.  Standing he bowed in greeting. "Dreyar Laxus, a pleasure. I am Hatake Kakashi of the leaf. I'll be the spokes person for this alliance on behalf of Konoha." just as he was about to reseat himself, his stomach growled loudly enough there was no way it hadn't gone unheard by the other. "Perhaps this would make for a good opportunity for you to really see the village and the people as I rudely get food during this meeting," Kakashi joked lightly, unsure of the waters he might be treading on now with the other.

"Konoha recently opened up a new barbecue pit that I think would be the most fit setting for this meeting," Kakashi explained. Gathering his things he indicated for the other to follow. 

{☇}-- - Drifting slowly back into consciousness, the only thing the man became really aware about was the wet sensation that tricked down the right side of his face. Blood. The doleful realization brought the copy nin more aware and alert regarding his predicament, well at least as much as he could be for his current state.

The dark room he was currently in was too cold for his comfort, the air even possessing an eerie feeling that would make a rookie shinobi's hair stand up. Slowly working the pieces together and as fast as he could with his concussion. Kakashi Hatake had been captured.

"Your attempt at an interrogation, so far, is feeble at best." It didn't take long for him to conclude this was his predicament, Kakashi had too much valuable information to kill right away and he wouldn't be the go to person to capture, his life wasn't as valuable as some of his other comrades. 

As his eyes scanned the room, his mind slowly became uncluttered and he caught sight of his headband before him on the ground. His left eye began to twitch uncomfortably despite how hard he was focusing to keep it shut. "You obviously know who I am, why else would you capture me," the man muttered, trying anything to coax the person out. "It was foolish of you to let my headband be so far, I can easily open my eye and off myself now before letting you get information."

{☇}-- - 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.

{☇}-- -                     Wandering about Konoha, the copy nin kept his hands deep in his pocket. His posture was slouched and his steps were even. He would graciously nod at those who greeted him, but Kakashi’s current priorities were far more important than catching up with friends or comrades. Though he doubted his student wanted to speak to anyone, Kakashi searched around the village for him. Saving the last place he was probably for at last of course.

Sakura had wasted no time in seeking out Kakashi when Naruto had apparently lost his temper. She rushed out as much details he knew, but the main point that Kakashi had reached was that something had driven him to be upset due to the loss of his parents. While she offered to help him seek out the jinchuuriki, Kakashi declined it. He felt as Naruto’s sensei he deserved to give the boy some guidance or some piece of mind on this matter. He benefitted on both ends of the spectrum simply because Minato was his sensei and he had spent time with Kushina, knowing he well enough to discuss her with Naruto. Even besides though, Kakashi knew what it was like to spend most of your life without parents. It didn’t effect him quite like it had Naruto and he at least got to spend time with his father until the age of four, but it was still a topic Kakashi could be quite understanding on. 

Lifting up the curtain to the ramen shop, Kakashi tilted his head as he saw the familar orange outfit. The younger shinobi was tense, not even moving to touch his food. A sure signal he was very upset by what had happened.

"I'll take the miso please, Kakashi ordered as he sat himself by his student. Breaking open his chopsticks as he awaited his food, Kakashi finally turned to look over to the boy. "Sakura told me as much as she could about what happened," Kakashi explained, watching the other intently. It wasn't hard to step over some of Naruto's boundaries and he was so easily led by his emotions, Kakashi didn't want to bring that in the picture. He knew just how difficult it was to bring Naruto into sense when the boy reached that point.

--                           He stared with emptiness at his childhood home, the wood rotting, frames to the doors and window falling a part, and the home still sectioned off so there could be no entry. Kakashi kept his feelings in tact; it was no struggle for him to do that anymore. His father had made the choice to go against the Ninja Code. He had to suffer in his consequences but rather he decided to take the easy way out.

A long year had passed since Kakashi had found his father. So much had happened after that as well. The young prodigy was more alone than ever; this was his decision to live a solitary lifestyle. Others only seemed to be distractions; they served not a single use to him. The young silver haired boy proved himself in the Academy though, he was only it for a year and he graduated at the top of his class before most of his other peers. An accomplishment that only made him more full of himself, only encouraging him to belittle others who didn’t seem to be the perfect shinobi in every way.

Though he was eager to get started, the team he was on was delayed in getting started on beginning missions. His sensei was Konoha’s famous Yellow Flash, Minato Namikaze. He didn’t think too fondly of the others on his teams. Rin Nohara who will be the medical nin of their team had potential, but she didn’t seem like she was much useful in anything else besides medical ninjutsu. He preferred her rather than the pathetic excuse of shinobi that was on his team.

Obito Uchiha. A boy who claimed how powerful the Uchiha’s were, yet failed to show it in anyway. Not only that, but he was a horrible distraction to the team, he seemed more concerned with winning over Rin’s heart than practicing the proper Ninja Code.

Rolling his eyes in annoyance, Kakashi turned on his heel away from his home without a single connection to it anymore. It was just a useless place he lived in at one point. He took long, relaxed strides and headed back towards his new apartment, taking hidden pathways to avoid people. He kept his mind clear and only concerned himself with a 'To-Do' list on jutsu’s he wanted to begin learning as soon as possible. If he was going to show Minato-sensei that they were on equal ground, he could only accomplish this by beating the Yellow Flash in a battle. One he was confidant he could handle by himself.

As he marched up the stairs, his eyes were casted comfortably on the group and his hands deep in his pockets. His eyes shot up however when he heard loud knocking on what he believed to be the door that lead to his living space. Catching sight of long, thick, and bright right hair, Kakashi’s face became hard in response.

Why was Kushina Uzumaki at his door?

He had met her a few times, he didn’t know much about her besides that she was in romantic relations with his sensei, and that she was also loud and hot tempered, he had heard it only once and he didn’t care to know what it was over. Minato-sensei seemed used to it as well and sheepishly apologized to his future students, but Kakashi wasn’t really concerned with the woman at all since she wasn’t on his team or probably any use to his future.

“Uzumaki-san,” Kakashi announced himself as he stood a distance from her and his door. “Is Minato-sensei calling us in for another meeting?” He knew that probably wasn’t the case, why would he send his romantic partner to fetch him? There must be another reason she was here.