Kami is an ass.
chapter 1
Most people thought that Kakashi Hatake was a cemi-happy man. He was in the AnBu black ops at only 20 years old, he had trained under ninja ledgends and still seemed to have a perfect handle on his mental stait, not to mention he had obtained a kekkei genkei. To everyone who knew him he was what a ninja should be. He was the go to guy.
They were wrong.
Kakashi smiled at the right times. He made his eye's sparkle with happyness at the prospect of reading his little orange book. He was more social. He egnored the rules.
He did all that, so no one would ever know the real Kakashi Hatake.
That was a Kakashi who would be suspended to get his mental stait under controle. That was a Kakashi who cried himself to sleep. That was a Kakashi who had to grab his own hand so he didn't grab the kunai under his pillow and slit his wrist. That was a Kakashi who would die for anyone, not because he cared about them, but because his own life ment nothing to him.
That Kakashi Hatake was the real thing.
The real copy nin.
The real man.
Broken. Unfixed.
A broken tool at the back of the tool shed.
...
...
Then he died.
Pain had attaked. Naruto, his student, had transformed into the bloody nine tailed fox. He was too weak to do anything about it. He had been the only suvivour. Naruto had died from his injuries after regaining controle. But even then, it had been too late, everyone, even his students, had died.
He had been injured too, infact he was on the brink of death when he did it. When he berried them.
After he did, he took his kunai and brung it up to his blood covered wrist. If he was to die, he would die on his own terms. He had pushed the Kunai down with what little strenth he had, that way it would be quicker.
When his body finaly failed, when he finaly died, he felt a drop of happyness. Something he had not felt for years.
That long lost happyness died with him, it would seem, when he opend his eye's to find himself in a dark room with a bueatiful woman.
The woman had long red hair that went down to her lower back, held out of her face with a dimond headband. She had pail skin and golden eye's that looked much too old for her. She looked like a goddess.
She gave him a sad smile, full of pitty.
Shouldn't he be in hell? He should be burning. He should feel pain. Mabye this was a special punishment? Would the woman leave? Would he never again see another person? Would his greatest fear come true? Would he continue to be alone?
He tried to speak, but he only seemed able to cough up blood.
It was then he realised he was still injured.
It wasn't life thretaning, but it was still bad. He could feel his broken bones shifting as he sat up. His chest stung. 3... No 4 broken ribs. Broken arm... Arms. He knew both of his legs were broken. Did he have a punctured lung? He though he did. His hand... Both of his hands were also broken. He was coverd in cuts. He had 19 stab woonds at random spots in his body... He had one very large cut on his temple.
"It's ok, you don't need to talk." The woman's voice was soft and kind. It confused him. Only 5 people had ever spoken to him with kindness, and all of them were dead. He was sure that, if his vishion was clear, there would be kindness in her eye's.
He maniged a grunt in return.`
The woman spoke again, her voice still confusingly kind. "Today you, Kakashi Hatake, will be given the ultimete gift!"
She gave him a big smile, true happiness radiated from her.
He gave her a questioning look.
"Oh! That's right! I haven't explained anything to you yet!" He was sure that she had made some kind of movement, but his vision was too blurry to tell.
"Ok! So, I am the great, beautiful and wonderful Kami!"
He felt his eye's widen and his jaw drop. How was it possible?! Why would the all seeing Kami want to give him a gift?!
"So, basically, me and Time made a deal. I would give him 200 or so years to control, and he would stop bugging me for the next thousand or so years! I normally don't do much and just let you lot do as you please, but Time wanted to play with you people a bit. He never really had much respect for anyone who wasn't immortal, sooo this hapened! He completely messed everything up! There was a natural order! Then he just put his middle finger up to that, didn't he? Anyway, back on topic! I, the Great Kami, have chosen to change what Time has done!"
Kakashi Hatake's world had just been turned upside down.
What did all this mean!? What did it have to do with him!?
"And I have chosen you to help me do it!"
WHAT!? Why would anyone want his help! He was bad luck! He was a curse! He killed everyone he cared about!
"I will send your soul back to your past body! I will return your mind to that of your physical body! I will change what little I want to in order to help you save the world! I will let you keep your memories, and your messed up mental state! Not only that, but I shall give you three gifts!"
She held up one finger.
"1! You will have a massive chakra reserve! Of corce it will shatter your control, but, do I care? NO!"
She held up a second finger.
"2! You will have an amazing singing voice! Don't ask! Just go with it! Do I care that you don't sing? NO!"
She held up a third finger.
