Tea and Sympathy

A/N: Okay, so this was written after a long bout of listening to Jars of Clay, preceeded by a long bout of drepression. I was listening to a song called 'Tea and Stmpathy' and it inspired me to write this. This was actually written for a more 'family friendly' site...
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Kakashi sat alone, staring at the pictures on the table. They were nothing more than old memories of days long past. He picked up one, looking at it for a long time before putting it down and selecting another one. Rin, Obito, Minato-sensei... they were all gone...
Kakashi sighed.
He didn't know why he beat himself up like this. He felt so pathetic. He looked at a picture of Yondame, his memory trailing back to the months after Obito died.
Yondame sat in front of Kakashi, who was sitting slump shoulderd at the table.
"What did you want to talk about, Kakashi?"
Kakashi sat there in silence, staring at a picture of Obito.
"Nothing, I guess."
Minato poured them each a cup of tea, pushing the cup towards the silver haired boy.
"I don't want any, thank you." Kakashi said softly.
"Well, just in case you change your mind..." Minato said with a kind smile, as he sipped his own tea.
Kakashi sighed. Minato always poured a cup of tea for him.
There was a knock on the door. Snapping out of his flashback, Kakashi got up, glanceing out of the peephole. Naruto was standing outside, rocking nervously on the balls of his feet. He looked like he was going to leave. Kakashi turned and hurriedly pushed the pictures into the small box, stashing it before pulling the door open.
"Hey, Naruto..."
"Oh...Kakashi-sensei...ah...are you busey?"
Kakashi shook his head with a small smile. "No. Come on in."
Kakashi set the tea kettle on the stove before turning back and sitting across the table from his student.
The resemblance to Minato was uncanny, as always. Kakashi always wondered if maybe...
"What's on your mind?"
Naruto's azure eyes stared down at the dark wooden table.
"I'm just lonely...no one wants to talk to me...they all think I'm a freak..." Kakashi blinked at him. The words echoed in his head. His traitorous memories brought him back to one of the last conversations he overheard between Obito and Minato.
Minato had told Obito not to judge Kakashi so harshly.
But they were gone now. Kakashi looked at Naruto.
"No one thinks your a freak, Naruto. I don't, Sakura doesn't, neither does Sasuke. That Hyuuga girl sure doesn't..."
Naruto slammed his hands on the table. "You don't understand!" He cried desperately. Kakashi looked at him calmly. It was now that he saw the bruises on Naruto's arms, the black eye blooming on Naruto's face.
"Naruto, who beat you up?" Kakashi asked sagely.
Naruto avoided his gaze.
"Some chunnin as I was coming out of Tsunade's office, they ambushed me..."
The teakettle screamed from the stove top. Kakashi got up quietly and poured the tea, bringing over a cup.
"I don't want any tea." Naruto said sadly. Kakashi set the cup down in front of him.
"Well, just in case you change your mind." Kakashi said with a sad smile.