Chapter 2

Naruto's perspective

I ran out of the hallway, energy surging through me.

The Yodamine, fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze—the Yellow Flash, my father was alive! I felt like laughing out loud, until I smashed into somebody. I looked up at a boy, who was glaring at me, and he seemed completely undeterred after my crash. How did he do that? He shouldn't have enough chakra control to be able to stay upright after that—I was practically twice his weight!

"Are you one of the idiots my uncle brought?" He grumbled and I felt like yelling indigently, I wasn't an idiot!—usually . . . most of the time!

"Uh, yes . . .?" I said, feeling confused after my initial annoyance passed. Who was this kid's uncle? And why was he here . . . wait! My brain finally connected the dots. He must be Kakashi! "Is your name Kakashi?"

"Yes," He said, and if possible, his voice got even more annoyed. I noticed he had a hitai-ate on, even though he was probably seven. He couldn't be a genin already, which meant he must've taken his father's hitai-ate and started playing with it . . . .

"Are you playing ninja? Where's you dad?" I looked around, not noticing mini-Kakashi's venomous glare.

"My father is dead," he said in a cold, dead voice. It chilled me to the bone. How was this guy Kakashi-sensei? "And for your other question, I'm not a genin." So he was playing! But then how did he get the hitai-ate if his dad was . . . .

"Where did you get the hitai-ate then if your not genin?" I asked, but he ignored me completely. I felt my eye twitch at his ignorance. Why does he act like he's so much better than us?

"I'm chunin," he said coldly, dark grey eyes boring into me. The look was seriously creepy coming from a little kid. I shuddered again, I couldn't see how this guy would change into the person who now shoved green junk into my face and told me to eat it. And wait . . . chunin? How had he—? He was seven!

A comforting hand rested on my shoulder. "Kaka—Urushi-sensei!" I said, surprised at Kakashi-sensei's sudden appearance.

"Good morning Arashi. Ma, Kakashi, don't you have training?" Kakashi-sensei smiled.

"Training is at 10:00. I usually get there at 9:00. It's currently 8:35, I'll be fine," younger Kakashi said smoothly. What—? Kakashi actually coming, not just on time, but before training.

I glared at him, "Urushi-sensei . . ." I let menace seep into my tone.

"Naruto . . ." Kakashi-sensei sighed after he'd checked his younger self had gone. "I have reasons why I'm late all the time, and no, it's not just because of the road of life," he smiled at my open mouth that was about to spill angry accusations.

"Why didn't you tell us about your father?" I instead asked. Kakashi-sensei should know that he could share anything.

Kakashi-sensei's one eye closed for awhile. "Ma, Naruto . . ." His voice was weary. "There are reasons why I don't tell you about things." With that, he stood on the windowsill precariously. "Get Sakura and go to the training field. I'll meet up with you later." Kakashi gave an eye-smile. "Ja ne."

Before I could complain about him being late again, he disappeared. I lazily put my arms behind my head and walked down the hallway to the room we were staying in. "Sakura!" I yelled loudly.

With a vicious slam, the door was slammed shut and Sakura got out. "Hello Naruto," she smiled innocently, but I got the message: do not test my patience Naruto. I nodded swiftly, and we locked up the house and jumped onto the roofs.

I noticed the roofs were different then what they were before. What could've had the power and strength to cause such mass destruction, that so many homes and buildings had to be rebuilt? Then I remembered . . . the Kyuubi attack. I gulped. I had technically, killed my own father. The kyuubi was in me, and a part of me. Was I my dad's killer.

"Arashi," Sakura grumbled and pushed me.

"Eh!" I squeaked as I was smashed backwards, and out of my thoughts, from her chakra-enforced flick. "What did I do Sasami?" I yelled, remembering her fake name in a nick of time.

"Keep concentrated!" she yelled again. I nodded quickly to avoid another bruise. Though I had a feeling, on the way to the training grounds, there were many more to come.