"3! I will give you the powers of the great Nico Di Angelo! Who is that, you ask? MY FAVORET BOOK CHARECTOR! DISS DI ANGELO AND DIE! Why his powers? YOU WILL NEVER KNOW! Will you be able to control his amazing powers? YES! YOU SHALL GO OFF INSTINCT AND YOU SHALL KNOW HOW TO DO IT FROM THEIR! Well, you won't be able to sommon dead people and skelitens, or sommon anything really, but you still have HIS AMAZING POWERS OVER DEATH AND SHADOWS AND HELLFIER AND SHIT LIKE THAT!"
Kakashi's mind was too tired to question her. He just tried to process the info in his slowing mind. He couldn't think properly. He felt like his body was being pulled down.
"I have changed the past a bit to help you along your way! You'll still enter the academy when your 5! But everyone else will enter when they're 8! 5 Is too bloody young for anyone else to enter! What were they thinking! 5 Year olds just don't have the necessary chakra! It's destroying their chakra coil's! By the way, that means everyone, Obito and Rin included, will be older than you!"
She snapped her fingers.
"There. Done. Oh, and try to act normal! You may have a few broken bones, by the way!"
The pull on Kakashi got stronger and stronger. His eye's slid shut and he bit his lip. He couldn't move... The pull was beginning to hurt his beaten body. He felt like he was being squashed. He felt like he was being burnt. Like he was being rewritten. He felt nothing and everything.
Then he felt no pain.
He felt a rush of energy, like he could fight anyone, do anything! His eye's snapped open. He instantly recognized the room he was in. His old room, back from when his dad was alive.
He looked down to see a tiny body. His body. From what he could tell, he was wearing the same plain clothes he wore to bed as he did when he was 5. So was he 5 then? He was small enough. His hair flopped over his eye's, the way it always did when he didn't wear his Hatai-ate. He brushed it back. It flopped in front of his eye's again. Ugh! Fine, whatever.
He didn't care that he wasn't wearing his mask. They were all alive. His friends, his sensei, his father...
His dad was alive again.
He jumped to his feet, just to fall back on the bed clutching his chest. Yep, his ribs were definitely broken. He surveyed his body for any other damage. He couldn't see anything else. He ran his hand across his forehead. Wait, why was his hand damp? He looked at his hand closely. Blood. Damn, he had a f***ing head injury.
But Kakashi couldn't seem to focus on the pain, all he could think about was his dad, Sakumo Hatake. If he was alive... Kakashi couldn't even think about it. His life would mean something more than... Than to be a meaningless sacrifice. He would be able to look at himself in the mirror.
He felt the childish urge to find him. To seek comfort from his dad, like a small child after a nightmare. He got up, ignoring the pain. He staggered towards the door, his small body not able to handle the strain. But he didn't care. He needed to see his dad.
He swung his bedroom door open, he didn't care that he had slammed it. He shot down the hallway, into his dads room. His ALIVE dad's room! He threw the door open, he saw his dad's body shoot up, as any ninja's would after being woken up by a loud noise. Sakumo's eye's shot to the door, a kunai in his hand. But Kakashi didn't care.
He dived at the man he hadn't seen for so long. He wrapped shaky arms around his dad's waist, burying his face in the man's chest. He was alive! Alive! He tightened his grip on the jounin. He couldn't let go! He wouldn't let go!
Kakashi felt arms rap around him.
His dad was hugging him! He had thought it would never happen again!
He could feel tears forming in his eye's. He couldn't hold back. He felt his shoulders shake. Loud sobs escaped him. He was pushed away from his dad. He looked up at his dads concerned face.
He saw his dads eye's widen at the blood covering his face. He shook off his dad's arms and hugged him again. His dad... He was alive. His eye's became heavy, his grip losened a bit. He shut his eye's as tight as he could. It would be ok now. He wasn't alone now.
He let his mind fade away. It would be ok now...
He wasn't alone...
Sakumo Hatake was having a lovely dream.
His wife was still alive. His son was still his normal happy self. He wasn't a shinobi anymore, but he had still made enough to support his family. Life was good.
But all good thing's come to an end.
A loud SLAM pulled him from his sleep.
He shot up from his bed, a kunai ready in his hand. Was there an attack? Was Kakashi ok?
He didn't know what to think, though, when he just saw his son, Kakashi, at the door. He couldn't see his son's face, but he could tell he was in pain. Was he injured? Had there been an attack? He was stunned when Kakashi, a boy he had never seen cry, ran at him and clung to his chest like a life-line. He was even more stunned when he herad his son's, his Kakashi's, hart renching sobs.
