Hi guys! I rewrote Shattered Glass (the old one). Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
Kakashi was late.
Sakumo leapt from tree to tree, searching through the thick green forest for any sign of the silver haired five-year-old boy.
There was none.
Kakashi was never late, especially not for dinner. Something was wrong.
Something was very wrong.
Putting down his kunai, five-year-old Kakashi Hatake, child of Sakumo Hatake, and an acclaimed genius dispelled the Shadow Clone he had been sparring with. The training grounds were eerily silent, devoid of the usual gentle sounds of birds chirping and animals scurrying among the thick undergrowth, which now crunched with the occasional footstep. Looking around warily, he raised he kunai in a protective position once more.
There were people crouched in the bushes, surrounding him, hiding silently.
"Show yourself!" his five-year voice yelled, surprisingly steady despite being surrounded by ninjas.
Silence.
Then, slowly, five, six, seven Konoha Jonins stepped from the undergrowth.
"Surrender, and we won't hurt you. Yet." One of them growled.
Kakashi stared at the seven Jonin, then slowly raised his hands up into the air, a sign of defeat. As they started to approach him, he began to weave signs at a speed too fast for the human eye to see, going through one sign after another until the jutsu was ready.
"Earth Style: Mud Wave Jutsu!" he yelled. The ground began shaking, and Kakashi turned and ran as the Jonin behind him stumbled and yelled out in outrage and surprise. Then, the world went black.
When Kakashi woke up, the first thing he noticed that his mask was missing. The next, he was naked but for a pair of pants. The third, that his hands were chained to the ceiling so that his feet barely grazed the ground. A rag was stuffed in his mouth, a cloth tied around his head so he could not spit it out, a blindfold tied tightly around his eyes.
"Finally woken up, little Hatake?" A voice hissed. A cool kunai was touched to his stomach, and Kakashi shuddered. "You might wonder why I'm doing this." A dark laugh. The knife slowly was traced up, toward his ribs. "My wife was tortured and killed by enemy ninja… because your father could not obey simple rules." The knife reached his ribs, paused, then continued up. "I am going to make you scream…" the knife reached his neck. "I am going to make you beg for mercy…" the knife stopped. "I am going to make you beg for death…"
The blade dug into Kakashi's flesh, and dragged down. Kakashi screamed.
Sakumo's eyes burned, his body felt leaden and weighed down. But he continued to search. Six days, Kakashi had been missing. Six days, without rest or food he had searched. Six days, he had been weighed down with guilt.
This was his fault.
His damned fault, that Kakashi had been kidnapped.
That mission, that damned mission! Anyone, anyone, could have Kakashi in their grasp. He could be going to pain, torture, and it was Sakumo's fault. His son, his only remaining family, was gone. Missing.
Black dots gathered at the corners of his vision, and he rapidly attempted to blink them away. Instead, he felt the ground surging toward him. Then, nothing.
He woke up and sat up stock straight, then collapsed back down as he almost lost consciousness. Again.
"Kakashi..." he softly moaned, his voice hoarse and rough.
"Water, first. Then Kakashi," a sweet voice answered. A glass of water was placed at his lips, and he drank greedily, vision clearing with each sip. Before him, on the ground, sat a young child. Five, at the most. She had porcelain white skin, hair wrought of night, and eyes shining silver. She was wearing Chuunin gear, however, and had a leaf headband on. (Basically Kakashi's gear when he was in Team Minato, but black.) Behind her was sheathed a long katana, and she had a weapons pouch strapped to her leg.
She was five.
"Are you a ninja?" He asked, sitting up again and staring at her skeptically. In response, she whipped out a kunai and threw it at him, slicing off a single hair. A shuriken then proceded to slice the hair in half, the kunai pinning the shuriken to the nearest wall. "Do you know any jutsu?"
In response, she pointed at his body, where there had been several cuts from sharp branches and stones as he grew clumsier by the day. But now, they were gone. Vanished, as if they had never been there.
"Healing jutsu?"
"And elemental Jutsu." Sakumo stared at her in amazement.
"But, you're five!"
"Your son's not the only genius."