At the training grounds, Sakura hopped gracefully down from the trees, while I more of limped/dragged myself down. I was exhausted, why did Sakura had to be a replica of Tsnuade, rage and all?

Minato—my father, smiled nervously at my state, and Sakura, who had obviously caused it.

"Good morning!" She smiled perkily and I felt like growling. Ugh . . . I was trying to make a good first impression on my dad! Not that he knew who I was . . . .

"Erm, hello," Minato grinned hesitantly. "I'm Namikaze Minato, and I'm Kakashi's sensei," he gestured to an irritated Kakashi.

"Yo," Kakashi said grumpily.

"Now, let's introduce ourselves!" I couldn't help but laugh at Kakashi's unenthusiastic expression, compared to Minato's cheerful gaze. "Your likes, dislikes, goals and ambitions!" I felt a wave of deja vu flow through me. That seemed to be exactly what Kakashi-sensei had said on the rooftop when we had met.

"Why don't you go first," Kakashi said in a dead-pan voice.

Minato chuckled and ruffled Kakashi's hair to the said boy's displeasure. I managed a crooked smile—thank Kami Kakashi-sensei didn't do that with us . . . . "Okay!" Minato chirped, and flashed a grin. "I already told you my name, I like eating ramen, I dislike depressive things, and my ambition . . . is to become the Hokage!"

I felt like crying tears of joy. My dad, was so much like me! Before I could start crying or something, Minato nodded at Kakashi who reluctantly stood up. "I'm Hatake Kakashi. I don't like many things, and dislike a lot. I don't feel like sharing my dreams with you." Well. At least Kakashi-sensei didn't change much.

Minato smiled uncertainty, "Eh . . . ."

I stood up eagerly, "I'm Uzumaki Arashi! I love ramen! I dislike the lines to get ramen, or when the ramen gets cold! My ambition is to become the Hokage!" Who cares if I just changed the past and may-or-may not have killed off tons of people! I wanted to be Hokage and nothing to deter me from it. I sat down, and continued to smile and mini-Kakashi who seemed to be glaring at me.

"Um, where's Urushi-sensei?" I said, realizing that Kakashi-sensei was no where to be found. I quit looking around the clearing, despite the fact we were twenty years in the past, Kakashi-sensei still was going to be late. Hopefully not too late.

"I can't believe I'm related to that lazy bum!" Kakashi snarled. I resisted the urge to laugh. Oh yes, they were related all right.

"Erm, how about you Sasami?" Minato quickly diverged to conversation to avoid a full-on tantrum with Kakashi yelling about how awful his future self was.

"I'm Haruno Sasami. I'm a medic, and I like healing people, I dislike . . . when I can't save them. And my ambition is to become strong enough so I can save a friend," Sakura smiled sadly at the last part. Sasuke . . . .

"Okay, today, we're going to spar," Minato smiled, ever-so cheerful. "I'll spar with Sasami first, and Arashi, you and Kakashi will spar together. The only rules is that you can't kill each other—all ninjitsu, genjitsu, and taijitsu is allowed!"

Yes! Mini-Kakashi-sensei was going down! Except the fact he was chunin . . . but that couldn't mean much right? He was practically half my age!"Yosh, ready, set—go!" Minato announced.

Sakura's perspective

I grinned in eagerness.

By the look of Minato's aloof smile, he was not expecting a medic to have very much power or attacks. Well, this would be the last time he underestimated people. Or girls. Or medics. Or anything really.

"Chaaaa!" I snarled, gathering my chakra in my fist. One . . . two . . . three! I released the chakra right as my fist hit something hard. It cracked and I felt my anger rise as I realized Minato had dodged. Even though this was Naruto's dad, there was no guarantee that he would escape unscathed! One does not simply insult Sakura Haruno!

Minato appeared behind me and he smiled cheekily. "Well, your good at punching," he offered. I smiled evilly. He could say that again.

