Ali: Okay, I know, over half of my stories aren't complete, but this one's been nagging at me for a few months now and I had to write it.

Itaci: You've got a problem.

Ali: *sulks* I know.

Itachi: Alright, say the disclaimer

Ali: Why?!

Itachi: Because if you don't I'll use my Sharingan on you.

Ali: Good reason... I own nothing.

Itachi: Good girl. Review everyone.


Chapter One:

First Meeting

Kakashi Hatake stood in front of the Memorial Stone. His father's name was freshly carved into the onyx stone and he felt hollow inside. He would be the perfect ninja so he wouldn't be shamed like his father, wouldn't commit suicide like his father Sakumo Hatake, the White Fang. He felt fresh tears fall and soak his mask. He quickly dried himself off and shook his head, trying to get the image out. The image of his father's bloodied corpse on the ground in the house, the weapon that committed the crime in his hand, and the life that was no longer in his eyes.

Why dad? Kakashi silently asked.

He heard someone walking towards the stone and spared them a glance. They had tanned skin, a strong jaw, and wild glossy black hair. While Kakashi wondered how he managed to get his hair so bright when it was tangled so, even his unmanageable hair didn't shine that brightly. He noticed the boy had dark eyes, much like his own, while he wore the standard navy blue ninja shoes and pants with a simple black shirt. The boy had a huge grin on his face and walked towards Kakashi. THe Hatake also noticed that the boy's knuckles were bleeding.

"Hey, do you wanna hang out?"

"No," Kakashi said blatantly.

The boy frowned as Kakashi walked away. THe silver headed boy figured he'd never see the glossy haired boy again seeing as everything had gotten much more dangerous.

The boy growled. "Every time."

Kakashi was curious as to what he meant and turned around to ask what he meant, but the boy had left already.


Ali: YAY! I'm done with the first chapter.

Itachi: GOod for you.

Ali: Why do you have to say it sarcastically.

Itachi: No reason... review if you want, I dont' care.

Ali: I do! Please review... NOOOO! I rhymed!