Staring at the girl in amazement, Sakumo attempted to get up. Instead, his body decided to collapse back down onto the bed. Damn it, damn it!
"Kakashi. Kakashi's missing."
"I know, Sakumo-san. I'm going to look for him." The girl told him, placing a small pouch of soldier pills in her pouch.
"I'm coming with you."
"No, you're not. You are going to stay in bed."
"I'm coming with you!"
"No, you're not." Sakumo struggled up, then collapsed onto the hard wooden floor with a cry of pain.
"You're too young," he protested. The girl turned around to glare at him, then she flashed out of sight and appeared next to him.
"I'm going to show you what I can do," she told him, then she grabbed a leather book from her pouch and handed it to him. He opened it. Inside were complicated Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, and Dojutsu he did not recognize. Unknown and new Taijutsu moves.
"You can't possibly know all of this."
"I do."
"I'm coming with you," Sakumo replied, grabbing a soldier pill from his pouch. She was by his side in an instant, and a light blue drink was suddenly poured into his mouth, which she wrenched open. She clamped her hands over his mouth and nose, and Sakumo felt his head growing light, his vision going dark.
"What's your name?" he asked, speech slurred.
"Rose Kinshinki."
Then, she vanished.
The pain was neverending.
Burning, tearing, ripping through him.
His voice was hoarse from screaming and begging, but it was the only thing he heard as he was forced to lie on a bed of shuriken, too weak to resist.
He could not remember his own name.
He could only remember pain.
Even from the outside, Rose could smell the tang of blood coming from the discrete concrete building, located in the border between the Leaf and the Sand. Being a child, it had taken her from dawn to dusk to reach this place, where Kakashi Hatake was being kept. Now, it was nearly ten in the night, and Rose was part of the darkness, creeping toward the concrete door. The entrance was guarded by six guards, each standing stock straight, alert and ready to attack.
Rose's shuriken darted out, coated with a paralyzing poison bought from Konoha. Stalking past the door, Rose heard the slither of steel drawn from it's sheath and whirled around, katana out. Steel met steel with a loud clang, her enemy, a full-grown Sand Jonin, was facing her, a maniac gleam in his eye. Although Rose was skilled, her opponent was experienced, and much larger. Slowly, she was being forced backwards toward a wall, until her katana shattered as it met the blade of the Jonin. Ducking under his legs, she started to weave hand signs.
"Katon: Gokakyu no Jutsu!" She yelled, and a ball of flame enveloped the man. When the flame cleared, Rose's opponent was laying face down, burned to a crisp. Guilt tugged at her heart, but she pushed it away and continued into the building.
Then, she heard the screaming. Not the screaming of a man, or a woman, but of a child, hoarse and raw. Kakashi.
Following the sound of torture, she strode down into the dark dungeons, a being of the shadows.
Sakumo woke up with a start. It was about eleven, the moon outside almost directly overhead. Sitting up abruptly, he swallowed a soldier pill and stood up, summoning Pakkun.
"Whatcha want?" Pakkun asked sleepily. "It's the middle of the night." Sakumo picked up the kunai she had thrown at his hair and held it up to Pakkun's nose.
"Can you scent a girl?"
"Yeah."
"Ok. Take me to her," Sakumo ordered Pakkun. Standing and stretching, Pakkun and Sakumo headed into the forest toward the direction of the Leaf-Sand border.
It was about two in the morning.
After waiting for four painful hours for Kakashi's current torture to stop, crouched in a corner in the shadows of the corridor, Rose was standing on tiptoes at the door, arms stretched and aching, carefully picking the lock. With a small, barely audible "click," Rose finally unlocked the door. Grasping the handle, she turned it and made to step aside. Outside in the hallways, an alarm started blaring.
"Shit!" she roared, and retreated to the back of the cell. There was a rack at the right side, the walls were decorated with all types of torture devices and was splattered with blood. Kakashi was tied down to a table, burns, gashes, bruises, and a broken arm adorning his body, blood pooled everywhere.
Four men stepped inside the door and drew their weapons, grinning at her. Rushing towards one of them, she disarmed one of the men and made to knock him out, but was forced to twist into the air as three shuriken were thrown at her.
