I don't own Naruto. Made for the LJ fan fic bake off.
III
Kakashi tried not to see it.
To see his old sensei in his new student.
He tried to look passed the blue eyes that sent chills down his spine as they narrowed, the boy's entire body concentrating. He tried to wave the sense of déjà vu when a bright, swirling flash of light rose out of the boy as the rasengan took form.
But as Kakashi stood, transfixed at Naruto, standing in front of the whole village, with a ridiculous grin and matching robes draped over his form, Kakashi couldn't help but beat the sight of a familiar aura. A familiar, ghostly face.
Like father, like son.