He had no identity.
No sense of purpose.
No direction for his future.
According to him, he was no one and nobody.
People wanted him to dress up like Satoru Gojo and he would do it.
They wished for a fireman and he would be a f*king fireman for them.
A movie star?
Sure, why not?
Like a K-pop singer, so girls would drool over him.
Yes, ma'am.
He had the physique, he had the looks. He even had those charming eyes girls dream about.
A smile always adorned his face, his muscles were always toned, his chest and privates were always shaven.
The hair were perfectly combed, and the body primed to be ogled at.
But, nothing was real. The smile was fake, a facade to counter the depression that killed him deeply.
The words he spoke carried no emotions. They were empty like a blank canvas, devoid of colours. An empty white coffin to be buried inside or to immerse yourself in.
The pleasure and the pain mingled but the feel of it was missing. So much physical passion yet so little emotional one.
What exactly was he?
He hadn't been happy since that day fourteen years ago. The day his fate was sealed by his mother.
The only sunshine was that one-winged angel's necklace which he kept around his neck at all times, hidden under his clothes.
He lay on his bed and blankly stared at the ceiling of the small room he had been allotted. His face was void of any emotions.
The door of his room flung open and a boy of his age walked inside.
"Hey! Calix, you are up in the golden room. It's Kakashi Hatake's get-up. Move along, time is of the essence," the boy announced, pointing to his watch. He left the bed without wasting a second or complaining. Like a robot whose key had been turned.
He headed for the costume room and put on the required costume, wig, and lenses before heading out. A girl in her early twenties was waiting for him in the waiting area.
"Hi! I am Huria," she extended her hand towards him, a curious smile playing on her face.
"Hi! Did you need my services today?" he casually shook her hand.
"No, it's for my friend. I will explain everything to you. Come with me. By the way, dope costume," she couldn't take her eyes off of him. He gestured for her to take the lead and commenced walking beside her. She elucidated the scenario and everything he needed to do.
Calix quietly listened and nodded at required intervals. They had reached the bar area where ladies drank and watched the strippers put on their show.
"There," she pointed to a girl and Calix turned to take the entirety of her in. Clad in a plum ruffle dress all he saw was the cascading sea of burgundy hair that softly flowed down her tiny waist.
"Go on, make her feel at ease. Handle her gently, she adores Kakashi and she needs him tonight," Huria flashed him a smile while he only slightly nodded before his feet shuffled and carried him in her direction.
She turned exactly the moment he was about to call her and collided with him. He steadied her and she couldn't stop staring at the perfect stranger.
She was stunning with soft minty green eyes and lustrous burgundy hair, a heart-shaped face and hibiscus-tinted cheeks. Her right cheek was overly swollen though and he knew she had been hurt. The ugly bruise mark was turning purplish blue now.
He had seen so many similar cases. Women came to him to seek comfort after being cheated on by their husbands, boyfriends and fiancé's. This was a very familiar case.
He almost smiled when she poked him between his eyes and asked if he was real.
With her permission, he led her to the golden room. She could hardly walk. She was drunk and Calix kept his steady arm around her tiny waist. She clung to his arm, occasionally stealing glances and quickly averting her gaze to not get caught. Every time she did that, her cheeks crimsoned some more like cherry tomatoes, ready to be plucked.
Calix was observing her from his peripherals and a small hint of a smile appeared on his hidden face at her cute actions.
They reached the private room Huria had booked for her friend. Calix unlocked the door with a golden key and ushered her inside.
It was a VIP room hence the name, the Golden Room. Calix could sense she belonged to an influential family from the way she was dressed. He guided her to a sofa and helped her settle down. She placed her bag on the side and fell back on the sofa, closing her eyes for a second.
"Would you like some water?" he asked, seeing her so worn out but she refused.
Calix casually stood in front of her, his half-gloved hands in his pockets and his head slightly tilted. He quietly asked.
"So what is your name?"
She slowly opened her eyes at his question.
"Skyla Adams, but my friends call me Sky," she answered while curiously staring into those vacant eyes of his. He was wearing lenses so she couldn't see the real colour. One was black while the other was red like the character he was playing.
The silverish-grey hair were spiked and combed to one side. Leaf Village's headband adorned his forehead and the whole of his face was covered with a black mask that also covered his neck. The ninja uniform he had on was a perfect fit.
"Nice to meet you Skyla. I am Kakashi and I will be whatever you want, today.
A friend, a confidante, a lover, a companion, a listener. Choices are all yours," his deep guttural voice made desires erupt in her core and Skyla was glad to be sitting.
"Can I tell you a secret?" she giggled a bit.
"Of course!"
"I still can't believe you are real," she added sheepishly and lowered her gaze.
Calix lowered himself to his knees and his hands landed on her thighs. His eyes never left hers as he brazenly opened her legs and positioned himself right between them.
Her pupils dilated to register the shock his actions had brought her, her cherry-tinted lips parted as a small 'oh' escaped her, the beats of her heart upped a notch and her palms began to slightly sweat.
Lifting his right hand he firmly took hold of her chin. Slowly he raised her face so she would gaze into his alluring eyes. His thumb gently rubbed her lower lip in slow motion.
Skyla sucked in a deep breath at his action, excessive heat crept up on her face making her heart go frantic inside its cage. He slowly entered the pad of his thumb into her mouth and leaned closer to sensually murmur.
"How about now? Do I still feel like a fragment of your imagination?"
(Find picture of Kakashi Hatake in the comment section for reference.)