Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Naruto or any of the characters involved. I only have fun with them.
A/N: Please be aware that this story is not at all cute and fuzzy, at least not until the end I suppose…Please enjoy. And with that said, here's Chapter One of Beautiful.
Hatake Kakashi took a long, calming drag of the cigarette perched between his index and middle finger. He had never been much of a cigarette smoker, but desperate times called for desperate measures when he currently didn't have his usual Icha Icha novel with him so he would just have to settle for the cheap stress reliever for this moment in time.
Personally he didn't like the smell of cigarettes, but he also didn't like the smell of the sterilized-smelling room he had been camping out in for basically the whole of five minutes. It was under bad circumstances, but weren't most circumstances involving a hospital bad, unless it was a child being delivered or something of the sort?
Being reminded of yet again why the infamous silver haired shinobi was even near a hospital in the first place, the stress of the whole situation was slowly creeping back through his veins and flooding throughout his whole being. Kakashi took yet another drag of the cigarette that was to be his last, and tossed it on the ground, not long after making contact with the ground with his foot to squash the worthless item.
"You really shouldn't be smoking around a hospital, sir. It's not very…how should I put it, smart?" An uncivil woman drawled as she shook her head in a dismissing way, walking straight past a very indifferent Hatake Kakashi. "Last time I checked, it was illegal."
"I'll keep that in mind, ma'am." Kakashi sighed, shoving his hands in his Jonin pockets. Sighing, the infamous ninja took refuge on a nearby wooden bench that lined the cement of the walkway to the automatic glass doors that led inside the lobby of the hospital.
Kakashi bent over, resting his elbows on his knees as he supported his chin in his fisted hands. Every so often, people walked in and out of the infirmary with looks of deep thought and concentration strewn across their faces like their loved one was in the worst, possible situation anyone could ever find themselves stuck in.
But in reality, being the father of a two week pregnant teenager was probably the worst situation he could ever find himself stuck in. A fifteen year old innocent, naïve, and very foolish young woman-pregnant.
Kakashi ran his large hands through his unruly, silver hair, messing it up even further than it probably already looked. How could this have happened? Kakashi was not an irresponsible father; he paid his bills, he kept his baby girl in Ninja Training, he went took as many missions as a ninja his age could, he kept food on the table, he kept himself and the one of two women in his life left that he actually cared about in a decent apartment in a decent side of town, and he even went to her Genin training sessions so he could watch his favorite girl exceed at something she was fairly good at.
Where had he gone wrong? What could he have done to keep this from happening?
And for a father to find out the way he had, that his Hatake Tashi was indeed pregnant, was maybe one of the most shocking ways he could possibly imagine without having another parent or friend come up to him and break the horrible news to him himself.
Tashi had left the dinner table, or what could be called a dinner table, at an alarmingly fast jump off her chair and sprinted off to the nearest bathroom. Kakashi had thought nothing of it at first, but when a small piece of paper flew out of her jacket pocket, he had been automatically curious. What was the harm of looking at a piece of paper? Tashi would be thankful Kakashi had found it instead of her thinking she had lost it.
All of the harm in the world.
Kakashi got the main gist of the small, crumbled piece of paper in a matter of seconds. It was issued from Konoha Hospital and it had his daughter's name and an official reading of a pregnancy test.
A positive pregnancy test.
And at that exact moment, Hatake Kakashi's world fell apart.
"Daddy."
Kakashi glanced up from his reverie and there stood his girl, nudging his knee with her leg, who used to play with barbies instead of boys and used to drink fruit punch instead of hard liqour with her devious friends and well behind Kakashi's back. To her, when she was eight years old, getting high meant swinging on the playground instead of using other means and using protection meant wearing wrappings. Back then, the worst things she could get from a guy were cooties. The only things that hurt were worn out muscles from one too many hours of training and sex was something that only "married people" did.
But here Hatake Tashi, one of the prettiest and most beautiful girls Kakashi had ever laid eyes upon, had tears running down her angelic face and he knew right away that the nurse had only confirmed the worst of his and Tashi's fears.
Kakashi stood up like the father he only knew how to be and without a moment's hesitation, he wrapped his strong and forgiving arms around his daughter and held her tight to him as heaves and heaves of sobs wracked the petite, young girl.
This wasn't going to be easy but they would get through this, with or without Tashi's mother by their side.
End of Chapter One/Prologue.
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