#whispersofdeceit

He stared at the results. Positive. So it's true. Kyohi is really his son.

Then, he suddenly had the irrational urge to run all the way to Ame just to demand answers in person from Nao. Would she lie to his face and say she'd told him? send him a letter?.

He knows Sakura is staring at him, wanting an answer. He can almost hear her thoughts "Why do you have a son? Why didn't you know?". Or maybe those were the questions he was asking himself. Why, indeed.

"Thank you, Sakura" Kakashi escaped before her student could ask any questions. He'd eventually have to tell her everything, but not yet. Now until he knew what Kyohi wanted to do. He walked under the morning chill towards the inn. It had only been a day, but, maybe because he'd been unable to sleep, it seemed to stretch impossibly.

He considered jumping onto the windows, just to startle the kids, but discarded it after a moment. No messing around. Not yet.

So instead, he went in, found the room, and simply knocked.

Orochimaru's sole success ( second, if anyone was counting ) fell into this bad habit of staring. A little too close, a little too intense. He could almost hear the skipped rhythm of Hiroki's heartbeat and some weird, foreign emotion flushed over him. Felt bad, no good.

" Oh- " It was odd. He was so used to everyone knowing him, " Mitsuki, ah.. No last name. My parent is Orochimaru ? "

"Not often enough." Haruhi answered. "I usually come here with my teammates when we're done with intense training." She explained.

ᒥ嫌いᒧ—         Zenjiro was bent forward, breathing heavy. Sweat laced his skin, the pale color dusted with the red of exhaustion, work. He had spent hours training, finally, his energy was running low and he needed to pause the vigorous taijutsu training and take a small break to catch his breath before he would continue.

He was happy, training took his mind off most things, but now that he was still and his focus to his surroundings returned, he sensed a chakra approaching. Bright, but odd–The feeling made his stomach twist into knots. As it drew closer, he straightened himself. Why? He wasn’t sure until he turned towards it, calling out towards them in warning.

Scroll though your phone getting high off the light

Numb in your chest when you close the blinds

Repose in time

And you tell yourself you're fine

But you sabotage the things you love the most

Camouflage so you can feed the lie that you're composed

This is the voice in your head that says

"You do not want this"

This is the ache that says

"You do not want him"

This is the glimmer of light that you're keeping alive when you tell yourself

@whispersofdeceit