Why don’t you stand up, be a man about it? Fight with your bare hands about it, now. I never wanted to say this. You never wanted to stay. I put my faith in you, so much faith, and then you just threw it away.

Today was supposed to be a happy day. All three of them had passed the Chuunin Exam and he had gone home to tell his father so they could go out and celebrate with his team. He had been prepared for a hug and some kind words, hoping that his passing the exam might help cheer up his father after the depression he was cast into after failing his last mission. What he had not been prepared for was for his father to apologize profusely before sticking a katana into his stomach and killing himself in front of his son’s eyes.

He didn’t know how long he had been laying there, his father’s blood seeping into his clothes and tears streaming down his face. He was finally snapped out of his revere when a female voice reached his ears, quietly at first then becoming increasingly louder as she got closer.

“Dog breath! You there? Are you coming or what? Dog Breath? KAKASHI!!!

She opened the door to his house, and was about to scream his name once more until she saw him sitting on his knees, clutching his head in his hands, trying to stop the tears that were falling from his eyes. She stared wide-eyed at the older silver-haired man before rushing to her friend’s side, not knowing what to do. After a few failed attempts to pull him away from his father’s body, she ran out the door screaming for Minato-sensei.

Soon she came back, Minato-sensei at her heels and he picked up the smaller boy and took him away, after telling his female prodigy to alert Hokage-sama of what had happened. She took off as fast as she can, shock and fear still running through her body, as their sensei started walking away from the house, taking him somewhere else to get cleaned up.

A few days later, Kakashi was still in the same state; minus the tears. He lay in bed, staring at a spot on the wall. His team had stayed there at their sensei’s house trying to help in any way they could. But they were at a loss for what to do because the boy would not eat nor speak.

It was mid-afternoon and Hitomi sat at his bedside, peeling him an apple and trying to get him to talk to her. “Come on, Kakashi. Cheer up. I know what happened really hurt you, but you can’t keep going on like this. You need to eat. At least talk to me. I’m your friend remember? I’m trying to help, but I can’t unless you talk to me.”

She hadn’t been able to stop what happened next. Something in her words had made him snap, and all of his pent up emotions came bursting out, releasing his anger on her.

“Cheer up? Cheer up?! How can I possibly cheer up?  I saw my father kill himself! How am I supposed to cheer up? How are you supposed to help me when you live in your carefree little world of happiness and joy? You don’t know what its like to see something like that; you don’t know what its like to be in pain like this.” His breathing was harsh and heavy, and Hitomi sat by him, letting him vent his frustration like he needed to. Even though his words hurt, she knew that once he had his head cleared he would apologize to her.

“Who said I wanted you as my friend anyway? Why would I want a spoiled little girl who’s ignorant of the feelings of others to be my friend? I don’t need you! I don’t need anybody.” She turned her head away, not wanting him to see how much his words were hurting her.

“Get out.”

Her head snapped around to look at him, shock and hurt shining in her eyes. “What?” His eyes were narrowed at her and there was an intense fire burning in them. “You’re just making me angrier, and I can’t stand to be around someone like you. So, GET OUT!”