Cursed - Perspective

“Have you not made him suffer enough, Kakashi?”

“Oh please, stop being dramatic, ahobito -“

“Dramatic?! You nearly killed him-“

“Why no love for the original-“

“Because he is not tainted like you and me!! You just nearly killed him! He’s still alive-! Why should he suffer because you-“

“Uchiha. Don’t you dare pin that blame on me when it is you who cursed him with this fate. “

“..”

“ I am merely trying to save him some trouble.”

“And what about the other? Is it not you who placed the curse on him?”

“I did.”

“……But it was not you alone who cursed mini me.”

“No.”

“Then will you believe that - “

“That you didn’t do it on purpose?“

“No. I never intended for..any of this to happen. “

“………Yes. I do believe you.”

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Kakashi’s eyes flutter open. He blinks groggily and sits up before flinching back at the sight of big wide blue eyes staring into his soul, hitting his head in the process. 

“Oh, you’re up.” The lanky Alpha’s voice swims into his ears,

“Yeah.” Kakashi says dumbly,

“Well, it seems to be you anyway. Now what would you like for dinner?”

“Dinner? I - what time is it?”

“Just a bit past 8pm. “

“I- was I out for two days or something?”

“Nah. Just a few hours.”

Silence falls heavily between them as Kakashi tries to remember something- anything about what had happened in those few hours. His brain did not answer, leaving him in the dark like the asshole it was. Well, if his brain won’t help him he’ll borrow the help of the brain that belonged to a man who should have diabetes by now. With the amount of sugar the man ingested everyday, Kakashi is surprised that his brain even functions properly.

“What exactly happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

Well I wouldn’t be asking if I do, would I, 

“No.”

“I see. Well, simply put-“

The doorbell rings twice, interrupting the answer Kakashi had wanted,

“Ah. That must be the food.”

“You already ordered?” 

“Yeah.”

Then why on earth did you ask my opinion on what I want? 

“Come on, Kakashi.”

Kakashi. It’s been quite some time now since anybody, other than Yugao, has called him by his name. And to be called the same by the weirdo who kidnapped him was even more odd. But Kakashi finds that he felt no need to complain or argue about it. He simply stood, a tad wobbly as he did, and followed the Alpha out of the room.

They take their seats at a table they have never used before. The table was not cluttered, much to Kakashi’s relief. Kakashi sits and watches as the Alpha takes out the food he had bought. The food was simple and nothing grandiose, which Kakashi appreciated. The food is placed on the table and two dishes and chopsticks are also brought out. The two bring a bowl of rice and dishes of their choice closer to them and start eating after a quick prayer. 

He then notices his hand which was neatly bandaged. It was not the bandage he had used in the morning. It was softer and tied properly, unlike his slightly sloppy bandaging. He frowns down at his newly bandaged hand and wonders how he had cut it. 

“Your curse acted up again.“The Alpha says without any preamble. 

Kakashi lowers his chopsticks, hunger and food placed aside by his mind in favour of valuable information. 

“I don’t know what triggered it. I don’t know what its exact cause is. It just happened. And it happened like a sudden explosion of cursed energy but..” The Alpha trails of, blue eyes narrowing behind his black sunglasses,

“But what?” Kakashi prompts,

The Alpha hums, looking back down at his food,

“Nothing important,”

Kakashi hums in disappointment and returns to his food that he no longer found himself interested in. 

“Kakashi.” The Alpha addresses him again after a moment, “Did you feel anything..weird?”

Kakashi frowns, “I guess I lost sense of my surroundings and everything’s just blurry in my memory. “

The Alpha hums a sound that is quite similar to his own hum of disappointment and eats a mouthful of rice.

They eat dinner in silence and return to their rooms. Kakashi closes the curtains of his room and curls up on bed. He glances at the door which was the bathroom. That door would let him reach the sink. That sink was connected to the heater which would heat the water. The water would be hot enough to burn his fingers. His fingers would be beautifully red in the morning if he washes his hands. He sighs and presses his face into his pillow.

Not tonight. 

DON’T Do it..

Don’t….

..just…sleep…

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Lightning sparks around his fingertips, dancing with featherlight movements over his forearm in wild yet graceful fashion. 

He plunges his arm ,that wielded the white electric sparks, into the heart of a faceless man. 

The face shifts,

Obito with half his face crushed-

Obito glares at him, half of his face scarred thanks to the explosion-

“How dare you-“

Rin- bleeding from her mouth and chest, whispering his name- 

Rin stands clutching her hand close to her chest , staring at him with wide, trembling doe like eyes- “Ka-“

‘K-Ka-kashi-“

A thousand birds screech and the life in her eyes die. 

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Kakashi’s eyes shoot open as he lurches forward to sit up. He resists the urge to puke as he gets his bearings again

Breathe.

You killed RIn 

For once the voice in his head was not the hag’s or Yugao’s. It was a voice he had not heard in years. It was a voice he would never forget. A voice which belonged to someone he had once considered family.

No-

Yes. 

Obito’s voice thundered in his head.

I saved them, they -

Were killed because of you- 

I did not kill Rin. I DIDN'T. 

