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Key

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Flashback

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"What's so funny, Ero-sennin?" Naruto placed his glass on the table.

Jiraiya chuckled some more, shaking his head. "Nothing, brat."

"Grr. Don't call me brat!"

"Then don't call me Ero-sennin."

Silence prevailed until Naruto asked the same question as before.

There was a slight pause before Jiraiya answered.

"Just my mind playing tricks on me, that's all."

"How so?"

The sennin took a sip from his own glass.

"For a second there, I thought I saw him."

Naruto stared wide eyed at the Hokage. He tried forming the two words on his mouth but they wouldn't get passed his tongue. There was just no way… that name wouldn't work… it couldn't be done.

It was all a big mistake.

"B-but… I can't use that name… I can't use that name…" His mind was in overload. No thoughts were coming out right as he desperately tried to straighten them out. In the back of his mind, Naruto noticed that the two other men were looking at him weird, as if he didn't make any sense. Maybe he didn't. Naruto wasn't sure.

Distressed. That's what he was. Thoughts were jumping from one to the other.

"He who?" The blonde leaned over the table, waiting for the story that was sure to come.

However, Jiraiya gave him a speculated stare. A few minutes of heavy silence passed between them before the older one abruptly stood up.

"C'mon." Nothing else was said as Jiraiya left the restaurant, knowing Naruto would follow. The kitsune didn't disappoint. Routinely, Naruto slapped some cash onto the table and raced out of the restaurant.

"Who's 'he'? And where are we going?" He caught up with the white haired man.

"We're getting out of the vicinity of eavesdroppers."

"Why?"

"So I could answer your other question." Naruto didn't say anymore along the way, knowing that whatever Jiraiya told him, wasn't something to fool around with.

"What's wrong with that name?"

Naruto focused onto the hard, questioning stare from the leader of the village. With great difficulty, he formed some words together to get one coherent sentence out.

"W-what about the person who already has that name?" His voice came out shaky, eyes roving back down to the wooden floor. He missed the eye exchange between sensei and pupil.

"Do you know of someone with that name?" Jiraiya finally spoke up.

Naruto's eyes hardened. Blue orbs searched two sets of brown.

"Don't you?" He countered back at the older men. Without hesitation, Sarutobi answered.

"If I were to know of such a person with that name, I would never give it to another." The Hokage took out a pipe from behind the wooden desk and lit it with an air of easiness. He took a puff before continuing. "From the looks of things, you may have heard this name before."

"Take a seat." Jiraiya patted the ground next to where he sat, a few meters away from the ledge of the mountain.

With the caution of being offered candy from an enemy (to which you should never take, ever!), Naruto sat next to the sennin. The blonde eyed him warily, not trusting what would be coming out of the older one's mouth.

"Before I begin talking, I want you to promise me that you won't tell anybody, no matter the circumstances, what I'm about to tell you." Naruto received an once-in-a-lifetime serious glare. The fifteen year old jounin gave him a curt nod with a grunt of confirmation. "Okay. You know of the Yondaime, am I right?"

Unconsciously, Naruto's hand was laid on top of his stomach. For a few seconds he looked at the ground, recalling all that he knew of the Fourth, though it wasn't a lot.

Jiraiya continued when he knew that Naruto was paying attention again.

"You probably know him as the great hero who saved his village from a monster," Naruto flinched, "and sealed it into a baby. But, I bet you never knew that the baby he sealed the nine-tails in was his."

Naruto played with that last sentence in his head. No noise was made as one let the information sink in and the other waited for the outcome. Then, as if he was punched in the stomach, Naruto's eyes opened impossibly wide.

Quietly, he stood up from his seat. Walking closer to the ledge, the blonde stared out into the horizon. The wind tousled the bright strands of hair.

He couldn't believe it. The person who sealed the Kyuubi into him, the same person he looked up to and envied was also his… father.

The hand that was on his stomach moved up to his heart. It was beating erratically. Naruto took a deep breath to calm himself. After calming down, he turned back to his sensei of three years.

The blonde blinked. "Y-yeah. I have, but he was from before my time."

Another puff of smoke. "I see." Naruto watched the older man as said man made more puffs of smoke from the pipe, thinking. "Now, it's up to you, but would you like to change your name to something else?"

If Naruto were another person, he'd have fumbled around with his thumbs as he thought. Unfortunately, or fortunately in some cases, Naruto wasn't another person. Instead, he did what he usually did when asked life-changing questions.

It probably wasn't a good thing to be such an impulsive person.

"No."

