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Kakashi’s father has been complaining a lot about three things. He complained about not having seen his only son for months, about his son’s love life, and about his son’s health. Back then, when Kakashi still hadn't passed the age of thirty, Sakumo didn't complain a lot, but recently that is what his father has been doing a lot now.
Months later, he suddenly received an emergency call from his father’s phone. He immediately went for a four-hour drive that day only to see his father, chilling with his neighbors. After seeing that his father was fine, he wanted to go back to work the next day. But instead got a message from his boss to take a paid week off. Thus now, Kakashi was stuck at his father’s home and decided to clean the house for his week-long unplanned vacation.
He was busy cleaning the top shelf in his father’s living room when a paper fell on top of him. Curious, he picked up the paper, only to have him very confused about what he read.
Silver eyes stared confusedly at a paper in his hands, repeatedly reading his name scribbled on a piece of paper. Just that it wasn’t just some paper; it was a marriage contract with his name and some scribble of a signature that was made by a kid. Next to his name was his old childhood friend's name. His best friend that he hadn't seen since thirty years ago.
His eyes were still on the marriage contract when he heard his father’s voice behind him.
“Oh, so that’s where it has been,” the older man exclaimed, grabbing the paper from his son’s hands.
“Why do you have that?” he asked, turning around and staring at his father with a tired look, hoping it was not what he thought it was.
“What do you mean?” The older man smiled, dusting the marriage contract in his hand gently.
“That marriage contract. Why do you have that? The paper looks real and even has your stamp on it”
“Well, if it’s real, it wouldn’t be here misplaced anywhere, wouldn’t it?”
“I guess, but why are my name and Obito's name written there?”
“Oh that. You asked me to write your names” Sakumo responded nonchalantly, folding the paper carefully and securing them in his wallet. “Remember our neighbor Tanaka? She told me that you demanded an unfilled marriage contract in her office, and not just some paper, but a real marriage contract.
Sakumo sat down on a couch, grinning at his son. “Then when you arrived home, you asked me to write your name and Obito's name on it.” As if remembering something, he grabbed his wallet, took out the paper, and unfolded it to show Kakashi’s messy signature. “See here, you tried to sign your name, but your hand was shaking a lot, so you asked me to do it.
Kakashi rolled his eyes, staring at his father, who was busy adoring the messy signature. “And how old was I then?”
Sakumo turned his attention back to his son. “You were three, I think. And Obito was five. You adored Obito a lot back then. I was starting to get worried if you love Obito more than me"
Kakashi laughed sarcastically, remembering how he hated their neighbor's snotty and dirty child. “Funny Dad, as far as I can remember, I always complained about him.”
Sakumo chuckled, pocketing the contract again into his wallet. “That you did. Almost every day,” he responded, staring at his son teasingly.
Kakashi could feel his cheeks heating; he scoffed, arranged his mask, and went back to his cleaning.
TBC