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Over My Head by Tragedy

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Story notes: I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through

The boy raced to what he hoped were the right coordinates. What they told him were the right coordinates. Hoped in some ways that she wasn't suffering, but hoped in other ways that she was suffering, because if she was suffering then it meant that she was still alive and that was always a good thing. He hoped that she was still alive, but they had left her behind for dead, how could they have left her behind? Didn't they know just how precious she really was? Granted he had almost made the same mistake once upon a time but still...

That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth

When he had overheard the news (they had pretended to ignore him but he had the odd suspiscion the report was directed towards him) in the Hokage's office, he had stunned, probably one of the few times any emotion had leaked past his mask to the outside world. But it didn't matter. The Hokage offered the only apologies that seemed sincere, the other apologies held no substance, no one else would meet his eye.


But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy

He could feel it now. He could feel it moreso than ever before, all the anger, the jealousy, the sabotage. Still, he vcould harldy believe that they'd do this, that they would do this, that the jonin that fought alongside and served with could and would stoop this low over something so STUPID as his natural talent, and his unprecedented gift.


I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears

He declared his intentions to go back for her and bring her home. The Hokage started to object, but was interrupted by the boy's sudden disappearance. He almost dared to hope, but he knew that no one would follow him.


Let's rearrange
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage

The first lines of a poem she had wrote the boy. She was awfully blunt about it, reciting the poem before handing it to him so that he wouldn't forget what it was she had said. It was also the first time the boy had found her strikingly beautiful. The boy had wondered whether it was just the timing or the circumstance, and why either had taken so long to come around when obviously she had found hers a while ago. He pondered the irony of him arriving as she was leaving, and the rest of her poem.

Just say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along

They were almost there, almost a real team. He had learned to let some of their ire’s and irks and quirks roll off of his shoulders. If they didn’t jeopardize his life, he just didn’t care. If nothing else it kept his sensei from chiding in on him. The problem was, well for them, was that it made him colder, harder, and detached. He knew it did but, you can’t have your ramen and eat it too. Except, she did.

But that's disregard
Find another friend and you discard

Somebody (if he knew the idiot he’d kill them) once suggested that the reason why he was so good on the battlefield was because he shared a sort of intimacy with it. Nothing perverse or anything, but a sort of kinship. Once she noticed it, she just became more attached, something about giving him something to live for or something. He needed that, but he didn’t want it, and when the mission called his name, he left her behind.

As you lose the argument in a cable car
Hanging above as the canyon comes between

The boy sighed both at how easily he recalled the last few lines of her poem and at the memory that had spurred that in the first place. She had been trying and (noticeably) failing to come to terms with the fact a crappy childhood and heightened skill had inevitably lead to who he was. Once, long before there was just three of them, to prove his absolute lack of need for them, he had went through Wave and found himself a medic to treat the wounds that the girl was more than capable of doing herself. That had caused the great argument over the canyon on the bridge that eventually ran into the Valley of the End. He knew the cable car was a reference to him, but he didn’t know if it was mentally, emotionally or socially, but either of the three would definitely meet. In the same sense he thought that maybe the canyon was a metaphor for something else. Maybe affection, or appropriately enough, something deeper. But all that vanished when he entered into Kumo.

And suddenly I become a part of your past
I'm becoming the part that don't last

What didn’t immediately fade was the image of her face, anger and hurt waging war across it, begging to be dominant, to be noticed. Clueless as he tended to be, he knew she had meant it, every word she had uttered before she had left. But he also knew that it wasn’t to late, that she could still be saved, and he silently prayed to Kami that this would still be the case.

