Tw: blood and depressive activity
Sakumo falls to the ground, violently coughing up bright red blood — he’s been stabbed by Sasori and the blade was still in his chest almost as it was stuck.
“T-tell my son I loved him….I know I am not going to make it out of this one….”
@__CursedPuppet And he made his move by throwing a few kunai in his direction, he was testing something out
“We will let fate decided! Because i am not giving up!”
@__CursedPuppet Sliding out his sword he stood in battle stance, this was the child those parents he killed, looks like he needs to take him out to.
“As a leaf shinobi it will be you who will be erased from this world!”
@fluffyhairninja “Here let me take this cold one out and heat you up a fresh and warm bowl”
He gets up and takes the cold bowls of miso out, no way he could let his son eat cold food.
He cooks dinner and places a served up plate in front of a picture of his son
Then sits the opposite side.
“Thank you for you meal! now eat up Kakashi, it’s your favourite miso soup….eat it before it gets cold…..”
@fluffyhairninja A tear ran down his cheek; which was true he lost his wife soon after his son was born, he had to do everything himself- he had some help from Duy of course.
“Talking of dishes…I’ve made your favourite miso soup if you’d like to have some with me?”
@fluffyhairninja He of course hugs his boy back, it’s been years since he last hugged his son or even have a conversation…the last time was when his son was 18.
“I should be the one apologising for being to over protective father, but you know your mother would of took that role….”
@fluffyhairninja He recognised that voice…but it couldn’t be his son, could it? He slowly turns around gasping in shock
“K…Kakashi? My boy…what are you doing here? I thought you said you’d never return or talk to me again”