I do not own Naruto if i did that sniveling emo bastard Sasuke would never have left
A fourteen year old Kakashi barely had time to even register the cries of the newborn babe in his arms as he sprang across the battlefield of the kyubbi. Wreckage tumbling around him, as shinobi flew past no longer fighting the kyubbi but a masked sharingn user, hell bent on destroying the village. Kakashi hardly cared about any of this. His sensei was gone, he felt so dead inside, so numb in shock, his mind not even beginning to compute what had just happened. But he had to carry out his sensei's last wish, no matter what happened. He had to protect his sensei's child, he had vowed it as the child was placed in his arms, and his sensei's slowly fading eyes had pleaded with him.
With an extra burst of speed Kakashi propelled himself and his precious cargo forward away from a falling building, dodging it quite effectively. To his horror he watched, just as he threw himself clear, another girl no older then himself did not. She curled in around herself protecting something clutched to her chest, as lose rubble from the edges of the wreckage pinged her body. Remembering the other duty his sensei had imparted to him, he ran back to try and save his comrade.
He saw it was pointless as soon as he reached down, her head was caved in like a watermelon splattering red and pink all over the dusty cement, and the precious bundle she had worked so hard to protect. Finally, Kakashi snapped out of the sort of trance he was in. Hearing its cries as well as those of his own blonde haired charge, he scooped the little baby who's hair was stained a bright pink by the gore into his arms. With a renewed sense of urgency Kakashi took off even faster then before heading towards the Uchiha compound. He could see no dust rising from it and so took off for it like a bat out of hell.
Once he arrived he could see he was sadly mistaken. It had already been a battle ground. With all the adults gone to fight the Kyubbi it was the children who had fought and it was the children's blood that flowed within the streets. Memories filled Kakashi's head, memories of Obito replicated fifty times over in this city within a city. He wanted to take to the nearest roofs and flee, from this horrible sight, but he could not, not unless he wanted to risk injuring the two bundles in his arms. So he kept to as fast a civilian run as possible, but with the smoothness of a ninja. Finally he came upon the exit out into the training grounds at the back, passing by the big house as he did.
Suddenley Kakashi turned and ran back for the second time that day. He had seen a hand move from the big porch's house.
"Please" the boy under the rafters begged, blood dripping from his outstretched trembling hand. "Please take me little brother. I have failed him. Please protect him as I could not." His eyes spun red taking in Kakashi's jounin vest, as he motioned to the hair so black it was almost blue, peeking from the sling across his front.
"You did not fail him" Kakashi whispered dead serious, as he did as he was bid. Settling the sling across his back and the two other children on the porch. "You gave your life for him, that is more than can be asked from any brother." Slowly he lowered the boy to the ground. "You are perfect in everyway" he promised the dyeing boy taking up the children in each arm again.
"His name is" taking in a labored breath "Sauske". The last word rattled with the boy's last breath, and the blazing red eyes closed. Stillness reigned once again, even the children were quite.
With the muted noise of the raging battle behind them, Kakashi fled into the trees carrying with him the will of fire.
Four years later an Eighteen year old Kakashi walked through tall summer grass late in the evening. Humming to himself as he always did, his hands in his pockets.
Three children waited. They were dirty and a bit unkempt, but in a good way, like kids who had played hard outside all day. The tallest and clearly the eldest of them sat on a fence post cross legged. His dark hair ruffled by the gentle breeze, his head in hands he stared off into the distance, a small smile on his face. An extremely thoughtful four year old. Below him trying his best not to look tired, and failing as a huge yawn flew to his lips was a little tow haired child. Catching him in the act as she ran past trying to catch a bug, a little pink haired girl scolded him, like she was years instead of only a few months older.
"Naru-chan, You are tired. I knew it! I knew it! We should have left you at home! Dad would be happier if you took a nap then if you insisted on being foolish!" Sakura huffed putting on airs, the sophisticated words sounding ridiculous in her squeaky voice. Then the hyper active girl's head snapped up like a bloodhound on the scent, pausing mid twirl.
