[Fic] Solution
Title: Solution
Summary: Kakashi's figured it all out. The perfect solution.
Warnings: violent imagery, safe for work.
Oh man. Something I wrote by myself. Just an idea in my head that I decided to actually pay attention to.
He knew what Minato was planning. He had seen the scroll lying out on his former sensei's desk. Just an ancient piece of fading paper, crumbling at the edges, the kanji and kana just smears across the page than words, or concepts. Kakashi's hand shook a little as he traced the final seal inscribed there, the delicate paper almost crumbling under his finger.
His countenance did not change as Minato walked in, just wore the same, blank expression as he dry swallowed another soldier pill (third in two hours? Maybe, maybe not, there was still so many left in his pack, it had to be fine.) His hand dragged across his mask, leaving a little smear of soot, the ash of burnt bone. The tape over one finger loose, revealing only half a nail, torn ragged, pulpy red-purple.
"Ready to go out again?" Minato asked, and a flash of fire illuminated his face for just a moment, harsh planes and angles, exhausted blue.
Kakashi took another pill.
~*~
Kakashi had his own plan now and just kept close to Minato, his eyes sharp on his sensei, even as they raced up and down the length of the village; Konoha was hemorrhaging, and like blood in the water, it attracted circling sharks. The other villages knew that Konoha was weak, and were sending in their own unmarked nin, hiding among the shadows of fire, of soot, scents masked by fear, measuring the strength the village had left, if its carcass was ripe for picking yet.
Kakashi ignored them all, just Minato's silent, flitting shadow, never letting the the man out of his sight.
Soon now. I know you sensei. Soon.
~*~
When it finally happened, Kakashi was almost too late. Mostly he had overestimated his own abilities in the face of the the raw power of the kyuubi. But he had raced forward, to the small golden figure standing straight in front of that screaming madness.
Madness? I live in madness, in fire in pain in death, this is my domain, you sonuvabitch. Kakashi ignored the burning hot tendrils of power, just rushed headlong, madly, screaming the words, power rolling off his lips, off his hands, as he transported the both of them, (the three of them, the bundle in Min's arms, of course of course, of course...) into deep forest, miles away.
Kakashi brought his arms in close, uniform charred, flaking away, revealing blistered skin. He was so cold now, no fire. Just as he twisted to the side, reaching to his pack for another pill he was caught by Minato's blow landing square on his jaw, snapping his head back. Kakashi crumpled to his knees, looking up, vision spinning for a moment, as Minato arranged his son a little more carefully in his arm. The handsome face was twisted, he could see that much, tears running down golden cheeks.
"What are you doing, Kakashi? Where the hell are we?" Minato's voice rang out through the forest, raw, and desperate.
"Saving you." Kakashi replied distantly, getting up finally, swallowing his pill. "I saw your scroll. Knew what you're going to do. And it's not an option."
"The hell it is!" Minato snarled back frantically, too worried to even care that Kakashi knew his plan, "Kakashi, take me back."
"No." Kakashi was calm, voice brittle and frozen as frost crisping blades of grass. "Not letting you Minato."
"This is more than me! This is the village-"
"Fuck the village." Kakashi said, blue-grey eye staring up at Minato from through a dark socket.
"How you can even-"
"It needs to burn." Kakashi continued on, as if Minato had not even spoken. "To be destroyed, razed to the ground, torn apart. Cleansed by fire. We can start fresh."
"Kakashi." Minato took a deep breath, reaching out to touch Kakashi's arm, "Kakashi, you've been taking too many pills, you're not thinking straight."
Kakashi was shoving Minato back and screaming, before he even knew what he doing. "I was trying to save you! The village isn't worth shit. All it does is sends out its puppets, it dolls, its broken murderers and children to do its bidding. It chews us up, and spits us out, rewards ruthlessness, kills kindness, humanity. It gives us names in stone, and thinks we'll be okay. It gives us guts spilled out on a courtyard, and expects us to limp along." Kakashi was shaking, sucking in breath after breath, chest rattling.
Minato just looked at him, blue eyes clear, sad, disappointed. Kakashi could see his reflection in those mirror bright eyes and just wanted to hide.
"Sensei," he reached out for Minato, who took a step back, letting Kakashi's twitching fingers fall flat.
"I'm sorry that I failed you, Kakashi." Minato said, soft now, in control now. He took a step closer to Kakashi, out of his own volition, leaning in, pressing a kiss to his forehead. One last lingering touch to Kakashi's to cold cheek and he was gone, rushing off, just like his nickname, just a flash, and then he was gone.
Kakashi fell back, a puppet with its strings cut, twitching and shaking on the leaf litter of the forest floor. He stared up, a patch of sky visible through the thick foliage, the starlight soft and gentle on his face as the tears rolled down, thick hot and bitter.