The one hand that wasn't holding the pipe lifted from Sandaime's lap. It grabbed the pen that was lying on top of the documentations but before the pen could leave its mark, it froze in place.

"You are positive about this. We cannot change this once it is written." Naruto bit his lip, using this second chance to actually think about it. Then, he finished his thinking.

Jiraiya stood up as well, facing his student.

"What was it?" Naruto asked, staring at the old man's feet. Slowly, his gaze redirected itself to the unsteadying gaze of his teacher. "What was my father's real name?"

He's the son of a great shinobi. He deserved to know what his father's real name was. No child should call their parent by a title that is common amongst all. They should deserve a title for their parent of their own. But to deserve such a thing, they should know their parent in their own way.

Naruto could not call the Yondaime his 'dad' until he knew his real name. It'll be a start on his search of getting to know his father.

"You're father's name was…"

The quiet stationed itself within the office for a full minute. Then the scratching of a pen on paper could be heard. When the Hokage finished writing the name down, he looked back up at Naruto, full in the face.

"Young man, you are now officially known as…" The scene before Naruto changed as his thoughts came forth. Sarutobi did not sit in the Hokage's desk anymore, in fact, the desk wasn't there anymore. The background of the office changed to the same ledge of a mountain he remembered being on a few months back. And there taking the Hokage's place was none other than Jiraiya as his own ero-sennin self.

"Namikaze Minato."

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'How?'

An hour after the meeting and Naruto still couldn't find the answer. Nothing seemed to add up. Sure, he could understand that he now belonged to the hidden leaf village; to serve as a ninja and protect the others within the borderline walls. That's nothing new to him. Of course, he'd have to go through all the ranks like his first time but that's also understandable as he's new to the hidden leaf, or so they thought.

No, what he couldn't understand was how he could have the same name as his own father. That's something worth thinking about and Naruto planned on getting to the bottom of it, no matter how little the information may be in this generation.

Naruto's eyes caught onto an empty bench off to his right. His automated feet took him over to it and he sat down, arms splayed along the back of the bench on each side of him. He looked up at the blue sky. For the past hour the blonde strolled around the park just thinking about the events that only happened in two days time.

'Wow. It's amazing what two days could change.' Just yesterday morning, Naruto could remember eating his ramen before his big mission- the one that involved the Akatsuki.

The sound of a crow interrupted his thoughts of ramen. Instead of going back to his thoughts, Naruto decided to take a break from the problem and take in his surroundings. It's nice to indulge yourself in historic places every once in awhile, even if it won't be historical for a few years or so.

Turned out, the park of this time was practically the same as the one in his time, though his favorite slide wasn't around yet. People of all ages were gathered into the park on this beautiful day. No ninjas, sadly, as they were busy with the war. Kids big and small all played on the playground. Teens and grownups in love coupled together, enjoying their time together. Even mothers with babies came to gossip as the babies played on the grass.

A small smile spread across Naruto's face. It was one of contentment and remorse. Families always had him wondering what it would've been like if his parents were still around but seeing other people with the one's they love got Naruto sentimental.

Though, he'd be caught dead to ever saying something so sappy out loud.

Suddenly, out of no where, a shiny object was hurled at his head. Luckily, with fast reflexes, Naruto ducked out of the way and the object embedded itself into the tree behind him, instead. Looking back at the poor, defenseless tree, a kunai was wedged within the bark. He turned back into the direction from where the weapon came from.

Other than the grey haired toddler (grey?!) standing a few meters away, no one was within the surrounding area that had the possibility of throwing the kunai. With one more visual sweep, he concluded his observation. Blue orbs landed onto dark brown ones that looked almost grey. Naruto approached the little tyke and squatted down to the boy's level.

"Hey there, fella. You wouldn't happen to see who threw that sharp weapon over there, would you?" Naruto asked in a kind voice.

The little boy nodded his head with wide, innocent eyes. Then his eyes crinkled as a wide grin spread across his face. Why did that gesture seem so familiar?

Naruto eyed the boy before asking a new question. "May I know who it was?" This time the toddler pointed his index finger at his chest. "You did?" Somehow, Naruto couldn't believe it. The kid nodded, to his dismay, and even closed his eyes as the grin grew.

"Tell me, kid, how old are you?" Said kid stopped showing his pearly whites to look at his fingers as if counting. Then, he shoved his hand into Naruto's face holding two fingers up. "Two?" Another nod in confirmation from the boy. "Wow. For a two year old you have pretty good aim." Naruto rubbed the back of his neck with his head as he chuckled. After awhile, he stopped, noticing the toddler wasn't laughing. "So… can you talk at all?"

