His Beloved Son, a naruto fanfic

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Kakashi made waking up to face another day bearable.

Having the honour, the distinct privilege, of watching him grow into a strong, healthy, independent young boy, the chance to witness his growth as not only a shinobi of definite character, but as a person as well, was more than worth taking all of the harsh criticism he had to endure every day.

To see him tilt his head in curiosity, lips parting in awe, before splitting into the most dazzling smile he had ever seen in all of his years of living... it was well worth all of the anger, the abuse, directed towards him on a daily basis.

Observing his personality strengthen and continually grow was enough to make all of their sharp words of spite, vilification and disgust melt away into nothingness, much akin to the snow that Kakashi so frequently found homage in.

Being an integral part of the small boy's life had always been enough.

Kakashi always brought the light, the shine, back into his eyes and heart, even if it was only to be displayed within the restricted confines of his own home; it had never mattered, as long as his son was with him, remained by his side, on his side, for whatever was left of his crippled existence.

Now…

He could only pray that he would forgive him for being so selfish.

The blood that stained the floor ingrained itself into the wooden fibres of the planks beneath his bluing corpse, the only reminder to Kakashi that his father had indeed loved him being the crimson liquid that now permeated his very existence, his father's life taken in order to strengthen his own.

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a/n: Sakumo has always intrigued me, so I wanted to experiment with his character a little, with a somewhat vague interpretation of what could have been his last thoughts before he killed himself.

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