Hey guys, before the story starts, I'd like to briefly tell you a few things.

First: English is a foreign language for me, which I currently learn in school. Therefore, mistakes are most likely to occur sometimes, so please be lenient about it. However, my teacher keeps telling me my vocabulary range and grammar is really good, thus it shouldn't be too much of a problem. :) Feel free to correct my mistakes, if you want to, so that I won't make them again.

Second thing: This is my first fanfiction ever, therefore constructive critism would be highly appreciated. Maybe I'm going to try out a different writing style once in a while in order to see, which is the most fitting.

Thirdly: I hope you enjoy this most youthful fanfic of mine! ^^


Disclaimer: Unfortunately, my name isn't Masashi Kishimoto. Everyone should be able to tell, I'm not even a Japanese. Therefore, I don't own Naruto (sad, I know). Otherwise, certain characters would die in a slow and painful way. *glares at Danzo*


„Speaking"*

Thinking"*

Jutsu*

Hand signs*

*and similar stuff


Btw: I twisted a few facts in this story and it's slightly AU. Nothing major though...maybe except for a little power-up for Kakashi later on ;)


Today's special.

Not because he just passed the Genin-exams as the youngest shinobi ever. Not because he's going to get a Jonin-instructor, who can teach him to become stronger now. And certainly not because now, he's known in whole Konoha as a prodigy, but because he may be able to see a smile on his father's face today. „He will be proud of me for sure. There's absolutely no way he isn't." After all, not even the legends among the shinobi, like the Sannin, were able to graduate at five.

Kakashi wasn't surprised or upset, that his father wasn't at the ceremony. Maybe he was a tad disappointed, but he knows that his dad hasn't been out of the house for some weeks now. Apparently, he failed a mission in order to save his comrades and the whole village blames him. Kakashi isn't too sure, whether his father did the right thing or not. „The mission is important, but so are one's comrades." In the academy, he was told to always follow the ninja-rules, but he has also heard of the ‚Will of fire', which is about protecting his friends.

Kakashi is currently walking down the street leading to the Hatake-compound ignoring all the stares and whispers around him. He's already used to it. Since that day, his father came home seemingly defeated and broken. Back then, Kakashi didn't know, what happend and he also didn't want to ask. Soon afterwards, he caught on to the events and had to experience the hateful glares and whispers of ‚the traitor's son' towards him.

While he's walking alongside a store, a tall man with a Chunin-vest and Konoha hitai-ate stood in Kakashi's path blocking the way. „It's a miracle, that the Hokage even let someone like you become a shinobi. You are only going to end up as a disgrace, just like your father.", he sneered.

Kakashi simply ignored and sidestepped the man. Of course, he's hurt by the comment and wanted to contradict the man, but decided not to. He doesn't care today, because today's special.

Special", he would think later on, „certainly is a fitting term for that dreadful day."


After a short walk with lots of vicious comments, he finally arrives at his home, the Hatake-compound. Kakashi routinely ignores the graffitis on the walls and the trash in front of the door, obviously there, because some people apparently don't have the guts to tell them face to face. As Kakashi enters through the door, a well-known smell enters his nose. It was the same, when his father used to come back from a mission or when Kakashi accidently nicked himself with a kunai at training. Blood.

But there shouldn't be any blood here, right? After all, his dad hasn't gone on missions for weeks and Kakashi knows as a fact, that it can't be his. That another person entered the house and is injured is possible, but highly unlikely. „So why does it smell of blood?"

Kakashi suddenly has a foreboding feeling. He quickly runs into the house and frantically searchs for his father. „Dad! Are you here?", he nearly screams. No answer. Then he notices something. The door of his father's study isn't locked like usual, but a bit ajar. His father used to scold him slightly, when he once went into it without permission when he was three. „There are a lot of sensitive and dangerous things in there, 'Kashi. That's why you aren't allowed to go inside.", Kakashi remembers his dad saying. Slowly, he walks towards it with hesitant steps. He opens it and peers inside.

He didn't exspect this.

Definitely not.

Red.

Blood.

So much blood.

This can't be real. It just can't.

No.

It isn't a big room, a moderate one with lots of scrolls and weapons neatly arranged in shelves and on tables. What's most outstanding though, is the man with long white hair tied up in a ponytail laying on the ground. Dead. In a pool of blood. With a Tantō in his stomach.

„Dad!", Kakashi cries out as he runs towards the corps of his father. As he touches it, he flinches. His father, no, the corpse of his father is cold. Cold and bloody. Kakashi tries to get control over his emotions, but he can't. He can feel the tears rolling down his face and the pang of betrayal in his heart.

He doesn't know, how long he's kneeled aside his dead father trying to remain composure. But after some time, maybe minutes, maybe hours, an ANBU-member shunshinned into the room asking Kakashi to follow along. He complied immediately. After all, he would do the right thing and follow the rules and orders, unlike his father.


Originally, I planned this chapter to be longer, but I think this is a fitting ending for part one. Don't worry, guys. I think I'll be able to update another chapter (hopefully a longer one) soon. I'd really appreciate a fav/follow/comment so as to see, if there are people interested in this story. 'Till next time. Bye :)