i will not speak of your sin

Summary: One way or another he is cursed to kill his tethers, cursed to outlive them all. All because Hatake Kakashi drank from the fountain of youth. (Five acts of Kakashi’s consequence to forever.)

• Rating: M
• Trigger Warning/s: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death/s
• Relationships: Haruno Sakura & Hatake Kakashi, Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura & Uzumaki Naruto, Hatake Kakashi & Uzumaki Naruto, Team Kakashi Dynamics
• Characters: Hatake Kakashi, Haruno Sakura, Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke
• Additional Tags: Violence, Murder, Fountain of Youth, Immortality, Moral Ambiguity, Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Part 1 of an Incomplete Series
• Part 1 of “But the blood on my hands scares to me death” Series.
• Also on AO3 and FF.net.

Author’s Note: Please heed the warnings and tags. The fic and act titles are from the song Broken Crown by Mumford and Sons. This is a prologue of sorts, more a background, for part 2 of the series I am working on called “But the blood on my hands scares me to death” Series.

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i will not speak of your sin

Act 1: Kakashi + the pull on my flesh was just too strong

Echoes of his dragging feet are all that he could hear inside the cave. Not his ragged breathes nor the patter of his blood dripping on the smooth rock floor. This is normal. For him that is. Self-censoring of his wounds, and desensitization of his injuries are normal for Anbu Captain Hatake Kakashi.

This is his 113th scroll retrieval mission in his entire career since he was six. The 34th S-Rank mission since he was thirteen. And overall, his 886th mission done exactly on his 21st birthday.

Kakashi doesn’t celebrate it. Not when he is deep inside a cave that the light outside doesn’t reach him, and he is completely bathed in darkness and blood.

Enemy blood, his blood, it doesn’t matter. He only has basic healing skills he copied from field medics, not enough to completely close the bigger wounds. Not enough chakra for the smaller ones either.

Slumping on his back on a jutting rock, Kakashi removes his Anbu mask. He breathes but the air gets stuck in his throat when blood surges up from his wounded stomach. Coughing, he presses on the slash wound on his thigh, the spot where a major artery is. The blood is sluggish as it oozes out.

He truly is at his limit. Heaving himself up on his remaining strength, Kakashi trudges to the edge of the cave and discovers a fountain with a pool of freshwater.

He kneels just at the edge of the pool where he pulls down his mask, cups his palms to bring the liquid to his lips, and drinks. He drinks just one gulp because it is enough. The cool touch almost like a balm directly to his soul.

He begins to drift into unconsciousness when his wet fingers start to glow. He is too far gone to marvel at this strange sight, eyes sliding shut as the feeling of falling into the pool envelops him.

Kakashi sleeps.

He wakes up without a scratch and heads home to report his successful retrieval. He doesn’t mention the fountain in the cave. Not when the pool dried up and the cave collapsed the moment he stepped out of it.

There is no evidence of this miracle. He goes on with his life as if he didn’t drink from the fountain at all.