A meeting over spilled miso
Kakashi simply stared at the bag, knees folded close to his face as his knuckles turned concerningly pale from how hard he was clenching his hands in a fist. Pakkun and his pack simply stared at him, till Pakkun startled everyone by breaking the silence when he dragged a paw down his wrinkly face and let out a disgruntled noise.
“It's not that bad boss, just try it on first.”
“...”
A choked whimper muffled through his mask, making Pakkun slump and nudge the bag closer. Shiba got up, curious, and stuck his head in the bag. Popping back up with a sleeveless black turtleneck, dark gray pants, and what looked to be a white medical mask in his mouth. Kakashi had only worn one of those when he was stuck in the hospital and he couldn't wear his other clothed mask, since it was attached to his shirt that was at the moment torn to shreds and covered in dried blood. Shiba dropped the clothes in front of Kakashi, who only groaned as he toyed with the corner material of the pants. Shiba quietly let out muffled laughter, turning and sticking his head back in the bag to come out with a pale red scarf. Kakashi raised a brow, which Pakkun only responded in the corner with a shrug.
“You need to change, you can't stay in those clothes forever.”
“...”
“Just change, you reek for Kami’s sake!”
Pakkun stalked up, grabbing the clothes and forcing them onto Kakashi's lap. The small nudges he gave slowly became nips, which Kakashi responded to with puppy-like whimpers and mumbles complaining how “you're not my parent” and other nonsense. He grabbed the clothes and stalked inside, leaving Pakkun and the others sitting under a tree waiting expectantly.
Kakashi stalked back out, his arms folded in front of his chest as they inspected him up and down. They gave a satisfied nod, glancing around among themselves.
“Told you it would fit the boss”
“Hmph, that's just because it looks like what the boss wears under his Jounin vest. And I never said it would look bad!” Someone squawked, lost in the overlapping of all the other comments that rambled on about his outfit.
He dismissed his ninken, the group dispelling with a ‘poof’. He went back in the house, grabbing his bag. It was a simple sling bag, black with green bordering the edges. It held his supplies, but it still had some room in it so he decided that he could go and gather more supplies while he was here.
He jumped into the trees above, finding comfort in the familiar terrain as he leapt through with ease. He sighed as he approached the shops he saw days earlier, jumping down and slipping into the crowd. It was quite infuriating to do so, he stuck out like a sore thumb with his light colored hair. Brushing away the thought, he needed some money, or whatever they used as currency. So he did what anyone else would do in a situation like this.
He pickpocketed.
Of course he only stole from rich snobs that looked like they didn't even need the money anyways. So really, he was doing more good than bad. With that in mind, he continued. He was surprised they haven't been caught yet, but he was satisfied with ignoring the fact and just finding satisfaction in his own wallet growing thicker every minute.
Eventually his wallet was a decent size that could fit his needs, so he stopped with the pickpocketing. Heading into some shops, some for food that wouldn’t spoil since he didn’t have a running fridge, and some for tools to work on the house, it was still run down and looked quite displeasing to the eye. His goal was to make it look similar to the hatake compound, yet a much smaller version. He was past his fathers death, he’d forgiven him. So the sight of the compound didn’t at all displease him, it was in all actually appealing, really.
He walked out of the store with his backpack full, and a small bag carried on his shoulder since it couldn’t fit everything. But it was no bother to him as he carried himself around the crowd, till he caught the sight of a restaurant. The menu was splayed on a window, eggplant miso with broiled saury. He never did get tired of it.
So there he was, sitting at a table right outside the restaurant, bowl in one hand and chopsticks in another. It was relatively quiet, surprisingly. He took in the smell of the saury, his mouth watering. You couldn’t blame him, the last thing he ate was a ration bar, those nasty things. He set his chopsticks on his bowl, his hand reaching up for his mask to pull down since there was no one he could hear. But then, he was rudely tackled to the ground, landing with a loud thud. His eyes startled open, and the only thing he could see was pink hair—it reminded him of sakura for a moment. Weird.
His eye twitched, hidden behind some dark sunglasses he had accidentally grabbed instead of a wallet since it would be weird to just have both your eyes closed in plain sight while walking—yet it couldn’t hide his clear discomfort. Right when he was about to make a rude comment, he was again interrupted when it seemed the pink-haired finally noticed he wasn’t who he thought he was.
The kid that tackled him squeaked, jumping back up with beads of sweat forming on the back of his neck. He apologized, rambling about another light haired person he couldn’t really care about at the moment and more apologies.
He was hardly able to make out a word, but got the message. Sitting up, his eyes glanced up and down, taking in his supposed attacker.
He simply grabbed the bowl next to him that he could see was now empty, he squinted, the soup splattered all over on the hard concrete patio. Thank Kami it didn't get on his clothes, he had to admit, Pakkun and the others might have better fashion taste than him. Though you can't blame him, he was used to wearing his uniform, he didn't have any other clothes in his wardrobe except for his Sukea disguise. So all in all, going shopping for more clothes was only a distant thought—for Pakkun to do of course. Even if he was a dog that only wore the same blue vest everyday.
“Maa~” he drawled, waving a hand. “Its fine, no worries, it didn't get on my clothes or anything.” He placed the bowl back on the table, staring at the splattered soup with a small pout before looking back up to the stranger.
They were awkwardly rubbing their neck, short pink hair with dark blue clothes to accompany it. It didn’t look half bad.
Kakashi used the table to heave himself up, placing a hand on his chin, pondering. With another sigh he disposed of the bowl, not caring to go get another order of miso. He had things to do anyways, he wanted to start his repairs soon, or at least make a blueprint of what he wanted to do. Maybe take down a few walls, he also had to fix the electrical system—
Before he could get carried away with his thoughts, the stranger–who he’d yet to get their name–interrupted him.
“I'm so sorry again sir.”
“Kakashi, and no need for the apologies.” he couldn’t help but find interest in the boy, seeing his chakra flow was so much different than his own. Sure, he could sense it, but it's much easier to see how much stronger the energy was up close like this, but it was murkier–like mud compared to water.
“Unfortunately, i'm quite busy, maybe we will see each other again another time.” He waved, his eyes crinkling into small little crecents as he quickly grabbed his bag and walked out the gate of the patio before the boy could respond.. A sigh—he didn't even enjoy his miso, what a waste of money. Though…
That boy did remind him of someone…
He made his way to the border of the forest, leaping up into the trees that lead to his temporary home. His head started to throb, internally cursing, he ignored it. Though it only got worse, his vision blurring. He stopped on a branch, using his hand as support to lean against the tough bark. ‘Chakra exhaustion?’ He wondered, he’d only been using both Sharingan for less than 5 minutes. He felt his muscles start to give out, and he started to sway. Tripping over a ridge in the branch, he stumbled into a fall.
“Well shit” Was his last thought, before everything went black. Unknowingly being sucked into a familiar looking portal.
That bag he was holding probably fell into a bush or something. Oh well.