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   Before we start, I wanted to say thanks for the support! I'm honestly grateful to you guys for reading this crappy story. 400 views!!! Anyways, enjoy the chapter! 💖

(Y/n) POV

  
   There she was.
   The one and only, Nijima Samiraie.
   Right next to the love of my life.

   Kakashi Hatake.

   They were sitting next to each other on a bench. Her cuddling him.
   I felt my heart breaking into pieces.
   The ring on their fingers only bringing more pain.

-Flashback-

   "Hey, (Y/n)!" Nijima said, running towards me. "Huge news! I'm getting married!"
   "Really!? To who!?" I asked, the grin on my face showing excitement for my best friend.
   "Kakashi!" She said, with pure happiness.

   The grin on my face fell.
   'My Kakashi? Can't be the one I know.. could it?..' I thought to myself. 'I thought he wasn't interested in getting married or anything..'

   "Shocking, right?!" Nijima said. "It was all so romantic! He proposed to me! I'm so excited! I can finally call him my fiance.."
   "Look!" She said.
   Then she showed me the ring.
   It was beautiful.
   Too beautiful for my liking.

   Anger.
   Hatred.
   Jealousy.
   Sadness.
   Betrayal.

   All those emotions came wrecking at me.
   'It's not fair.' I thought. 'He was supposed to be mine..'

-End-

   I say it wasn't fair; but it was. First come, first serve.

   Unlike Nijima, I never confessed my feelings to Kakashi.
   I had no right to be jealous.

   But I was.

   So I took out a knife...

   (Lol jk, you aren't about to kill her.)

   So I walked away.
   Far away from the scene.

-Timeskip-

   It's been a few months since then.

   Usually, I'd see Kakashi and Nijima every now and then.
   Which wouldn't be a problem.
   If they weren't always together.
   Holding hands.
   With that stupid smile on her face.
  
   Still, no matter how jealous I was, I had no right to be so.
   I never confessed like she did.
   I should be happy for my best friend.
   Nobody knew my feelings for Kakashi, and I wasn't planning on telling anyone.
   I'd rather not be teased by my friends for liking someone.

-Timeskip-

   The beautiful scenery at their wedding bought sadness.

   'Where did I go wrong?' I thought. 'He was supposed to be mine, was he not?'

   I wasn't even listening to what Guy was saying, but when I snapped into reality my heart broke, again.

   "Now I pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Guy said, with a grin.

   They kissed.
   There they were.

   Binded forever by the strings of marriage.

-Timeskip-

   "I'm pregnant with twins!" Nijima said, holding her belly.

   "Cool." I said emotionlessly.

-Timeskip-

   The now, Nijima Hatake, gave me a picture.

   A picture of her family.

   I had no right, for I should've confessed.

   I couldn't help it though.

   I hated her.

   So.
   Nijima Samiraie.
   The woman who stole everything from me, and is oblivious to it all.
   The woman living my life.
   The life I'd give everything to have.

3rd POV

   "I love you, Kakashi.." Nijima said.
   "I love you too..

   Nijima, my love.."

(Y/n) POV







   aNd ThEn I wOkE uP

   A cold sweat came over me.

   It was just a dream.
   Deep down were chains, locking away the logical side of my feelings. I had feelings for him.. so it wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare.
   I was so confused.

   'Love of my life?' I thought. 'Me wanting to get married to Kakashi? Since when..?'

   I checked the time.

   '5:47 am.'

   Falling onto the bed, all I could do was think.

   "Nijima Samiraie, huh?" I whispered.
   Closing my eyes, I fell back asleep.

   Unaware of what they're planning.

   Unaware of the fact they don't really want me.

   They don't.

   But he does.

   I was tagged .o.
   Guys I was thinking about Kakashi and my mind wandered to this book, and I got a good, planned plot. What I don't have at the moment is a plan for Intimacy.. so that's not good. Yeah.

          Bye!

                                   -Kami H.





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