| [Jun. 5th, 2009|04:16 am] |
"ANBU needed people, after the Fox," Kakashi echoed. "And I was suited to it."
Fifteen and grief-stricken and finally, truly alone in the world--which almost made him the perfect candidate. ANBU liked people whose only tie to home came from loyalty and memories and a brand new scarlet seal; it was easier to wear the mask without having to come home to a family who'd be ashamed of what you did behind it.
And Minato hadn't exactly been around to drag him out by the hair.
"'sides," he murmured, as sleep settled heavily on his shoulders and started to pull him down, "what else was I gonna do...?"
Advise you when you're the Hokage, right?
He was twenty years old and living on time so borrowed it was broken. Ginta was two years older, shattered from the hips down, and making plans too rusted to be pipe dreams. But Kakashi didn't have the heart to call him on it.
Besides, he thought, as he slipped under, Ginta already knew. |
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