| Take Me Back to the Start |
[Jun. 29th, 2013|02:46 pm] |
[Takes place Yondaime Year 5, April 17th, in the early morning after Run, Rabbit, Run.]
A hospital was a good place to reflect on your shortcomings.
Of course, with a little practice, anywhere could serve as a place to yank your flaws out, sharpen up the edges, and stab yourself with them—repeatedly, for preference, until you’d finished bleeding incompetence over the floor and could actually stand your own company again.
Not that Kakashi had that kind of problem.
Or difficulty looking at himself in the private bathroom’s tiny, depressing mirror.
He washed his hands, careful not to wet the edges of the new white bandage wrapped around his wrist, and shoved his hair back from his forehead. It fell forward one spike at a time until it looked exactly the same. He gave up on it.
( Minato-sensei was waiting for him back in the hospital room, backlit by milky dawn light. ) |
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