 Or so you think - who knows what you did during one of your little episodes-

Obito’s voice combines with the voice of a dead man he wished to ,but could not, forgive- his father. 

 No. I didn’t- I didn’t 

So you believe - or say- but do you actually think such memories lie??

The voice was now Rin’s.

That was not REAL!  He screams in his head. (He doesn’t know if he does scream it out loud, but even if he did, who would even listen?)

He lifts his hand up and smashes his fist on the table next to his bed. He does so just to clear out his dissipating frustration and anger.

 His hand , instead of hitting the smooth surface of wood, strikes a cup filled with a cold liquid. The strength of his blow shatters the mug. Pieces of ceramic pierce into his healing flesh and draw blood. He hisses in pain and glares down at the shattered mug. From the smell, Kakashi has a feeling that the mug had been filled with coffee. He picks up the larger pieces of the broken ceramic and traces it with his eyes. It was blue in colour and had something written on it. 

He grimaces as he sees the amount of solid sugar sticking to the ceramic. 

The Alpha- Gojo - had made it for him. No other human would use this much sugar for coffee. He found it even more weird to know that Gojo had made him coffee. Was the man feeling pitiful or something? 

He stands from the bed mindful of the ceramic and grabs the small box he had filled with first aid supplies. He sits on a chair and scratches at little piece of ceramic before plucking it out. He plucks them out one by one. 

Once he was convinced that all the shards had been removed, he grabs the antiseptic and gently spreads it over the little cuts on his hands. After that he grabs the gauze and wraps it around his hand. He cuts a piece of tape with a knife that was placed on the table. He secures the gauze around his hand by taping it on three sides. Then he places all his supplies back into his box. As he does he catches sight of his pills. 

He picks a pill up and traces it with his eyes, These were the pills he took to hold off his heat in the service house. He couldn’t afford going into heat every three months thanks to his impulsively violent behaviour. 

So he took these pills because he also loved flirting with death. These pills had massive side effects that most of his colleagues and himself chose to ignore as such was their line of work. 

He snorts and places the pill back inside the box and closes. He doesn’t think he’ll need it- 

Then again, what would he do if he goes into heat? How would this affect his housemate? 

He frowns and then shrugs. The Alpha was the one who brought him here, they’ll deal with the problem when they face it. 

He glances at the clock and grimaces, it was nearly 2 in the afternoon. He frowns, he never sleeps in. What on earth happened to completely change up his sleeping pattern? Hell, he has been surviving with little to no sleep for a long time. How on earth did he manage to sleep for more than twelve hours? 

He sighs, unwilling to wrack his brain to figure out this miracle.

Two unopened takeout boxes sat on the dining table. Kakashi grimaces as he sees them, not wanting to eat the Alpha’s horrible selection of morning or afternoon foods. It was probably something sweet, and Kakashi just murdered that sweet sludge coffee that guy makes, so he probably could not stomach anything sweet. 

He goes into the kitchen and decides to clean up the mess he had made in his room before thinking about eating. He grabs the broom and a random plastic cover. He moves to his room and carefully picks up the larger pieces and then uses the broom to pick the smaller ones. He then walks around the room to check if any pieces still remain. 

Once he was sure that there were none he ties the cover shut and goes to wash his right hand. He was careful enough not to wet his bandaged left hand as he did. He catches sight of his face on the mirror as he closes the tap. He blinked, his hair was no longer long. It was messily cut and reached his chin. He glances at the scissor that was kept in his bathroom. He has cut other girls' hair before, it couldn’t be that hard. 

He snips away at his hair before he can think again or hesitate. He cuts without much thought about how it should look. He cuts, cuts, cuts until the back of his hair only reaches the nape of his neck and the strands in the front reach his ear. Still unsatisfied, he cuts them even more shorter. 

Finally, when he places the scissors aside, his hair has regained its spiky nature. His hair seemed to defy gravity and stand like he had been electrified. But they still seemed soft. Like someone had made it fluffy or something. He smiles. 

He rarely does love something. But this..this he felt proud of, this he could love, perhaps, 

Kakashi shakes his head, shaking away the thought as well. It was just a haircut after all. 

He decides to shower before cleaning up the mess he had mad. He scrubs his body clean with the bar of soap he has been using ever since the day he had arrived here. It had no particular scent which Kakashi appreciated. He also rinses his hair clean with the shampoo placed there. It too had not much of a scent, a small subtle scent was there but it didn’t smell like chemicals, so Kakashi was pleased. 

He collects all his cut hair into a garbage bag and dumps the bag outside with the other bags outside.

“Why hello, you must be the new neighbour.” A female voice spoke as he placed the bag outside. 

If there was one thing Kakshi hated in life, well Kakashi hated many things, but this thing takes the top spot- socialising. 

He was fine with weird people. Theirs are heads he could relate to as he himself was a tad wrong in the head. But socialising with completely sane people? Boy, was he under qualified,

“Young man? Are you alright?”

“Ah sorry, " he says, finally meeting the eyes of his ‘neighbour’ and taking in her appearance. She seemed to be at least a decade his senior. She was nearly as tall as him and had pale green eyes and a tattoo which resembled stitches across her forehead. An odd choice that brought Kakashi some comfort. The woman was definitely weird,

“Yes, I moved in recently.”

