Kakashi's mind whirled, caught in the vortex of swirling thoughts that engulfed him following his conversation with Tanya. What did she mean by her cryptic words? He strode purposefully, determined to unravel the events of the previous night.How will you do it? I don’t know, but I know I will. If I can have my body dodge things without even knowing, then I should be able to remember things I have done, and last night is a pretty favorable time frame. Yeah? But then…but then nothing! I can find out and I will… Kakashi stared into the mirror, reflecting his thoughts in a determined moment to find answers. He swung the door open, leaving his room for somewhere, anywhere. “Hey, what are you doing here?” Kakashi came to a halt in his descent down the staircase.“People seem to care a lot about me now. I do not have any likeness for such popularity in the public eye,” Suke responded, he rested one hand on the edge. Kakashi jumped each stair toward Suke, “What did you think was going to h

The door crashed into its walls, forcing the sleepy eyes of Kakashi wide open. “What is going on?” he whispered, stifling his yawn. “Why do you look like that?” Kakashi bent his head, what does he mean? His face frowned into a quizzical gaze. “What do you mean? And why are you in my room so early?” Daichi fell into Jay’s bed, “I know you don’t read. Why is that book open?” “What makes you think I don’t read? And again, what are you doing here? What time is it?” He sent his belongings flying and crashing on the floor, where is this darn watch? “It is not early but you definitely look like you need some sleep, and don’t even think of using the open book as an excuse for your tired looks.” Well, I can’t tell him what I heard now, can I? “What?” Kakashi hesitated. “What?” “You look like you have something to say. What is it?” Daichi squinted his eyes, fixing his questioning gaze at Kakashi. Kakashi’s lashes flapped, his words were held back. “Um… I--I didn’t have anything to sa

"Okay… I need to talk to you, and I can't do that here." Oz replied, looking around. "Why? You think I have done something wrong too?" Oz's face scrunched up, "What?" "What do you want to talk to me about?" "Like I said, we can't do it here, follow me." Oz walked ahead. Kakashi stared into the back of Oz's head. Oz glanced back. "Hey!" He called out to Kakashi, "Let us go, come on." It can't be any worse. Kakashi marched behind Oz to an open chamber. The quickness of his steps faded as he entered. The huge shelf that stored books was hard not to see. "Where is this?" "My room. Well, for now." Kakashi frowned. "I need to tell you something, it is very important. I thi—I think Master Yonda, has made a grave mistake. A mistake that might bring the end of the world.""What do you mean?" Kakashi's heart beat faster, is he going to talk about the demon? Perked up, his ears itched for more reason to Oz's concern. "The demon…" Oh, no. "Are you listening?" Kakashi moved back. "What

Kakashi jerked awake, gasping for air. His sheets soaked with sweat. He shut his eyes to trap the latest vision he had. His door banged, he jumped. Stooping, he peeked through but the once shining sunlight had faded into a burnt orange setting. "Are you going to keep me outside here or you will let me in? Kakashi!" Kakashi rushed to the door, another bang on his door is something he didn't long for. "Yes? Why are you banging on the door like that?" Kakashi walked away from the opened door. He sat on his bed, his legs clapped together. He tilted his head, fixating his gaze on Suke. Suke remained in his standing position, unmoved, staring at Kakashi. "Okay… are you going to tell me why you have been banging on my door?" "You haven't been coming to training." Suke paced around. Kakashi followed Suke with his eyes. What does he mean by that? There must be something else troubling him for him to ask that question…Suke halted, glancing over his shoulder back at Kakashi. "It wasn't a que

"Finally." The night dragged on. Kakashi got off his bed, grabbing his jacket from the makeshift cloth hanger. He walked out of the room, covering long distances with few steps. He rushed down the staircase. The environment was bright enough for him to see, but dark enough not to see far away. It was a blend of night and day, a blur of dreams and reality."Phew…" Kakashi sent a gentle knock against the wall of wood moulded before him."Who is that?" Jiro grunted. Kakashi moved a step back, a sharp exhale escaped his lips. A chair scraped the floor noisily. Jiro's footsteps delayed, "Who is that?" Kakashi could tell he was closer to the door."Kakashi. Jiro? Please, open up." The door creaked slightly open. Jiro's face peered through the crevice, he squinted his eyes searching around for company."I'm alone.""Hm," Jiro grunted. He stepped back, pulling the door closer to himself. Kakashi walked into his room. Fire burned excitedly by his table. "What are you reading?" Kakashi strolle