Alrighty. First thing, this story is not compliant with the end of the manga. Second, this story is purely experimental. I am doing it for my own amusement and growth, and it is not edited y anyone other than me. That being said, critique is most welcome.

-Ash

When Kakashi Hatake died, no one knew about it for a week.

He had been on a month long mission to the Land of Tea, and supposedly had run into hostile enemies, a band of shinobi from one of the smaller villages that had not been involved with the war. A squad was sent after him when he didn't make contact with Konoha for two weeks.

They found him in pieces about a mile away from the border.

It wasn't surprising, really. Kakashi and his fellow ninja knew it was far more likely than not that he would die on the battlefield. With his combat record, it was amazing he had survived to the ripe old age of thirty three in the first place. Usually no one lived that long when they lived like Kakashi did, and those who did were later made into kage. After surviving ANBU and two wars, no one thought he could be taken out by some random group. His friends joked that it would take another war just to get rid of him.

However just because it was expected, that didn't make it easy.

The first ones to find out, of course, were the members of team 7. They were summoned to Tsunade's office on a Wednesday morning, at precisely eight o'clock. It was sunny and humid, a typical day in Konoha. Naruto, Sakura, Sasuke, Sai, and Yamato made their way to the hokage tower. They were ushered into the main office, and stood in front of the desk in varying arrays of confusion, expectation, and apparent apathy. No one spoke. After about two minutes, Naruto finally let out a groan, and shouted:

"Jeez granny, did you bring us here just to stare at us? I mean I know Sasuke thinks he's good looking, but staring at him is only going to encourage his behaviour."

Sasuke whacked him on the back of the head, earning a yelp and a glare, but no one spoke.

Tsunade swallowed, furrowed his eyebrows, and laid her hands flat on her desk. Finally, she looked at them, and let the proverbial bomb drop.

"Kakashi Hatake is dead."

The room grew completely silent. Naruto's fidgeting ceased. One could have heard a senbon drop.

Naruto, as Naruto tended to be, was the first to speak.

"Ha! Good one, granny. You got us. You had our attention, ya'know, you didn't have to-"

"This isn't a joke, Naruto."

The blonde ninja fell silent, sick realization spreading across his features.

"Do…. Do they know how?" Yamato said, his face pale and voice drawn, shaky.

Tsunade closed her eyes. "It appears he was ambushed. His throat was slit, and he was…. Taken apart." She responded.

"They…. and they are sure it's really Kakashi sensei?" Sakura said. "Not a fake, or-"

"No. It's definitely him."

Naruto, apparently broken out of his shock, responded.

"How? How did they beat him? They must have-"

"Did they get his Sharingan?" Sasuke interrupted, his voice cold.

Naruto's head whipped around. "Sasuke, what the hell?! He's dead, don't you even care? What the hell is your problem you-"

"I am thinking logically Naruto, you-"

"He cared about you, Sasuke! He almost died trying to-"

"Enough!" Yamato finally cut in. "Now is not the time for you two to be acting like children!"

"I did not call you here to discuss Kakashi's death. I called you here to give you each something." Tsunade said, her tone sharp. "If you wish to be a part of the investigation you may speak to me at a later time. Now" She said, pulling a piece of paper out of an envelope "before Kakashi died, he revised his will. He left things to all of you." Tsunade pushed the paper forward. After a few minutes of hesitation, Sakura was the one who picked the paper up, and slowly began to read its contents.

Last will and testament of Kakashi Hatake, Son of Sakumo and Seiyaka Hatake, heir of the Hatake clan.

I Kakashi Hatake, hereby bequeath my belongings and properties as follows: