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The quiet bathroom was so dim that everything one looked at had a hazy beauty. Only the sound of running water and subtle breathing made it clear that time was still passing. There was a tall young man sitting in the bathtub.
Even in the darkness, his skin was white and glowing, with that paper-white frailty. His hair and forehead melted together without any boundary, and everything looked lifelessly white.
The young man leaned quietly on the cold tiles, motionless.
The water in the bathtub was still warm, but it could not warm a person who had lost his soul. A skinny hand lay helplessly in the turbid water. Blood leaked from the arteries, and the continuous flow of water repeated the cycle of pollution and sparseness.
The pale young man's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and his breathing was close to nothingness. He kept sinking into a cold dream, which was empty and dead, but he felt extremely relieved because he would be freed.
There would no longer be any brown-haired girl begging for his life.
There would no longer be a hedgehog-headed man questioning his heart.
There would be no more...
"Damn it! You idiot Kakashi committed suicide again!" A strange man wearing a mask and purple robe walked out of the vortex in the trembling space. His only exposed eyes burned with anger.
He desperately wanted to beat up that inconvenient bastard, but no matter how tight his fist was, it couldn't land on that poor creature.
Obito was so angry that he didn't know when this bastard genius became addicted to suicide. His motto became "The weather is great today, come and commit suicide!" It made people wonder if he had been brainwashed. If Yamanaka Inojin's dad were not very an expert in Memory Search Ninjutsu, he himself would have used his Sharingan to interrogate this imposter first.
Therefore, he couldn't let go of this idiot and rushed to the rescue once he committed suicide. Otherwise, this imposter might rot in some cold corner. Thinking of that possibility, Obito felt his heart throb as if someone had squeezed it.
Pulling the person into his arms, he used the most advanced medical ninjutsu to treat the vein-cut wound. Obito frowned and cursed fiercely: "You bastard, do you even want to cut an artery?"
The hideous wound healed quickly, and only the mottled blood scab reminded of the wound on the wrist.
With his heavy heart quietly deflated, Obito exhaled in relief, wiped Kakashi dry, and carried him to the bed. He frantically said to Kakashi who would not respond: "If you dare to commit suicide again, I won't care about you! You can rot in any corner!"
Even though he said the same thing a thousand times, Obito just couldn't let it go.
The eyelashes of the sleeping young man trembled slightly, as if he would wake up at any time. Obito, who was so frightened that his nerves were tense, walked back to the Kamui space like a hamster. Then he realized it was just a false alarm, wiped a cold sweat on his face, and peeped with a more vigilant attitude than he had a few seconds ago.
"Kakashi is so white and skinny! He's so skinny." Obito complained disdainfully, even though Kakashi like that had an unclear morbid beauty.
With only a head emerging, Obito continued his mission of spying on Kakashi with a righteous look on his face, drooling over the beauty that did not exist.
His skinny but muscular body was covered with bandages everywhere. His skin color was the same white as the medicinal bandages, making him more like an exquisite puppet than a human being.
"Tsk, you are really not alone." Obito smiled and played a clumsy word game. He entertained himself like this no matter when Kakashi was sleeping or awake, regardless of whether he looked like a fool or not.
Obito lightly floated his fingers on Kakashi's lips, tracing the beautiful outline over and over again as if he would never get tired of it. He liked Kakashi's face under the mask, the beautiful scenery that only he could see, and it belonged only to him...
Obito covered his mask nervously and grinned an exaggerated smile: "Oh, is this really a Satyrs? It's annoying. I obviously like Lin's face the most."
The clown who deceived himself and others also closed his eyes to his heart today.
Among Kakashi's pure white body, only his lips were the only bright color. All the blood in his body seemed to be concentrated on his lips, which were so red that they were alluring and dazzling. Obito stopped his face a finger's distance from Kakashi's lips and gently brought his soft lips to the face that had just taken off the mask, letting his lips kiss only the intact side.
"What am I doing!" Obito cursed in a low voice, afraid of waking Kakashi, even though he knew that the man was in a deep coma.
After that, Obito sat silently on the edge of Kakashi's bed, glancing over and over at the naked and lean upper body, which was covered with various scars, some cut by himself and left by enemies. These scars were strangely scattered. It formed a rune full of ritual feeling.
"Why did you commit suicide?" Obito left such an idiotic question that would never get a response before leaving. The reasons for suicide are all kinds of strange, but generally speaking, they are all decisions made out of despair.
Kakashi, did our death make you despair that much?
So will you be a little happier in Infinite Tsukuyomi?
"Obito..." Kakashi muttered unconsciously. He had a sweet dream about Minato's class for a long time. There was no blood-vomiting face of Lin, no Obito's questioning, and no teacher and master's wife being stabbed by Kyuubi.
Everyone was simply practicing at the training ground. Obito was so ridiculed by him that he jumped up and down, while Rin and Minato-sensei were talking to each other on the side.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar ceiling again. This time he woke up in the bedroom again... He obviously cut his wrists in the bathroom before falling into a coma. Kakashi spread his hands and said helplessly: "This suicide failed again. It's really disappointing."
This was the third year since he had discovered the existence of stk. He had ignored it before because he was too immersed in the shadows, but now... As a qualified Jounin of Konoha, how could he allow unknown people to run rampant in Konoha? Kakashi thought with a smile.
Opening the door, it was another beautiful day. The warm sun hung in the clear blue sky, and the temperature was comfortable and pleasant. Kakashi, who was supposed to report to the Hokage Tower when he left the Jonin's apartment, couldn't walk when he saw the clear river.
He hammered his left hand with his right hand and decided excitedly: "Since the weather is so good and the river is so beautiful, I'll jump in the river!"
After saying that, he put his hands together and jumped into the river with super strength, causing a splash of water half a meter high. On the other side, someone saw a person committing suicide by jumping into the river. Enthusiastic passers-by who didn't know it was Kakashi, the master of suicide, immediately jumped into the water and rescued the person.
Kakashi, who hung his head sluggishly and allowed passers-by to scold him, had only one thought in his heart: "Yeah, suicide failed again. Wait, am I going to be late again?"
The Third Hokage in the Hokage Tower held the crystal ball hard and was so angry that he was shaking all over. He roared: "Kakashi, are you committing suicide again?!"