He pulled his arms around his son in a weak effort to comfort the boy, but it only seemed to make him sob harder. He put his hands on Kakashi's shoulder and pushed him back. His eye's widened. His son, the reason he lived, was covered in blood.
Kakashi shook off his hands, and wrapped his arms back around his waist.
Kakashi was bleeding? WHY WAS KAKASHI BLEEDING!?
He felt the weight on his chest increased, and Kakashi's sobs died down to a sniff. Kakashi had fallen asleep.
Or had he passed out?!
He laid Kakashi down on his bed, he had to check for more injuries.
Kakashi had a large gash on his forehead. It wasn't too dangerous, unless it was left unattended. 1... No 3 broken ribs. How had this happened? Who had done this? Who was going to die?!
Rage bubbled up in his chest.
Someone had hurt his son.
And that person was going to die.
But first, Kakashi needed medical help.
Most medical jutsu's wern't ok to use on children, as their young body would often reject the new invaiding chakra, so anything he knew would be useless.
He picked Kakashi up, cradling the young child to his chest. Rushing out of the house, Sakumo didn't even bother to lock the door.
How had someone gotten into his home?! Who would dare to do such a thing?! Then this person, who had gotten into his house undetected, attacked his son! How had he not been woken up!? Who was stupid enough to do this?! He didn't know, but when he did, he would kill them. Slowly. He tightened his grip on Kakashi.
Kakashi was a child, damn it! And a child shouldn't have to feel such pain!
He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. But at the same time he didn't know what he wanted to do. He needed to get to the hospital! And he needed to do it quickly!
The body flicker tecknique! How had he not thought of it before!
In a swirl of leaves, he was in the hospital.
Kakashi felt like he was walking on clouds! He couldn't feel the invisible pain in his chest that had been there since his childhood. He didn't know why, and he didn't remember much, but he felt safe.
It felt unnatural to him. To feel safe.
But he didn't care. Why should he? Even if he died, there would be no loses, right?
But... What had happened? Why did he feel so... Safe? He shouldn't feel like this. Maybe he should open his eye's. But... He felt much too tired to do so.
His arm felt itchy. Wait... Was that an IV drip? Why would he have one of them? Had someone been trying to keep him alive? Well, they should stop.
But what the hell had happened? He remembered dying. After he killed Obito... Again. But then what happened? He knew something had... He could feel it.
The woman! Kami! She had sent him back in time!
Well, it wasn't really time travel, was it? She had just sent back his soul. And given him a few extra abilities. Like... Who the hell was Nico Di Angelo? Eh, who cared? She HAD said that he would need to go off instinct. And...
Dad was alive.
Kakashi had never thought about 'what if's. No, he had always consentraited on the 'what was' and how it will never happen again. So, he had never really contemplated what he would do if Sakumo never died. So, at the moment he had no idea how to act. Should he act like he always does? But... He doesn't want to act around his dad. Should he act like he did when he was a kid?
"I will return your mind to that of its physical body!"
So now he had the mind of a 5 year old? Ugh. Yay! So, he guessed that meant he would have a bunch of childish urges? So all he had to do was give in to them, right? No one would really suspect anything then.
He had a feeling it would be fun to act like a kid again. His childhood had ended when he was 5 years old. When Sakumo had committed suiside.
He tried to open his eye's again, but all he could manage was a flutter.
He was so tired.
Maybe he should go to sleep. Maybe he will wake up soon, and realize this was a dream. Maybe he would finally die. Maybe Kami would let him die.
But Kami is an ass, and this wasn't a dream.
(A/N) Hello! This is my first story, so please go easy on me!
What do you lot think of this? I don't think it's any good, but that's just me.
I am a huge Kakashi fan, and I adore young Kakashi. But I got really angry when I realized that even now, after he has done so much, he is still underapritiated. Yeah, he is the copy nin and everything, but he is also a key plot character! And he is often vilinised in the fandom. I have found hundreds of Kakashi bashing fanfics, yet only about 40 or so fanfics that explore his character, and what he went though.
Alot of people hate Kakashi for leaving Naruto, because they think it's obvious who Naruto's dad is, and Kakashi should have taken care of him. Well, I don't think it's obvious, other than the hair and eye's. But a lot of people are blond or have blue eye's. Naruto looks more like his mom, who Kakashi didn't really know.
Also, Kakashi would have not been able to care for a child. First off, he was 14 at the time, secondly, he would have not been stable. The last person he truly cared for, the last person he could rely on, had just died. Kakashi wasn't even mentally ok before that! Minato's death would have destroyed what little mental stability Kakashi had left, and I would not have an insatiable TWEEN take care of a child.
Just saying.