beautiful

he stood still.

his grey hair was tainted with blood. the headband he used to wear was nowhere to be seen. his mask, that used to cover his silent mouth was torned. the smell of gun powder, dried blood, and hatred was everywhere around him. anyone who saw him knew that he was out for a kill. a heavy kill.

the blue sky only emphasized the contendness he carried around him. the pain, the sadness, the wearines. not from the people he killed, nor from the battle he might have lost. but for all the pain he endured knowing that his lost ones will never return.

as the wind caressed his hair, the wound revealed itself. the cut across his face was not new. but it always signified that the battle he walked from was hard. hard enough to make him reveal the eye, the scar. the two things that will always remind him of his bitter past.

i know it then as i know it now. it will never go away. unseen it may be but it will always here to stay. haunting his days nestling on a tree while reading a book. following him around while keeping him behind from all the things that he should do.

but that's what makes him who he was. an amazingly effective assassin and a broken person. his placidness, his inability to show emotion in crucial times saved his life even in fierce battles. thus earned him the tittle as the strongest nin in this village.

and for me, all of that made him


beautiful.


on konohagakure no kakashi hatake