"Hyoton: Roga Nadare no Jutsu!" she yelled, and an avalanche of ice formed by several wolves rushed toward the four men.
"Katon: Ryuka no Jutsu!" the four men all yelled. The wolves of ice hit only one of the men, who went down like a stone. Rose landed on the ground and stared hopelessly at the men. She was outmatched in numbers, strength, and experience.
Was she going to die?
No. No. No. She rushed at the men her kunai and shuriken flying.
"Katon: Hosenka no Jutsu!" She yelled, sending balls of flame shooting at the men. The men dodged them, and she ducked under one of their blades only to be met with three kunai, which hit her in the chest. There were three blades, sailing toward her, one katana and to kunai, about to hit her chest, and then-
All of the men slumped to the ground, and there stood Sakumo Hatake, eyes blazing, the tip of his blade dark with blood.
Handing Sakumo her cloak to wrap Kakashi in, Rose healed the cuts caused by the kunai and bandaged her shallow cuts. Sakumo made to pick Kakashi up, but Rose's hand landed on his arm and she spoke.
"As much as you want to carry your son, you have to fight off the guards that know we're here."
Sakumo stared at her, then slowly nodded. Rose wrapped Kakashi in her black cloak, and stared at Sakumo.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Yes."
Rose opened the door and burst out, Sakumo close behind her, and the two flew into the hallway. Rose, carrying Kakashi, sprinted out the door, and the ninja caught up to Sakumo and began to attack. So, the White Fang of the Leaf turned around and brought hell to the people who dared torture his son.
Hopping from tree to tree, Rose looked down as Kakashi moaned in pain from the jolting and caught sight of a nearby cave.
"That will have to do," she muttered.
Laying Kakashi down on the cloak, Rose placed her hands on one of the large gashes and green light emanated from her hands, the wound slowly closing. Soon, Sakumo landed beside her, staring anxiously at his son, face splattered with blood.
"I don't have enough chakra to heal everything," Rose told her. "Make him swallow the clear liquid, and then put water, dry, and put salve on the burns," Rose told Sakumo, laying out the tools and continuing to heal. After healing most of the medium and large gashes, as well as the patch of flesh melted away by acid, Rose's face was white and pale from chakra loss.
"That's enough," Sakumo told her. Removing her hands from his chance, Rose sighed and removed her cloak from under Kakashi's limp body.
"He'll survive," Rose told him. "I'm going to wash this. Put yours under him, so he isn't lying on stone."
Gathering up the black cloak, Rose walked to a nearby stream, the sun just starting to rise, sending a brilliant golden glow onto the earth and tinging the clouds nearby a purple-pink. As she sat down to wash her cloak, Rose started sobbing. She felt a hand rubbing her back, and knew it was Sakumo.
"I killed someone today, Sakumo-san. I killed someone."
"You also saved some, Rose-kun. You killed someone who was torturing and aiming to kill a five-year-old, innocent, child. You didn't kill a person, you killed a monster."
"I killed someone. I ended someone's life."
"I know, Rose-kun. I know."
"Father?" Kakashi asked, voice small and hoarse.
"Your father's sleeping," Rose replied.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Rose. Rose Kinshinki. I rescued you, with your father,"
"Do you have water?" He asked, then broke into a hoarse cough. A glass of water was handed to him, and he drank eagerly. As she reached to take the glass, Rose's hand brushed Kakashi's side, where an unhealed burn burst into pain. Terror swept through Kakashi as he remembered the hands that held the torches and flames to his side, that drove white hot metal into his skin.
"Don't touch me!" he screamed, crawling away from Rose's hand. The glass dropped to the ground and shattered, and a sound was building up in his throat, like a dying animal, and it burst out, Kakashi sobbing as he curled into a ball and rocked back and forth. Cautiously, Rose approached him and held him as he rocked and cried, until he finally fell asleep.
Sakumo watched the two children, sleeping side by side, and wondered why Rose had risked her life to save them. Something about that hair of night and those golden eyes silver eyes poked at his memory, a memory too blurry for him to remember.
Who was Rose Kinshinki?
Yay! This is basically the first three chapters combined into one.
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