There was one more nod and for the first time during their conversation, he talked. "Mommy says I can't tawk to stwangers." Naruto blinked.

'Heh. Smart kid.' "We don't have to be. My name's Na-" He stopped, correcting himself. "Uh… I mean, Minato. The name's Minato." Naruto held out his hand, hoping the kid would accept the handshake.

The grin was back on the boy's face in a flash. "Hi, Mwinato! You want to be fwends?!"

Naruto chuckled under his breath. The kid was cute. "Sure! But before that you need to tell me your name."

"Yay!" Before Naruto could prepare himself, he was attacked as the little one hugged him tight around his chest- he was still crouching down. He fell back on his bottom. Just as the hug was initiated, it disappeared and the pressure replaced itself onto his hand. The grey haired boy tried to pull the blonde up so they could go play on the playground. Naruto helped him out as he pulled himself up and followed the excited boy.

"My name is Kakashi!"

To say that Naruto wanted to cry was an understatement.

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After a half hour of inner turmoil, Naruto promised that from now on, he wouldn't get surprised no matter the cause of it. He figured that meeting his sensei as a two year old and without a mask was something no one could beat.

'I wonder why he wears that mask when he's older, anyway…?' Naruto grabbed hold of the edge of the swing and pushed again. Kakashi's laugh of delight had Naruto smiling. It was nice to know that he was the cause of laughter- in a good way; especially out of an innocent kid. As the swing came back, he pushed it once more.

The blonde gazed at the sky. It was getting dark out and he knew that it wouldn't be long before one of Kakashi's parents came to get him. That brought out a sad smile. He couldn't deny the fact that he had fun with the little tyke, even if it was only for a half an hour. Speaking of which…

"Kakashi!" Ah, so that's where Kakashi got his grey hair from. A man no older than 30 came walking up to the pair. Naruto held onto the swing as it came back his way and physically placed the swing into its resting position. Kakashi hopped off of it and ran over to his father, glomping him around the waist as he approached the older man.

"Daddy! Wook! Wook! I made a new fwend! His name is Mwinato!" A small chuckle escaped the man's mouth before he looked Naruto's way. A smile adorned the grey haired man's face, and then he picked up his son, throwing him on top of his shoulders. He approached Naruto. Then, to Naruto's surprise, he held out his hand. With no hesitation, Naruto shook it.

"Thanks for playing with little Kakashi, here. I hope he wasn't a handful." They let go of each others hands.

"No, not at all. Actually, I had a lot of fun." The kitsune grinned at the boy.

The man chuckled, amused. "That's good to hear." He paused before continuing. "By the way, my name's Hatake Sakumo."

"It's nice to meet you, Hatake-san. I'm U- Namikaze Minato." 'Damn! I have to get used to the introductions!'

"Please, no need to be formal. Sakumo is just fine." Naruto smirked; he didn't like the formalities anyway.

"Fine with me, Sakumo. Then you can just call me Minato."

"I was planning to." They laughed as they both walked towards the exit of the park. Kakashi just sat on his father's shoulders, looking confused at the two laughing men.

"Well, I'm heading this way." Naruto pointed to his left, to the apartment that he was given earlier at the meeting.

"Heh, then I guess we'll talk to you some other time as we live this way." Sakumo pointed to the road ahead.

Naruto said goodbye to father and son before heading off to his new apartment. A few minutes of walking found him in front of his apartment complex. He got out the piece of paper he received earlier and looked at the number of his room, 285.

After getting the keys from the receptionist (he already knew about the Hokage's involvement), Naruto went to his room on the second floor.

Although the apartment was the same size as the one he had when he was younger, this one was in a better condition. Way better. It was a one room dwelling with a door that led to the bathroom. There were no cracks in the ceilings or the walls. The bed looked decent enough to actually sleep in comfortably and the couch didn't look like it wanted to collapse in on itself. Then there was the kitchenette where he could actually cook something decent (he checked the stove, it worked) and refrigerate food without it going bad.

The bathroom might need some paint but other than that, it was usable.

'I think I can get used to this…' He thought as he plopped down on the couch, appreciating the help from the village leader.

'Damn… I still have to go clothes shopping… and food shopping…' Then, he closed his eyes, dozing off and promising he'd do it tomorrow.

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Hmm… I'd have to say that this was more of a filler if anything, but I like this chapter! I think if we saw Kakashi as a baby, he'd have a bigger fan club than the other boys of Konoha put together. Kakashi would be sooooo KAWAII!!!

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