Half of the training field was filled with cracks, and in some places, the ground had split open. Saying I was good at punching was an understatement. "Get over here!" I yelled, pouring chakra into my feet, speeding up my running pace.

Minato Namikaze, known as the Yellow Flash. And for good reason too. Every punch destroyed the training ground more, and every punch, he dodged with ease. I'd I have to trick him into the open . . . . Wait. Where was he? I searched around quickly.

Up? Left? Right? Back? If he wasn't there than . . . "He must be down!" I yelled as I focused all my chakra into my punch. In comparison, the previous punches were like gentle strokes. The ground was torn apart, dirt flying in the air and when the dust settled, I saw a thoroughly shocked Minato. Ah, reminded me of Kakashi-sensei.

Where was that lazy-excuse of a sensei anyways?

Right as I was buried in thoughts, Minato leaped forward, kunai in hand. This was my chance! I ducked the kunai, and grabbed his arm. Unable to move, I swept my other arm around in an arc. "Chaa!" I cried as my chakra enforced punch made its way to his chest. I made sure not to break any bones, though I was pretty sure Minato had learned his lesson.

After I had set him down he began to recover. "Thanks . . . Sasami," He smiled weakly—did that guy never stop? He was just like Naruto! Well . . . they were father and son. "Your like a mini-Tsunade . . ." he said. I cringed slightly at his words, mini-Tsunade no, but as her student . . . .

"Ah, let's watch Kakashi and Arashi's match," I smiled quickly, distracting Minato before he could connect the dots.

Kakashi and Naruto were still sparring, until I noticed Kakashi step back a bit and start going through seals slow enough for me to recognize them. Ox, hare, horse, monkey, horse—chidori! Why was he using that? I thought Kakashi-sensei said that was a assassination technique!?

Then again, hadn't he also said that he had created it and wasn't sure of its power?

Even so, I do try to make an effort that Naruto doesn't die. I slowly made way to stand up as the blue light covered Kakashi's hands.

"Chidori!" he yelled and ran forward, aiming for Naruto.

Naruto's perspective

Unfortunately, despite being seven, mini-Kakashi was good at sparring.

For every kick and punch I threw, he dodged and blocked, also throwing in some of his own attacks. We were caught in a standstill. The only way one of us would win was through chakra exhaustion, or stamina. My body tensed as it braced itself for the heavy blows Kakashi was making. Another punch . . . I dodged. It was slightly amusing that I was going on defense . . . against a seven year-old.

He paused his attacks, and his hands went through the seals for . . . "Katon: Goukakyuu no Jutsu!" (Fire-style: fireball jutsu) Flames burst out of Kakashi's mouth and scorched the grass. I yelped in shock and flipped backward, feeling the heat on my back. How did Kakashi know that technique?!

Fine then! It was time to counter! "Kage bunshin no jutsu!" I yelled, as eighteen other me's ran forward, fists ready. Kakashi seemed shocked at the clones, but soon he ducked under the punches and headed through the crowd, dispersing them with a kunai.

"Where—" Poof. "Are—" Another clone gone. "You—?" Kakashi growled angrily, kunai in both hands.

Not bothering to answer I sent the last remaining four clones sliding at him. "U-zu-ma-ki!" the four clones slide at Kakashi and kicked him up into the air. The silver-haired chunin managed to avoid the main force of the kicks, but was still propelled up. "Naruto Barrage!" I yelled, and kicked him in the stomach.

Winded, Kakashi leap back. He had dirt on his hands, and was sweating, but he had the strength to somehow continue. Placing his hands together he started making hand-seals slowly—he was doing something unfamiliar or new. I stared at the seals he was making: ox . . . hare . . . horse . . . monkey . . . horse . . . .

Dang it! I leap back quickly, but not before the high pitched sound reached my ears. This was bad if he was using that move. Blue light enveloped Kakashi's hand, and he rushed towards me.

"Chidori!"