“And what about the other boy? Is he your friend?”

“Housemate, actually.”

“Is that so? Well, you should come over to have some food. I can see those takeout boxes. You’re so skinny as well! I practice medicine-“

Warning bells ring in his head as he sees the woman smile, her intent hidden beautifully, like a well crafted lie. A lie he could barely see through.

“Actually, if you could point me in the direction of the grocery store, I’d be rather grateful.”

Somehow, this managed to irritate the woman. Her eyes clearly conveyed the emotion despite her mouth smiling wide. 

“The store is two blocks away, would you like me to -“

“Ah no. I think I can manage the walk on my own. Thank you.”

Kakashi reenters the house and debates whether or not he should go to the grocery store . He did want to eat something that he had cooked. He glances at the phone the Alpha left for him to use. He chews at his bottom lip before grabbing the phone from the table and scrolling  through the list of contacts to see who he could call. He scrolls and scrolls until he finds the single name he recognised.

Ijichi - kun.

He hesitates for just one moment before dialing the number. The number rings but doesn’t get picked up. He sighs and decides to just go to the grocery store.

He knows enough self defence. (He has killed after all)

He leaves the house after putting on his sandals and grabs the money which he found lying on the floor next to his sandals. He tucks it into his wallet which held some of his earnings. The rest of it was tucked away in his bag. He pushes the door open and finds that the woman was nowhere in sight. 

He sighs, perhaps it had merely been his anxiety.

He steps out of the house and takes the stairs. The elevator was not something he was ever using again. He reaches the ground floor and walks out of the apartment doors.

He steps out into the street and wanders around while keeping in mind where he had come from so he won’t get lost. 

A few minutes of wandering later, he finds the grocery shop. A neat and tidy shop with a cashier in the front. He enters the shop and buys some meat, eggs, potatoes, carrots, onions  , eggplants, garlic and a small packet of rice. 

He places all of them on the cashier's desk who quickly bills them and packs them into a bag and sends him on his way. He walks back to the apartment and takes the stairs and reaches his designated floor. 

He dumps all the ingredients on the table and raises his hands to tie his hair - oh. He snorts, shaking his head and goes to grab the kitchen knife. He glances around and frowns, noticing that the sharpest one was missing. 

Odd. 

He settles for the less sharp one which had a few spots of discoloration on it and starts chopping up the vegetables after giving them a quick rinse using the water he had filled the previous day. 

He starts up the stove and decides to make curry and rice. He quickly whips up a base with the ingredients he had. He then starts the stove next to it by igniting it with a matchstick. The rice cooker was out of commission so he placed a vessel filled with water, to cook the rice, on it and returned to the vegetables he was chopping up. Once he was done cutting up the vegetables, he grabbed the rice and put three handfuls of rice into the boiling water and watched as the water settled again because of the addition of a new ingredient into it. 

He glanced at the base which was now looking decent. He adds the ingredients he had bought. The onion first and then the carrots and the potatoes. He adds a little bit of water to let them be cooked in the steam. He closes it with a lid to help the process. 

He then starts dicing the meat. He quickly cuts them into similar pieces and scoops them into a bowl. He rinses his hands before cutting the eggplant and garlic. He places the garlic into a small dish and the eggplant into a larger one. Then he decides to get a bit of cool air. He steps out of the kitchen and collapses on the couch after turning on the fan. The far whirs to life and blesses him with a gust of wind. He rests for a moment, idly wondering about the woman he had met in the morning.

She had been weird, like the bad kind of weird. That was definitely not good. The look on her face had meant something. She had wanted something from him. What could it be that someone like him would have that a random weirdo would desire?

He decides to not think too much about her as that would only cause trouble and he has been pulled into enough trouble by his dear housemate already. Why ask for more? He returns to the kitchen after a few moments. 

After nearly a quarter of an hour, the curry was cooked and ready. He places the pot aside and grabs a pan. He pours a bit of oil onto the pan and adds the garlic into it and then after a few moments, when the oil starts to sizzle, he adds the eggplant as well, making a decent stir fry. 

He then checks the rice - which was nearly done. It ought to be ready soon, he decides, poking a few grains of half cooked rice. He glances at the clock and decides to let it cook for a quarter of an hour more. 

He spent those fifteen minutes reading his book and fifteen minutes only let him read very few pages. His mind was pretty distracted as well (Thanks to Mrs forehead tattoo), which caused him to give up on reading before even ten minutes were up. He walks back into the kitchen and checks the rice again. This time, the rice seemed cooked. 

He drains the excess water into the sink with the help of a lid and cloth. 

After that, he places the take out boxes into the fridge and sets up the cooked dinner on the table. He then hunts for a plate and finds two in the sink. He grabs the chopsticks he had found on his cleaning rampage and sits down to eat. 

He serves himself rice and pours the curry on top of it. He also serves himself a portion of the stir fry and tucks in after a quick prayer. 

It was the best thing he had had in a while, It reminded Kakashi of him. 

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