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Chapter 4, so please comment and enjoy! And comment, because if you don't, well, I MAY not decide to keep writing. But really, how am I writing? On a scale of 1 to 10, how am I compared to other fanon writers here? When he awoke, he found Kakashi sitting cross-legged not three feet away. In his hands was a tray, upon which sat a cup of water and a bowl of brown, thick soup. Its savory smell wafted down to him, reminding him of his hunger. It also triggered five hard kicks to the side of his liver and what he thought was a punch to his rib. He groaned, didn't want to get up. He pulled the blanket closer around him and tried to move into a mo