"Sauske?" she questioned hopefully
The little black eyed black haired boy nodded softly, and then in a flash the three were off, bounding down the hill.
"Im going to win this time Sakura-chan." Sauske called out with a gleeful determination. Neck and neck with his sister, they sped through the grass.
"No way!" She yelled, "I won last-" she was cut off as Naruto shoved them both out of the way. Cackling evilly as he sabotaged his siblings, he turned left jumped a fence and threw himself off the hill behind it.
"Yahhhhhhh, Tou-san" Naruto cried flying through the air and landing in Kakashi's arms. "Your home. You'll never believed what happened, I-" Naruto continued babbling incomprehensibly, telling Kakashi about his week. The other two children soon caught up to them, bounding up just as enthusiastically. Sakura talking faster then Naruto if that were possible, telling her Dad all about what she and her invisible friend, also named Sakura had done. Sauske much calmer, but with much more pride in his voice, as he told his father about his own accomplishments.
The strange family walked home under the setting sun. Naruto slowly falling asleep on his father's back. The rough weave of his father's vest making marks on his whiskered face. Sakura bounded on ahead, still talking a mile a minute. Sauske sulked quietly behind. Sakura had tattled on him, and the pout settled quiet nicely into his face. Still he kept one hand in his father's, as did Sakura pulling them forward. Slowly, tiny legs pumping fast to keep up with long ones, they made their way up the hill. As the stars began to twinkle into existence overhead, behind them emerged a great bowled valley covered in summer grass. The grass swept all the way over strangely shaped hills, steel beams occasionally poking out like the ribs of some huge skeleton, until it hit the great granite cliff of the mountain. On the mountain sat four faces, etched in stone sat watching as one candle of the will of fire greeted their father, protector and savior and made their way home.
It had been beyond difficult the first few weeks, Kakashi remembered, now 21 as he watched the three eight year olds run down into the valley, with ninja quickness they hadn't possessed four years ago. They had barely survived those first few weeks, he hadn't known what to do at all. One infant is hard three is nearly impossible, especially when you're trying to survive in the wilderness, avoiding foreign ninja coming to pick up bloodlines for themselves, bandits, and other scavengers. But slowly people had learned to avoid the place, it was protected still by some remnants, and the aura was enough to keep most people away.
He wondered about his children sometimes, if he was doing the right thing, raising them this way. There was no difference to them between normal things and ninja things. They had simply seen their father do things and done them as other children learned how to walk and speak. All the other adults they came into contact with were the same, they didn't know any better. Still Kakashi wondered if they shouldn't have just moved to some small civilian town somewhere. No he told himself, they're safe here, and happy. Things were improving too, looking up. Slowly their network was growing, as Konaha came back together.
Naruto, Sakura, and Sauske made their way across the ruins of their former home, playing a deadly game of hide and seek. The rules were complex and known only to them, but it involved Kunai, the body flicker technique, and various bases around the ruins of Konaha.
"Hey, if it isn't Kakashi's brats." A loud voice called out to them. Instantly they all disappeared.
"He snuck up on us again" Sakura sighs, tucked on her stomach between Naruto and Sasuke. Her long pink hair was hidden in a kerchief, and in her little hand was clutched a Kunai.
"I wish he didn't," Sasuke griped. "I was winning"
"No you weren't" hissed Sakura, "I was, your just complaining cause he scared you."
"Hey Jiraya-san over here", their little brother popped up out of the grass, and waved. Once again derailing them as was his habit. His siblings tackled him but it was already too late. By the time Jiraya found them they were a mass of loud arguing limbs. As he pulled apart the grass, they all instantly sprang up, to face him, hands clasped behind their backs. The proper at rest position for superiors.
"Dad's gonna be so glad you're here." Naruto chirped.
"Yah he needs new reading material" Sakura responded, equally as happy.
"No he doesn't Forehead, he needs better reading material" Sasuke huffed.
"Yeah and you need a knuckle sandwich, Pasty" Sakura growled back.
"Enough, you two, spare me your bickering for two seconds. Now tell me Naruto how goes training the Kyubbi." The sannin asked as he steered them up the hill, towards lunch.