I'm losing you and its effortless
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground

He never found the Kumo-nins hideout, they had left her in the open, freely torturing her. What made it all so awful was that they weren’t just using ninjutsu. Ninjutsu he could deal with, genjutsu he could handle. They were slapping her, SLAPPING her. Completely demeaning her as a ninja, taking away her worth completely, and the boy knew she was worth so much more. She obviously had not been eating and when the Kumo-nin took a break, he went t her. He went to her but did not feed her food, for if her body had adjusted to hunger then feeding her would just give her hunger pangs. He would not cause her to suffer more. Instead he fed her chakra, for strength. But as he lay her on her back, force-feeding chakra into her system, she grabbed his shoulder and smiled, and then her consciousness slipped. The boy, for his credit, did not cry. Not immediately, not right away, but he let his killing intent spike and that in turn called the enemies attention towards him. He lost track of all up or down, left or right. He just moved, smooth as a katana through the air in the hands of a steady wielder.

In the throw around
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves

Before it was all over, his hand was ablaze in chakra, ready to strike. His enemy made one last desperate attack at the girl, and the boy stood over her, easily knocking it away. He was ready to retaliate but the enemy slumped to the ground beforehand, before it was all over…
The girl regained her consciousness, grabbing the arm of his chakra lit hand. He almost smiled, she was ok. He would’ve smiled but she was begging him.

“Please.”

And he wanted to pretend that he didn’t know what she was asking.

“Please.”

But he had never been that stupid.

Taking his right hand, unrestrained by any garment, he caressed her face. And then he yanked down his mask, the cloth that hid his emotions so well. He yanked it down so that he would not hide anymore, and this time, when they kissed, she would feel the heat of his lips.

Together they pulled down his hand, as a thousand birds cried.

And everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind

Kakashi found himself surrounded by Kumo-nin once more, and closing Rin's eyes, he let his killing intent spike once more. Unlike those before, some of these wore jonin vest. The thought warmed his heart that, maybe it wasn’t to late, maybe it was he who could be saved this time and they could be together again.

Kakashi should’ve known that the reason for his skill was that, he could never be that lucky.
Chapter notes: Edited to so that it's loosly based off of a fic I'm reading. See if you can't guess who the boy and girl are. I'm betting you wont.

I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through

The boy raced to what he hoped were the right coordinates. What they told him were the right coordinates. Hoped in some ways that she wasn't suffering, but hoped in other ways that she was suffering, because if she was suffering then it meant that she was still alive and that was always a good thing. He hoped that she was still alive, but they had left her behind for dead, how could they have left her behind? Didn't they know just how precious she really was? Granted he had almost made the same mistake once upon a time but still...

That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth

When he had overheard the news (they had pretended to ignore him but he had the odd suspiscion the report was directed towards him) in the Hokage's office, he had stunned, probably one of the few times any emotion had leaked past his mask to the outside world. But it didn't matter. The Hokage offered the only apologies that seemed sincere, the other apologies held no substance, no one else would meet his eye.


But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy

He could feel it now. He could feel it moreso than ever before, all the anger, the jealousy, the sabotage. Still, he vcould harldy believe that they'd do this, that they would do this, that the jonin that fought alongside and served with could and would stoop this low over something so STUPID as his natural talent, and his unprecedented gift.


I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears

He declared his intentions to go back for her and bring her home. The Hokage started to object, but was interrupted by the boy's sudden disappearance. He almost dared to hope, but he knew that no one would follow him.


Let's rearrange
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage

The first lines of a poem she had wrote the boy. She was awfully blunt about it, reciting the poem before handing it to him so that he wouldn't forget what it was she had said. It was also the first time the boy had found her strikingly beautiful. The boy had wondered whether it was just the timing or the circumstance, and why either had taken so long to come around when obviously she had found hers a while ago. He pondered the irony of him arriving as she was leaving, and the rest of her poem.

Just say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along

They were almost there, almost a real team. He had learned to let some of their ire’s and irks and quirks roll off of his shoulders. If they didn’t jeopardize his life, he just didn’t care. If nothing else it kept his sensei from chiding in on him. The problem was, well for them, was that it made him colder, harder, and detached. He knew it did but, you can’t have your ramen and eat it too. Except, she did.

