Thankfully, we arrived in the village by noon. Kakashi found a local inn and paid for one room. The room was more of a base of operations that a place to sleep. Besides, it had only one bed and neither of us were tired.
"Alright, go over the description of Zoh." I told him as I grabbed a chair and flipped it around. I placed my head in the palm of my hands and waited for him to speak. He studied my position on the chair carefully for a slight moment. I wasn't sitting in it normally, rather how you would expect a guy at a bar to sit in it, backwards.
"He's described as a tall, buff, tan skinned man. Zoh is usually seen in a fitting green shirt with a deep blue sash over it. His pants are constructed of the same colors. Typically, he wears a deep blue bandanna over his head. And lastly-"
"Lastly, he's the son of a bitch that killed Tye!" I yelled flipping the chair. I walked over to a small window that over looked the town. Sighing, I folded my arms over my chest angrily. "Kakashi, you handle the documents and scrolls. I want his blood on my hands and my hands alone." I barked out.
"This is a team effort Kai." he spoke out. "He's an S rank missing nin. You can't kill him alone.!" "Hm, that reminds me, you haven't seen me in action yet." I stated. "Arrogance will not help you kill him." He walked over to the window and stood facing my back.
"Listen, I don't know who Tye was or what their relation was to you, but do not let emotions cloud your judgement. It could cost the mission or our lives." he preached.
"What do you know about losing people?" I tried to brush past his bold figure only for my wrist to be caught by his superior hand. "I'm a shinobi. I've seen my fair share of dead loved ones." he yelled at me. His voice brought the impression of anger, but his eyes told a different story. A story of immortal pain.
I released myself from his grip. "I'm going down stairs." I said motionlessly. There was a small crowded bar on the first floor of the inn. I planned to relocate there and clear my head.
Dragging my feet slowly, I stepped to the bar and waited for the bar attendant. He had long, flowing blonde hair and blue eyes that seemed to shine like stars.
"What' will it be? Water? A Martini with a little umbrella?" he teased. "Asahi, the whole bottle." I stated. "Woah there, that's a really strong beer. You sure you can handle that?" He looked around with an expression that said 'we got a bad ass over here'. "Just shut your trap and give me a bottle of Asahi." I barked at the confused blonde.
He sighed, giving me my drink. I relocated to the back of the bar. Not only did I want to be alone, I had a great view of everyone and everything that happened. If Zoh or anyone else on my hit list waled in I would be in full view of them.
I began sipping away at my drink in hand. With each sip, I felt my mind getting clearer and my body felt as if I was releasing tension. I pulled out a small tablet that I had picket up a while back, My papa, Jiraiya, had inspired me to write. Once I picked up a pen, I felt as if my life was free.
When Master Jiraiya had found some of my work, he gave me a large, leather bound book to write in. To this day, I've never written a single thing inside of it. It is so special to me, so precious to me, that when I do write, I want it to be the greatest story that I could ever tell. I just don't know what that is yet.
For the time being, I wrote in my other notebook. It contained many poems and short stories of things that were ever on my mind. The current subject that my mind was wavering over was Kakashi.
He was not like his reputation. He was know for being distant and minding his own business. That was nothing like the man that I was currently on a mission with. What changed him or, had he even changed at all? I guess it's as the saying goes, "Jude a man with your own heart, not the mouth of others." Even so, even if I'll never admit it, the very though of Kakashi The Copy Ninja Hatake fascinated me.
Hm, like I'd ever have a chance. "It's all in your head Kai." I told myself.
In my whole life only few have every loved me, and every one of those few is now dead.