Summary: Kakashi's figured it all out. The perfect solution.
Warnings: violent imagery, safe for work.
Oh man. Something I wrote by myself. Just an idea in my head that I decided to actually pay attention to.
He knew what Minato was planning. He had seen the scroll lying out on his former sensei's desk. Just an ancient piece of fading paper, crumbling at the edges, the kanji and kana just smears across the page than words, or concepts. Kakashi's hand shook a little as he traced the final seal inscribed there, the delicate paper almost crumbling under his finger.
His countenance did not change as Minato walked in, just wore the same, blank expression as he dry swallowed another soldier pill (third in two hours? Maybe, maybe not, there was still so many left in his pack, it had to be fine.) His hand dragged across his mask, leaving a little smear of soot, the ash of burnt bone. The tape over one finger loose, revealing only half a nail, torn ragged, pulpy red-purple.
"Ready to go out again?" Minato asked, and a flash of fire illuminated his face for just a moment, harsh planes and angles, exhausted blue.
Kakashi took another pill.
~*~
Kakashi had his own plan now and just kept close to Minato, his eyes sharp on his sensei, even as they raced up and down the length of the village; Konoha was hemorrhaging, and like blood in the water, it attracted circling sharks. The other villages knew that Konoha was weak, and were sending in their own unmarked nin, hiding among the shadows of fire, of soot, scents masked by fear, measuring the strength the village had left, if its carcass was ripe for picking yet.
Kakashi ignored them all, just Minato's silent, flitting shadow, never letting the the man out of his sight.
Soon now. I know you sensei. Soon.
~*~
When it finally happened, Kakashi was almost too late. Mostly he had overestimated his own abilities in the face of the the raw power of the kyuubi. But he had raced forward, to the small golden figure standing straight in front of that screaming madness.
Madness? I live in madness, in fire in pain in death, this is my domain, you sonuvabitch. Kakashi ignored the burning hot tendrils of power, just rushed headlong, madly, screaming the words, power rolling off his lips, off his hands, as he transported the both of them, (the three of them, the bundle in Min's arms, of course of course, of course...) into deep forest, miles away.
Kakashi brought his arms in close, uniform charred, flaking away, revealing blistered skin. He was so cold now, no fire. Just as he twisted to the side, reaching to his pack for another pill he was caught by Minato's blow landing square on his jaw, snapping his head back. Kakashi crumpled to his knees, looking up, vision spinning for a moment, as Minato arranged his son a little more carefully in his arm. The handsome face was twisted, he could see that much, tears running down golden cheeks.
"What are you doing, Kakashi? Where the hell are we?" Minato's voice rang out through the forest, raw, and desperate.
"Saving you." Kakashi replied distantly, getting up finally, swallowing his pill. "I saw your scroll. Knew what you're going to do. And it's not an option."
"The hell it is!" Minato snarled back frantically, too worried to even care that Kakashi knew his plan, "Kakashi, take me back."
"No." Kakashi was calm, voice brittle and frozen as frost crisping blades of grass. "Not letting you Minato."
"This is more than me! This is the village-"
"Fuck the village." Kakashi said, blue-grey eye staring up at Minato from through a dark socket.
"How you can even-"
"It needs to burn." Kakashi continued on, as if Minato had not even spoken. "To be destroyed, razed to the ground, torn apart. Cleansed by fire. We can start fresh."
"Kakashi." Minato took a deep breath, reaching out to touch Kakashi's arm, "Kakashi, you've been taking too many pills, you're not thinking straight."
Kakashi was shoving Minato back and screaming, before he even knew what he doing. "I was trying to save you! The village isn't worth shit. All it does is sends out its puppets, it dolls, its broken murderers and children to do its bidding. It chews us up, and spits us out, rewards ruthlessness, kills kindness, humanity. It gives us names in stone, and thinks we'll be okay. It gives us guts spilled out on a courtyard, and expects us to limp along." Kakashi was shaking, sucking in breath after breath, chest rattling.
Minato just looked at him, blue eyes clear, sad, disappointed. Kakashi could see his reflection in those mirror bright eyes and just wanted to hide.
"Sensei," he reached out for Minato, who took a step back, letting Kakashi's twitching fingers fall flat.
"I'm sorry that I failed you, Kakashi." Minato said, soft now, in control now. He took a step closer to Kakashi, out of his own volition, leaning in, pressing a kiss to his forehead. One last lingering touch to Kakashi's to cold cheek and he was gone, rushing off, just like his nickname, just a flash, and then he was gone.
Kakashi fell back, a puppet with its strings cut, twitching and shaking on the leaf litter of the forest floor. He stared up, a patch of sky visible through the thick foliage, the starlight soft and gentle on his face as the tears rolled down, thick hot and bitter.