But that's disregard
Find another friend and you discard

Somebody (if he knew the idiot he’d kill them) once suggested that the reason why he was so good on the battlefield was because he shared a sort of intimacy with it. Nothing perverse or anything, but a sort of kinship. Once she noticed it, she just became more attached, something about giving him something to live for or something. He needed that, but he didn’t want it, and when the mission called his name, he left her behind.

As you lose the argument in a cable car
Hanging above as the canyon comes between

The boy sighed both at how easily he recalled the last few lines of her poem and at the memory that had spurred that in the first place. She had been trying and (noticeably) failing to come to terms with the fact a crappy childhood and heightened skill had inevitably lead to who he was. Once, long before there was just three of them, to prove his absolute lack of need for them, he had went through Wave and found himself a medic to treat the wounds that the girl was more than capable of doing herself. That had caused the great argument over the canyon on the bridge that eventually ran into the Valley of the End. He knew the cable car was a reference to him, but he didn’t know if it was mentally, emotionally or socially, but either of the three would definitely meet. In the same sense he thought that maybe the canyon was a metaphor for something else. Maybe affection, or appropriately enough, something deeper. But all that vanished when he entered into Kumo.

And suddenly I become a part of your past
I'm becoming the part that don't last

What didn’t immediately fade was the image of her face, anger and hurt waging war across it, begging to be dominant, to be noticed. Clueless as he tended to be, he knew she had meant it, every word she had uttered before she had left. But he also knew that it wasn’t to late, that she could still be saved, and he silently prayed to Kami that this would still be the case.

I'm losing you and its effortless
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground

He never found the Kumo-nins hideout, they had left her in the open, freely torturing her. What made it all so awful was that they weren’t just using ninjutsu. Ninjutsu he could deal with, genjutsu he could handle. They were slapping her, SLAPPING her. Completely demeaning her as a ninja, taking away her worth completely, and the boy knew she was worth so much more. She obviously had not been eating and when the Kumo-nin took a break, he went t her. He went to her but did not feed her food, for if her body had adjusted to hunger then feeding her would just give her hunger pangs. He would not cause her to suffer more. Instead he fed her chakra, for strength. But as he lay her on her back, force-feeding chakra into her system, she grabbed his shoulder and smiled, and then her consciousness slipped. The boy, for his credit, did not cry. Not immediately, not right away, but he let his killing intent spike and that in turn called the enemies attention towards him. He lost track of all up or down, left or right. He just moved, smooth as a katana through the air in the hands of a steady wielder.

In the throw around
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves

Before it was all over, his hand was ablaze in chakra, ready to strike. His enemy made one last desperate attack at the girl, and the boy stood over her, easily knocking it away. He was ready to retaliate but the enemy slumped to the ground beforehand, before it was all over…
The girl regained her consciousness, grabbing the arm of his chakra lit hand. He almost smiled, she was ok. He would’ve smiled but she was begging him.

“Please.”

And he wanted to pretend that he didn’t know what she was asking.

“Please.”

But he had never been that stupid.

Taking his right hand, unrestrained by any garment, he caressed her face. And then he yanked down his mask, the cloth that hid his emotions so well. He yanked it down so that he would not hide anymore, and this time, when they kissed, she would feel the heat of his lips.

Together they pulled down his hand, as a thousand birds cried.

And everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind

Kakashi found himself surrounded by Kumo-nin once more, and closing Rin's eyes, he let his killing intent spike once more. Unlike those before, some of these wore jonin vest. The thought warmed his heart that, maybe it wasn’t to late, maybe it was he who could be saved this time and they could be together again.

Kakashi should’ve known that the reason for his skill was that, he could never be that lucky.

Chapter end notes: The story is called Aftermath: The Last Ones Standing by Nerocorleon. Its really good and its on this site. If you read to see how this songfic ties in, I guarantee that by the time you figure it out, you'll be reading to see how it finishes.
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