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sunshineverse2014-07-13 11:58 pm
scarecrowboy) wrote in sunshineverse2014-07-13 11:58 pm
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[Closed] Hokage-keeping.
Who: Kakashi Hatake & Obito Uchiha.
When: July 13, 3 AM.
Where: The Hokage Estate.
What: Kakashi comes home from his recent mission and decides to be a creepy, protective mama bird to his friend.
The morning was a pale one; the moon sat high across dark rooftops providing just enough light to illuminate the village paths. Not that Kakashi needed the help given the amount of times he'd made the journey, but the aesthetic was appreciated. The air was still and calm, and as Kakashi stepped across the threshold of the village he was greeted with the comfortable silence of knowing that everyone and everything was where it should be.
It was much too early to hand in his report, and any responsible shinobi would know to respect that etiquette and wait till morning to add to The Hokage's workload.
Kakashi, however, was not a responsible shinobi.
He seemed to move on auto pilot, stopping only when he found himself leaning in the doorway of The Hokage Estate. The way he saw it, this visit saved them both the inevitable scolding when he was predictably late the following day... and if he could use these few collected moments to slyly check his friend wasn't falling apart, well that was a bonus. The only other place Kakashi could go was home, and there was nothing in those four walls that could keep him occupied through his adrenalin kick and the slow burn of chakra drain settling at the pit of his ribs.
It had been three days since his last incognito check up with Obito. On that particular occasion he'd loitered around a corner shielded by his book, with all senses alert to the other man standing a few feet away. He took in every aspect of his physique, watching critically for any sign that everything might not be alright, and left only when he was satisfied that an intervention would not be required.
As of yet he hadn't been caught - and didn't intend to change that any time soon - so it was with careful feet that he approached the house and easily let himself inside.
When: July 13, 3 AM.
Where: The Hokage Estate.
What: Kakashi comes home from his recent mission and decides to be a creepy, protective mama bird to his friend.
The morning was a pale one; the moon sat high across dark rooftops providing just enough light to illuminate the village paths. Not that Kakashi needed the help given the amount of times he'd made the journey, but the aesthetic was appreciated. The air was still and calm, and as Kakashi stepped across the threshold of the village he was greeted with the comfortable silence of knowing that everyone and everything was where it should be.
It was much too early to hand in his report, and any responsible shinobi would know to respect that etiquette and wait till morning to add to The Hokage's workload.
Kakashi, however, was not a responsible shinobi.
He seemed to move on auto pilot, stopping only when he found himself leaning in the doorway of The Hokage Estate. The way he saw it, this visit saved them both the inevitable scolding when he was predictably late the following day... and if he could use these few collected moments to slyly check his friend wasn't falling apart, well that was a bonus. The only other place Kakashi could go was home, and there was nothing in those four walls that could keep him occupied through his adrenalin kick and the slow burn of chakra drain settling at the pit of his ribs.
It had been three days since his last incognito check up with Obito. On that particular occasion he'd loitered around a corner shielded by his book, with all senses alert to the other man standing a few feet away. He took in every aspect of his physique, watching critically for any sign that everything might not be alright, and left only when he was satisfied that an intervention would not be required.
As of yet he hadn't been caught - and didn't intend to change that any time soon - so it was with careful feet that he approached the house and easily let himself inside.