Minato had wanted to say goodbye. He longed to hold the child he loved so much. That child was his only thing left, the remainder of his family. That child had felt pain. More than Minato himself would ever know. He had found his father dead and watched his friends leave. Minato was all he had left.
Minato had wanted to hug him but they had said no contact. For tonight was the night where Minato must kill the child he loved so much.
" He has seen too much!" an elder yelled.
"He is the white fangs son!" Sakumo's old teammate yelled.
"I do not want a half sharingan wielder to live. It is far too dangerous." Fugaku yelled.
"There is no need for him" a civilian yelled.
He did not want this. To kill the child sleeping two rooms away. He walked
into the room and laid the sharp blade on the child's neck and ended it fast
and painless. He looked at his hands and screamed at the blood on his hands. He screamed and screamed just wanting to kill himself too. He couldn't live without the boy he'd come to love as a son.
Minato awoke to a small silver haired child knelt down beside him.
"Minato are you ok?" The child asked worried.
Minato quickly realized it was just a dream.
"All a dream...?" he whispered then realized the child was not leaving.
He was wearing his father's old Jounin uniform and looked like a smaller version of him. His beautiful face was uncovered and his sharingan looked like fire in comparison to his other blue eye.
Minato lifted the small child on to his bed then Minato wrapped his arms around him
and finally answered his question.
"I am now Kakashi!" He said as he felt Kakashi cuddle into him. "I am now."