In Place of a Father; The Place of a Sensei

The night that Kakashi's father commited seppakku, it was raining. Fitting, isn't it? Before then Kakashi adored his father, even after he failed that mission. It was that night that changed him. He realized the consequenses of failure. He allowed himself one night of grief. He ran to Minato sensei's apartment. When he was let in, he was soaked to the bone. His eyes were distant and far away. Not really focused on anything. He wouldn't even speak. He couldn't. It was to raw, to painful. In the end, he didn't have to, because Pakkun appeared right there in the middle of Minato's kitchen, sopping wet. Minato was still crouched down in front of Kakashi, but his eyes drifted to the tiny pug in his kitchen. Pakkun's eyes darted towards Kakashi's before returning to the blond. "He's dead. Sakumo is dead," that was all he said before leaping past Minato and onto Kakashi's lap.

Minato returned to the task he was completing before the pug puppy appeared. He was trying to dry off his now orphaned student. The kid's gravity defying hair was drooping due to the amount of water it had absorbed. His student was devestated he could tell. He could also tell that Kakashi was trying to reign it in, but it wasn't working. He sighed, "Kashi-kun, lets get you into some dry clothes okay? I have an old pair or sweats and a tee shirt you can wear alright?" Kakashi did not acknowledge him. "Kashi," still the mini shinobi made no move. "Kashi-" Pakkun cut him off.

"That's not going to work. He's to out of it." Alright, so Minato would carry him. Pakkun jumped off of Kakashi gently so that Minato could pick him up. Minato carefully manuvered themselves through his apartment, going into his own bedroom. And sitting the distraught seven year old on the bed before he started digging around in his dresser for sweats and a tee shirt. By the tim he found them Pakkun had situated himself right beside Kakashi. "Kakashi? I have the sweats and the shirt here, can you get dressed by yourself?"

Two dark grey eyes shifted larthargically upwards to Minato's face, before he mumbled barley audible, "Yes, sensei." Minato nearly jumped for joy for that minor response. He turned around after handing the child the colthes, so he could get dressed in some manner of privacy, without being alone. Minato had a feeling that being alone would be very detrimental to Kakashi at this moment. "Sensei..." Kakashi trailed off, so Minato took it to mean that Kakashi was dressed and turned around. What he saw would've made him smile or laugh out loud on any other day. The sweats were extremely baggy and were barely being held up on Kakashi's skinny hips with the drawstring pulled as taut as it could go. They were way to long on him and were bunched up quite a bit at the botom. The tee shirt came down to his knees and was hanging off of one shoulder. The sleeves extended nearly to the kids elbows.

"Are you tired Kashi-kun?" There was no answer, and the kid's eyes were out of focus again. Minato took that to mean yes, so he helped Kakashi into his king sized bed. It was more than big enough for them both, and he really didn't want Kakashi to be by himself in the spare bedroom right now. Once Kakashi was underneath the duvet Pakkun curled up right beside the white haired kid, getting as close as was possible. Minato, who had already been in his sleep clothes before Kakashi had arrived soaked to the bone, climbed in on the other side of the bed. "Good night Kashi-kun." There was only a slight barely there snore, but that could have been Pakkun. "Good night Kashi." Nothing.