Chapter 1: Broken Honor
Konoha, Hatake Manor:
He couldn't take it anymore. The pain. The humiliation. The hatred. The disappointment. Sakumo Hatake, the White Fang of Konoha, couldn't take it. Not anymore. The pain of it all. It was too much to bear. During one of their important missions, he had two choices at that time: abandon your comrades and complete the mission or abandon the mission and save your comrades. Sakumo took the second choice. It didn't feel right to him to abandon his comrades. But the outcome of it was not of what he expected. Actually, he probably knew that this would happen if he abandoned the mission. The hatred among the villagers grew within each passing day. The disappointment from his comrades that he had saved sneered at him. Not to mention his own son, Kakashi, was disappointed in him as well. He began to distant himself from him. He knew that his son didn't liked being compared with his father. It was because of him that his son wasn't being accepted on any genin squad. Everything that has been happening to Kakashi…
Was his fault.
Perhaps it would be better if he left this world. Free of all this pain. He could be free.
A storm was brewing outside of his home. The thoughts of doubt began to enter his mind as he walked towards the living room. No one in the village will forgive him of abandoning the mission. They probably never will. But at the very least, he was able to save his comrades. Even though they weren't grateful towards him. He sat down, indian style, in the middle of the living room, looking at the closed doors as lightning flash on them. He unzipped his flak jacket and took out a kunai from his pouch; aiming it at his heart. There was no going back for him now.
"Live strong, Kakashi. Become a great shinobi...a better one...than me." Sakumo said softly as a stream of tears fell from his dark eyes. Then he plunged his kunai into his heart. It was excruciating. He twisted the kunai more, letting the blood flow from his wound and onto the floor. He fell onto his side, watching the lightning light up the room. The sound of thunder roaring and rain pouring outside somehow calmed him. His eyes slowly closed as the heat of his body began to fade away. Then everything turned black.
I'm sorry, Kakashi...I'm so sorry that I was a disappointment to you...please...forgive me...
Those were Sakumo's last thoughts before he succumbed to the darkness.
Some say that broken objects can be fixed, but can a broken person be fixed?
That question is the beginning of our story.