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Chapter 1

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This time of night Hatake Kakashi wasn't ever home, the house was always silent, except for that leaky faucet he couldn't quite seem to fix. As a detective, he had an unusual schedule. But truth be told, he was glad. To Kakashi the house was nothing more than a place holder (a keepsake, a place to store his memories).

He hated his house, now. He only came here, he realized as he struggled not to drop his bags (paper, because he wanted to help the environment), when he wasn't on a case, or when he didn't have a couple of extra suits hanging in the back of his car.

Like tonight. He needed, desperately, to get some sleep (not that he would get much), throw his suits in the wash, put some in the backseat. And eat a real meal.

And so, here he was. Coat hangers on his wrist, and two in his mouth, as he clutched a bag tightly to his chest, struggling to open the door after he pulled the keys out of the doorknob.

It was cold when he finally got the door open (and Kakashi was sure that he could hear the whispers of ghosts from the past, trying to lull him into a false comfort.), Kakashi felt an involuntary shiver go down his spine as he walked over the threshold, and kicked the door shut harder then was necessary, as he walked into the kitchen.

This was no way to live.

Laying the suits over the counter, with difficulty, Kakashi went to the fridge and pulled it open, setting the bag inside he hesitated, looking back at his suits, one of them (figures it would be his beige one) had grass stains on the knees from where he'd tackled a man, who'd run from them, to the ground. He felt he should tend to that before he unpacked his groceries.

After a small amount of consideration, Kakashi closed the door, leaving the full back in the fridge, and grabbed his suits, heading to the laundry room. He would take a shower after this, and then he'd go ahead and deal with the groceries, and maybe cook himself something to eat.

It didn't take long to get the stains out, not as long as he'd originally thought, and once he was done he stood in the hall, tiredly rubbing the back of his neck. Let the groceries wait, he needed a shower.

Kakashi had only been out of the shower five minutes, just opening the fridge door when the phone rang, he hesitated, thinking about letting the machine pick it up, but finally he turned away from the fridge, and grabbed the phone, refraining from letting out the annoyed sigh he'd inhaled for he said, after a beat, "Hello?"

"Kakashi?" he recognized the voice instantly, and he couldn't help the groan that escaped him as he raised a hand to rub his eyes tiredly,

"Yes?" he couldn't possibly fathom why he was getting a call this late at night from his captains boss. It was a little unnerving, really.

"Listen, I understand this is probably a bad time but... I was calling to inform you that Sarutobi passed this morning. I only just heard about it, and I know you were all rooting for him to pull through, but... I just thought I'd let you know."

Kakashi couldn't breathe (this being a complete dramatization, of course. It merely felt that way to him). And his voice, so flat, and so even, so calm (and so very him), shocked him when he spoke. Softly thanking the man, and slowly hanging his phone up.

Yes, the groceries could wait.

He was going to bed now.

Kakashi went to his room, in an almost dazed state of mind. Climbing into bed he laid there, looking at the ceiling, thinking of his old captain. Sure, the man had been old, but he hadn't expected to lose him. The man was the best captain he'd ever had, and the fact that he'd died after a heart attack seemed so... cheap!

Kakashi was sadder then he'd been in the last couple of years (remembering the death of his best friend, Kakashi mentally cursed himself.).

He closed his eyes, and willed himself to sleep. But still he laid awake for hours. And sleep eluded him still.

The sun rose, and the birds sang, and Kakashi wondered what could be so nice that they had to sing their lovely songs every morning, in the tree outside his window that he refused to cut down.

His alarm rang, and he dragged himself out of bed.

The thought of going to the precinct made him sigh, and suddenly, his house didn't seem so bad.

Kakashi dressed quickly, choosing a three piece black suit, a maroon shirt, and a silk black tie (with a lovely silver tie pin Sarutobi had given him last Christmas). And grabbed a few suits before heading out the door.

As tiring as it would be to work today, Kakashi knew that given the choice he'd head to work, rather then stay home in a house that whispered words of lost love, and broken promises.

Yes, he hated his house.

This is a new version of my fic 'Ain't that a kick in the head'. It is completely different.
In my opinion... this will be better then the first version.
AU of... an AU O.o
Will be Gai/Kaka
Likely will contain several OCs (...VERY likely).

Character bashing/violence/general lawlessness/OOC canon characters/sadistic!Itachi/crying/torture/et cetera.

Naruto (c) Kishimoto
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